Things seem to be getting easier.

As long as Qi Xiao is willing to speak, what is the difficulty of keeping a bamboo Biqiong?

The excitement in his heart only started for a moment, and he was snuffed out by Jiang Wang.

If things were really so easy, Jiang Wuwu wouldn't have leaked anything beforehand.

Just think about it, how could a real person like Qi Xiao, the general of Cassia Island, personally run to Tianyatai and challenge the rules of the sea festival for a disciple who was abolished and cultivated in Diaoyu Hailou?

Don't say that Jiang Wang doesn't have such a face. Even Jiang Wuwu is still far away.

Jiang Wuwu didn't mention this matter in advance, and the only explanation was that she wasn't sure if Qi Xiao could come.

There had been discussions before, she originally went to Cassia Island, but she wanted to operate it, so that the generals in the army who were close to her could represent Cassia Island to participate in this sea festival ceremony. So that he can speak for Zhu Biqiong at a critical time.

And Qi Xiao, the commander of the Xia Corpse Army, was not in their plan at all before.

Jiang Wuwu didn't see Jiang Wang in the crowd, and he couldn't contact him privately at this moment. But she sat upright on the main seat, sitting side by side with a real person, and her attitude was calm.

No matter how unexpected it is, things are going in a good direction after all.

Jiang Wang quickly made an inference in his heart-

For some reason, Qi Xiao decided to go to Tianyatai in person, and that reason may be the same as Yang Feng in Yanggu. Now probably only people of their level can know.

And Jiang Wuwu seized the opportunity and relied on his identity as the master of Huaying Palace to be able to walk with Qi Xiao. This is undoubtedly a successful leverage.

No matter what everyone on the end of the world is thinking.

On the main seat, Sogo Zhenren looked ahead, and his voice was flat, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Since the two generals Yang and Qi have arrived, and the bright moon is rising, then the sea festival ceremony has officially begun!"

A tall and thin old man walked up to the main seat and shouted, "Have fun!"

This person was none other than Hai Jingping, the Protector Elder whom Jiang Wang knew, one of the four elders in charge of the practice of this sea festival ceremony.

Knock knock, knock knock!

The heavy drums of war, with his voice aroused.

Then came the desolate sound of the trumpet, echoing in the night sky.

A rush followed and spread throughout the entire String Moon Island.

After nine horns in succession.

On the Tianya Stage, on the entire String Moon Island, countless people opened their lips and let out a song.

Thousands of subtle singing voices poured in from all directions, gathered together, and became grand, vast, and shocking.

The song sang—

"The sky is covered with clouds, and the vast is returning.

I would like to be the chief and fight the angry sea today.

What am I afraid of shattering my armor?

Where did I come from?

I have an iron backbone, dismantling the roots and beating the war drums.

I am full of blood, and it is really happy to splash the sky!

The mother lost my clothes, and the son lost my arms.

Where does the soul go?

The hymn, titled "The Return of the Soul", is a call for the return of the heroic spirit, but it is sung from the perspective of a warrior.

Warriors bravely fight the furious sea, and are not afraid of sacrifice. He wanted to dismantle the iron bones, spill his blood, and throw his whole life in the sea frontier.

But is he really not in love?

His mother, having lost her child, wanted to sew clothes for her child again, but she didn't know who to deliver.

His child, who has lost his father, wants his father's arms, but can never get it again.

But, yes.

But even so. There is no need to ask where my soul goes.

"I" died here, completely conscious, completely free, as noble and innocent as jade, and died in the sea frontier.

The pain of one person and one family is to avoid the sorrow of thousands of families.

Ordinary sea people, what they hear is the head of a family wrestling with the unpredictable sea and begging for a living. In this eulogy, the transcendent monks see generations of transcendent and strong people, fighting in the sea and dying in the sea territory.

Turn your back to the Terrans, face the sea.

No matter what kind of cultivation or what kind of identity you have, no matter what you are doing, no matter what your status. Jiang Wang saw that all the people around him were singing this eulogy in unison. Some looked excited, others burst into tears.

In the midst of the singing crowd, he couldn't help but be infected by a kind of power. He also opened his throat and followed the tune. He had never heard it before, and he had never sung it. But naturally, it merges into it.

There is a great power that exists in the heart of every human being. It is the recognition of the identity of the "human race", and a great expectation of the common destiny of the human race.

At the end of the song, I almost burst into tears.

For thousands of years, generation after generation of extraordinary monks have fought and killed in the sea and fought for the safety and survival of the human race.

Compared with this, those personal grievances, honors and disgraces, and those flies and dogs fighting for power and profit, how small they all seem!

There was silence on the Tianya Platform for a while, and it seemed that these extraordinary monks present were all temporarily moved by something.

And Hai Jingping, the elder of the Diaoyu Sea Tower, spoke again: "The sea festival ceremony, the grand event of the sea people!

He was talking about the tradition of the sea festival.

Ordinary sea people may not know it, but they only know that on the day of the sea festival, the sea is often calm. But the transcendent monks present knew a little bit about it to a greater or lesser extent.

Every year, the day of the sea festival is a day when the strong people of the human race work hard to clean up the sea frontier.

In order to welcome the return of the Heroic Spirit, on this day, in the Maze Realm, within forty-four miles of the Terran border, no Sea Clan is allowed to appear. No matter what kind of sea tribe it is, no matter how strong it is, as long as on this day, within forty-four miles of the border of the human race, it will be frantically slaughtered at any cost.

This rule is called "Jinghai Pingbo".

Of course, it is impossible for the Sea Clan to agree to any decision of the Terrans, but with the blood shed year after year, this "tradition" has also been recognized.

Although it has never been officially recognized, on the fourth day of the fourth month of April every year, the Sea Clan is unusually calm.

This day is also a mysterious world of continuous battles, a rare day of tranquility.

But all transcendent monks should know that the sea is not as calm as it should be.

Haekyung stood flat in front of the main seat, facing the guests.

He said loudly: "In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirit, we should first clear the old couch." ”

"The road back from the heroic soul across the sea should be sacrificed with the life of a traitor!"

Jiang Wang's heart jumped, knowing that the important moment had come, he could only wait with bated breath.

But listening to Hai Jingping continued: "In this sea sacrifice, there are forty-five people who have unforgiven sins, which can be a blood sacrifice!"

His gaze became fierce, scanning left and right, as if to warn those treacherous villains who were evil in their hearts, and said: "This peaceful and good day is won by countless martyrs who fought with blood. These people are ungrateful and unrespectful, and they are not worthy of the Son of Man!

He waved his hand: "Pass the sacrifice!"

Knock knock!

The drums of war are back.

In the middle of Tianyatai, a stone slab slowly slid open, revealing a square hole and a long stone staircase under the hole.

Da!

The sound of neat, step-by-step steps.

Tall armor soldiers in black armor, in groups of two and two, prisoners with shackles and locks, step by step, from the stone steps, to the end of the world.

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(Don't pretend to be forced, the eulogy of "The Return of the Soul" is not written casually, I have been thinking about it for a long time.) emmm......

In addition, I believe you have also discovered that Ben spent a lot of money to hire someone to design a new cover, do you like it?)