Immediately after that, the long-sleeved dancers of all colors, dancing their waists and throwing flowers, like fairies scattering flowers, suddenly overflowed with fragrance, and the room was full of fragrant fragrance.

Long Qian looked at Lou Huan's expression and didn't seem to be very moved, so he said, "What, this song and dance doesn't agree with you?" ”

Lou Huan smiled: "The singing and dancing are good, and it is the first time I have seen such a novel dance, but I like to listen to the pipa tune the most, I don't know if there is one?" ”

"This!" Long Qian was about to summon the musician into the hall, and Lan Ying on the side knelt on the side and said: "Back to the emperor, the slave knows a little about pipa minor tunes, and I am willing to give it a try!" ”

"Will you?" Long Qian was surprised when he heard this: "Why don't I know? ”

Although Lou Huan is a coarse person, he can see that Long Qian is not ordinary for this woman, so he naturally takes a few more glances at this Lan Ying: "Since this is the case, then Gu will be blessed!" ”

Lou Huan said so, Long Qian ordered someone to bring a pipa, and said with a smile: "If it is not in line with the will of King Loulan, then I will punish you!" ”

Lan Ying bowed her head to receive the order, held the pipa in her hand, lowered her head and sang slowly, as if telling a story: "Last night, the spring breeze arrived in Yuguan, and last year's Yanhua was disabled; The young woman doesn't know how to return, so she should go up to Wangfu Mountain; The grass outside the Luhu Lake is early fat, and the goose milk is flat and does not fly; The township has recently been interrupted, and it is still wearing cold clothes, and the frost flies in August and the willows are half yellow, and the roots of the Peng Root blow off the wild goose Nanxiang; The wind blows the snow through the knife light, and the Great Wall Cave is even colder! ”

This soft voice has a sonorous and powerful tone, coupled with the noisy mistakes, the dense piano sound accompanies it as if the scene is reproduced, for a while Lou Huan seems to be immersive, and sees the poems in Lan Ying's mouth, after playing the song, he can't help but applaud, and he can't help but pay special attention to this Jiangnan woman in his heart.

At this time, all the people of the Divine Witch Country, which was in the southeast of the Dragon Kingdom, were leaning down to pray, and the long streets were filled with crowded crowds until they lined up under the altar.

The high priest Wu Ye knelt under the altar, holding an index finger-sized amount of sandalwood in his hand.

And on the altar, Feng Lingyu, dressed in white, was lying on it, covered with fragrant leaves and all kinds of strange grasses, and next to her stood a rickety one-eyed old man, holding a bowl of water in one hand, and sprinkling wormwood in the water on Feng Lingyu's body in the other.

At this time, Feng Lingyu's body was covered with various charms with cinnabar, and the old man was the seventh master of the Divine Witch Country, who was the one with the highest power in addition to the Holy Lord of the Divine Witch, and was also a symbol of divine power.

As he practiced, he chanted words in his mouth, and walked around Feng Lingyu from time to time, as if he was performing a soul conjuring technique.

After about three or four hours, his bowl of water had been completely dissipated, and then he took out the bowl he had prepared in advance and said to the people below, "The resurrection of the Holy Lord depends on us!" The soul is back! The soul is back! ”

With that, he stretched out his slender nails and scratched his arm, and the dark purple blood dripped inside, and then passed to the high priest Wu Ye, and he did the same, dripping his own blood into it, so that the bowl was passed back until the blood of all the people on the street fell into the bowl, and then carefully passed back.

Wu Qiye actually grabbed a worm Gu from his throat and put it in the bowl, and suddenly, the blood mixed in the bowl was quickly sucked into the worm Gu's stomach.

"Is it a ruthless Gu?" Wu Ye looked at the sword scar on the Holy Lord's chest and cut a blood mark, and the worm Gu directly screeched into Feng Lingyu's body along the blood mark.

This practice lasted for a day and a night, with blazing torches erected around the altar, and all the people danced around the altar, implying that the Holy Lord would live a long life and return to his soul as soon as possible!