July 14, the sky is fine.

It is a warm sky with white dew, plain clouds flowing in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are splendid for thousands of miles.

The sun is hanging high, scorching thousands of pines and cypresses.

The heat is steaming, and the burning world is intense.

Inside the Institution City,

The flags are fluttering, and the soldiers are ringing,

The neat ranks of Mohist disciples sang ancient songs,

The vicissitudes of life and heroism are full of hundreds of years of bloody hardship.

The unique black feather weave dances in the wind, covering the sky above the Organ Castle, and the air is filled with indescribable solemnity.

Bai Zhi stood on a high place, looking around, his eyes flowing, and the disciples of the Mo family gathered from all directions reflected in his eyes.

These people are young and old, male and female, tall and short, fat and thin.

Some of them are familiar to Bai Zhi, and they all have a relationship in the city.

But more of them were some disciples of the Mo family who he had never seen before, and some of these people were hidden in the depths of the Organ City, silently guarding the operation of this Pure Land outside the world.

Some of them traveled to the Seven Kingdoms, punished adultery and eliminated evil, and did the career of heroic husbands.

But now, with the same goal in mind, they have gathered in the Institution City.

- The Great Sacrifice of Ming Ghosts.

As the most important festival of the Mo family, the Ming Ghost Festival is widely spread and has a good reputation among the Seven Kingdoms.

It's just that with the three points of the Mo Gate, Chu Mo retreated into the city, and this grand event became a one-man show of the Mo family, and outsiders were no longer invited to watch the ceremony.

Only the descendants of the Mo family are qualified to participate in this grand event.

Bai Zhi looked at the pressure of nearly a thousand heads under the stage, and couldn't help but look at his eyes and be dumbfounded in his heart-

The Mo family has been around for hundreds of years, and it is really extraordinary.

Although after a hundred years of war in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the scale of the Mo family has shrunk again and again, and the number of disciples is not as good as before.

But the more than 1,000 disciples gathered in this city alone made Bai Zhi's eyes shine brightly.

These men are all strong in body, and resolute in countenance,

There is a solid energy on his body, and he obviously has a good internal strength.

Looking at his palms again, it is clear that they are all thick bones and strong muscles, as if they have good swordsmanship and mechanical skills.

"can not only fight, but also have technology, such a group of elite divisions, no wonder they can attract Yan Dan's coveting."

Bai Zhi sighed and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he shook his head, sneered, and flew under the tree.

Since the end is the same, then each has its own means.

The sun is right, and the bells and drums are heard.

Accompanied by the dense drumbeat and the ancient melodious sound of the turtle horn, the six-fingered black man of the Mo family appeared on the stage with the class master, Mrs. Xu and other leaders.

Bai Zhi bowed respectfully to the side of the six-fingered black man, and then slowly disappeared into the crowd and came to Yan Dan's side.

The two glanced at each other, each revealing a smirk of "tenderness and sweetness".

He immediately lowered his head and quickly followed the giant and walked towards the altar.

Yan Dan lowered his head and looked sideways, and said quietly: "The sacrifice prepared by Brother Ah Zhi is magnificent and magnificent, and his bearing is like that, which makes him admire his brother. ”

Bai Zhi lowered his head and looked at the ground, his warm starry eyes were bottomless, and his slender figure became more and more refined in the crowd.

He shook his head and pushed back: "Brother Dan is serious, these are all the merits of Master Ban, and he is just a lowly virtue in the next place, and he doesn't dare to take credit." ”

Yan Dan raised his eyebrows slightly, swept over the majestic Mo family disciples in the audience, and irrepressible joy and excitement surged in his heart.

It was as if he had given an order, and the scene of the Mo family's disciples kneeling and surrendering was already in front of him.

He grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers, calmed down his excited emotions, and said steadily: "Brother Ah Zhi, why should you be humble, your ability to be a brother is still in your eyes." ”

Bai Zhi didn't say more, and Yan Dan's subtle emotional changes all came into his eyes, causing him to laugh.

Today's Prince Yan is not the old fox of the future,

The acting skills are not perfect enough,

He couldn't even suppress his excitement in the crowd, which made Bai Zhi quite emotional.

"Knock",

A melodious and crisp loud bang rang out, echoing over the city.

"Knock knock",

"Knock knock" ......

When the two were in different moods, the tall body of the six-fingered black man steadily climbed the high platform, he climbed the height, and hit the building as a song, officially opening the prelude to the Ming Ghost Festival.

Behind the six-fingered black man, eighteen carefully selected disciples of the Mo family held short hammers, stood on both sides, and rang the chimes with the beat of the drum.

Prioritizing, high-pitched and gloomy, the bells are at first pleasant and cheerful, and then turn low and dull.

When the drum was beating, the burly and sturdy Mrs. Xu stepped forward, and he shouted loudly and tore off half of his clothes.

Immediately, the old and heroic voice sang the oldest and deepest ballad of the Mo family.

"The lamb is like a wet, straight and waiting.

The son of his own sacrificed his life.

Lamb fur leopard ornament, Kong Wu powerful.

The son of him, the head of the state.

Lamb Qiu Yanxi, three English Yanxi.

The son of Piqi, the son of the state. ”

One voice, one hundred sounds!

More than 1,000 disciples opened their voices in unison, and their loud and magnificent voices gathered in one place, and the high-pitched sound rushed straight into the sea of clouds, pushing away the thousands of clouds.

This blood-boiling scene makes Bai Zhi in the crowd seem to be awakened to the hot blood in his body.

Encountering a different world and being a killer, he has always been cautious and does not dare to reveal his emotions in the slightest.

Because too many emotions are too many weaknesses!

Then in this crowd, in this ancient ballad sung by thousands of people, Bai Zhi had a feeling of blood gushing for a long time.

After a song, the field is resting.

Bai Zhi looked around, but saw Nian Duan leading Duanmu Rong to the side not far away.

Nian Duan's posture is plump, cold and dazzling; Duanmu Rong is slender and graceful, beautiful and beautiful.

The two of them stand together, beautiful as a lotus.

Seeing Bai Zhi's gaze coming and going, the sharp-eyed Duanmu Rong was the first to find out.

When the two looked at each other, her eyes shrunk and she looked back again.

As soon as the mountain was goodbye that day, she had always had a good impression of Bai Zhi, but the sensitivity in her bones still made her a little afraid.

Bai Zhi didn't say much, he chuckled and raised his eyes, looking at Nian Duan, who was a head taller than Duanmu Rong.

But seeing a blush on the beauty's snow-white jade face, he glanced at him fiercely, and then turned his head again, as if he didn't want to have more contact with Bai Zhi.

"Heh",

The corners of Bai Zhi's mouth hooked a touch of curvature, and then slowly leaned towards the end of the thought.

This sullen woman didn't dare to see herself, and he didn't let her get her wish.

Seeing Bai Zhi coming, Nian Duan instantly panicked.

Her delicate body trembled, took a half step back, and pulled Duanmu Rong on the side.

Duanmu Rong looked up in confusion, but saw that Nian Duan's eyebrows and eyes were cramped, and her face was still with a hint of rouge, and she was puzzled for a while: "Master? ”

Glancing sideways at Duanmu Rong, Nian Duan's unconscious jade hand was held in front of her chest, she exhaled slightly, and said softly: "It's okay." ”

She was secretly annoyed with Bai Zhi in her heart: "What is this shameful bastard doing in public?" ”

recalled that day when she was pressed by Bai Zhi in the corner of the wall and kissed the dragonfly with water, Nianduan's earlobes were still unstoppably numb and hot.

Between her hesitation and panic, Bai Zhi had quietly come to the two of them.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and his white clothes lifted the hem of his clothes, as if he had descended into the world.

The young man had starry eyes, and his face was as white as jade with a warm smile: "Nian Duan Fairy, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”