The festival is a festival in this place to pray for the blessings of the heavens. It began a hundred years ago, and it still exists now, but what does it depend on? When people are toiling, the dream that ignites in their hearts, peace and tranquility, is the dream. So even if it's fake, it's a sustenance in people's hearts. Born in a grassy place, full of thrilling coercion, if you don't even have a dream of sustenance, isn't it the same as blindly exploring the abyss?

The altar is located beneath the tallest banyan tree, and to its left there is a wide path that leads to all parts of the pilgrimage. On the right are rows of houses, this one is a little different, the eaves are covered with thorny vines, and they are not a place for people to live at all.

Up and down, they are connected to the road out, and down to the black forest can lead directly to the vast plateau, but there is a demon king living in it. He is rumored to have tiger whiskers, a face like a black bear, huge horns on his head, a foot wide on his back, and huge wings like black feathers. One bite of him was enough to swallow a river miles long. It can be called the first demon king, and its strength is deep and unfathomable. The top is not the same. You can get out of this wild land. It can be said that the dreams of teenagers in Chaoshi District are all to go out.

Besides, this altar is surrounded by clouds and mist, and it is mysterious, as if it were real. On the altar, there was a roasted pig and a wicker stick, and on all sides were placed fine ancient trees.

Bang -

Below, the crowd of onlookers. Give way to a person who can pass. Listening to the sound, it was produced by the collision of silver and iron. A white-haired old man with iron earrings and a turban on his head walked out of it.

At this moment, the air around him seemed to freeze. There was only him in everyone's eyes, this old man. Although he is old, his pace is steady, and he has not been affected at all because of his age.

"The eagle spreads its wings and flies in the sky, and the arrogant tiger bites and stains one side with blood. I am willing to give everything, ask for the protection of heaven, and be happy and happy......"

Time passed quickly, and the old man walked to the altar. His cloudy eyes, focused on the front, spoke silent language.

Then the old man, dragging his long sleeve with his right hand, stretched out his front and picked up the wicker. Wet with water, he waved the wicker in his right hand, doing the same movements, and stretched out his middle finger with his left hand, biting out the blood with his teeth and smearing it on the wicker.

Subsequently, the wicker is put back in its place. The old man's waist bent slightly, his left hand put away all the fingers except the middle finger and thumb, and placed his left hand on his right chest. It is clear that this is a unique ritual.

Here, everyone knows how to refine weapons, and the basic condition for refining tools is "telekinesis". Every person who refines the instrument can put his consciousness in matter, and then he can operate it.

The old man's "telekinesis" belongs to a high level, only for a moment. I saw a white light flash in his eyes, and all the ancient trees floated in the air.

Boom -

However, at this moment, the unexpected happened. There was a section of ancient wood that couldn't withstand the power of the mind and was blown into powder.

"What's going on?"

"How could Gumu suddenly blow up?"

......

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar. Loud noise, very loud. From such an excited tone, it is clear that this sacrifice is very important to them.

The old man frowned, squatted down, dipped his hand in the powder, and then sniffed the powder on his hand. Hearing this, the old man found out that this ancient wood was fake!, just when he wanted to shout the truth.

Whoosh -

A white fog appeared all around. Apparently this is not a natural occurrence, but someone intended it. Three black shadows rushed out of the room on the right. Their speed is enough to compare with that of jackals, and if people with bad eyes can't see them at all, they can only see a blurry black dot.

"Split up!" Lu Qitian shouted at the two people in the distance at his extreme speed. There was no response, but the action was. Begin to gradually separate.

Last night-

On a table with a map of the Chaoshi area, Lu Qitian, Yang Yuqing, and Fan Fan sat respectively.

Lu Qitian pointed to the banyan tree on the map and said to them: "Under the banyan tree is the so-called sacrifice site. As for the ancient wood, the sacrifices in previous years were carried by Li Zhuangtou, who was responsible for carrying them. ”

"You mean, during this period, you want to secretly replace it?" Fan Fan guessed a little, but he couldn't help but confirm it.

Lu Qitian said with a smile: "Fan Fan, you are only half right, it is right to replace it secretly, but it is definitely not during the period when Li Zhuangtou is in charge." But don't forget, he is in the stage of soul suppression, and his sensitivity is at a high peak, no matter how he comes, he will definitely fail!"

Soul suppression is an outside saying. Outside, refining is a minor, and the source path is the main one, and the source path can be divided into three cultivations: "soul cultivation, body cultivation, and dao cultivation". The refining tool is used to suppress the soul, sacrifice the soul, and devour the soul to get through a trick. Soul cultivation has the strongest spiritual power, so even if Li Zhuangtou is in the soul suppression, it is not something they can easily fool!

After that, Lu Qitian pointed to the Yangxin Lake in the picture and said: "Elder Zhang is the chief responsible for the preparation of the sacrifice, so when Elder Li Zhuang comes, it will definitely be handed over to him first, not the priest village chief (because the village chief usually stays at home, and only when the sacrifice ceremony is held, he will go out.) Over time, the name "priest village chief" came out. As for the start, I chose to take action during the period when Zhang Lao went to raise the heart lake. ”

For this time, Lu Qi has put a lot of effort into the world. Even, to observe these people, to get their specific strength and rest. It can be said that in this operation, Lu Qitian's hard work was the deepest.

"Also, prepare a large amount of white plaster stone (white plaster is a type of stone that will explode into white mist when smashed on the ground) and a large number of ropes. On the branches and high places of the banyan trees, white plasterstones are hung with ropes. When you want to set off, Yang Yu is responsible for shooting off the small bow and crossbow, be careful not to shoot low, try to hit with an arrow, otherwise the sound will be too loud, and it will be difficult to do it at that time?"

Lu Qitian put the pebble on the side of the map and said in detail in an orderly and detailed manner. Subsequently, he pointed to Yang Yuqing and entrusted him with the task of the bow and crossbow.

As for the hiding place, it was dug early. It was on the outer wall of the first house covered with rattan, in the nearby underground. Although uninhabited, the white tone of the exterior wall remains the same.

That night's discussion lasted a long time, three hours -- during which time the main discussion was about how to rush out, and several other methods.

The above is the method and method discussed overnight...... Lu Qitian thought of it recalled.

......

What about Fan Fan and Yang Yuqing, Lu Qitian is not clear. He doesn't want to care at the moment, he always has only one goal, and that is to get out.

Lu Qitian ran down the bushes on the edge of the trail, and after running for about a few meters, he jumped down, slid down the slightly sloping dirt slope below the trail, and then fell to the flat ground. With that alone, he was at the forefront, much closer to the way out.

It's coming, it's coming, and that bet has almost fooled me for almost five years......

Worried about the past, the former scene suddenly floated, which made Lu Qitian think in his heart.

Lu Qitian muttered, "The way out." If you go down the trail, there is a ravine, although there is some cruelty in it, but it is also the nearest one. If you tell the two of them, they will definitely not agree to this time today! But if you can't help but force it once, the village chief will definitely disagree, and fight it. ”

Time passed quickly, and Lu Qitian ran to the entrance of the valley......

Lu Qitian, with black paint and indifferent black eyes, looked at the entrance in front of him like tiger teeth. At such a juncture, he couldn't help but ignite a raging fighting spirit in his heart. In this way, Lu Qitian walked into the valley.

The valley is a rare place with fertile land, green trees, and lush vegetation. However, because of their existence, they have occupied this place, although the number is not large, but it is also full of danger. In the middle of the valley, there is a long river that runs through all places, which is why it is called "valley".

When you first enter the valley, you can see the cliffs towering into the clouds, the swallows flying in the whirlwind, and the chirping of warblers, which are not terrifying at all.

Standing below, after some observation, Lu Qitian took vigorous steps and began to move forward gradually and rapidly.

At the other end - the altar.

At this time, the old man had already changed his outfit. A simple black robe, his eyes were full of anger, and the cane in his hand was still tapping on the ground from time to time, and the sound of the tapping was very dull, as if it was the same as the old man.

There are always ten steps on the altar, and on the last step, Yang Yuqing and Fan Fan are tied. They didn't run out as Lu Qitian expected.

The old man walked down slowly. When he came down, Zhang Lao bowed slightly and apologized: "It's my negligence, I'm sorry for the village chief!"

"No, it's your fault, it's my problem!" the old man raised his right hand, shook his head, and said. Then the old man pondered for a while, and then asked, "What about Lu Qitian's little ghost?"

Zhang Lao pointed to the path above the altar and promised: "Go down, go down there." As for where he's going, where he's going? ”

The old man asked Zhang Lao: "If you want to get out of the taboo, which way can you go?" (taboo is an ancient restriction)

"For example, Yang Yuqing and Fan Fan, who just went to Leimen and Qingze, are two ways. One has a large number of thunder beasts, and it is impossible for the taboo to extend there. There is also one, this is the big river leading to the outside, and naturally there are no taboos. Anything else...... Just, it's the brook ......" Zhang Lao, touching his chin, about a sexual response.

Without waiting for Zhang Lao to finish speaking, the old man hurriedly said a place name: "Xigu !!"

"Crazy, isn't it? That little ghost, for the sake of that cruel outside world, he didn't even want his life?"

"Village chief, what should I do now?"

"What else, hurry up and call Liu Dazhuang and Li Zhuangtou, and let them organize some young people in the Chaoshi District to come to the rescue!

The old man's anger has long since dissipated. hurriedly instructed Zhang Lao to call Liu Dazhuang and Li Zhuangtou. Looking at the figure of Zhang Lao gradually moving away, the old man's heart was still anxious, and he could only pray to the gods to bless Lu Qitian.

Look at it again, Yang Yuqing and Fan Fan. When they heard the word Valley, they were dumbfounded for a moment.

Lu Laosan, is there such a fool of people? What else do you say? Your own way......