In fact, this is completely a liking, and because I like it, I made this whimsical decision in my heart. In addition, Ling Xiao himself didn't know why he suddenly thought of getting a tattoo on his face, and it could even be said that it was meaningless to do so. But she is so casual in some small things, as long as she likes it, why do it? She doesn't even care what others think of her.

Just drawing a few bamboo leaves was naturally not a problem for the woman, but she still had some worries in her heart, faintly worried that she would not achieve the effect that Ling Xiao imagined. And Ling Xiao also took this into consideration, so he asked the maid to take a pen and paper, and showed the size of a few bamboo leaves, the combination, and the subtleties of color changes on the paper clearly, and the woman only needed to move it under the corner of her eye.

This time, the pattern was much simpler than the totem of Yiyue Palace, so it took a lot less time, and it was completed in less than an hour.

Seeing that Ling Xiao sat up from the couch again, the woman took the mirror in the handmaiden's hand and handed it to Ling Xiao: "Girl, how about it?" Are you satisfied? ”

The residual pain under the corners of his eyes had not disappeared, Ling Xiao tilted his head slightly, and his eyes slightly lifted his eyes to fall on the thumb-sized pattern in the mirror, inadvertently hooking the corners of his lips. It's exactly the same pattern she drew on paper, like a copy.

There are a total of five bamboo leaves on the two small bamboo branches, the lower ends of the bamboo branches intersect, and there are also two leaves overlapping each other, which seems to be one at first glance, but a closer look will find that it is two branches, containing layers, distributed randomly and naturally, quite exquisite.

This beautiful face, which was originally full of a hint of coldness, is now a little fresher and colder, giving people a sense of detachment. It's just that now the white and tender skin outside the tattoo is slightly red and swollen, and it will take some time for it to recover on its own.

After a few glances, Ling Xiao put down the mirror, nodded with satisfaction at the woman, and said gratefully: "Yes, thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's just a small thing, and the girl doesn't have to say thank you." The woman looked at Ling Xiao's calm face, smiled slightly, waved her hand, and then buried her head and began to sort out the pile of tools on the desk.

Feeling Ling Xiao gently brushing past him, the woman who was wrapping the needle sighed secretly. Just because she didn't know whether Ling Xiao was really satisfied or fake satisfied with the tattoo she stabbed, she had just watched Ling Xiao look at the bronze mirror, except for the shallow hook of the lips, she never detected any other changes in expression from Ling Xiao's face, and her expression was too bland, no joy, no disgust. Regardless, she still had confidence in her skills, thinking that the other party might be delighted, and perhaps that casual smile had proved it.

At night, the crescent moon rose in the east, and the lights in Yiyue Palace were brilliant everywhere, and Ling Xiao, who was dressed in costume, was surrounded by several women and came to the magnificent sacrificial ground. At this time, the whole palace has gathered here, standing in an orderly manner, under the light of a torch, the momentum is magnificent, and the gray flag on the sidelines beckons

This sacrifice was specially prepared for Ling Xiao, unlike the annual newcomer entering the palace sacrifice ceremony in Yiyue Palace in the past, which would allow dozens of newly accepted disciples to perform sacrifices at the same time, and then they could be regarded as officially becoming Yiyue Palace people. There was only Ling Xiao tonight, but the layout of the scene was no less than every time before, and it could be said to be more grand.

Ling Xiao stepped up the steps, everyone's eyes were all focused on her in the next moment, and some people's expressions changed slightly in an instant.

Ling Xiao didn't care about these different eyes cast from all directions, and when she looked at her, she saw that Taozhi was standing in front of the altar, wearing almost the same clothes and accessories as the ones on her body, and nodded at her with a satisfied smile.

Ling Xiao walked over with a calm and steady step, but his mood changed slightly because of the clothes of the two. Originally, she thought that what she was wearing today was what ordinary newcomers in Yiyue Palace should have when they entered the palace, but at this moment she realized that she was thinking about the problem too simply, and it was no wonder that most people looked a little weird. But now it's too late to say anything, the auspicious time is approaching, and it is obviously impossible to go back to change clothes, and I blame her for not figuring it out in advance.

Ling Xiao walked over and saluted the peach branch plainly, and then stood quietly behind the left side of the peach branch.

When the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass next to the altar, four drums sounded in unison on the altar. Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly went dark, and all the lights had been extinguished, leaving the shallow moonlight scattered in the night sky silently, and the sky and the earth were foggy and dim.

At this time, six women with water sleeves ascended to the altar with a figure dressed in strange costumes and holding a scepter. As the priest of Yiyue Palace, in such a scene, she is more majestic than Taozhi, the palace master.

Led by the priest, seven men stood at the offering table, then knelt slowly on the bunk, and after prostration, the priest got up and put incense in the censer.

The drums stopped, and the six women still prostrate respectfully on the ground, while the priest danced the scepter in his hand and began to chant an ancient hymn. The different sounds were long, the tone was vague and obscure, Ling Xiao didn't understand a word, but she had a feeling as if she was in the big priest of ancient times, it was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had experienced it in the depths of her forgotten memory, that feeling was very subtle.

Ling Xiao thought, maybe those sacrificial scenes in ancient times were really like what she saw now, she had only learned about it in the history books before, and now what she saw was a kind of restoration. The subtle feeling that arises in my heart comes from the imagination of the words when I first read the book, and the resonance that I see now has a kind of resonance, and the brain will involuntarily pretend to be something I have really experienced.

At the end of the day, it's just a psychological effect. Giving herself such an explanation, Ling Xiao felt a lot more at ease, otherwise, she was afraid that she would really have serious doubts about herself, to be precise, doubts about everything in the world.

Ever since she died from the modern world, everything she had been through had struck her as weird. But fortunately, this time it can be explained, but how to explain the first few times? What did not doubt the feeling of being in the forest, the dream she had experienced when she was dying, and the fact that she had come to such a world after her death?

Halfway through the chant, the six women who were prostrate at the offering table rose gracefully and stood around the priest. In the haze, they danced to the moon on the altar.