Jia Yi then came out, his face was pale, his eyes wandered, and he was so unsettled that he couldn't even move steadily.

Tang Yuan, who was still very curious, quickly dispelled the idea of going to see what was going on after seeing the two of them in such a tragic situation, and hid behind Xiling Lan and pretended to be dead.

Fu Ye returned to southern Xinjiang and returned to the command of the saint again, like a fish in water, everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

The sacrifice is also divided into hours, and such a grand sacrifice as the fire sacrifice naturally has to be at midnight, when the yin qi is the worst, and the soul is the easiest to be sent to the Gu god.

Since the morning, the Miao people who have come from other villages to watch the ceremony have come one after another, the sacrifice that is rare in a hundred years, and now that Bai Miao is rising, everyone has to come to mix their faces and hand over a certificate of name or something.

Since Bai Miao was wiped out, he has never been so lively, and those who can come are basically here, and there are those with short legs and weak legs, and they are still on the way, no one wants to miss the fire festival, and they don't want to miss this important moment of having a good relationship with Bai Miao.

The vacant houses in the stockade are crowded with people who come to observe, and those who have no place in the later ones are not picky, and they can make do with a place in a cave or under a tree.

Until nightfall, there are still people hurrying to Baimiao Village, when a bend of the first quarter moon rises overhead, the fire sacrifice ceremony officially begins.

The fire festival was built in the square in front of the statue of the Gu Emperor, and a tall altar was built in front of the statue of the Gu Emperor.

Under the altar, divided into two columns, there are several elders of Bai Miao and the owners of each village, arranged according to their relationship, and the top position is vacant for three, which is the position of Miao Qingge and Chu Tianmu Xiling Lan. The rest of the Miao people sat on the square scattered on the ground, leaving only a straight corridor for the sacrificial personnel to pass.

Miao Qingge is the high priest of this sacrifice, and he put it on early, with a white big collar and narrow sleeves on his upper body, and five poisons embroidered on the sleeves with five-color threads, a pleated skirt on his lower body, and the skirt is embroidered with gorgeous flowers, birds and fish, and a set of embroidered waistbands around his waist, and a set of heavy silver ornaments on his head, which is extraordinary, and on his neck and wrists, he is wearing no less than ten strings of necklaces and bracelets, reflecting the light of the blazing torches in the square, and the holiness does not dare to look directly.

Barefoot all the way, walking slowly, through the crowd in the square, where it passed, everyone looked at this Bai Miao Holy Maiden with admiration, for fear that her breathing would be heavy and disturb the sacrifice.

Chu Tianmu and Xiling Lan also changed into Miao Min's costumes.

Chu Tianmu was dressed in a short cardigan, with a patterned wool felt on his shoulders, and leggings wrapped around his calves, lean and neat, compared to the wide-sleeved robes on weekdays, he had a unique momentum.

The Xiling blue shirt is similar to Miao Qingge, but the color is blue, wearing a pair of pleated trousers, embroidered with flowers on the side of the pants, and wearing a silver crown.

The two followed behind Miao Qingge, like a pair of fairy couples.

Where have the people of southern Xinjiang seen such a talented woman, fairy-like sons and little ladies, they have whispered to each other, and the originally silent square sounded a buzzing sound for a while.

"I heard that the son who followed the saint was the son of the saint and the barbarians outside, and sure enough, there are so many handsome sons and daughters outside the mountain, and the sons and daughters who look at people's parents are better looking than the sons and daughters in our village combined."

"Yes, look at the little lady next to him, she is also so good-looking, I heard that the little lady is the wife of the young patriarch of Bai Miao, what a match!"

"Yes, such a handsome son, even if I only have a spring breeze with him once, I am willing."