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The lights are shining, and Yueyang is dancing with fish and dragons.

The water is surging, and the river is quiet.

In the place of Langshan, three thousand miles of dancing fish and dragons, and three thousand miles of lanterns. The excitement is a little mixed, because, in Yueyang City tonight, in addition to the original people, there are also many outsiders who have nothing to do. However, the mix is also the mix, for the ordinary people of Yueyang City, this night should be the most joyful night he has laughed in the past 20 years...

Flower Street Seventy-eight, all over the streets and alleys of the four cities of Yueyang. There are countless lanterns, which are placed on both sides of the streets. And the puzzle pasted on the lantern is also very simple... It's so simple that as long as you're not a fool, you can easily guess the answer. So, this is not so much a lantern riddle guessing, but rather a government giving rice to everyone. In the face of such good things, how can the common people who have always loved to be greedy and cheap not be happy?

Merely...

The little people in Yueyang City are happy. Pity the pity of those banquet guests on the Yingshui River. They can't be happy if they want to...

Three o'clock has passed, and more than an hour has passed since the appetizer was served. Regardless of whether they have an appetite or mood, the guests who go to the banquet also frown, eat a few bites of the meal, and fill up their stomachs. And the drinks on the long table also changed the handymen waiting around for a few rounds. However, as the protagonist of tonight's night banquet, the prince of Zangfeng has never shown up so far. It's just that when the banquet is in the middle of the banquet, let the master Hu under his house come out and talk a few words to everyone, make a show, and go through the motions.

In terms of etiquette, this is really rude...

It's just that before Master Hu left, the sentence "The guests are not all together, it is inconvenient to enjoy the moon" let everyone know that this is not the rudeness of the prince, but reasonable.

Because, he's waiting for someone...

And the person he is waiting for, everyone knows its importance. And in some ways, the meaning of this person may be the focus of tonight. If you don't wait for this person to go to the banquet, you will rashly click on the main topic of tonight, then tonight's Lantern Festival banquet will lack a reasonable support point. It's also a reasonable truth...

Otherwise, that's the real inappropriateness...

"Is this on the horse or off the horse?"

“......”

Yueyang Tower, the top floor, the largest wing.

In the past, there were seven people, but now there are five left, and there are two women missing. Seven or eight of the dishes on the table have been eaten, and the remaining drinks are overflowing, so that no one can play with them.

"Get on the horse and point a gun at the sky, and get off the horse drunk and lie down in a hundred battles. ”

"Whether you get on or off, this is a prestige. It's all about building momentum..."

"Hehe..."

“......”

After eating enough, the five southern region predators, like idlers in the market, sat on the north side of the railing with chairs. Or pick your teeth, or tease the birds, or drink alone, from time to time look at the northeast and the northeast. From time to time, I quietly glanced at the room behind the white curtain...

Figure...

......

They are also waiting for someone.

And the one they were waiting for was at this time in the lamplight tower in the east of the city, lighting white candles. Endless white candles, with the night flickering, bright and extinguishing candles like ghost fire, gradually showing a particularly deep atmosphere in the bustling Yueyang...

"They began to offer incense..."

The scholar who took advantage of the cold wind to swing the paper fan lightly bloomed slightly. Next to the chair, he reminded softly. When the four of them heard this, they successively moved their eyes from north to south...

The two cities in the northeast are separated by more than two thousand miles, and Yueyang Tower is about a thousand miles away from Dongmen Street. Even if the five of them stood at the highest place in Yueyang City, they could see three thousand miles at a glance. However, it is absolutely impossible to see things thousands of miles away. I saw the faint light and shadow of the candle fire thousands of miles away, and several faint white lights bloomed in the sky, and there were faintly some figures fluttering like dust.

"Kong Ming lanterns, wax and white candles, looking at each other Yin and Yang are far away..."

The merchant who was attached to the account book sighed: "I have to say that since that ruffian came to Yueyang City, this Seven Star Courtyard has a lot of confidence." What a place of retreat, to get rid of the arrogance of the ruffian..."

"Well... Indeed it is. ”

The bald man sitting next to Shang Jia seemed to want to see more clearly, so he put down the birdcage in his hand, stood up, and leaned against the railing. Looking at the southeast, he said lightly: "Half a year ago, someone came to Lishan casually, and Lu Suifeng had to hold it with his head bowed. Now that the drum is about to sound, they dare to take advantage of the situation. Hehe... It is estimated that it is the one in the north, and there must be a big movement again. ”

"It's not surprising..."

Jin Buchang moved the huge Roshan and said: "After all, they have waited so long, it is time to come out and breathe." Otherwise, you'll have to fall into the wind..."

“......”

The master looked at Jin Buchang a little sideways, and asked tentatively as if with deep meaning, "You seem to know a lot of things, right?"

Jin Buchang smiled deeply: "Hehe... Not much. ”

"It's just a little more of you..."

“......”

At this point, there are no more words...

Everyone tacitly agreed, and didn't ask Jin Buchang what he knew, and why he didn't say it. And Jin doesn't change himself, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of picking out this statement. That's it, I put the topic on the way...

Perhaps, this is the rule in the mall.

False and real, concealed and hidden. Profit can be shared, seek independence, and leave three points of room for maneuver in everything, so as to deal with future contingencies. Everyone needs to have their own back hand...

Nine days of starry twinkling, the heroes of the five lakes waiting.

Yueyang upstairs looks north, and goes north thousands of miles away...

East of the city, Dongmen Street, Seven Star Courtyard, Stargazing Platform.

"On the twelfth day of the Yuan Dynasty, on the fifteenth day of the first month, the pure land of Nanling Dongzhou was set on fire, and the spirit of the land of the lonely people was burned, so that Kyushu buried the bones in the mud, and our grief has not stopped until now. On the 25th day of the Yuan Qi Dynasty and the 15th day of the first lunar month, the kindness of relatives is unforgettable, and the grief is irrepressible, we borrow the divine position of the Quartet and the bright candle of the Heavenly Monarch to inform the unyielding souls of thousands of relatives..."

The sacrificial text is obscure and difficult to understand.

The west building is extended by the railing, and it is full of white candles and incense. The four dozens of zhang altars around the west building are also lit with candles. On the high platform, there are statues of Sanqing gods, vegetarian food and incense burners. At this time, under the four altars, there were many Daoist Masters and many disciples outside the Seven Star Sect who had recently rushed back. At this time, everyone was holding a ruler in their hands, with a solemn and focused expression, looking directly at the figure in green shirts downstairs in the West Building.

And the sound of Lang Lang's sacrificial text was read out by the mouth of this green shirt...

It's Xia Xun.

His complexion was the same as that of other Taoists, solemn and slightly sad. What's slightly different is the white plain manuscript he is holding in his hand, muttering...

Black characters on white paper, embroidered with gold silk, and a sacrificial word is written in black ink on the back of the manuscript paper, which is specially used to worship the ancestors of the sacrificial text. Behind Xia Xun, there is a huge incense burner. The incense burner is six tripods, and the body of the tripod has the pattern of the unicorn, the vermilion bird and other sacred beasts. In front of him, there is a long table full of fruits and high incense, the table is white wood, and the fruits are green pears, all of which are light tones...

The faint candlelight with the solemn atmosphere and indifferent voice makes this place seem calm and cold. Just like when the army is defeated, the living are shrouded in vests for their brothers who died in battle, and it is silent and tragic.

"Woohoo! I am young and lonely, and I am long, unconscious, but the old man is dependent. Back then, my parents died in the south, and I was young with you, and it was difficult to find the soil where I was buried with yellow bones. Zero Ding has been lonely for more than ten years, and he has not tasted the kindness of seeing each other for a day..."

Read quietly, listen quietly.

On the heavy stargazing platform, countless lonely hearts that have been suppressed for more than ten years are beating with every word that Xia Xun mutters, beating with the faint thoughts that should be frivolous. Reminiscing, the past of the past...

Orphans, good festivals, most of the kindness of relatives.

Although more than ten years have passed since the incident, who can not worry about the parents who gave birth to him, as well as those relatives who once loved him? So much so that when Xia Xun read the sacrificial text to the point of emotion, some female disciples whose hearts were still fragile couldn't stop twitching their noses, and their tearful eyes gradually condensed into a stream of tears that gradually flowed. If it weren't for the solemn atmosphere here, these little people would have to cry for a while...

The sacrificial text is long, long...

Even if Xia Xunnian's words were not slow, he had been reading for a long time. However, this sacrificial text is worth listening to for everyone here. After all, the meaning it carries is too heavy...

Long...

"We send letters to our families with our thoughts, and we swear by sending nine days of sacrifice to the dead. When he was in the north and the south of Jiangdong, he swore to stand up to the sky and the earth, bury the loess and sacrifice high incense for the ancestors of the ancestors, thinking that the souls of the ancestors would seek peace and happiness!"

"Let's go!"

The night fog gradually lifted, and the evening breeze blew down from the sky.

With Xia Xun's final "stop" word, a long sacrificial text was finally read. Slowly put away the manuscript and placed it on the long table in front of him. Then, he stretched his voice towards the people at the bottom of the steps, and shouted: "Gao Xiang sacrifices the ancestral soul!"

"Bang Bang..."

With that, Xia Xun walked down the steps with his green shirt in his hand, crossed the phalanx taught by the Taoist of the Seven Star Academy, and walked back into the crowd.

At the same time, Xia Yuan, who was standing at the front of the crowd, led the eight seven-star deans behind him first, and then he insisted on Gao Xiang and walked up the steps of Xia Xun head-on.

"Sacrifice the ancestral soul!

"Sacrifice the ancestral soul!

"Sacrifice the ancestral soul!

“......”

Xia Yuan's nine people came to the huge incense burner, shouted a sacrificial sentence in unison, and respectfully inserted the high incense in their hands into the incense burner one after another. After that, they stood on both sides of the incense burner and looked at the crowd with a solemn face.

Followed by...

Dozens of veteran Taoists who were originally standing behind several deans also followed the hind foot. also raised his head to the sky and shouted a sacrificial word, respectfully inserted high incense, and retreated from the stargazing platform again along the way he came.

And so on, all the way around...

"Sacrifice the ancestors!

"Sacrifice the ancestral soul!

"Sacrifice to the Ancestors ..."

The shouts are loud and endless. Drink sacredly and **, like a stone hitting the mirror lake, every sound can make people's hearts burn and add a scoop of oil. There seem to be thousands of lions in my heart, and they are not only roaring. The roar doesn't stop... It wasn't until all the Taoist elders had taught and practiced incense that the passionate expression here calmed down a little...

And, it's getting a little weird.

“......”

The Seven Star disciples, who were standing at the back, walked a few steps forward in a uniform manner, and walked to the position where the previous Daoists were standing. As the first batch of Seven Star disciples to worship their ancestors, there is something special here. What is special about this is that they are not like Xia Yuan, a group of people take the stage together to make incense.

They, only one person...

And this person is also beyond the expectations of most people. He is not a disciple of the Seven Star Academy, Mo Xian, nor is he the direct only grandson of the Northern Mastermind, Xia Xun.

Rather, Xiahou...

This, very strange...

However, this is the order that Xia Yuan specially arranged before the worship ceremony. Except for Xia Yuan himself, no one knew why this was arranged like this...

After all, in terms of strength, in terms of seniority among the seven-star disciples, although Xia Hou is not low, he is still one level behind Mo Xian. On the orthodoxy of the bloodline of Beimang Xia Village, although Xia Hou is older than Xia Xun, he is not the main lineage of the Xia family after all. According to the rules, he doesn't have the qualifications to be incense... If, you have to make up a reason. Then it can only be said that he is Xia Yuan's son, and Xia Yuan is selfish.

But...

Is this possible?

This argument is obviously not convincing at all. Although Xia Yuan's ruffian character is well-known and unreasonable. However, in such a serious matter, he would never use that bit of boring thoughts.

So, there must be another reason for this!

And, the reason for this, it is a heavenly machine that no one can imagine, but it can be understood with just a little bit!

It's just that at this moment, no one is going to stretch their minds in one direction, and no one is going to associate this little episode tonight with something big twenty years ago. It's weird, it's weird... After all, Xiahou's popularity in the Seven Star Courtyard in the past was acceptable, and he was the leader of the younger generation with Mo Xian, and his cultivation was arrogant, so it was not much different. Therefore, this strangeness is just a flash in everyone's hearts.

It's the same as the previous Taoist teachings...

After Xiahou climbed the steps, he shouted a sacrificial word, then inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, and then walked back to the crowd along the way he came.

And the Shangxiang disciples who are ranked after Xiahou are very normal. First of all, Mo Xian and Xia Xun led more than 30 disciples of the Heavenly Realm to the stage to pay tribute. Behind them is the elder disciple leading the young dolls, taking the stage in batches and in an orderly manner...