In the center of the sacrificial venue was a wooden platform, on which stood all the respected old people in the vicinity, and Yang Shen was among them, but he seemed to be the youngest.

At this time, one of the old men with white hair walked out, stood in front of the table at the front of the high platform, and opened a yellow scroll facing the Lanjiang River.

The voices that were still a little noisy immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the high platform with solemn faces.

"The river god is above, and the rest of the land of Anping Countryside, the water of the Linlan River, the people are sent, and the people are hoped, and this sacrifice is presented. Chaos is beginning to open, and there is heaven and earth. The heavens pass through the sun and the moon, and the earth travels through the rivers and rivers. Irrigating the middle soil and giving birth to Yanhuang ......"

The old man's desolate and high-pitched voice sounded on the banks of the Lanjiang River.

Shen Lang stood below, and suddenly an inexplicable feeling rose, as if there was an invisible force rippling between heaven and earth.

Hey?

Shen Lang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he felt that a lot of the power between heaven and earth actually flowed into the misty place of his eyebrows, and then it was absorbed by the dead tree, turning into a dark yellow fruit and hanging on the branch.

What is it?

The feeling that this fruit gave him was very different from the fruit produced by the monster, the fruit produced by the monster's power gave him a cold feeling, but this dark yellow fruit gave him a sense of grandeur and piety.

He even vaguely saw in the fruit an illusory picture of hundreds of people kneeling down and praying to the river god.

This is......

The power of faith?

Or incense?

Shen Lang knew that there were eight avenues leading to heaven in this world, but he didn't know much about it in the memory of the original owner of the body, and even the closest Confucianism and Taoism were only known after he asked Lin Dong for advice.

Therefore, his understanding of the so-called "Eight Great Roads to Heaven" was only known, and he even instinctively thought that these were the cultivation methods of the human race.

It wasn't until now, when a river god sacrifice appeared, and countless incense was filled, that he suddenly realized that there was really such a thing as a "god" in this world?

“…… Blessed by the river gods, carefree. Worship in front of the honor, and the mind is panicked. Worship in front of the honor, sincerity first. ”

After reading a memorial text, the old man closed the scroll and respectfully placed his hands on the table in front of him.

"River God Festival, up!"

As the old man shouted, the farmers in the audience immediately carried the three animal sacrifices to the high platform.

Yang Youqing and the others also said hello to Shen Lang and went to their Zhuangzi. The Yang family is a large landlord in the vicinity, and Yang Shen even has the identity of the clan elder, so naturally there are sacrificial arrangements. All kinds of sacrifices were carried up by the family members in the village, and Yang Shen took the three children and the juniors of each relative's family to burn incense and pray in front of the table on the high platform.

After the worship of the nearby large family, it is the local scribe who takes the stage and recites the poems he has made.

Shen Lang had no intention of going on stage, so he stood on the side and looked at the high platform with interest.

At the time of the river god festival, really talented scholars generally choose to go to the county seat. There is no other reason, isn't it just for a literary name, in this kind of township, it can't be compared to the county seat. At least you can show up in the county order and the dean, although it is difficult to make a county work, but as long as the poems are passable, they can always leave a little impression on a few people.

This impression may be forgotten in a few days, but it is these days that matter.

Because five days later, it was Tong Sheng's test, and the people in charge of marking the papers were the county magistrates, the deans of the books and so on.

Therefore, those who generally choose to stay in the countryside and cross the river god sacrifice are either Xiucai who has already passed the Tongsheng test, or they are not strong enough and are embarrassed to go to the county seat to read, and there is a huge gap between the two sides.

It's not much on weekdays, but now it's very interesting to compete on the same stage.

Shen Lang watched happily below, he just went up on the stage to make a good poem, and then went up to this obvious lack of confidence, when he came on stage, his steps were vain and his face was pale, and he stammered when he recited the poems, and finally was applauded by a group of readers in the audience, and got off the high stage with shame and indignation.

"Why don't you go up and try it?" Shen Lang was still watching with interest, and a cold voice suddenly sounded beside him.

He turned his head to look, and saw that at some point, a woman in a long dark dress was already standing beside him.

The woman is stunningly beautiful, standing in the middle of a group of farmers, she really feels like a fairy descending to earth.

"Are you ......," Shen Lang asked hesitantly.

The stunning woman didn't answer, her eyes still fell on the high platform, and she said slowly: "The little lotus has just shown its sharp corners, and there are dragonflies standing on its head." Since Childe has this talent, why don't you go on stage to make a song? Although the river god festival is held every year, after all, the county test is imminent, and it is always a good thing if there is a literary name. ”

Shen Lang's poem has been very famous in the county recently, he lives in Xiaolou, and he heard Lu Liuxing say it several times in a hurry. Now that this woman knows, it's not so unusual.

He smiled and said, "If I want this name, I will go directly to the county seat, so why stay here?" Besides, the children's examination is not only a test of poetry, but a relatively large proportion of the scores of the saints. Just one poem wants to make a group of examiners look at it differently, which is too underestimating the children's test. ”

The stunning woman turned her head to look at him intently, and was silent for a moment before she said: "The Lanjiang River runs through Anping County, and the wind and rain have been smooth in the past hundred years, and the nearby farmers have benefited a lot. This Lanjiang River God doesn't say how much merit he has, but at least it also benefits the people, so what if Gongzi Bento gives her a poem? ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Whether I give a poem to the river god or not, that's my business, what do you mean by that?

Moral kidnapping?

Shen Lang smiled when he thought of this, looked at the woman quite playfully, and said: "What the girl said is very true, and it is not impossible for me to write poems, but what can the girl give to the river god Niangniang?" After all, you came to the Lanjiang River today to participate in the river god festival, and you have always been a nearby resident, and you want to benefit far more than me. I give poems, what do girls give? ”

The stunning woman frowned slightly, and said, "What does the son want?" ”

Shen Lang smiled: "I invited with poetry, and the girl responded with dance, how about it?" ”

There are performances arranged for the River God Festival, but this side is a little different from the world of Shen Lang's previous life, there is no dragon boat rowing here, but there will be dance performances.

Usually the women of the opera troupe play the role of the river god, and then dance on the river, which means that the river god has received the sacrifice and prayed, and is willing to bless the people on the riverside.

This performance has some self-deception meaning, but it is also a simple and beautiful vision of ordinary people.

It's just that, no matter what the performance is, these are all arranged in advance, and it is impossible for a strange woman to take a boat to jump on the river by herself.

In case the jump is not good and annoys the river god Niangniang, then who can be responsible?

In previous years, the river god festival was not allowed to approach the festival venue, let alone a flower boat, even if it was a boat from a nearby fisherman.

Shen Lang made this request, which was already clearly meant to refuse, it was impossible for this woman to agree, and she couldn't do it if she agreed.

Just when Shen Lang was already preparing how to reply to this woman, the woman nodded lightly.

"Yes."

Can?

Shen Lang glanced at the woman angrily, aren't you clearly deceiving people?

Suddenly, he was slightly startled, his eyes slid down from the stunning woman's face, and he noticed the dress on her body.

This is a luxurious long dress in ink.

Could it be ......

"Are you a dancer invited by Yangjia Village?" Shen Lang's eyes widened.

Seeing Shen Lang's surprised appearance, the corners of the stunning woman's mouth curled slightly, and she couldn't help but show a light smile on her cold face.

Her beautiful eyes slanted horizontally and glanced at Shen Lang.

"Childe is going to cheat?"

Shen Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The girl is so calculating." ”

"But you're going to cheat?"

"I ......"

"But it's going to be a fool!"

Shen Lang glared at her angrily: "Don't cheat, don't cheat!" It's just a poem, and if there's anything to worry about, just write it. But girl, if you don't dance well, I'm not going to follow it! ”

The stunning woman curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a look of disdain, as if she was snorting silently.

"Then I'll go to the river first and wait for Shen Gongzi's poems."

The stunning woman turned around and walked out of the crowd, leaving Shen Lang alone in place, rubbing her nose and smiling bitterly.

What does this woman in the ink skirt mean?

Is it to help the river god Niangniang ask for a poem?

On the high platform, there were fewer and fewer scribes going up, and seeing that the old man in the crowd was about to walk out of the crowd, Shen Lang hurriedly walked up two steps.

The old man was also stunned, and there were still people?

Seeing that Shen Lang was young, he didn't look impatient, but nodded towards Shen Lang with a smile. Shen Lang hurriedly stood up and clasped his fists and saluted, then walked to the table, straightened his clothes, and lifted the brush on the side.

At the same time, a colorful painting boat went up the current and appeared in Shen Lang's field of vision.

As the painting boat sailed in, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo sounded.

Shen Lang was slightly stunned, isn't this the painting boat outside his small building these days?

Listening to that Hanyu, this seems to be her master's boat.

Could it be that the woman in the ink skirt is the lord of the jade?

Shen Lang was a little surprised, but he also understood why the woman in the ink skirt suddenly appeared beside him, and urged him to go on stage to write poems.

Woman, I really can't be offended, I obviously said that I don't blame myself for inviting and not going, but I didn't expect to come to trouble now.

The boat drove to a stop in the middle of the high platform, and saw a woman in an ink skirt walking barefoot to the bow of the boat.

This is exactly the woman who bet with Shen Lang just now.

She was holding a barrier fan, with a cold expression and a noble temperament. The heavy barrier fan swirled gently in her hand, as if playing with a goose feather.

Then I saw her go to the side of the boat and lift her feet gently...... One step on the surface of the river.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Shen Lang's eyes were also slightly condensed.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the woman danced.

There is solemnity between the movement and the stillness, and the partial life is with a kind of extreme beauty and grace!

Shen Lang didn't know how many dances he had seen in his previous life, but he had never seen such a direct heart, and that kind of shock made his scalp tingle.

It was as if I had seen the river god walking on the river.

He took a deep breath, picked up the pen and concentrated slightly, and put the pen on the paper.

"Soaring, graceful like a dragon......"

Suddenly, there was a huge earthquake in the heavens and the earth!