Uncle Xiang's performance made Song Qingxiao raise his eyebrows, and the handsome young man smiled and lowered his eyes to look at the old man who was kneeling in front of him, and was extremely excited because of his words.

It seems that he was not surprised by his strange performance, but he was used to such a scene for a long time.

In other words, Uncle Xiang and this group of people in Yulun's virtual realm-

No, at least the relationship between the young man in front of him is not equal, not like what Uncle Xiang originally said, making some deals with them, but more like Uncle Xiang taking the initiative to deliver goods in exchange for something beneficial to him in the Yulun Realm.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxiao couldn't help but feel more curious about the content of the transaction between the two parties.

"It's not hard ......" Uncle Xiang threw himself to the ground, trembling excitedly for a long time, and then said without crying:

"It's my honor to be able to do things for Lord Yichang."

After he finished speaking, he was about to reach out and touch his body again, and in the sound of 'Sisuo's clothes turning, everyone and the sound seemed to be still, making Uncle Xiang's rummaging sound louder and louder.

The young man known as Yichang looked at the old man who was prostrate on the ground with a smile, neither meaning to help him, nor moving, as if he was really a high god, coldly watching the believers who knelt down to worship him, with a kind of dusty atmosphere that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The ship silently approached the dock, and the hull touched the dock, making a slight 'bang' sound, and then rebounded by the force, pushing the dock away a little.

Behind the pavilion, several uniformly dressed men stood in rows, all with their hands bowed, like puppeteers, motionless.

On the bow of the boat, the two young men who supported each other also seemed to be affected by this solemn atmosphere, neither dared to get off the boat easily, nor dared to make a sound, even the young man who was in pain bit his lower lip and held back the moans that were about to escape from his mouth.

Pinluo trembled, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and got closer and closer to Song Qingxiao, staring closely at the strange scene on the shore.

After a long time, Uncle Xiang finally seemed to find it.

From the crack in the inner layer of his clothes, he took out a bag about the size of a palm, took it out, and held it high above his head:

"Lord Yichang, this is the list of goods shipped this time."

Uncle Xiang has a hideous face, and he is not very particular about people, and his hands are dark and rough, so he doesn't look like a meticulous person.

But he cherished this close-knit bag very much, except for his body temperature, it was not stained with half a point.

The bag was bright red in color, and a large group of peonies were embroidered with needlework and thread, which looked very festive.

The handsome young man with a smile on his face did not pick up, but nodded slightly.

As soon as he moved, like a signal, a man standing in the second row stood up straight, walked straight to Uncle Xiang, took his bag, tore open the mouth of Uncle Xiang's cherished purse, took out a neatly folded note from it, and held it in his hand.

As soon as Uncle Xiang sent this thing out, it was as if he had unloaded a boulder from his body, and then he stood up upright, with a look of wanting to say something.

The young Xinchang seemed to have dealt with him for many years and knew him very well, and when he saw this scene, he took two steps, and Uncle Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and also got up and followed him.

The two crossed the pavilion and stopped in the middle of the promenade that was in the water.

Xinchang's figure was straight, and Uncle Xiang stood about a meter away from him with his back bent, as if he was afraid that if he got close, he would defile this handsome young man like a fairy.

After the two stood still, without waiting for Xinchang to speak, Uncle Xiang said:

"Lord Xinchang, this three-year festival, I brought a woman over."

The people on the boat were very far apart, and there were people in the Yulun Realm guarding here, without the permission of this group of 'immortal' characters, several young people did not dare to get off the boat easily, and stood on the boat in the same posture, holding their breath, staring at the two people in the corridor without saying a word.

A few crooked peach trees planted on the shore bloomed full of flowers, and the figure of Xinchang in the shadow of the flowers was lined with less than mortals, and became more and more handsome.

Pin Luo stared at Uncle Xiang and the others, but because the distance was too far, even if his eyesight was good, he could only notice that Uncle Xiang's mouth was opening and closing up and down, as if he was talking to Yichang, but he couldn't hear what he said.

"This woman's surname is Song, I think this person is seventeen or eight years old, and her skin is smooth, and her eyebrows are smooth, she should still be ...... complete wall."

The last two sentences are even lowered, and they may not be heard clearly even at close range.

But Song Qingxiao's divine sense is so powerful, Uncle Xiang can't hide a word from her ears.

Hearing this, she already felt that Uncle Xiang had brought her here, and I was afraid that he had other plans.

Combined with what he said, the information in the words such as the three-year sacrifice, the woman, the body of the wall, etc., combined with the rumors that Pinluo said before, it is not difficult to speculate that the people of the Yulun Void Realm do have a tradition of sacrifice, once every three years, and must sacrifice the girl with the body of the wall.

But what is the sacrifice?

According to Pinluo, the purpose of the sacrifice was to appease the resentment of the evil dragon who was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor, so that the people could live and work in peace and contentment, but Song Qingxiao knew that this was just a pretext.

When he was in Jiuquan, Uncle Xiang reluctantly said something about Yulun's false history under her questioning.

Although the legends cannot be trusted, they are one of the clues related to the mission in the trial scenario.

Uncle Xiang said that the Yulun Void Realm is a place created by the Yellow Emperor for future generations to transcend the Three Realms, and the 'people' who live in it do not ascend to heaven, die or enter the ground, and are not subject to the Three Realms-

In other words, if the legend is true, the people in it can live forever in some sense.

The Yellow Emperor slashed the Nine Dragons in order to arouse the dragon qi to form the 'Dragon King' qi, and held up the Yulun Void Realm to form this unique place.

So is it possible that the so-called sacrifice is actually to appease the dragon king who is holding the Yulun Void Realm, so a young woman is sent to sacrifice every three years to achieve some kind of purpose of maintaining the existence of the Yulun Void Realm?

Her mind was spinning quickly, and she heard Uncle Xiang continue:

"But this man has ghosts."

He talked about Song Qingxiao's performance after getting on the boat, mentioning that she inquired about the legends and secrets of the Nine Dragon Caves and the Dragon King, and talked about his guesses and worries about her.

"She's very calm, and doesn't seem to shy away from the 'calming' in the cave," he said, pausing, and then adding, "I suspect she has some skills." ”

When Yichang heard this, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth slightly, and Uncle Xiang saw that he was silent, as if he was afraid that he would not believe it, so he hurriedly said:

"It's true, Lord Yichang!" In a hurry, his attitude was a little arrogant, as if he had taken a step forward.

The handsome young man frowned slightly, as if offended by him.

Before he could say anything, Uncle Xiang realized his offense, and retreated in fear, and then lowered his voice again:

"It's true! Lord Yichang! He repeated his previous words again, showing his anxiety, "This woman used to pluck water with her hands when she passed through the Nine Springs, and the 'calming qi' in the pool water did not affect her at all......

Uncle Xiang said it for a long time, but Yichang was unmoved.

But when he mentioned that Song Qingxiao was playing with Jiuquan with his hand and was not affected by the demonic qi in the spring, his face finally changed.

He looked in the direction of the boat, his gaze became extremely sharp for a moment, and it was full of a fierce momentum that did not belong to his age, and when Song Qingxiao had not yet raised his head, that feeling was fleeting.

When Song Qingxiao turned her head to look, Yichang still maintained the posture of listening to Uncle Xiang's speech before, as if she hadn't turned her head, and the gaze she felt at the previous moment seemed to be just her illusion.

It's funny.

After reporting the matter about Song Qingxiao, Uncle Xiang had the courage to look up at the expression of the young man in front of him, and saw that his eyes were like stars, the corners of his lips were slightly curled, his expression was gentle, and his convincing demeanor was still there, so he knew that he already had a plan in his heart, and his panicked heart was a little fixed at the moment.

"Yichang-sama ......"

There was a look of reverence in his eyes, as if he was excited, but also seemed to be a little choked, "I have been working for all the adults in the fairyland for many years, since then...... It has been 57 years since I was fortunate enough to see the demeanor of adults, and I have been conscientious, and I dare not slack off, for fear of missing the important things of your adults......"

"Now I'm seventy-one, and I feel that my body is not as good as before, and the adults once promised me ......"

When Song Qingxiao heard this, he vaguely felt that Uncle Xiang was afraid that he would open his mouth to say a big secret related to Yulun's virtual realm, and he was even more focused at the moment, and was about to listen to what he said next-

"Song ......"

Pinluo, who had been standing beside her for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a small voice sounded in her ear nearby.

He was already extremely uneasy in his heart, and now everyone didn't speak, and the people standing in the Yulun Realm were dressed gorgeously, but Yichang left, and the rest of the people except for the old man who took the gift list handed by Uncle Xiang, the others still maintained a motionless posture and stood respectfully.

After Pinluo knew the strangeness of the time of the Yulun Void Realm, he felt that everything was wrong here.

Now looking at these puppet-like 'immortals', the quiet atmosphere makes me feel more and more cold in my back.

The people in the pavilion and on the boat all seemed to have fallen under a spell, except for Yichang and Uncle Xiang, who were dynamic and standing very far away and talking, the others, including the two accomplices on the ship, seemed to have pressed the pause button by some mysterious force.

The key is that his accomplices are afraid, but Song Qingxiao, who has been the most calm all the way, also seems to have been affected, and the boat has been docked for a long time, but he doesn't even get off the boat, which makes Pinluo feel wrong.

He endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back, and whispered a word.

But as soon as the words came out, I saw Song Qingxiao turn his head, glanced at him lightly, raised his arm slightly, hooked his fingertips slightly, and made a silent gesture.

The words that ......the young man was about to say later were suppressed by her powerful aura, and she suddenly did not dare to speak again.

At the same time, she was stopped by her movements, as well as Lord Yichang in the distance.

He also seemed to have noticed Song Qing's subtle movements, and when Uncle Xiang excitedly told him about his achievements over the years, and was about to ask for a reward, he also made a gesture and forbade Uncle Xiang to continue.

"You've done a good job, but I'll arrange these things for you separately after the ceremony."

Yichang's voice was low, like a jar of mellow old wine.

When Uncle Xiang said these words this time, he was just holding a vague fantasy, but he didn't expect him to have the intention of relenting.

At the moment, he was even more excited, and he couldn't wait to kneel down and kiss his feet again.

But after Yichang said this, he had no intention of continuing to deal with him.

Uncle Xiang is in the world of several young people and Yulun, and the locals think that he is extremely mysterious and has a unique status.

But in front of this fairy-like figure, his status is as low as an ant.

After he expressed his meaning, he turned around and walked in the direction of the pavilion, leaving Uncle Xiang, who was a little excited and out of shape, crying and shouting his name.

As soon as the adult came over, he glanced at Song Qingxiao with a smile:

"When the distinguished guest came, why didn't you invite him off the ship, and he was so lazy?"

He spoke slowly, and he did not lose his temper, but those who had been like wooden carvings before were like clockwork after his words, and they all suddenly 'came to life'.

That kind of 'live' is not only about action, but also about the expression that has begun to change.

It seems that once Song Qingxiao is characterized as a 'distinguished guest', for the people in the Yulun Realm, the meaning of identity is different from before.

A group of young and old, old and young, moved, the triangle that had been standing before was scattered, and people in deep clothes and long skirts all walked towards the dock, several people worked together, grabbed the boat and dragged it, and the boat that was hit about half a meter away from the shore retouched the shore.

The two young men at the bow of the boat were flattered and were helped down by several old men with smiles.

Then someone wanted to help the young man standing beside Song Qingxiao, he was a little uneasy at first, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and then took the initiative to stretch out his hand as if he thought of something.

The moment he was caught, his expression stiffened a little, and his body seemed to be disobedient, and he was put on a plane by two old men, his legs were in the air, and he got off the boat.

Then someone wanted to carry Song Qingxiao, and she gestured:

"No need."

Then she jumped lightly, and then jumped ashore, and the others on the shore saw that the guests had disembarked, and only then did they get on board one after another, and began to carry the goods down.

"Song ......" Pinluo was carried off the shore, still a little weak-legged, and was about to lean over, and when she finished the words that had been interrupted by her before, a low, gentle male voice sounded behind Song Qingxiao:

"Miss Song."

Song Qingxiao turned around and saw Yichang walking slowly.

He wears a thick skirt with intricate embroidered edges at the corners of each layer, which is very easy to distinguish.

The innermost layer enveloped his legs, and each subsequent layer grew shorter, and the lace looped around to form a unique pattern on the dark skirt.

It is precisely because this skirt is not very convenient, so Yichang's steps are not big, and each step only exposes the black moire boot tips below, which looks elegant and dusty.

As soon as Pinluo saw him coming, he immediately stopped talking, hid behind Song Qingxiao, and secretly looked at the Yichang Lord as he called Uncle Xiang out of the corner of his eye.

This Yichang didn't pay attention to him, and a pair of eyes as deep as an ancient well fell on Song Qingxiao:

"I didn't know that the guests were coming, so I didn't prepare in advance, and the arrangements were a little hasty, and I hope Miss Song doesn't mind."

He doesn't look very old, but he speaks in a crepe-like manner, chewing between the words, quite an old-fashioned and rigorous style, which is extremely inconsistent with his youthful appearance.

But it is not surprising that he did it, as if everything was taken for granted.

He didn't seem to be embarrassed by his words and style, and from the look in his eyes, his eyes carried the perseverance and composure that are extremely rare for people of this age, as if only people who have gone through the world have the calm and composedness that they can see.

"I heard that Miss Song is here for the Dragon King?" Yichang smiled, as if chatting casually, and immediately mentioned the purpose of Song Qingxiao's trip.

As soon as he said this, not only did Uncle Xiang, who calmed down his mood, be taken aback, but even Pinluo was very frightened.

This handsome young man didn't seem to have any intention of being dumb with Song Qingxiao at all, and she wasn't even worried that she knew that Uncle Xiang had told her the details.

Song Qingxiao vaguely felt that this Yichang was very likely to know that his previous conversation with Uncle Xiang had been heard by himself, so he used this to probe his expression at this time.

She pursed the corners of her lips and simply followed his words and said:

"I'm really curious about the Dragon King."

"Hahaha."

When Yichang heard her admit it, he immediately burst out laughing heartily.

He is handsome, and his every move has an indescribable sense of being out of the dust, and at this time, under the laughter, his eyes are full of brilliance, revealing a few neat and white teeth, which looks chic and dignified, but also elegant.

"Then Miss Song came at the right time, two days later, we are about to hold the sacrifice of the Dragon King, and then the girl can have a good look."

"Huh?" Pinluo didn't expect him to say such a thing, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Perhaps it was the rash voice of an ordinary person who interrupted his conversation, which made this Yichang lord who looked elegant a little displeased.

The smile on his face quickly converged into a just right smile, and then nodded at Song Qingxiao:

"Approaching the Dragon King Festival, I have a lot of miscellaneous things, so I will not accompany me first, and I will leave Chu Rong to serve here, and he will arrange a residence for you later." When he spoke, he didn't look at Pinluo, who was standing behind Song Qingxiao and looked timid, as if he didn't look at this ordinary young man:

"If there is any inconsiderate hospitality, please bear with me."

With that, he nodded, and then turned around.

The other people in deep clothes all bowed down respectfully, their arms crossed in front of their abdomen, and after he left, everyone looked up and smiled as if they had gone to a big stone in their hearts.

A man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old stepped forward and looked at Song Qing with a smile:

"Miss Song, I am the first appearance, Lord Yichang has confessed, I want to take good care of you." He is of medium stature, with broad shoulders, slightly shorter than Yichang, and is dressed similarly to Yichang, but lacks the momentum of Yichang.

I don't know if it's because he is dressed similarly to Yichang, Song Qingxiao faintly felt that his face was somewhat similar to Yichang, she was about to take a closer look, but Churong seemed to notice her gaze, and instinctively parted her face:

"We are here, although the place is small, but the scenery is okay, while the sky is not dark, why don't I ask someone to take the girl around and see if it can be done?"

As he finished speaking, he heard a hoarse male voice call:

"Third uncle."

Chu Rong frowned, instinctively turned around, Song Qingxiao also turned his head to look, and saw a thin old man not far away, standing about seven or eight steps away from a few people, looking at Chu Rong, wanting to speak and stopping.

The old man was about seventy years old, with gray hair, wrinkled cheeks, skin covered with bones, and a sparse goatee on his chin.

He interrupted Chu Rong's words loudly, causing a look of displeasure to flash in Chu Rong's eyes, and he turned around and asked:

"What's the matter?"

His tone was stern, as if offended, and the old man licked his lips and hesitated:

"One of the people who came in was wounded and needed healing."

This is to make up for yesterday's arrears~~~ double more in one, 5,000 words big chapter! ~~~

Happy New Year everyone~~~

Recently, the virus has been ferocious, everyone remember to pay attention to their bodies, go out with masks, and try not to go to crowded places~~~

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