The four joys of life, the long drought and the rain, the old acquaintance in another country, the candle night in the cave room, and the title of the gold list.

As the so-called people are in good spirits when they are happy, even if they are calm and capable like Zhao Shuhang, they can barely maintain their composure.

For Zhao Shuhang, and even everyone, it can be said that this is the title of his gold list, and as soon as today passes, it will be the flower candle in the cave room.

The pinnacle of life is nothing more than this!

Anyone who is disturbed at this moment, I am afraid that they will be unhappy, there is no anger, it can only be said that Zhao Shuhang is very well cultivated, the city is deep enough, Mount Tai collapsed in front, and his face did not change.

If Wu Ming is here, he will definitely provoke a thumb up and praise: I respect you as a man!

Zhao Shuhang, who has always been gentle and elegant, gentle as jade, and a humble gentleman, would he like to be called a man?

The answer is yes, so when he saw the rolling dark clouds that seemed to be like demons and demons coming with their teeth and claws, Zhao Shuhang almost crushed the altar Yugui, brushed off the crown of the sky, and just pulled out his sword and rushed over, cutting the ditch rats hidden in the dark into pulp.

"Brilliant ......"

The old sacrificial wine recited the scriptures of the sacrifice to the sky like Hong Zhong Da Lu, as if it had a special miraculous effect, pulling Zhao Shuhang back to reality from the edge of his distraction.

"Hoo ......"

Zhao Shuhang took a deep breath, restrained his thoughts, suppressed his irritability, raised Yugui with both hands in front of his forehead, and prayed silently according to the ritual of worshipping the heavens.

"Heavenly Reason Manifests ......"

But the shouts that came from the dark clouds, like a sharp question, seemed to be everywhere, impacting his mind, and like a chainsaw, cutting through the heart of Haoran that he had cultivated all his life.

What's even more strange is that looking at the expressions of the others, although they were surprised by the sudden dark cloud vision, they didn't hear the strange voice with a sense of tearing!

"There is a Zhao family ...... today"

"There is a Zhao family ...... today"

Suddenly, the same words and sentences entered his mind almost at the same time, Zhao Shuhang seemed to be in the two heavens of ice and fire, and the Yuan Shen seemed to be about to be pulled into pieces.

On the one hand, if the sun is approaching, the morning sun is warm, and on the other hand, if the ice pick pierces the soul, it freezes through the bone marrow.

"What the hell is going on, why didn't Shizun make a move, why didn't anyone stop it?"

Zhao Shuhang endured the discomfort, almost couldn't hold it back, and secretly mobilized the treasure to protect himself.

But no matter what method you use, you can't stop the sound from entering your ears, but you can't stop, and even the sound transmission master helps you.

The ritual of sacrificing to the heavens is the most important ceremony, don't say that Zhao Shuhang, as a disciple of Jixia Academy, has practiced the Confucian rites all his life, and he will never be allowed to violate the etiquette, no matter how dangerous it is, the old sacrificial wine will not be shot.

In the view of this Confucian sage, no matter what happens when worshipping the heavens, it is a warning from the heavens, and only by completing the ritual of worshipping the heavens and fully undertaking the will of heaven and earth can we understand the true meaning.

"Sympathize with the ministers, benefit the people, and ...... the world and the world"

"Illegal ancestors, do not respect the will of heaven, but wanton and violent......"

"Conscientious ......"

"Perverse ......"

"Poof......

Zhao Shuhang's body shook, his handsome face suddenly turned white, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Prince!"

"Your Highness!"

"Swift Doctor!"

There was an exclamation, no one thought that Zhao Shuhang would be injured at this time, and it was so weird, you must know the one in front of him, but the sage!

Now that the sage himself is presiding over the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, even if this dark cloud appears too weird, what demons and monsters dare to spread wild under the righteousness of Confucianism?

Don't say that even if a Confucian sage stops drinking, it will be like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, destroying the yin and evil ghosts within a radius of thousands of miles.

"Go on!"

But what is even more surprising is that the legendary old sacrificial wine lord only spit out two words, and then continued to recite the scriptures of the sacrifice to the heavens.

At this time, everyone also heard the thunderous scriptures coming from the dark clouds, which were diametrically opposed to what the old sacrificial wine recited.

The former sacrificial text said that the country and the people were safe under the rule of the Zhao and Song royal families, the latter spread that the people were not happy, the former said that the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the latter was starving all over the wilderness, the former did not leave no stone unturned, and did not close the door at night, and the latter was rampant with bandits and demons!

There is no greater rebellion than this!

Those who dare to do such things at this time must be enemies of the Zhao Song royal family and even the temples, otherwise they don't have the courage to attack Zhao Shuhang!

The people watching the ceremony were stunned, the people who were sending off were crazy, the civil and military officials were furious, and the patrol department, the forbidden army, and the patrol rushed madly in the direction where the dark clouds swept in.

Whining!

But as the dark clouds rolled, the sonorous and powerful interrogation was spit out, and the heaven and earth roared like thunder, and the blood and rain poured down, like a catastrophe from the sky, and there was a strange wind howling, blocking everyone's pace.

The army could not advance, the great grandmaster could not move an inch, and the Half-Saint Venerable's divine thoughts were like falling into an ice cellar, as if they were being devoured by evil spirits, and no one could take a step forward.

Airplanes!

Above the capital, the colors were shining, as if the sun was falling from the sky, but what shocked everyone was that it could not hide the dark clouds, nor could it block the sound from penetrating, as if there was no danger.

"Please make a move from the pure yang real person to kill the demons!"

One of the deacons of the Temple, who did not know whose order it was, held a jade plaque in his hand and bowed to one of the people who were watching the ceremony.

"The poor road has the Treasure Hao Yang Spirit Bead from this sect, which can withstand this evil cloud!"

Pure Yang Zhenren bowed his head slightly, pinched his fingers, and the spirit bead the size of a dragon's eye rose into the air, passed through the big moat array, and went straight into the dark clouds, and it was like a big sun taking off.

Snort!

As if snow meets the sun, the fire cooks oil, emitting a tooth-souring sneer, and the evil cloud suddenly dissipates a large area, but it can be turned around like a ferocious thing, closing again, suddenly obscuring the light of the spirit jewel.

"Poof......

The pure yang true mouth vomited blood, his eyes showed a shocked look, and he was busy pinching the trick to attract it, but what made his face ugly was that although he could sense that the orb was above his head, he couldn't recall it.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

An old monk wearing a rolling golden robe folded his hands, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and chanted the pearl in his hand, turning into the phantom of the thirty-two golden giants, standing on the top of the sky, opening a clear sky.

What made everyone change color was that the Pure Yang Palace Supreme Treasure Hao Yang Spirit Bead was in the middle of the light and shadow, but it was dim, and even had hidden cracks, crumbling.

"How is this possible?"

Pure Yang Zhenren exclaimed in shock, wanting to take this opportunity to cast a spell to recall the spirit bead, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

The most puzzling thing is that there is obviously no enemy who has appeared, and his own family can be called a treasure, and the spirit bead with the holy weapon background is actually half damaged, and the thousands of years of accumulation are destroyed in one fell swoop.

Click!

At this moment, the phantom of the golden light giant trembled rapidly, and in a piercing explosion like a crack in the sky, it whimpered and collapsed, turning into a string of dim Buddha beads, spinning around the Haoyang Spirit Beads.

"Evil obstacles!"

The old monk raised his eyebrows, like angry King Kong, and proclaimed the mystical Buddhist scriptures, but he couldn't let the Buddha beads return at all, and could only watch the Buddha treasure being swallowed up by the dark clouds, so that this enlightened monk was quite angry and corrupt at this time.

"Why didn't the old sacrificial wine lord make a move?"

"Where are the saints?"

"The sage follows his word, and his words can set the day, and the demons will never dare to be presumptuous, why is this?"

Everyone was puzzled, hesitant and uneasy, as if the end had come, and despair gradually arose.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, anger and regret, and a touch of compassion, the old sacrifice came to an abrupt end, and the heaven and earth bells of Hong Zhong Dalu reverberated endlessly, and in an instant, they were swallowed up by dark clouds, as if there was a dead silence.

"Teacher, what's going on?"

Zhao Shuhang's seven orifices were bleeding, his long figure was shaky, his face was hideous and terrifying, how could he have the slightest plain and gentle like jade, the style of a humble gentleman?

"Doom!"

The old sacrificial wine slowly turned around, the old man's back became more and more stiff, and a crack suddenly appeared in the jade gui in his hand, and he looked at Zhao Shuhang with cloudy eyes, as if looking at the direction where the dark clouds were rolling.

"In the chaotic world of the Demon Tribulation, the disciple is already in the calamity, what other calamity is greater than this?"

Zhao Shuhang's heart was chaotic, and his tone seemed to be less plain and respectful.

"Human robbery, heart robbery, troubled times, robbery will not be destroyed!"

The old sacrificial wine showed kindness, and was like a strict teacher, and earnestly admonished, "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin......"

Under the holy book, all evils are easy to dispel, and gods and ghosts are not invaded!

"The disciple knows his mistake!"

Zhao Shuhang stood stunned for a moment and kowtowed respectfully.

"Please be merciful, save the people of Limin, protect the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and return the future!"

Hundreds of officials shouted.

The strange thing is that there is no sound wave, as if it is absorbed by the ubiquitous dark clouds, which is even more inexplicable and chilling.

What made people even more frightened was that the old sacrificial wine, the sage, did not make a sound, still silently stared at the direction where the dark clouds were rolling, ignoring it, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Teacher, but the man is casting spells?"

Zhao Shuhang's voice was dry and hoarse, like an old man who was about to die.

"Hmm!"

The old sacrificial wine's face was neither sad nor joyful, and he bowed slightly.

"Probably blocked?"

Zhao Shuhang asked again.

The old sacrificial wine shook his head silently.

"Once the disciple dies, this disaster may be eliminated!"

Zhao Shuhang's eyes were firm.

If it is really as the person in the conjecture, it will definitely be shocking, otherwise the old sacrificial wine, as a saint, will not be able to stop it.

"The prince can't!"

"I am willing to replace him with his example!"

"The only one who dies, his subordinates will never give up!"

Everyone was shocked and saddened, which shows that Zhao Shuhang is extremely popular.

"Can't!"

The old sacrificial wine still shook his head, and there was an inexplicable trace of pity in his voice, and a trace of gloom and anger.

"Please also ask the master to make it clear how the disciple should ......"

Zhao Shuhang kowtowed, but stopped abruptly, because there was one more person next to the old sacrificial wine, that was a woman, wearing a green robe, although she did not apply powder, but she revealed indescribable tranquility and grace!

"Sister-in-law!"

Zhao Shuhang's voice was dry, and the person who recognized it at a glance was Zhao Yukun's sister who was rumored to have disappeared mysteriously in the last generation of the Zhao Song royal family.

"Sir, I'll go and persuade the boy!"

The female crown bowed.

"I can't persuade it, the ghost door is wide open, the exotic land is coming, I can't make a move, otherwise it will attract the attention of the foreign power, and the radius will become a ghost domain!"

The old sacrificial wine smiled bitterly.

"After all, you have to persuade!"

The female crown gave another salute, turned around and floated away, did not look at Zhao Shuhang, did not care about the ministers of Mandi, and did not care about the three Yunlang incense carts that had arrived in front of the city gate.

That's - a sedan chair!