Two days passed quickly.

In the past two days, the Northern Meditation has been quite comfortable.

Zhong Buyan did not appear in front of him again, and he didn't dare to appear when he thought about it.

Liu Shang looked for him once in a menacing manner, but at that time Yuan Xue and Si Xiang were also on that street corner, so he had to go back, for fear of leaving a bad impression on Si Xiang.

On the third day, the Tenryu Festival arrived.

The residents of Fengyun Village have already started their activities before the morning sun rises, and no matter how poor the situation at home is, they will find a more decent clothes to change into, and wait early by the altar that has already been arranged.

The altar is made of stone bricks made of gray stone that can be seen everywhere next to Fengyun Village, and it does not have much character, but the boulder in the middle of the altar that was moved by more than a dozen middle-aged residents is different.

It was a crimson boulder, and the dragon-shaped pattern on the front was so lifelike that even the most skilled carvers in the human world could not carve such a lifelike dragon on the boulder.

Bei Mingxiu observed this dragon carved on the stone not far away, which seemed to be in a leaping state, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

This dragon is too realistic, and the holy dragon phantom condensed by Gao Yang Song in Liyang City at the beginning, as well as the short-lived dragon in Momei Villa a few days ago, all have a seven or eight points of resemblance, as if it is not a pattern carved in stone, but a real dragon, as long as it blinks, this dragon can break away from the boulder and rush into the sky.

It's really a miracle.

It is worthy of being the most important town object of the Tenryu Festival.

Bei Ming Xiu admired this in his heart, and suddenly heard a crisp voice coming from behind him.

"Senior sister, look at that dragon, it feels like it's real!"

Yuan Xue pulled Si Xiang to the side of the ceremony, pointing to the dragon stone carving on the altar, very excited, but Si Xiang's expression on the side was full of reluctance.

Yuan Xue pulled La Sixiang's gauze sleeve as if begging, and pouted: "Senior sister, I know you don't like to join in the fun, but this is a grand event once a year in Fengyun Village, anyway, we won't be able to enter the Heavenly Desolate Valley for a while, so it's better to take a good look." ”

Si Xiang was noncommittal, and let Yuan Xue drag him was a tacit acquiescence.

Yuan Xue happily wanted to squeeze into the crowd, but she caught a glimpse of Bei Ming Xiu on the side, the smile on her face gradually disappeared in the stiffness, and she muttered, "You are also here." ”

Bei Ming Xiu turned around and said, "Yes, are you disappointed?"

Yuan Xue looked away, snorted lightly, and still pulled Si Xiang to stand not far from him.

In her opinion, this place is far away from the crowd, and the senior sister likes to be quiet, and it is relatively easy to accept stopping and watching here, and it has nothing to do with the good death and immortality, but also the Northern Meditation Cultivation near here.

The two daughters of the Xuefeng Sword Sect are cold and arrogant, and the other is delicate and lively, even if most of the villagers pay attention to the Heavenly Dragon Sacrifice, they still attract some attention.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator could even guess that Zhong Buyan must have been watching the scenery not far away.

And Zhong Buyan is indeed watching from a short distance.

Because both he and Si Xiang were present at this time, this sticky figure with grease on the soles of his feet didn't dare to approach at all, so he could only watch from a distance, so as to feast his eyes on it, and if he wanted to get close to Yuan Xue, dozens of lives were not enough for him to spend.

A cold snort came from behind Bei Ming Xiu.

Liu Shang held the saber at his waist, his face seemed to be a little pale because of anger, he glanced at Si Xiang, and then did not hide the killing intent on his body at all.

These killing intents only came at the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The Crazy Knife Sect has gained a place in the Martial Sect with a domineering and unparalleled knife technique, and the knife has paid attention to the word "crazy", and the killing intent revealed between the blades is even more ruthless, as if even if the other party is chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces, it cannot dissipate the anger in it.

Bei Ming Xiu only smiled faintly, and the sharp killing intent disappeared invisibly.

Liu Sheng was slightly stunned, then gritted his teeth and stood not far behind Si Xiang, and did not forget to glare at Bei Mingxiu fiercely before moving.

The meaning of that glance was clear.

If it weren't for Miss Si here, I would have dismantled you directly.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't take him to heart.

The killing intent just now was not real, and it was not at the same level as the knife he tried to kill him two days ago, in his opinion, it should be a problem with his state of mind.

Maybe this heart barrier has something to do with him, but whether Liu Shang can see through it or not, it's his own business, and it has nothing to do with him.

Moreover, whether he sees through it or not, he is not his opponent. 85

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Sikong Han and Sikong Ming walked up to the altar with a middle-aged man on their left and right.

The middle-aged man's clothes are not much different from ordinary villagers, but he has a graceful and noble atmosphere, and at a glance he knows that he is not very human.

It is the big village owner of Fengyun Village, Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing looked at the villagers around the altar, and said loudly: "Today is the day of great joy in Fengyun Village, just right, there are so many foreign friends who are willing to join in the fun, I believe that this year's Tianlong Festival, Lord Longshen will definitely be able to feel our piety ......"

Sikong Jing's words were endless, and Yuan Xue felt drowsy after listening to it for a while, just like the feelings felt when the elders in the sect forced her to read, and she already regretted a little in her heart to join in this fun.

Si Xiang on the side said softly: "Ignorant. ”

She has experienced a lot of experience, and she knows very well that most of the so-called gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts are mortal demons or some acquired wisdom demons that have been deified by fools, and the dragon god is even more unlikely to exist.

If you have studied the history of the Zhongzhou Continent, whether it is the people of the human world or the demon realm, they are very clear about one fact.

The Seven Divine Dragons have fallen in ancient times, leaving only the blood of the dragon clan in the world.

Fengyunzhai obviously can't have existed since ancient times, this so-called dragon god, most of them are monsters like snake demons, and she hates them deeply.

Even if the dragon carving on that boulder really has a bit of flavor.

I don't know how long it took, but the words of Sikong Jing on the altar came to an abrupt end.

The entire Fengyun Village was silent.

The Northern Cultivator looked beyond the altar, the hut carved with dragon patterns, which at first glance did not fit in with the surrounding buildings.

The beggar told him about the process of the Heavenly Dragon Sacrifice, and after the owner of the village gave a speech, the priest carved the dragon with the dragon head staff in his hand, and the Heavenly Dragon Sacrifice officially began.

And the priest of Fengyun Village, who is a single lineage, should be prepared in that hut at this time.

The priests of Fengyun Village are definitely not those high-level beings in the Demon Domain who are worshiped by the public in the Demon Capital, maybe they are just charlatans.

And the so-called channeling should be some kind of Yizong means.

But after a long time, the priest still did not come out of the hut.

Someone in the crowd also began to whisper.

Yuan Xue also looked curiously in the direction that everyone was staring at at this time, although this Tianlong Festival was indeed boring enough, but listening to the villagers, at least the old man danced the god, could it be that even this was saved?

Sikong Jing looked at that place, frowning slightly.

Sikong Han hurriedly said: "Big brother, I'll urge him, Lao Zhang, he has lived for seventy or eighty years, and his legs and feet may be a little inconvenient." ”

With that, he strode into the hut.

Almost as soon as he rushed into the hut, Sikong Han's angry shout burst out, shaking many people's eardrums.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't help but cover his ears.

If Sikong Han had practiced exercises such as the lion's roar in Buddhism, he would not have been able to shock a large number of people to death?

It's just that what happened inside could make this second village owner so angry?

As he was thinking so, Sikong Han walked out of the hut, his face seemed to be engraved with the word angry, and everyone looked like they had a deep hatred in the sea of blood, which caused Yuan Xue, who originally thought that he would not bully women, couldn't help but look away, and didn't even dare to look at his face, for fear that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Sikong Han's gaze moved around the crowd, and those who looked in his sight avoided it.

The locals knew that if Sikong Han showed a violent look on his face, it was really angry, and the object of his anger had absolutely no good fruit to eat, and the cultivators from outside also roughly knew his temper, so for a while, everything was silent.

Sikong Jing and Sikong Ming looked at him, not understanding what it was that made him so angry.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was also puzzled.

But at this moment, Sikong Han caught his figure behind the crowd, and the irrepressible anger on his face erupted suddenly, and he stepped out, jumped dozens of meters high, and immediately slapped him with a palm.

"The surname is Zhou, in vain Lao Tzu treats you as a friend, today Lao Tzu you don't break your body into thousands of pieces, Lao Tzu will not be called Sikong Han!"