Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1300
"It's really strange, that tortoise is willing to come out of the mountain?"

In the restaurant under Beihan Pavilion, Xu Bingqing stood outside the balcony of the box on the highest floor, looking darkly at Yunlong flying away in the sky.

"If you talk like that again, I'll send you back to be with your mother."

Xu Canghai sat on a rocking chair behind her, holding a book in his hand, and spoke lightly.

Xu Bingqing's teeth bit his lips until they were pale.

"If mother knew that father, you are so useless, she would definitely stand by my side!"

Xu Canghai looked up at her and put down the scroll.

Xu Bingqing's scalp exploded, and he took a step back.

Seeing his daughter being so stern, Xu Canghai gave a bitter smile. By the time he realized that she had been raised badly, it would have been too late.

The child does not teach, the father too.

Xu Canghai looked at Yunlong flying away in the sky, and murmured.

"Wanlong opens the door, and the high level is coming."

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would actually see this scene."

On that day, he remembered that Emperor Ying called them together and happily discussed the high-level ceremony he envisioned. The first sentence mentioned that before the high-level ceremony, there must be a special celestial phenomenon, announcing the convening of this world-renowned ceremony. The first thing to ask is "Wanlong opens the door, and the high level is coming."

"So it seems she was right to hand over this grand ceremony to him," Xu Canghai said lightly, lowering his head and flipping through the scroll on his lap, "I can't be so pretty."

If he were to be Wanlong, there might not be so many people in the mood to gather on the street to watch the scenery at this time, and they would have been trembling with fear from the thunder.

Even if Xu Canghai didn't say anything, Xu Bingqing knew who "she" was referring to.She had heard from her mother since she was a child that her father was the most suitable host of the high-level ceremony back then, but the chief minister ordered Lin Shubai to give this opportunity to his fiancé, so the Northern Wei Dynasty missed the high-level ceremony so far.

What is even more despicable is that after obtaining this qualification, the mountain ghost always refuses to hold high-level ceremonies because the time has not come, which is simply shameless.

Thinking of his father passing by the high-ranking ceremony, Xu Bingqing's teeth itch with hatred.

"It hasn't been held for so many years, why is the time coming this year? No wonder this person wanted to participate in the elementary and intermediate ceremonies before, and promised something. The weakest son of God in the district has a lot of ambition. Father, you have to be careful..."

However, at this moment, Xu Canghai interrupted his daughter's complaint.

"Who said he is the weakest son of God?" He said lightly.

Xu Bingqing was taken aback.

The mountain ghost is the lowest among the eight gods, which is something Huangkou's children know.

"The mountain ghost ranks the lowest because he has never participated in a battle of ranks, and he is willing to be the last," Xu Canghai said lightly. "In fact, I have never fought against him, so I don't know who is stronger or weaker."

Not to mention the battle, I have never even seen it.

Not only him, among all the eight gods, except for Lin Shubai, no one has ever seen a mountain ghost.

Hearing Xu Canghai's words, Xu Bingqing's eyes widened in disbelief, "Then father, you are actually willing to admit that a person you have never met before is the God of Eight?"

"Anyway, there is no doubt that there is a second-rank god son in Xiling Snow Mountain," Xu Canghai said indifferently, "and we will definitely not be able to catch him if we go to Xiling Snow Mountain alone."

This is also the reason why he feels that the mountain ghost's strength may not be as weak as the world's legend says.

At least on the Xiling Snow Mountain, Xu Canghai felt that he was no match for the mountain ghost.

"Father, haven't you guys thought about inviting that mountain ghost down the mountain as a group?" Xu Bingqing clenched her lips. Please go down the mountain was just a polite way of saying it. What she thought was that if one person couldn't catch it, several people would be able to catch it. Why? Won't the other seven sons of God unite to capture that second-order man who pretends to be a ghost?

But she didn't expect that Xu Canghai just turned a page of the book when he heard the words.

"Well, that's already been done."

done?Xu Bingqing couldn't hide his shock, "Then father, did you see him later?"

"I didn't catch it," Xu Canghai's finger rested on the edge of the book, "because Da Si Ming stood by his side."

Da Si ordered to marry a mountain ghost, which is a major event on the Shanhai Continent.

Da Si Ming's protection of shortcomings is well known all over the world.

The situation was completely reversed, and no one could move the mountain ghost any more.

"But even if that woman stood beside that man, a few more sons of gods..." Xu Bingqing muttered unwillingly, Xu Canghai raised his head and looked at her quietly, making Xu Bingqing completely frozen.

"I don't know what your mother told you, but I'm afraid you don't know how big the difference is between the first rank and the second rank."

Speaking of a fact, he never told his ignorant daughter.

Xu Canghai spoke lightly.

"Even if the five sons of gods were added together, they were not the opponents of the gods."

What's more, it is absolutely impossible for one of the goddesses to stand by their side.

Xu Bingqing was completely stunned, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth.

Her pupils constricted, she had heard this sound before.

It was the voice of the mountain ghost.

……

……

Everyone in the World Security Institute also heard this voice at this time.

Just like when I heard the sound transmission about the leader of the mid-level ceremony in the forest, the sound seemed to ring directly in everyone's ears.

"To disturb everyone in the middle of the night, I am the mountain ghost of the master of the Hou Liao Kingdom."

A heavy voice came from thousands of miles away.

Sure enough it was him!

All the people who heard this voice were stunned.

"The Intermediate Ceremony has come to a successful conclusion. I would like to congratulate all the participants."

The thick voice resounded through the world.

"Wanlong opens the door today, the time has come."

"The high-level ceremony will be held in the Snow Mountain of Xiling in Houliao during the winter solstice of the seventh year of the Warring States Period."

Although they had been psychologically prepared, everyone was still shocked when they heard the result.

During the winter solstice, Ying Baoyue quickly calculated the time in her mind. Tomorrow is the cold dew. The winter solstice is nearly two and a half months away from the cold dew. The interval is a bit long.

If you just rushed from Soochow to Houliao, with the foot strength of a practitioner, at least one and a half months is enough.

Why is that?
But just when she was doubtful, the crowd stimulated by the four words of high-level ceremony had already exploded.

After all, this is a grand ceremony that is said to be able to ascend to the realm by participating, and may allow high-level practitioners who are difficult to break through to ascend to the heavenly ranks!
"Then how to participate?"

"Can I participate in the fourth grade?"

The voice of the mountain ghost is still indifferent, like an old man who has reached his twilight years.

"Participants are not limited to countries, realms, or ages. As long as you get a stepping stone to reach Xiling Snow Mountain, the old man will tell you the way to participate."

Stepping stone?
Ying Baoyue was stunned upon hearing this.

Is it like a ticket?

However, she never expected that this stepping stone was really a brick.

"What is the stepping stone?"

"Where can I find it? Can I buy it with money?"

Amidst the crowd's questioning, the mountain ghost spoke quietly.

"The stepping stone of this high-level ceremony is the brick on the ancient pagoda of Ning in the Northern Wei Dynasty."

what?
Ning Guta?
Is it the Ninggu Pagoda she knows?
Xu Bingqing stood on the terrace, his eyes widened in disbelief when he heard the words, Xu Canghai got up abruptly, clutching the scroll in his hand.

The voice of the mountain ghost resounded faintly in midair.

"As long as anyone can get a brick from Ninggu Pagoda and bring it to Xiling Snow Mountain, they can participate in the high-level ceremony."

(End of this chapter)