When the morning star was lit up, Gurke led Bao Meng, Tang Xiaohao, and Antai on foot to the tomb of Sarena.

Ji Chengying, Su Mu, Chirda, Muzir, and Borku could only watch from afar, because they were not from the Harcha family.

Strictly speaking, it can only be the Harcha family who participates in the ancestor worship ceremony, and later it was expanded to the patriarch of the Six Ministries Assembly.

Tang Xiaohao knew at this time that Antai's identity as a female marshal was very special.

Strictly speaking, the Johora people do not have surnames, and they are all prefixed with their own tribal names, which are called surnames.

The female king of the unified Rouyuan, Sarena, was originally a member of the Harcha tribe, so her full name was Harcha. Sarena, and her husband is from the bone tree, so the full name is bone tree. Sugol.

There is another thing that makes Johara different from the others, and that is the child's surname.

The girl follows the mother, and the boy follows the father, but in any case, even if the king is a man, he must marry a woman from the Harcha tribe.

Gurke and Bao Meng's father, Tohetai, was from the Quran tribe, and the two wives he married were from the Harcha tribe, so the surnames of Gurke and Bao Meng were actually different.

Because of this, it was changed many years ago that only people from the Harcha Department could participate in ancestor worship. In other words, it is in this way that the tribes of the originally scattered Rouyuan are connected by blood.

Originally, Tang Xiaohao couldn't participate, although he was Baomeng's husband, but he was not from Rouyuan, but it happened that before worshipping his ancestors, he passed Lianboda.

Although no clan king personally dictated his title of Boda, this is because of the special situation, since it is Boda, it is equivalent to admitting that he is a hero of Rouyuan, and the king's brave man is also regarded as a Rouyuan person, so naturally he can and must participate.

Ji Chengying, Su Mu, Chierda, Muqier, and Borku watched from afar, no one had any words, and they couldn't say anything, because the ancestor worship ceremony was very sacred, and on this occasion, even if Ji Chengying had questions, he couldn't raise them, he could only wait.

And, as a matter of respect, you can't ride on a horse, you can only stand there and wait.

As for how long the ritual will take place, it depends on the time of receiving the blessings of the ancestral deities.

This matter is also a question in Tang Xiaohao's heart, he keeps thinking back to Dauria's words last night, and he doesn't understand why receiving blessings is heavy? Why should you be forced to face the darkness within yourself?

However, he could not ask, for he had been told not to speak when he approached the tomb, and that everything that followed would be subject to the orders of the priesthood.

Before and after arriving at the tomb, Gurke, Bao Meng, and Tang Xiaohao stood in a row, and An Tai stood behind the three of them, and then knelt down and bowed together under the guidance of the priest.

At the same time, from the side of the hill came an old man with various white patterns painted on his face, holding a golden drum in his hand and beating it gently.

Every time the golden drum was beaten, the golden bells in the hands of the surrounding priests also shook once.

The sound of the golden drums and bells is completely different from yesterday, much slower.

Tang Xiaohao clearly felt that the sounds made by yesterday's golden drums and golden bells were heard by his ears, while today these sounds seemed to come from his own head.

Outside-in and inside-out are completely different.

What the hell is going on? It's really amazing.

Tang Xiaohao guessed that the old man holding the golden drum was probably the current high priest.

However, Tang Xiaohao didn't see Daouri, and he didn't know where the former high priest was?

As the high priest raised the golden drum, the golden bells in the hands of the other priests stopped, but those voices did not stop immediately, but gradually weakened in Tang Xiaohao's mind, and the aftermath was not finished, which made people feel refreshed.

Then, the high priest turned towards the Great Tomb, slowly looked up at the sky, and began to chant—

"The buckskin cloak is draped over the shoulders, and the wind and rain are tired and tired,

Offer your livestock to pray for the prosperity and well-being of the grasslands."

When the song was finished, the surrounding priests brought up the slaughtered sheep and cattle and placed them before the high priest.

The high priest is in his hands

After the golden drum walked around the cattle and sheep, it returned to its original place, and then took out a handful of petals from his waist and threw them into the air.

After the petals were scattered in the air, they magically stayed for a moment before falling.

Tang Xiaohao thought he was dazzled, and opened his eyes vigorously.

After those petals fell, they were scattered by the wind around, and the moment they were blown away, the number of petals actually increased.

Tang Xiaohao looked at the petals that suddenly appeared out of thin air on the ground, and was stunned again, and subconsciously looked at Gurke and Baomeng next to him, and found that the eyes of both of them had become blurred.

Tang Xiaohao wanted to turn around and see if Antai was like this, but he felt that the ceremony was too sacred, and his actions were too disrespectful, so he had to endure it.

However, all this is too amazing, is it an illusion?

Could it be that the High Priest used illusions on them in the first place?

Isn't illusion only available to the undead?

Or is it an anomaly? Yes, there must be spells similar to illusions in the Illusion Arts.

At this time, the high priest began to chant again: "The grassland is dawning and the sun is shining in the sky, and the shamans are beating drums and singing."

When the high priest had finished singing these words, all the priests of the priesthood then sang in unison—

"The iron stirrups of sorghum hang in the sky, and they are not visible to the Sumire.

The wine and meat are pouring and quiet, and the zither and punken are bleak and frosty.

In the dark, how can it be touched, and the Nine Heavens God summons the speed.

Long's water and grass are fattening the horses, and the earth city is shining brightly.

Later generations listened to the language of God, and there was no entry and exit of Ling Kunlun.

Nuwa mends the heavens and casts the northern realm, and the ancestral gods descend to the soft plains."

I don't know why, Tang Xiaohao also felt a little groggy after hearing the ballad sung in unison, but this kind of drowsiness and sleepiness are completely different things.

Tang Xiaohao's consciousness was clear, but he felt that his body was no longer his own, and his head unconsciously raised to look at the peak, that is, the tomb of Sarena.

Suddenly, he felt that he was being pushed by a force towards the tomb, and the tomb, which was still a few feet away, was in front of him in an instant, and it was getting bigger and bigger, no, he felt that he was getting smaller, from the size of a normal person to the size of an ant.

Then, all Tang Xiaohao could see in front of him was the big tomb, as if there was only this big tomb left in the whole world.

Suddenly, there was a noisy voice in my ears, and it was a lot of people talking, and the accent was not from Rouyuan, but from Huayuan.

Tang Xiaohao came back to his senses suddenly, but found himself standing on the streets of Shendu City, standing in the midst of the endless flow of people.

Hawkers were shouting, others were arguing on the side of the road, children were running past with rattles, and wild cats were stretching their waists on the eaves in the distance.

What's going on? Tang Xiaohao looked around, how could he return to Shendu City in an instant?

No, it's a fantasy, it's 100% an illusion!

However, Tang Xiaohao couldn't move forward or retreat, as if he was frozen.

Just as he was struggling to take a step, everything around him stopped and fell silent.

The people who were walking stopped, the jumping children stopped in mid-air, the hawkers who shouted so hard held their hands high, and even the dragonflies that had just flown in front of his eyes stopped.

What's going on? Tang Xiaohao felt that his whole body became cold, and then he heard gossip voices around him.

"This kind of gentleman should be killed by thunder."

"Plague the girl all day long, and do no good deeds."

"You can tell by the way he looks that it's not a good thing."

"It's not a shame to eat soft rice."

"This kid is also fateful, born in a rich family, or he would have been beaten to death."

These words made Tang Xiaohao more and more angry the more he listened, he wanted to defend something, but he couldn't speak, so he could only stand there and listen.

Just when he was helpless, a pair of invisible hands grabbed his shoulders and dragged him back.

After coming back to his senses, he was back in the school, and he was facing it

Standing in front of him were the teacher and the children in his classmates.

Those people all looked at Tang Xiaohao with cold eyes, and then raised their hands to point at Tang Xiaohao, although their mouths were closed one by one, they couldn't make a sound.

Even so, Tang Xiaohao still knew that these people were accusing him.

What am I doing wrong? Why are you doing this to me? You can't do it, I did, am I wrong? Do I have to be above you for you to be satisfied?

At this time, Tang Xiaohao had completely forgotten that he was in Rouyuan, so he knelt in front of the tomb, but really thought that he was back when he was a child.

Then another force dragged him back, this time back to that snowy night.

It's just that this time he was a bystander, and he stood in his stepmother's room Nam Rong Wenjun, looking at Nan Rong Wenjun who was asleep on the bed and had calmly accepted death.

And by the fire on the side of the bed, lies the eight-year-old self.

Eight-year-old Tang Xiaohao was soaked, his face was pale, his lips were cold and blue, and he was holding a green grass in his hand that could cure Nanrong Wenjun's illness.

At this time, Nan Rong Wenjun woke up and was stunned after discovering Tang Xiaohao, she originally wanted to be angry, but after discovering the green grass in Tang Xiaohao's hand, the whole person froze in place.

While Nan Rong Wenjun shouted to his subordinates, he hugged Tang Xiaohao tightly, and tears rained down.

"Xiaohao, wake up, don't fall asleep, wake up," Nan Rong Wenjun was already crying hoarsely, "Look at my mother, my mother is here, my mother is fine, you wake up quickly."

Tang Xiaohao looked at Nan Rong Wenjun, who was hugging his eight-year-old stepmother tightly, he didn't know that this was the case at the time, in his memory, after Nan Rong Wenjun recovered his body, he still hated himself to the core.

But he didn't care, he didn't do it to make Nan Rong Wenjun change his attitude towards him, he just felt that as a son, even if he wasn't his own son, he should do that.

After the group of subordinates arrived, they hurriedly began to treat Tang Xiaohao.

That night, until Tang Xiaohao improved slightly, Nan Rong Wenjun held him in his arms, even despite his own health.

After dawn, Tang Chen personally carried Tang Xiaohao back to his room, and after pondering for a long time, Nan Rong Wenjun called those subordinates again, asking them to forget what they saw last night holding Tang Xiaohao and crying, otherwise, they would have to die.

At this moment, Tang Xiaohao suddenly understood what was going on, and he subconsciously touched the sun and moon jade buckle on his waist, which was a gift given to him by his stepmother Nanrong Wenjun before he got married.