How do you think this is a coincidence?

Ying Baoyue didn't want to look at the woman in front of her, and she and Xu Bingqing had never spoken directly.

But she felt Xu Bingqing's gaze on her more than once.

This Northern Wei saintess was obviously coming at her, but not at her. Out of courtesy, Ying Baoyue was about to look up and reply to her that she had unfortunately ended this meaningless conversation, when a calm male voice sounded beside her.

"It's no coincidence."

Ying Baoyue was a little surprised, and looked at Ji Jiashu next to her, who suddenly opened her mouth and snatched her lines.

Ji Jiashu looked at Xu Bingqing, who was one step away, and said calmly, "Your Highness lives in the mansion, and there is nothing wrong with coming with him." ”

Listening to Ji Jiashu's clear answer, the people around him who were originally talking about it were also stunned.

"Tsk, I thought this kid would say that this is my fiancée, do you care if we want to come together," At this moment, on a locust tree in the distance, Zhao Guang spit out the blades of grass in his mouth and looked at the scene in the distance with interest.

"It's no different what he said than he meant," Li Ji, who was standing on the tree, said lightly.

This is already Ji Jiashu's most direct answer within the range of etiquette.

"Second brother, why are you still speaking for him?" Zhao Guang frowned and wanted to question, but the next moment he followed Li Ji's gaze to look at the two women facing each other in the distance, and he swallowed the words back.

It's just because the words of Xu Bingqing, the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty, are still continuing.

"Really?" Hearing Ji Jiashu's words, Xu Bingqing was stunned at first, and then his expression darkened, looking at the other people around him, his heart was pinched, and Ying Baoyue's gaze became more and more unkind.

"Not really," but at that moment, a smiling female voice rang out. All the indignant people and Xu Bingqing, who was sad, were stunned.

(Later anti-theft)

The location of the final round of the Southern Chu Beginner Ceremony was the same as the first round, and it was all in Tianmu Mountain. But this time they didn't need to go into the mountain, and the place where the sacrifice was held was at the foot of the mountain.

"Where you start, where you end?"

Looking at the lush mountains and forests in front of her, Ying Baoyue flashed in front of her eyes the three days and three nights she had spent here, and those magnificent and complex dark memories slipped in front of her eyes.

And today's Southern Chu Junior Rank Ceremony will come to an end in this same place.

"I didn't expect such a big platform to be erected at the foot of this mountain," Guichen's voice interrupted her thoughts, and Yingyue looked at him with his sight.

Tianmu Mountain is inaccessible, and the place at the foot of the mountain is extremely vast, and the foot of the mountain, which was still bare when they entered the mountain before, has been leveled at this time, and a huge altar has been erected, which looks like a huge high platform on the outside.

Since the battle itself depends on the ability of the practitioner who dances the sacrificial dance, everything is simple in the ritual and on the altar. In addition to this high platform, there are only a few pergolas for spectators around it. Like the polo battle, the third round of the festival is also allowed to be watched by the general public, and at this time, countless people have rushed to see the excitement at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.

On the higher ground opposite the pergola, there is a more elaborate high platform, which is where the dignitaries and examiners sit.

At this time, many nobles have already appeared, and a special seat has been set up in the center of the high platform, and it is not difficult to guess who it is prepared for.

The pergola and the viewing platform and the altar were not too close, and Ying Baoyue looked around with a look of clarity on her face.

Today is a sacrifice, but it is not an ordinary sacrifice, but a sacrifice to summon the gods. If there really is a country that can summon a true god, the great movement will surely spread to all sides.

The choice of Tianmu Mountain, a barren mountain, as the location must have taken this layer into account.

The mountains, forests, lakes and seas are mostly the places where the ancient gods are entrenched, because only these places can accommodate the huge existence of the gods. Although it is unlikely that the true god will appear according to past experience, according to tradition, Nanchu, as the host country, still prepared these precautions in advance. You can also feel the aura of a large defensive array next to the altar, and there are dozens of military attachés with profound realms guarding the surroundings.

However, in the eyes of the surrounding people, these protective measures are just a formality.

"It's worthy of the last round of the battle, this formation is really big!"

"It's big enough, but it won't be needed this year, and last year's biggest revelation was just a gale......

"I heard from my cousin that the scene he watched when he was young was a true God! It was dark all day, and they were all terrified! ”

"Really? How many years ago was that? Fifteen years ago? Your cousin is really lucky, it's enough to blow for a lifetime......"

The people were talking about the anecdotes of their parents, and their faces showed envy.

Over the years, the activities of the Eight Beast Gods on the continent have become less and less, and the appearance of the so-called true gods has gradually become a cowhide boasted by the elders. More and more people no longer believe that the true god will really appear, and the so-called dance of the gods has only become a lively activity of appreciating the festival dance of the young men.

"Don't say anything to attract the gods, it's better to wait and watch the festival dance. It's good to have divine apocalypse, think about Eastern Wu and Qianqin, you can only jump without divine apocalypse......"

"Yes, the last Chunhuajun's festival dance was simply unforgettable......"

"What you see is unforgettable, you can't forget it in this life......"

Ying Baoyue listened to the memories of the people in her ears, and remembered that she had heard rumors about Chunhua Jun Ji Jiashu before.

Whether it was as a cultivator or as a member of a family, that young man was too perfect.

The winner of the third round of the last Beginner Ceremony was undoubtedly Nan Chu, and it was Ji Jiashu, one of the six sons of the Warring States Period, who was only thirteen years old at the time, who brought victory to Nan Chu.

It is said that the nine songs danced by Ji Jiashu at that time shocked the audience, and also brought the largest divine revelation in the past ten years.

And Ji Jiashu is a thunder law person, but the sacrificial dance danced as a Chu person can attract the divine revelation of the Vermilion Bird God, which shows his high level. It's no wonder that the spiritual world sees him as a hope for the revival of his practice.

"Wait, isn't that Chunhua-kun?!"

"Chunhuajun is here! Can...... How did you come with that woman? It's all to blame for that marriage contract......"

"Chunhuajun is also confused, and he doesn't even resist......"

At this time, everyone discovered the horse farm of the National Teacher's Mansion, listened to the surrounding discussions, and Ying Baoyue looked sideways at the young man with a complicated expression beside him.

"I said we'd be like this together," she smiled, "are you alright?" ”

It was this woman who was slandered, but she asked him if he was okay.

Ji Jiashu, who proposed to come together, listened to the surrounding voices and took a deep breath and looked at Ying Baoyue beside him, "I'm sorry, I ......"

He couldn't finish his words, because the girl in front of him stretched out her hand to stop him slightly.

"It's okay, I don't care, it saves the carriage." Ying Baoyue smiled and said. What she didn't expect was that Ji Jiashu didn't leave to join the examiners immediately after getting off the carriage, but was still standing in the middle of a group of them at this time.

"Do you want to ......" Ying Baoyue was about to say a reminder, but at this moment, other voices sounded in her ears.

"Anyway, after watching Chunhuajun's sacrificial dance, I really can't look down on other people's ......"

"The only thing that can be compared to the world is the sacrificial dance of the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty......

"That's right! I saw it when the Beihan Pavilion opened the altar to teach the Dharma before, and the saint danced nine songs, which is a perfect match for Chunhuajun! ”

"Yes! The young priest's sacrificial dance of the Holy Maiden is simply one of the most wonderful in the world, unparalleled in the world! ”

Well? Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard this.

What dance?

Who is unbeatable in the world?

And at this moment, the team of the Northern Wei Dynasty also arrived, and an extremely gorgeous carriage stopped behind the carriage of Ying Baoyue and others, and Xu Bingqing, the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty, helped the maid's hand and went down.

Seeing the appearance of the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty herself, the surrounding people discussed more enthusiastically, and the words of beauty were overflowing.

"The most wonderful young priest's sacrificial dance in the world is danced by the Holy Maiden of the Northern Wei Dynasty!"

"Although I haven't seen it, even the sacrificial dance of the young priest Lin Baoyue himself back then is definitely not as good as the dance of the Holy Maiden!"

The teenagers were talking excitedly.

It's hard to even notice the complicated expressions of the elders around them who want to speak and stop.

That's a ......

Ying Baoyue didn't expect to hear the name of her previous life in this situation.