The end of overexertion is that the streamer is tired and lying down, or he is carried back by Cha An.

It was as if the excitement just now was all borrowed strength, and it was suddenly returned. Streamer suddenly fell asleep after listening to the civil official in a wide court dress and with a skeptical look on his face announce the final result.

They made the cut.

Although this is something that has been expected for a long time, in this way, the meaning seems to be far-reaching.

It is the result of the streamer's own efforts.

They were told that the final would be held the day after tomorrow in the Hall of the South Wind, directly south of Dagong City.

As long as they win the final the day after tomorrow, they will soon be able to get the Evil Gu, and thinking about it, their return date is also approaching.

In the second half of the night, the streamer started a fever, his forehead was hot, and Weaving Dream looked at it worriedly for a long time, but the streamer kept falling asleep groggily, and didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as he woke up, he panicked and went to find Zhu'an.

"Master, Master!"

Weaving Dream was sitting under the porch and watching Zhu An practice the sword intently, the movements in the young man's hands were not too fancy, but they were elegant and beautiful enough, and the sword rose and fell.

Listening to the footsteps on the wooden corridor, Weaving Dream turned his head to see Streamer running towards them in a panic.

She squinted her eyes and smiled, "Little man, I'm finally awake! ”

"Sister, sister, me, me, I think my body is weird!"

Dream Weaver beckoned, and when the streamer approached, he reached out and touched his forehead, "Well, the temperature has dropped." ”

"Huh, do I have a fever?"

"Well, it burned for a while in the night. Is there anything else that is uncomfortable right now?"

Only then did the streamer remember what he was going to say, "I, me, I think my body is weird, like I have no weight, I want to fly, and I walk lightly!"

Weaving Dream poked his head helplessly, "Isn't it good to be light? I have a fever at night, and my body is repairing itself, but it means that your body is getting stronger, little man." ”

Streamer screamed with wide eyes when he heard this, is this the case?

Oh my God, this is something he couldn't have imagined before!

After practicing the sword, Zhu'an took the sword and walked over, and said warmly: "The practice is gradual, you were too reckless yesterday and your physical strength was overdrawn, so you had a fever, fortunately, your physique is still good, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and you can't do it again next time." ”

"Got it, master!"

Streamer nodded hurriedly, he now has more worship in addition to trust in Zhu'an, this kind of worship is amazing, so that he has found the way he wants to go, that is, he wants to become a person like Master Zhu'an.

The encounters between people are truly full of wonders, and they can inadvertently have an impact and change the trajectory of life.

After waiting for the streamer to rest for a day, they went to the South Wind Hall together the next day.

The South Wind Hall is the largest celebration venue in Dagong City, facing the royal palace of Dagong City, and the overall structure is like a funnel

There is a high altar to the palace, and the surrounding area is all open space for the people of the southern country to watch, and the center of the site is low, there is a large circular lake, the water surface is like a mirror, and its name is Mirror Lake, and there is an independent table in the center, which does not lead to the shore, that is, the venue of the competition.

The surrounding terrain is high, and the central terrain is low, like a funnel, and the view of those watching from above is more open.

Just like the previous tryouts, the people of the southern country, who were keen to watch the armed struggle, surrounded the outer hall except for the place where the altar was sacrificed, looking forward to the birth of the final winner today, but also to witness the birth of a new king, which was enough to make their blood boil. Before the game began, they had already begun to shout, shouting the name of their country, the name of the royal capital, and there was a lot of noise.

The three of them were invited to the side by the receiving guard to wait, and the streamer leaned over to chat with the guard for a few words, and then ran back to them and whispered: "I asked, three people were also promoted to the West Evening Hall yesterday, so the waiting meeting will draw lots to decide the opponent for the fairness of the game." ”

The two of them have no objection to this, but the streamer is a little worried, the master and Sister Weaving Dream must be fine, but what if he can't beat the opponent!

Seeing his concern, Weaving Dream reached out and patted Streamer's head, "It's okay, you have to believe that you will win." ”

"Well, just do your best, don't be reckless. It's okay if you can't be a king. The meaning of Zhu'an is not to be a king, even to disregard your life, this lifeless behavior is too blind.

Hearing his concern, Streamer took a deep breath and nodded.

The official match was preceded by a lengthy prayer ceremony, and they met the legendary Southern Saintess for the first time, albeit only from a distance.

The tall altar has one hundred and eight steps covered with red carpets, and on each side of the steps there is a row of ceremonial officials holding flowers and incense burners in their hands, standing solemnly in crimson official uniforms, quietly waiting for the arrival of the holy woman.

The solemn and sacred ritual music sounded, and the noisy people also fell silent, folded their hands in front of their chests, and prayed for blessings, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the mirror lake in the center.

A huge lotus bud slowly grew from the bottom of the water from the surface of the lake near the altar, and as the ritual music slowly swirled, the delicate petals also bloomed little by little, revealing a soft woman curled up and sitting in the center of the flower, and the layers of petals were the veil for her face.

The woman in the heart of the flower was originally curled up and hugged her knees and fell asleep, like a new life, holy and beautiful, and when the huge lotus flower fully bloomed, the woman also woke up, revealing a golden short knife in her arms, the scabbard is inlaid with gold hanging beads, the blade is like a crescent moon bending, it is the knife of the southern blessing, meaning martial arts, the pursuit of strength first, is the southern sacrifice and prayer must be used in the ritual.

The saint wore a ceremonial crown with a light-colored tassel to cover her face, stood up elegantly with a golden knife in both hands, wore a red seed deep coat and auspicious clothes, wore a ring around her waist, and her skirt was decorated with the feathers of a hundred birds

Be in awe, let alone come in such a bizarre way of appearance. At this moment, the holy woman in Nalian's heart is the focus of everyone's eyes.

When she stood up, the huge lotus platform lifted her to the altar and slowly moved to the altar to carry her ashore.

When she arrived at the shore, the saint still maintained an upright posture, did not look down at the road, looked at the altar, slowly raised her feet and stepped on the ground, stepping on the red carpet.

A courteous official sang and shouted beside him: "The purity of the lotus flower is not dusty." ”

The saint was holding a sword, her back was dignified and solemn, stepping on the red carpet step by step, and she walked a full hundred and eight steps alone.

When the last note of the ritual music was played, and the saint had just finished the last step, she walked to the altar and stood still, and under the eager gaze of all the people, she put the golden sword in her hand on the altar table, and the official came forward to burn incense and wine.

The saint turned around, folded her hands in front of her chest like the people, closed her eyes and began to recite the words of blessing, her voice like Sanskrit, gentle and compassionate.

"I wish you the first year,

One gas mixes, yin and yang are combined,

The old Xi is sent, and the new Xi is ushered in.

The moss plum is a little bit, and the stream of the valley falls.

The red candle is shining, on the bank of the river.

Sincerely pray for the morning sun and spring warmth,

Guotai and the people are safe, the wind and rain are smooth......"

The voice continued to recite the blessing words, and could not hear the joy and sorrow, and the streamer's eyes followed the holy figure closely, and there was great sorrow in his eyes.

Weaving Dream quietly approached Zhu'an and said in a low voice, "Brother." The Holy Maiden ......"

Zhu An nodded imperceptibly, confirming her words, "Well, her hands are tied. ”

The saint kept only one gesture of folding her hands from beginning to end, even when she stood up from the ground, although it was natural and inappropriate, but it was not reasonable, because when a person squatted down to stand up, he generally did not fold his hands in front of his chest to get up, and such a movement was very laborious to do. The onlookers didn't notice that the two wrists under the sleeves of her wide auspicious dress were tied together by a hemp rope, and she could only keep that movement all the time.

Weaving Dream asked suspiciously, "Why is this? Isn't she a saint? Can you be afraid that she will run away in the middle of praying for blessings?"

Zhu An said: "This is not the case. Have you forgotten the rules of the Southland?"

"You mean, the last king of the South?"

Zhu'an nodded, and scrutinized: "The streamer mentioned last time that the saint's face is eternal and will not change with age, but a person's voice is not like this, even if her face is well maintained, her voice will definitely change with age, I heard that her voice is crisp and full, and her age is about the age of peach and plum, and she must have been crowned a saint for only three years." In this way......"

As a result, she has only been married to the previous king for only three years.

Weaving Dream glanced at the streamer worriedly.

Wanting to marry a saint is the wish of this little man.