Skylark Pass is not big, and most of the place is occupied by the Seven Killing Legions, after all, this is a military fortress.

Wang Xiaoer took Chen Gou to turn left and right in Guanzhong, and soon came to the sacrificial post station in Yunque Pass.

This is a courtyard within a radius of five miles, its gate, is a three-story attic, above the attic, hanging a pair of plaques, on the book "Skylark Station" three gilded characters, looking at this familiar handwriting, Chen Gou heart, there is a trace of throbbing.

I still remember the red-robed sacrifice back then, the sword was not old, and he personally held a pen to nominate this post station and send sacrificial blessings.

Such a sacrificial post station, in the country of Shaoguang, is the only one, and there is no other example. It can be said that here, when the red robe was present, it was the most important place in the hearts of the sacrificial personnel in addition to the sacrificial palace.

Chen Gou still remembers that the first person in charge here was a sixty-year-old yellow-robed priest named Zhang Chunxiang, a learned old man.

It's been five years, and I don't know if this old man is alive, or if he has already been promoted to a red-robed sacrifice.

Chen Gou knew that this chief had a good relationship with the red-robed priest, that is, his master, so Chen Gou had some expectations in his heart.

"Lord Feng, the small one can only send you here, inside, the small one can't get in, you can only go in by yourself, and the small one has to go back to his life!" Wang Xiaoer bowed deeply to Chen Gou, then turned around, trotted all the way, and ran towards the city gate.

The "creak" heavy door was opened from the inside, Chen Gou turned his head to look, and saw a kind old man in a yellow robe walking out of the door, his right cuff was embroidered with two gold stars, and on his chest, a lightning symbol, shocking.

"Meet the Yellow Robe Sacrifice!" Chen Gou bent down and saluted the old man.

"Hehe, little guy, no need to be polite, coming here is equivalent to returning home, you're welcome, hurry, come in with me!" The old man saw this young man who exuded youthful vitality, as if recalling the past when he was young.

Chen Gou silently followed behind the old man and walked into the sacrificial station, and the door of the sacrificial station was heavily closed.

What appeared in front of Chen Gou's eyes was a large hall, above the hall, there was a sacrificial picture scroll, and four white-robed documents and two green-robed sacrificial priests were sitting on the ground at the moment, reciting the "Sacrificial Ceremony".

The old man in the yellow robe took Chen Gou to a few people, and quietly waited for the few people to finish their recitation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Feng Qingyang from the Sacrificial Palace, a gifted and intelligent clerk who is very valued by the red-robed great sacrificial instrument, you can communicate with him. The old man's voice rang out after several people woke up.

"My name is Zhang Chunxiang, I am the main person here, when you passed the Skylark Pass just now, you verified the identity card, so I already know about your arrival, little guy is not strange!" the old man said kindly.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Chen Gou quickly bent down and replied.

"Xiaofeng, come on, come on, we haven't had a newcomer here for a long time! My name is Guo Jianxing, and like you, I am a clerk!" A white and chubby fat man got up with a smile, quickly moved to Chen Gou, and gave Chen Gou a big hug.

Chen Gou was helpless, and he had a strange feeling when he was hugged by this fat man, but he noticed that Guo Jianxing had no malice, so he could only let this guy hug him.

"Haha, good brother, this is Chen Hao's sacrifice," Guo Jianxing pulled Chen Gou to a thin green-robed sacrifice and said.

"I've seen my seniors!" Chen Gou saluted respectfully.

"Yes. Chen Hao replied lukewarmly, his cuffs were embroidered with a star, and his chest was embroidered with a closed door.

"This is He Xiangu sacrifice. Guo Jiankang was cheeky and came to a woman in her twenties in front of the green-robed sacrifice, her demeanor still existed, her face was like a peach blossom, her phoenix eyes pointed directly to the hearts of the people, her embroidered robe was also embroidered with a gold star, her chest, embroidered with a herb, Chen Gou glanced at it, and knew that this was a life-returning grass.

"I've seen my seniors!" Chen Gou still saluted.

"Well, the little guy is good, work hard to practice!" He Xiangu probably felt that Chen Gousheng was white and pure, so she said a little more to him.

But this made several other people open their mouths in shock. You must know that He Xiangu is like the immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust by mistake, and rarely communicates with other people, even if the yellow-robed priest Zhang Chunxiang takes her, there is no way.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Guo Jianxing coughed twice in embarrassment, and hurriedly pulled Chen Gou to introduce him to the other three white-robed documents, and soon, Chen Gou melted into this group that was strange but also warm.

"Maybe, I'll stay here a little longer. Chen Gou said in his heart.

"Xiaofeng, follow me!" Zhang Chunxiang shouted, taking the lead towards the second floor.

"Xiaofeng, after a while, I'll take you to visit our sacrificial station!" Guo Jianxing patted his chest and said.

"Okay!" Chen Gou quickly fled from this harmless big fat man.

When he came to the second floor, Chen Gou found that the second floor was smaller, but luxuriously decorated, and at this time, Zhang Chunxiang was sitting on a chair, gently sipping tea.

"Xiaofeng, sit casually!" Zhang Chunxiang said.

Chen Gou sat down slowly, looking at Zhang Chunxiang with his eyes.

"Good tea, this is still a fragrant fragrance given to me by the Red Robe Priest back then, but this is the last pot of tea!" Zhang Chunxiang said with a little meaning.

I saw that his right hand was raised slightly, and a lightning bolt flashed quickly, and the entire second floor was isolated by a layer of ripples.

At this time, Zhang Chunxiang put down the teacup, and his eyes shot a dazzling light, no longer like the kind old man just now.

"Gou'er, I knew that you would definitely come here, depending on your physical state, you should have already obtained the opportunity left to you by your master!" Zhang Chunxiang said.

"Uncle Shi, Gou'er has indeed obtained the opportunity of Lingxi Pond, so he dares to come here, besides, Gou'er has not thought of other safe places at present!" Chen Gou had tears in his eyes and quickly knelt down.

"Hey, get up!" Zhang Chunxiang quickly got up and helped Chen Gou up.

"Let you suffer, Gou'er, but this is the way you have to go, Uncle Shi can't help you, you can only rely on yourself to go on! Zhang Chunxiang sighed.

Sometimes, fate is like this, born like this, and it can't be changed.

"Uncle rest assured, Gou'er will definitely work hard to take on his own responsibilities, so that the light of crape myrtle will shine again through the ages!"

Now he has long been enlightened, and he clearly knows that when he was a child, the master told him the story of crape myrtle dusty and eternal calamity, and he is the one who should be robbed. Only one day, when he can go beyond the scope of the red-robed sacrifice, it will be possible to lift that veil and let the light of crape myrtle reappear in the world.