It's dusk on Mo.

But just when the yin and yang boundary between heaven and earth meet, the cold light in the woman's hand became the brightest light that pierced the boundary.

"Fly high and fly peacefully, and take the clear air to resist yin and yang. I am at the same speed as Junxi, and I guide the emperor's nine pits. ”

Take advantage of the clear qi to resist yin and yang.

There was no longer a need for the singing harmony of the former Qin youths, and the people of Southern Chu, who were extremely familiar with Jiuge, looked at the scene in front of them and muttered.

A low chant rang out from under the altar.

Embattled.

After a day of sacrificial dances and several confrontations, everyone should have been tired of watching, and they had no interest in the sacrificial dance of Qianqin, but at this moment, they couldn't take their eyes off the group of people and the woman.

A person's dance leaves an indelible impression on the hearts of others.

This is an unbelievable and unbelievable statement.

Ji Qingyuan had never been able to understand why someone would remember it for ten years when it was such a fleeting thing.

(Later anti-theft)

The grandeur of the festival could not have been accomplished by one person, but he also knew that there were other forces behind the refusal of these musicians to play music, and even he could not force them to play.

All he can do is do his best.

"Even if it's just me, I'll finish the movement," Ji Jiashu said quietly, looking at the people in the shed.

He then briefly introduced the movement to be played and how he was going to play it, and without waiting for everyone to answer, he quietly walked to a corner of the music shed, leaving the musicians looking at each other with complicated expressions.

But no one ever said they wanted to play together.

There are still few musicians, and Ji Jiashu strokes the piccolo in his hand. Although there is the girl's friendly remarks in front, his music for the former Qin will definitely still cause huge controversy, and I am afraid that the outside is already boiling at this time, and the sound of his flute does not know if it is enough.

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and crossed the piccolo to his lips, but at this moment, he was suddenly stunned.

It's just that at this time, he suddenly found that outside, there were no overly noisy sounds he expected.

Ji Jiashu raised his head and looked at the altar.

The next moment he was slightly stunned.

It was very quiet outside the shed. But if anything, it was that the girl who had been standing on the edge of the altar walked towards the center of the altar.

The center of the altar is slightly higher than the surrounding area, and at this moment.

The former princess of Qin hugged the moon and officially boarded the altar.

"The last of the third round of the Beginner Ceremony, Qianqin!"

With the reluctant voice of the ceremonial officer, the bell of the final battle of the crowd finally rang.

The girl led Qianqin's team all the way to this altar and didn't know how many conspiracies she had smashed, and at this moment, she finally walked to the center.

Qianqin's team was divided into eight teams, each maintaining its own formation, and the woman stood in the center, apparently the main dancer of this sacrificial dance.

And every cultivator on the stage has a weapon in his hand.

However, unlike the Northern Wei Dynasty, which seemed to be a bit chaotic and chaotic with spears and halberds, almost all the cultivators of the Former Qin Dynasty were Changge with a unified style in their hands, which was extremely solemn and neat at a glance.

Ji Jiashu watched this scene quietly.

The boys were dressed in pure black sacrificial robes, and their hands were scattered around with tall and heavy ge, like cavalry guarding the woman.

But that woman is by no means a princess who is guarded.

Almost with the footsteps of Yinghuyue, the people who were originally talking under the altar suddenly gradually quieted down.

When the girl came to the altar.

The atmosphere of the whole world is different.

With every step she took, everything was quietly changing.

It's quiet.

This is a magical experience that Ji Jiashu has never had.

And just looking at the reactions of the people around them, this influence is not just for the practitioners, but for everyone.

Even advanced cultivators could hardly describe the feeling of time stopping at this moment. Even the air seemed to grow thicker.

Ji Jiashu watched the woman step by step ascend to the center of the altar, and the girl's bare feet stepped on the bluestone steps, and he was slightly stunned.

Only then did he realize that she was not wearing shoes.

And she seemed to have calculated all the timings in advance, and just as she reached the center of the altar, the official opening bell rang.

The next moment, Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, and the first flute sound came from the music shed.

However, unlike Nan Chu's previous Nine Songs and Young Si Ming, this time, there was only a flute sound.

There are no bells and drums, no sound of gold and stone.

Dry, monotonous, and loud, hovering over the altar.

No matter how clever the flute sounds, it is really difficult to achieve the momentum compared to the magnificent movement of the original music of the Nine Songs Grand Priest Command. The musicians who sat awkwardly in the music shed did not move their mouths, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in some people's eyes when they saw this.

Even if Chunhuajun is famous, but playing music is not a practice, how can this kind of large-scale group music be no matter how powerful a person is?

But just when everyone was gloating, the flute in the music shed was not interrupted, and when it resounded for the third time in the sky, everyone suddenly seemed to hear the sound of gold and stone!

It looks like a drum but not a drum, but it is more crisp.

No way!

No one is drumming at all! The grandeur of the festival could not have been accomplished by one person, but he also knew that there were other forces behind the refusal of these musicians to play music, and even he could not force them to play.

All he can do is do his best.

"Even if it's just me, I'll finish the movement," Ji Jiashu said quietly, looking at the people in the shed.

He then briefly introduced the movement to be played and how he was going to play it, and without waiting for everyone to answer, he quietly walked to a corner of the music shed, leaving the musicians looking at each other with complicated expressions.

But no one ever said they wanted to play together.

There are still few musicians, and Ji Jiashu strokes the piccolo in his hand. Although there is the girl's friendly remarks in front, his music for the former Qin will definitely still cause huge controversy, and I am afraid that the outside is already boiling at this time, and the sound of his flute does not know if it is enough.

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and crossed the piccolo to his lips, but at this moment, he was suddenly stunned.

It's just that at this time, he suddenly found that outside, there were no overly noisy sounds he expected.

Ji Jiashu raised his head and looked at the altar.

The next moment he was slightly stunned.

It was very quiet outside the shed. But if anything, it was that the girl who had been standing on the edge of the altar walked towards the center of the altar.

The center of the altar is slightly higher than the surrounding area, and at this moment.

The former princess of Qin hugged the moon and officially boarded the altar.

"The last of the third round of the Beginner Ceremony, Qianqin!"

With the reluctant voice of the ceremonial officer, the bell of the final battle of the crowd finally rang.

The girl led Qianqin's team all the way to this altar and didn't know how many conspiracies she had smashed, and at this moment, she finally walked to the center.

Qianqin's team was divided into eight teams, each maintaining its own formation, and the woman stood in the center, apparently the main dancer of this sacrificial dance.

And every cultivator on the stage has a weapon in his hand.

However, unlike the Northern Wei Dynasty, which seemed to be a bit chaotic and chaotic with spears and halberds, almost all the cultivators of the Former Qin Dynasty were Changge with a unified style in their hands, which was extremely solemn and neat at a glance.

Ji Jiashu watched this scene quietly.

The boys were dressed in pure black sacrificial robes, and their hands were scattered around with tall and heavy ge, like cavalry guarding the woman.

But that woman is by no means a princess who is guarded.

Almost with the footsteps of Yinghuyue, the people who were originally talking under the altar suddenly gradually quieted down.

When the girl came to the altar.

The atmosphere of the whole world is different.

With every step she took, everything was quietly changing.

It's quiet.

This is a magical experience that Ji Jiashu has never had.

But now he