"I would like to invite the students of the first class of the third year of our Shengde High School to worship the heavens." The hostess announces the curtain.

Hearing that it was a dance, all the students of the dance academy sat up and stretched their necks.

"Dare to perform a dance in front of the dance academy, Shengde really dares." The curious voices of the students of the Hyunkyo Academy came.

In the dark, An Chen's gaze crossed the deep ghostly light, allowing you to see, sometimes unprofessional amazing.

At this time, suddenly a melodious singing voice came

It's just a simple accompaniment, but there is a hint of the flute of dawn and rising sun.

Then, the red cloth on the entire stage was slowly pulled away.

Like a fiery ocean, it stretches out under the lights of the stage. Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes, the majestic and atmospheric scenery, the spreading red flags, and the people dressed in red costumes on the stage.

There is no sense of disobedience, because all the details are not inferior, so it makes people feel more immersed.

The people on the stage are just spread out in every corner, and the people in the back stand on the red observation deck, and in the middle of the stage is an altar, and eight large flags are surrounded by eight people at a distance.

Above the altar was a big red drum, and on top of the red drum, Luo Qiu was holding a large scroll of sacrifices.

Her expression was indifferent and unrestrained, looking at the sky at this time as if she was waiting for something?

Below the altar were men and women of the memorial service, and the men held a three-meter-high banner in their hands, and the retro and prosperous runes on the banner were even more mysterious because they were not fully unfolded.

The music slowly rose, bringing a bit of solemnity to the memorial.

Everyone's eyes were all attracted by the amazement of the appearance on the field, and the media were stunned for a while before they remembered to shoot, and finally began to press the camera frantically.

"It's a national style, and it's so real, it must have taken a lot of thought." The headmaster of the shadow was amazed, his eyes lit up.

Their principals also thought it was good, and this appearance was really unexpected by him.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Leaving the village is now perennial drought, the people are not living, hereby sacrifice to the heavens, the dripping rain gathers, all the people are born, thirsting for the heavy rain to land, the grass and trees are restored, the Pudu creatures, born without ......" Accompanied by the music of the ceremony, Luo Qiu unfolded the solemn sound of the sacrifice.

She was indeed a narrator, but after a few words, everyone was brought in by her.

And as her voice rose and fell, everyone's hearts were lifted.

"Bang!" Then with the sound of a drum.

Then the two boys went up to the high platform and directly set up Luo Qiu and jumped down from above.

Immediately, red silk came to the distant robes on both sides, and Li Xue and Chen Xiaojin on both sides took over, and the red silk danced.

All the flags in the hands of the sons and daughters were on the drums at their feet, and the sound began to sound with the music that began to rush to the ground.

"Worship the gods, purify all living beings, rain and spiritual creatures grow ......" Luo Qiu slowly walked to the front position, opened the sacrifice with both hands, and the long tassels hanging down next to his hands were very beautiful.

She looked up at the sky, her expression was just the right amount of sincerity, and the performance in this position had been gently supervised by Baili dozens of times.

The sound words are accompanied by music, and this unique atmosphere is completely brought to life.

Suddenly, the music was urgent, and the goddesses Chen Xiaojin and Li Xue on both sides spun quickly, the red streamers in their hands were flying, and they rotated left and right respectively to retreat and then pause with a beautiful ribbon across the frame.