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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of the drums shook the sky, and along with the sound of the drums was ancient music, and the sound that seemed to have passed through the traces of history completely immersed everyone's mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Woo-" "Woo-"

When the horn sounds, the goddess who has been baptized by the years steps into the air, wearing colorful dresses and wreaths of willow branches and petals, and dances.

It is the dancer on the ceremony, it is the most famous dancer in Hualing danced the sacrificial dance, there is no gentleness, no dancing steps, no tenderness like water, no bewitching face......

She is the spokesperson of the ancient and mysterious, and every step she takes seems to challenge the limits of physiology, bending over, stepping into the air, flipping ...... Again and again, the strange movements are full of sacredness, taking people through the ancient world.

Shock!

Wushuang felt shocked, and everyone present felt the power of shocking people's hearts.

After the last movement, the dancing woman took off the mask on her face and knelt down in worship before the tall altar, sacred and solemn.

Wushuang watched all this quietly, mysterious and full of ghostly aura, everything she couldn't understand today, these things broke her previous cognition.

She watched Qingran walk over slowly, helped up the woman who was dancing just now, as if to the most loyal believer, reached out and tapped her forehead, Wushuang could feel the fluctuation of true qi at that moment, and then saw the woman kneeling down with a solemn expression, as if she was grateful, and it seemed to be a relief.

"It's time for you to go back!" Qingran looked at her and said with a cold expression.

The woman nodded, her expression was resentful and reluctant for a moment, and finally she let go of the burden and was relieved, and finally glanced towards the altar and closed her eyes.

Wushuang was stunned, I don't know if it's her illusion, the woman just now seemed to be herself, shouldn't it......

That glance contained too much, Wushuang didn't dare to think about it, she already had a lot to do!

When the woman opened her eyes again, she looked confused, as if she didn't understand everything that had just happened, and looked at Qingran in front of her in a daze, confused.

"Your mission is done, you are doing it perfectly, you will be a happy person!" Qingran looked at the woman with a gentle expression, and the warmth revealed between her words made her feel in a trance.

"Oh-oh, I'm done?" She repeated in a daze.

"Yes, you can go down and rest!" Qingran's voice was gentle and bewitching, and the woman really got off the altar in a trance, naturally not remembering everything that happened just now.

Most of the ritual has passed, and all the processes are strange and weird, and it is not strange to say that it is a miracle, but Wushuang probably understands the strangeness of the immortal cultivator, and it is not incomprehensible to what happened just now, but there is always a strange feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Maybe it's the bloodline summoning at the beginning, or maybe it's the strange short sword, and then it's the different reactions of the woman just now, everything here is weird!

The next time is completely the task of the national teacher Qingran, casting spells and praying for blessings, sending blessings to everyone present, and blessing Hualing in the coming days......

These people were not much interested in the blessing ceremony that everyone was looking forward to, she was full of strange events that had just happened, everything was too weird!

And my father, I don't know if he's okay, but the sword is really inserted into his chest! There's so much blood, it doesn't look like it's okay!

That's right, big brother!

Wushuang searched around for the figure of the eldest prince Yuerong, and found that he was still standing with that group of divine servants, too far away Wushuang couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he seemed to be able to feel the gloomy aura all over his body, Wushuang felt a pain in his heart, big brother, did he always know what the Huaqing clan was facing?

When Wushuang was distracted, the people below were excited, and they couldn't hide the joy in their hearts, and even more so they all stood up and cheered, what's going on? Hasn't Jidian always been solemn?

Only then did Wushuang realize that Jidian had reached the last step, that is, to choose a divine servant, no wonder they were so excited!

The divine attendant here is different from the twenty young and sturdy men just now, this divine attendant actually refers to the existence of a child with immortal fate who was selected to follow the national teacher to Xuanyun Temple, and is also responsible for all the miscellaneous affairs of Xuanyun Temple.

Although they are responsible for the chores of Xuanyun Temple on weekdays, for ordinary people, this is also the closest place to cultivators, that is, the so-called "immortals"! As long as you can get a little protection from the immortals, then you don't have to suffer from the red dust in this life!

In fact, those children who cultivate in the view, only one of the ten can really draw qi into the body and step into the cultivation world, there are very few, first of all, the aura of the mortal world is too thin, it is not suitable for cultivation, and secondly, there are not many who can have the tenacity that has been like a day for decades, and there are not many who have persevered.

The most recent one in Wushuang's memory who successfully induced qi into the body was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who had practiced with Dao Yan for six years before inducing qi into the body, and he had actually missed the best time to cultivate, but God was like this, and it would not be fair to treat everyone.

The so-called immortal fate is actually a child with spiritual roots, and most monks can actually see the state of these children's bodies, so the choice is actually not a very difficult process.

Suo Ran knew that his chances were slim, but most of the children were still thin and eager to try, and it was difficult to hide the excitement in their hearts.

Children between the ages of five and fifteen, male or female, this range is still very large, Wushuang has no interest in continuing to watch here, and he slipped away when he found an opportunity.

The crowd was gathered in front of the altar, which was built on the western outskirts of the mausoleum, surrounded by some alpine forests, and the father and queen mother and the people who followed the ceremony lived in the makeshift tents behind it.

That's a lot! Wushuang looked at the tents everywhere and felt a little helpless, there was no way, except for the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, there were also those selected gods and goddesses, as well as the personnel who were responsible for all the work of Jidian, they all lived here.

Big tents, small tents, exquisite tents, simple tents, mixed together, so that Wushuang can't find his way out for half a day.

"Your Majesty, how are you feeling, feeling better?"

Someone! Wushuang is happy, he finally found someone, and he doesn't have to go around here!

"No one is outnumbered!" The low and hoarse voice was full of majestic momentum, it was Emperor Zhao of Huaqing.

Then the voice that came out was also heard by Wushuang, it was a chamberlain beside his father, who was very loyal.

"Your Majesty, the blood of the heart is not a trivial matter! How can you hold on! ”

What the? Heart's blood!

Wushuang was shocked, it turned out to be the blood of the heart!

"Who, who's there!" Hearing that the withered leaves wanted to move, Emperor Zhao was furious, and someone eavesdropped!