North Pavilion Mountain, southwest pass.

As the gateway of Changxi Province, Beiting Mountain is the only entry and exit point between Jiujiang Province and Xiangdong Province, and even when Chen Yuyan went to Xiangdong High-ranking Official Yufu, he also took this road.

The mountains in other places are steep and steep, and unless they can fly up out of thin air, there is no possibility of turning over them.

The breeze blows, and the setting sun fades, driven away by the gray-red twilight atmosphere.

A group of several people arrived at the southwest pass at the height of the sunset.

All of them were dressed in black robes and wore masks on their faces.

It was Chen Yuyan and others.

Relying on the ability to avoid the moon and the Taisu Yin Talisman to cover the heavens, Chen Yuyan left Heluo County with Jiang Wenyu and Li Wen without much effort.

Like Jiang Wenyu, Li Wen is also willing to join the Heavenly Demons and serve him as the master.

It's just because Chen Yuyan promised him that he could give him the power to take revenge.

If someone had told Li Wen in the past that as long as he served him as the master, he would have been able to give him strength, Li Wen would have scoffed.

He firmly believes that only the strength he has gained by himself is the most real.

But by this time he had no choice.

Cornered, all hopes.

"Dead, dead, all dead."

"Daddy, Auntie, Uncle Buhu, and Xiaozhou......"

This was the first sentence that Li Wen said after he was rescued by Chen Yuyan, his eyes were glazed, looking at Jiang Wenyu with an expressionless face.

Half an hour ago, he was still the young master of the Sifang Martial Arts Hall with infinite scenery; Half an hour later, he was a loner at the end of the world.

Li Wen had no choice.

What's more, the "Great Freedom Heaven" in front of him also signed a coupon contract with him for the [Law Sequence], and if he can't fulfill his promise, the spiritual imprint he set up is directly invalid.

"God Drink, what are you doing standing stupidly?"

Ku Han turned his head, looked at Li Wen, who was standing in place in a daze, and urged.

Li Wen was stunned for a long time before he realized that Ku Han was calling her.

Yes, he is now called "Divine Drink".

Li asked, already dead.

After coming back to his senses, Li Wen's expression under the mask became indifferent, and he followed the two people who walked in front and came to the city gate of the southwest pass.

Chen Yuyan's outfits were too conspicuous, and when they walked under the city gate, the people of the Huansha Sword Sect were already waiting for them.

Dozens of disciples stood on the city wall, led by a swordsman who looked like a scholar, frowning and looking at the three who were not good.

"Whoever is coming, quickly take off my mask and report my name, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to the Huansha Sword Sect."

The disciple of the Huansha Sword Sect said coldly.

In response to them, there was a strange magic sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Artistic conception: Heavenly Demon!

……

Walking up to the pass full of corpses, Bitter Han and Shen Drink both looked at the burly figure in front of them with complicated expressions.

It turns out that there are really people who can be strong enough to be invincible and even seem effortless.

And the bitter cold heart was even more shocked.

When Da Zi Zai Tian rescued her, he used a knife, and now he sees that Da Zi Zai Tian's attainments in spiritual tantra are also so high.

She couldn't help but be curious.

What kind of person is this?

However, they didn't know that Chen Yuyan, who was walking in the forefront, had a hideous face under the mask at this time, and they only felt that their head was faint and wanted to explode.

With his current strength, it is still too difficult to bewitch so many martial artists.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, and the bitter cold and the two couldn't see their embarrassed appearance.

Passing through the southwest pass of Beiting Mountain, Chen Yuyan turned around, looked at the two people in front of him and said, "When you get here, you are basically safe." ”

"Do you remember what Yu arranged for you, the bitter cold went to the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions, the Lechuan River under the Amitabha Peak, the missing half of the body of the former demon giant 'White Bone Buddha' Jiayuan Monk and the "White Bone Sutra of Bliss Sutra" are in the river, near the Achi River Basin."

"The god drank to the Monkey Cave in Southern Xinjiang, and seven hundred years ago, the wine-making technique and dozens of wine recipes of the strongest 'wine ape' Yuan Sanhan were engraved on the back of the Monkey King in the Monkey Cave."

Chen Yuyan turned around and walked away.

His voice came from a distance, "Give you half a year to obtain the inheritance, and after half a year, you will meet on the Jiangdong Zhuzi Peak." ”

"If you can't even get the inheritance, the Heavenly Demon Crowd doesn't need such waste!"

Behind Chen Yuyan, bitter cold and Shen Yin knelt down on one knee and said respectfully:

"Slave, send my master."

It wasn't until the figure of Da Zi Zitian disappeared that the two of them got up.

They looked at each other, said nothing, and left.

One to the north, one to the south.

As the sun waned, the smoke from Banyang was red at first, and gradually it was stopped at dusk, covering behind a layer of gray-purple scarf.

At last.

Everything dissolves in the mist of dusk.

Shen Drink looked up at the sky, and the fireworks of hatred in his heart burned and stirred.

"Wine Ape" Yuan Sanhan, the third on the weft list seven hundred years ago.

His winemaking skills and wine recipes are treasures that countless [Wine Sequence] warriors dream of.

Dad, Mom, and everyone.

Don't be in a hurry.

Soon, soon, Ah Wen will help you repay this blood feud!

……

Yuntao Province, Donghe Province, Qingke County.

The mountains are bleak and the night is hazy.

The thick smoke and fire enveloped the entire Qingke County, making it look beautiful.

The lights in the county town are bright, the city is orange-colored, and lanterns are hung on both sides of the street every other step, forming a ribbon of light, gathering like a dragon.

The streets of the city are criss-crossed, one by one, like a knot, and all the people who saw this scene from a high place were in a trance, as if they saw the ribbons dropped by the fairies in the sky.

This is the most famous and grand "Dragon Festival" in the Xiangjiang River Basin.

In Yuntao Province, the Dragon Festival is mostly held on the third day of March and the sixth day of June.

The dragon sacrifice is divided into a large sacrifice and a small sacrifice, the small sacrifice is to kill pigs and chickens, and the big sacrifice is to slaughter cattle, the sacrifice is presided over by the leader of the city who is highly respected and called "dragon head", the altar is set up by the river, and the big sacrifice is also carried out by the riverside.

Each family buys all the pigs, chickens, ducks and other sacrifices, and the men of the family go to sacrifice them, and the production stops for three days during the sacrifice.

And Qingke County presided over the Dragon Festival, which is naturally the Twelve Serial Docks.

Swallow Dock, to be exact.

As for the Nanming officials in Qingke County, they are only responsible for managing the people's livelihood, and they will never dare to criticize the twelve serial docks.

Even when there was a demand in the Twelve Docks, they still had to meet all the requirements of the former, which was the treatment that the top forces in the rivers and lakes should have.

The dark sky is full of lights that will not be extinguished.

The crowd was lively and jubilant.

Rubbing shoulders, crowds of people.

When a hundred steps away from the river, there are many fewer pedestrians, because further inside, only those who practice martial arts can enter.

There are 12 gang members with armor guarding the demarcation point, and the guards are not serious, as long as the visitors show their internal strength, they can go to the riverside and sit on the seats that have already been prepared.

And a hundred steps away from the riverside are temporarily set up a high platform, set up tables and chairs, as long as you spend a few silver taels, you can occupy the height, so that you can enjoy the excitement of the dragon festival.

When the night is thicker, when I look around, I can see that there are already crowds of people, people are crowded, and I can't see the edge, and even some people walk all the way out of the city, and their toes have not even touched the ground.

Tens of thousands of people in Qingke County almost all came to participate in this dragon festival today, and there were also tourists from the next city and county, which made the scene even more crowded.

If it weren't for the arrangement of the twelve chain docks, the outside of the city was divided into pieces of land, and it was also divided by iron chains and iron cables, and there were blazing pillars of fire every few steps to illuminate the scene.

Otherwise, the scene would have been chaotic a long time ago, and I don't know how many people would have been trampled to death.

Rumble –

Suddenly, the drums beat loudly.

It was deafening and resounding.

The auspicious time has arrived, and the dragon festival has begun.

On the riverside, a group of shirtless strong men moved, their movements in unison, and the drumsticks in their hands fell heavily.

The fisherwoman behind her shook the instrument in her hand, as if she was passing on an order, and it was also like making a gesture to worship the gods.

Boom –

Just as the crowd of people watching the ceremony was muffled, a sudden thunder exploded, splitting a white light between heaven and earth, completely suppressing all the voices in a radius of ten miles.

Immediately after, dozens or hundreds of streamers shot up into the sky.

The sound of explosions resounded in the sky.

A pair of eyes were raised on the ground, and there was a bright light in the eyes, as if the stars were lit up.

The opening of the Dragon Festival with fireworks.

The sound of continuous fluttering sounds, changing in an instant, gracefully unfolding a light yellow, silver and white washed green, light purple, blue and pink smiling faces, beautiful, huge fireworks blooming in the air, petals like rain, falling one after another.

A delicate flower blooms in the night sky, and the pupils of the crowd below reflect its beauty, like a woman who has fallen into the city and the country, and like a trace of ripples at the corners of her mouth, overflowing in circles.

Fireworks are fleeting, but ashes are eternal.

Five or six breaths passed, and the Xiangjiang River was crowded, but the sound stopped, and there was no more chatting and screaming, and everyone quietly looked up at the house-sized fireworks in the sky.

The shapes are different, and the color is overflowing.

Fireworks exploded in the night sky, blooming in the black sky.

I don't know how long it has been, the fireworks have ended, and the drums have started again.

Cattle and sheep were slaughtered.

The red blood of cattle and sheep was sprinkled into the surging river, and there were ripples.

"Where is the black dragon slayer?"

The deep male voice suddenly sounded, resounding through the world and clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Someone looked up and subconsciously looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that on the high platform with the most floors by the river, there was a tall and burly figure sitting in the first seat.

Behind him, a real scene emerged:

Huge white fireworks burned, and the sky was blue overhead.

The light that bloomed was so great that even the lights and candles of the whole city could not be compared.

Law Phase: Blue Flame Heaven!

This person is none other than the Lord of the Twelve Docks.

"White sun and blue sky" Song Jianghe!

With Song Jianghe's order, thousands of figures with weapons in their hands and fierce eyes walked out of the high platform, all of them looking at the river in front of them with blazing eyes.

"Black Dragon Slayer, here!"

Everyone who came out shouted in response.

There is a saying in the legend of the Dragon Festival that the white dragon is good and the black dragon is evil.

The white dragon and the black dragon are constantly fighting, and only the winner can sit in the position of the dragon king, calling for wind and rain.

The people by the river naturally hoped that the white dragon could sit in the position of the dragon king, so they regarded the Xiangjiang River in the dark night as a black dragon, confronted it, and weakened the former; Regard the Xiangjiang River during the day as a white dragon, and worship to enhance the latter.

Just spilling the blood of cattle and sheep, but not throwing away the bodies of cattle and sheep, is deliberately provoking the black dragon.

Then a warrior stepped forward and defeated him.

If you lose the other, the white dragon will naturally be able to sit in the position of the dragon king, and then the wind and rain will be smooth and the balance will be peaceful in the next year.

Kill the black dragon and sacrifice the white dragon.

Over the years, they have become accustomed to each other.

After the daytime ritual is completed, the people in the vicinity will take a cowhide boat to play, put on costumes, gather by the river, and throw offerings into the river.

But the most exciting, and the most attractive, has to be the feat of everyone slaying the black dragon at night.

With the body of a mortal, it is comparable to heaven and earth.

Looking at the gradually surging river, everyone on the riverside looked forward to it.

The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the river.

The river seized the lightning arrows and extinguished them in its own abyss, and the shadows of these lightning bolts were like fiery snakes, swimming in the dark river and disappearing in a flash.

In an instant, the wind howled and the rain poured down.

The waves cried out in the angry rainstorm and fought with the wind.

"Guys, how long do you think they'll last?"

On the high platform, Song Jianghe bare his chest, looking at the thousands of figures rushing into the Xiangjiang River below, raised his eyes and asked.

The so-called Dragon Festival may have been just a simple blessing for the coming year.

But for the current Twelve Docks, the Dragon Festival has become a means of suppressing the luck of the gang.

The Dragon Festival is a ritual.

Similar to this, there are the sword meeting of Shu Mountain, the contention of a hundred schools of thought in Zhuzifeng, and the annual winter solstice ceremony of the Southern Ming and Northern Wei dynasties.

Although there is such a thing as luck and ethereal, all the top forces invariably maintain a tacit understanding, and a ceremony is held every year to suppress luck.

Only a sect that has the means to suppress luck can be regarded as a top force in the rivers and lakes.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the strength is, it can only be the name of this first-class force.

"The old man thinks that this Dragon Festival, there should be someone who can survive until the ugly time."

Song Jianghe's body and right hand were two, and the brown-haired old man who was blind in his right eye raised his head and poured wine, put down the wine glass and smashed his mouth, and continued:

"That kid from the Xu family is good, this Dragon Festival should be his first place."

"There is also the daughter of the Murong family, although she eats a lot, her strength should not be underestimated."

Someone interjected.

"After this Dragon Festival, let's give Baishawu an extra wharf, the little girls of the Murong family are all poor and come to our Swallow Dock to eat and drink."

Song Jianghe glanced at the blood-colored figure of the sledgehammer dancing wildly in the river water, and couldn't laugh or cry, "If you let other sects know that such a talented and good seedling can't even eat enough in our Twelve Docks, it will be a shame." ”

"The dock master is right."

The Divine Consciousness Grandmasters below responded one after another.

"Old man Lu, that stinky boy of your family is practicing kung fu very well."

"Your Li family is not bad."

On the high platform, the Divine Consciousness Grandmasters of the Twelve Chains gathered together to observe the performance of their respective gangs in the river.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the river, attracting the attention of everyone on the riverside.

Knife intent: Once the spring is full of red face!

The yellowish blade of the knife cut through the water, as if it was about to cut the Xiangjiang River in two.

The long knife trembled, and the dragon groaned in the sky.

High-pitched voice, straight into the sky!

Sacrifice a friend's book, "Senior Sisters Are All Big Guys, It's Reasonable for Me to Be Rotten", "Gou in the Mysterious World Liver Experience", "Virginia Rise Record"

There are also some contents of the previous chapter that will be modified, destroying Buddhism is not directly destroying Buddha by force, but distorting the meaning of the scriptures and provoking infighting in Buddhism to destroy Buddhism.

Similar to Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, this is more in line with the nature of the characteristic "Heavenly Demon" and conspiracy sequence, but there is nothing empty these days, so I will intervene first and revise it after the year

(End of chapter)