The next day, there was a cry everywhere in the song. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Burning incense and praying, killing chickens and sheep are just the most basic things that people do. As for the supreme commander of Chaoge's power, King Xu, he bathed and changed his clothes, rode on an agarwood chariot, led hundreds of civil and military officials, and slowly moved towards the south of Chaoge, Wa Palace.

The Wa Palace on earth is just a projection of the Wa Palace in the sky. It is only near Nuwa's birthday that she will automatically appear in the world and accept the incense of the people in the world.

Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, led 3,000 iron cavalry and 800 royal forest guards, followed by Shang Rong, Bi Gan, Fei Zhong, You Hun and other ministers, and surrounded the emperor's frame without leaking.

"When!when!" Zhong Ming all the way, Chao Ge and his party left the south gate and moved towards the annual Wa Palace.

"Here, it turned out to be a Shang, a Shang recorded in history, a reenactment of the history of the desolate world, is it true that this is really the future of the earth?" Mu Ran, who was hidden in the clouds, silently watched the group travel far away and quietly followed behind. Although there are many monks in the song, how can the mana Dao Xing be compared to Mu Ran? Not to mention finding him out, even being able to know Mu Ran's existence is even more difficult.

"There seems to be some strange energy that prevents my mind from probing. But I feel that the size of this planet is clearly not different from that of the earth. Could it be that this is really the Earth?"

For this period of history, he can be regarded as a passerby at best. He had no intention of interfering, nor did he have the possibility of getting involved. Regaining the Golden Lotus of the Twelve Grades of Merit, and then finding a way to find the real way out is the most important thing.

Think of the Wa Palace, which is located in the world, hidden in the mountains and clouds. Ordinary people entered it, fearing that they would faint for three days and three nights, and then they were sent out. As the co-lord of the world, Shang has passed down the way of sacrifice over the years, and naturally there will be a way to enter and exit the clouds.

I saw that Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, rode his horse and stood at the front of the large army, pointing at the confused cloud haze with his double hammer in his hand, and more than a dozen golden lights poured out from his eyebrows, constantly throwing himself into the cloud haze.

Seeing that the method seemed to be effective, Huang Feihu hurriedly dismounted, knocked heavily on his knees on the ground, and shouted, "Huang Feihu, the king of the human race martial arts, respectfully ask Nuwa Niangniang to be gracious and open the holy gate!"

"Your Majesty, hurry up and follow King Wucheng to see the courtesy, this is a etiquette handed down by the ancestors, and it must not be violated. Shang Rong sat on the edge of the most noble frame with a solemn face, and bent down to ask for instructions.

"Trouble, it's really troublesome, it's just that, the widow is a dignified man, and he still has to ask for someone's life, hum. Inside the frame, there was an obviously dissatisfied grunt, which made the two old courtiers, Bigan and Shang Rong, sweat. This young king is inevitably too indulgent, and he doesn't even pay attention to Nuwa Niangniang.

"Emperor Xin, the co-lord of the human race, implore Nuwa Niangniang to be gracious and open the holy door widely!" Even if he was unwilling and unwilling, this emperor knew etiquette more or less. Before him, his father, etc., would have made such a move. Anyway, this Nuwa Niangniang is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, that is, the mother of everyone in the world, even if it is to say hello to her mother, Di Xin thought.

"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, the secret method passed down by the master, it's the first time I've tried it, and I didn't expect it to really work. It seems that those fairies, demons and monsters really exist in the world. Shizun always said that he was a sectarian sect, but I don't know what kind of sect this sect is?" Seeing that everyone's attention had been focused on Di Xin's body, Huang Feihu secretly wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with his sleeve. Such a few simple actions have exhausted him and made him sweat profusely.

Huang Feihu's master is Wen Zhong, the Taishi of the dynasty. Wen Zhongnai is a disciple of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, who is proficient in Taoism and has profound mana. The sacrificial ceremony of the song has always been presided over by Wen Zhong. It's just that this time Wen Zhong has something important to do, so he entrusted everything to Huang Feihu.

Before Di Xin's words fell, there was a great light in the clouds, and a golden road suddenly sprang up, dispersing the mist in both directions.

A group of high-level Chaoge, including Di Xin, Shang Rong, Bi Gan, Fei Zhong, You Hun, and Huang Feihu, all got off the carriage and walked in step by step. It is said that in order to express respect for Nuwa Niangniang, this golden road must be completed with both feet, even the Son of Heaven is no exception.

When mortals hear such legends, they naturally obey them obediently. But these clouds and fog are difficult for Mu Ran. After Chao Ge and his party all walked away, the clouds and fog began to slowly shroud, as if they were trying in vain to block this golden road.

Mu Ran, who was silently staring at Chao Ge up and down, did not drop his footsteps, and also walked forward quickly. These closing clouds and fog were useless to even block his ability, just like the most ordinary fog, which was directly ignored.

Walking, walking, the corners of Mu Ran's mouth seemed to raise some weird smiles. He seemed to sense that some familiar people had come to the neighborhood.

"Your Majesty, this is the idol of Nuwa Niangniang. Although Niangniang does not live here, this Wa Palace is contaminated with Nuwa Niangniang's fairy spirituality. Looking at the dignified, elegant, and lifelike statue of Nuwa Niangniang, the old minister couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Among all the people in Chaoge, only a few dozen people were able to enter the Nuwa Temple of the Wa Imperial Palace. The leader is naturally the co-lord of the world, Di Xin. Among these people, Shang Rong, Bigan and other old ministers were by no means the first time to come, but even so, they were still overwhelmed by Nuwa Niangniang's otherworldly temperament.

"Your Majesty, this Nuwa Niangniang is so beautiful, and she is more beautiful than the beauties of His Majesty's harem. "Bigan and Shang Rong can be regarded as old ministers and loyal ministers, but this Fei Zhong and You Hun are good at slapping horses for a while, and they are sycophants of Chen, and they don't learn and don't know how to do it. Whatever good words come out of their mouths, they are as if they have been stung by flies, and they stink for three points.

"Bold, Nuwa Niangniang is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and she has made great contributions to the people of the world. Fei Zhong, how can you dare to insult Our Lady with words?" The old minister Shang Rong was obviously unclear by Fei Zhong's words, and even trembled when he spoke.

"I, Fei Zhong, are bold?" Fei Zhong stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, suddenly laughed triumphantly, and shouted, "I, Fei Zhong, am an important member of the court, and I only obey the orders of the king, who dares to say that I am presumptuous! Hmph, the king is the co-lord of the world, and he should be the father of the world, Nuwa Niangniang is known as the Holy Mother of the human race, this father and mother, and it should be so, isn't it wonderful?" After saying this, Fei Zhong still felt that what he said was quite level, and he almost raised his head to the sky.

"You, you, you presumptuous!" At this moment, he couldn't even stand it, pointing to Fei Zhong's sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, and didn't know what to say. How can they, old courtiers, play with their minds, compare to those who shoot horses all day long?

Di Xin listened to these words in his ears, although he felt that there was some truth, but he also knew in his heart that Nuwa Niangniang was a saint and could not be offended. It's just that the various treatments after entering the door made him feel a little unwilling.

Di Xin was by no means a brainless person, otherwise he would not have defeated many brothers and sat in the position of king. He was about to say something to scold Fei Zhong, but there was no dizziness in his mind, and then he seemed to have lost his ability to dominate, and his whole body was out of control.

"Bring a pen to the widow!" Di Xin ordered with blank eyes, and no one had the guts to stop him. You Hun carefully sent the pen that had been stained with ink.

"Seeing Nuwa Niangniang today, the widow's heart is very happy, why don't you write a letter and give it to Niangniang!" No one noticed that Di Xin's tone of speech at this time was very different from the usual cynical appearance.

"Fengluan Bao's account scene is very, full of mud gold and clever makeup, winding distant mountains flying emerald color, dancing sleeves reflecting the xia dress, pear blossoms with rain competing for beauty, peony cage smoke and charming makeup, but you have to be enchanting to move, take back Changle to serve the king!"

Boom! The poem came out, and a thunderbolt crossed the sky!