The four of them returned to the city, but they didn't meet a few people along the way, which was a little surprising.

Although the victims of the disaster in the southern city are not allowed to enter, there are many people hiding in the city. I don't say how many people come and go on weekdays, but I haven't even sent a single figure when I enter the city like this. That's what makes people look at it.

"They're all going to the altar." Chang Ning frowned, for some reason, she was a little uneasy.

Mo Qingye sighed lightly, and the occasional people who came out of the city were in a hurry, and they seemed to be in a hurry.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the altar is going to fight."

"Dad, slow down, not yet." Two people came out of the shop next to them, and the older one staggered forward, but the younger one was worried behind. Keep letting his dad slow down.

To say that Mo Qingye and the others are all people with outstanding demeanor, the two of them passed by without looking at them. The old man was unsteady on his feet, and hurried forward.

"Why don't I run, you people are so daring. Priests, if you can slander him, go and kowtow and confess your sins. Let them spare Nancheng. The old man turned back to the young man and cursed angrily. An old face turned red with anger.

The young man trembled and ran forward, "Dad, don't get involved." It's not up to us to decide. Even the city lord helped us speak, if we don't take care of them, then who will compensate for the loss of Nancheng! The priests of today are not like you were then. One by one, they sell their reputations, where are they willing to take the people to heart. ”

"Hey, dad, don't hate me. We don't hurt her, we just want her to give an explanation. The young man dodged his father's crutches. hurriedly held the angry old man up.

Mo Qingye and the others frowned when they heard this, it was only one day, could it be that something was wrong.

When I went out this morning, I saw that the crowd had gone to the altar, the sacrificial process was complicated, and Mo Qingye had all counted. At this time, it is far from the time of the sacrifice. Looking at that appearance, I am afraid that those people will start to force Liang Nianyu and others to wait.

"This son, dare to ask you if you are going to the altar? We are new to the city today, and we have come to admire the prestige of the priests. I also want to see the Tianwei of the sacrifice, this" Bai Zijin didn't speak, and seemed to be a little puzzled.

The young man didn't think much of it. On the contrary, the old man looked at a few more people suspiciously. His eyes turned several times on the great master. The brows were furrowed tightly, and the more I looked at them, the tighter the frowns became. "Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere. Blessed are you, boy. The old man said and wanted to come forward and take a closer look.

The young man is a man with eyes. Where will you not see that the identity of a few people is not ordinary. hurriedly pulled his father behind him. "Daddy. Don't mess around. These are noble people who have come from afar. It's that our southern city has fallen, and this hospitality can't be forgotten. The man frowned, knowing what he wanted to say at the look on his father's face.

His father was a great fan of the priesthood. Once the great master met him once when he was young, he nagged for so many years, and when he saw a little bit of imagination with the great master, he went to talk to others. Say that people are blessed. It can't be changed in decades.

His father's face froze, and he snorted heavily. You yellow-mouthed children, how do you know how powerful the great teacher is!! As he spoke, he sighed, it was really blessed back then. Such a celestial posture, you can't forget it after seeing it.

"If you want to go to see the sacrifice, come with me. It's just that the man hesitated, "It's just that today's sacrifice may be different from what everyone thinks." Then he refused to say more. What if it is a big country teacher like his father? You must not beat him up with his father.

Besides, the cry that the city lord just cried in front of everyone made people listen to it.

Perhaps, it was really sent by the capital to comfort them. Where can you say what charter comes out. Not to mention rescuing Nancheng.

The white cheeks of the great master twitched a little, what, old man, can you not look back at me three times in one step?

Ten thousand people worshiped the great master who had never blackened in front of him, and he couldn't hold back at this time. That look was a little burning.

"Dad, what are you doing? The great masters you have seen have been around for decades, but I'm afraid they are older than you. The boy has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is a handsome young man with white hair. Maybe the great masters have all fallen into the ground. The man looked embarrassed. Daddy, your eyes are too little girl, okay!! There was a little panic on his face.

"Bastard!" With a pop, the young man was kicked to the ground by his father.

Mo Qingye and the others were speechless for a long time, but they also saw a little joy.

The happiness of ordinary people is just as enviable.

"Bastard, the great master is a heavenly man, life is eternal, even if you die, the great master will not die! If you say it again, if you say it again, I won't have your son!! The old man was still angry as he spoke, and wanted to go up and kick his feet. His son was called a complaint, if Bai Zijin hadn't stopped him, he would probably have to be beaten up.

The flowing white hair of the great master was a little knotted at this time, and he had never paid attention to his appearance before. At this time, I heard the old man's praise, and I felt that my face was a little hot. Inexplicably, he touched a handful of hair, trying to smooth out the knotted hair. The great master who did not collapse in front of Mount Tai suddenly became a little down-to-earth.

A few people have some good feelings for the old man, and those who can be grateful must be kind.

Several people supported the old man and walked forward together, and the old man nagged vigorously that he had seen the great national teacher, and how the great national teacher was. That kind of admiration, so much piety. Mo Qingye glanced back at the Great Master slightly, but saw that the corners of his mouth were lightly pursed, and his eyes were inexplicably unsure of what he was thinking.

But the old man's son was speechless, and followed with a limp. I was glad in my heart, fortunately, I didn't say anything bad about the great teacher, looking at the appearance of that group of people, they are the brainless fans of the great teacher.

When a few people arrived at the sacrificial square slowly, there were already three floors of people in the square and three floors outside. But it's a little strange that these people are divided into two sides. There is a small road in between.

Mo Qingye and the others were also a little smacking. It's hard to say.

On one side, he sat on the ground reverently, praying for good weather in the coming year, and praying that Nancheng would survive the difficulties. Strictly follow the ritual process. There was a faint fragrance in the air, and it was evident that the sacrificial dance and the sacrifice to the heavens had been carried out. At this time, the long-cherished wish of the people is going straight to the process of heaven. On the other side, the crossbow was drawn, and his face was angry. From afar, the city lord was standing at the forefront. It was also thanks to Mo Qingye's eyesight that he could see a little bit of grief and indignation on his face. What's the grief and indignation, what excuse does the guy who incites the people's hearts have!

Mo Qingye took a cursory look, and the city lord's group was mostly young. (To be continued.) )