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Chapter 425 Worshiping God and Nuo Opera, Year after Year

The snow fluttered, and the strong wind gradually died down.

The cloudy fog dissipated, and a shadow appeared on the broken stone statue. He was dressed in a white robe, with a neat bun, beautiful features, but full of heroism.

It was Li Qianqiu, the third princess of the Great Wei Dynasty.

She looked at the old man's body and remained silent.

Whoosh!
After the ruins were broken, a scholar came out with an excited expression and came to the old man's corpse. He groped up and down, took out a leather scroll from his arms, opened it and glanced at it, and suddenly his face showed ecstasy.

"Where's the thing?" Princess Sanjue's eyes were cold.

The scholar inexplicably felt a bit of coolness, respectfully cupped his hands and said: "Princess, please wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, he took out a bone flute from his bosom, the real qi was running, puffed up his cheeks and blew violently, but there was no sound.

About half a stick of incense was touched, when suddenly the wind rustled on the ground, there was a rustling sound, and a small figure flickered faintly.

The wind dissipated, and there was something extra on the snow.

It was a skeleton, crystal clear, like glass, and there was a voice of mourning.

"The palace walls are deep...the bright moon is cold, the rivers and mountains are beacon-smoke, the mountains are full of lights, and the jade towers lean on the railings to visit the heavenly pavilions, and the canopy is still there..."

The repertoire is very famous. The Liyuan Tea House often plays "Sorrow under the Moon" by Mrs. Baihua, the wife of the White Tiger Soldier Li Yuan.

Looking at the skeleton, the scholar's eyes were full of fear, he took the leather scroll and retreated [-] meters away, slightly cupped his hands, "Princess, I have kept my promise, can I leave?"

Princess Sanjue did not speak, but a cold murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

The scholar didn't seem to be afraid, just looked straight at him with a smile.

"So I brought a helper."

Princess Sanjue turned her head slowly and looked to the southwest.

A hundred feet away, there was an extra figure at some point, with a strong figure, stubble on his face, and indifferent eyes.

This man was wearing a tattered black robe over his leather armor.

Clothes fluttered with the wind, the whole person looming.

He holds a longbow of animal bones, the bowstring is tense, and the blood-colored bone-fang arrows are shining with faint green fire, which is strange and inexplicable.

A smile appeared on the corner of the scholar's mouth, "Princess may not know that she lives in seclusion, but this is Yang Fu, the Arrow Sage of the Southern Jin Dynasty, who is also the descendant of the Yinshan sect who was exterminated by the Dugu clan."

"The God Killing Arrow was bestowed by His Majesty himself, the princess should know the power of this thing."

Princess Sanjue said silently, "Get lost!"

The scholar flew away as if he had been pardoned.

The Southern Jin Archery Saint Yang Fu also retreated slowly, his figure dissipating in the wind and snow.

Princess Sanjue Li Qianqiu stretched out her hand, and the skeleton on the ground rose into the air and slowly landed in the jade palm.

Not far away, a golden light flashed, and the white-bearded Taoist was suspended in the air.

Li Qianqiu, the princess of the Three Absolutes, didn't seem surprised, still looking at the skeleton in her hand, "The ancestors became sages and escaped into the ice field, the Empress Baihua became ill in missing her, she left the land of immortals, mourning in the palace day and night, everyone who heard it was crazy. "

"It is rumored that the only way to bury her next to her ancestors is for the soul of Empress Baihua to be at peace. Poor me, I vowed to break into the ice field. Now it seems that it is just a lie..."

Zhenjun Guangyuan looked calm, "Princess righteousness."

Li Qianqiu, the third princess, ignored it, and glanced at the corpse of the old man in the Yin Gate in the snow, with sad eyes, "We are all old ghosts living in the past, what righteousness, it's just a joke."

"But the holy prestige of the ancestor soldiers must not be tarnished!"

True Monarch Guangyuan nodded slightly, "Princess, don't worry, the overcasting technique has already been manipulated. No matter what kind of demon that Emperor You is, if he falls into the Netherworld, he will never come back."

Princess Sanjue did not speak.

The wind passed, and there was no one there.

Guangyuan Zhenjun also disappeared with the golden light.

After a while, the sound of horseshoes came, Qin Tuotou came through the air, first groped for the old man's body, and then looked at the footprints on the surrounding snow, his face changed.

"Oops, there's something else wrong with this matter!"

"Chase!"

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The 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is a small year.

Every year at this time, the gods will hold a big sacrifice to welcome the Quartet to the royal family temple, to offer sacrifices, and to receive rituals and music, in order to show their merits in protecting the human race.

This is an ancient ritual of conferring gods, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

The sky was slightly bright, and the bells and drums all over the city were ringing.

Above the gate tower of the imperial city, Pei Yun, Minister of Rituals, strode out in a purple robe, looked at the dense crowd below the city, slowly spread out the golden silk book in his hand, and recited aloud: "Your Majesty, Fengtian Chengyun, said that since the Three Emperors ruled the world, seal The gods and the earth, the incense is endless, the righteous people of the human race, guarding the four borders, peacefully qi, the merits will last forever..."

He studied under the Shanhai Academy, and his mighty real qi circulated, and he was blessed by the city gate formation, and his voice resounded through the world.

The gates of all the workshops have already been opened wide, and all the people in the city, regardless of men, women, old or young, bring exquisite pasta, rice wine and pastries, and stand on both sides of Tianjie Street, looking forward to it.

Outside the city gate of Shendu, the captains of Dayan's 36 prefectures came together, all in armor, with solemn expressions, and behind them were soldiers holding high the French flag.

Wang Xuan was also among them, wearing black four-soul armor, vermilion cloak, and purple-gold crown, behind him Wei Tingshan was holding a Dharma flag, with a solemn expression on his face.

He remained calm and looked up.

I saw that on the towering gate of the city, a sacrificial altar had been erected, and there were many flags and banners, all of which had been accomplished, and Daoist Hongyuan was among them.

The Master of Taiyi, Guangyuan Zhenjun, stood in the center of the sacrificial altar, dressed in a purple Taoist robe of the sun, moon and stars, with an immortal demeanor in the snow.

To be honest, Wang Xuan didn't want to see this old man.

Whether it's Mrs. Wang or Guangyuan Zhenjun, they are all like iron, and they will do everything for the righteousness in their hearts. Anyone, including myself, will plan.

If you don't have desires, you will be strong, the most difficult thing to deal with.

Because he possesses the Order of the Immortal City, even if he has a good relationship with the Taiyi Sect, he somehow becomes its pawn. Fortunately, Gu Canghai, the patron of the Four Seas Gate, snatched away the karma.

However, the other party probably knows about his absorption of mysterious metals, and maybe they have some other plans.

There are some things he is willing to do.

But not driven by others.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan secretly opened the Heavenly Dao Deduction Disk.

On the list, the fusion progress of Royal Family's "Hunyuan Formation Technique" and "Taixu Yinyang Jue" has reached 10%.

According to past experience, there shouldn't be too much conflict between these two exercises. As long as the fusion is successful, and then find a way to improve the nine-turn robbery, the body of the magic weapon can accumulate unprecedented foundation.

When the time comes to step into the non-drug realm, you will be able to condense amazing supernatural powers. With strength, why should you care about the color of others... Boom!Boom!Boom!

Just when Wang Xuan was distracted, the royal bell rang, and then the bells and drums all over the city rang, resounding all over the place.

Guangyuan Zhenjun looked at the sky indifferently, "Get up the altar!"

All the masters heard the words, and at the same time pinched the formula.

All of a sudden, the incense on the sacrificial altar ignited spontaneously without any wind, soaring straight into the sky, and the flags and flags rose up and fluttered.

Guangyuan Zhenjun spread his palms, and a small gold seal rose into the air, which was the most precious treasure of the Taiyi Sect, Qing Weixuan Tianyin.

This is a real magic weapon. As soon as it appeared, it showed extraordinary power, shining golden light, and suddenly shot straight into the sky.

boom!
There was a thunder in the air.

The sky was originally covered with overcast clouds, and the sky was full of snow, but at this moment, a big hole was torn open in the clouds, revealing the dazzling sunlight, and the clouds at the hole seemed to be inlaid with gold.

A beam of light pierced through the sky and earth, covering the entire sacrificial altar, and then the divine power of the golden incense rose up.

Wang Xuan's eyes were slightly condensed, and his heart was vigilant.

Guangyuan Zhenjun's move was not to show off, but to support Nishiki so that the altar of offerings could run smoothly.

What alerted him was the magic weapon.

To tell the truth, he also has a magic weapon, and it is a rare military storage treasure, the "Dongxuan Arm" of Kunyu Grand Marshal Hou Tong.

Because of this, he knows the power of the magic weapon.

Dongxuan Arm Mustard Seed Sumeru, no matter the material or the formation method engraved on it, is unheard of and extremely mysterious.

The space inside is as large as half a room, enough for him to place his armor and weapons and increase his combat power on the side.

The Qingwei Xuantian Seal is obviously even more extraordinary.

At such a distance, it was difficult for Feijian to reach it, let alone have the strength to break through the clouds.

This kind of thing, I can't stop it at all.

Do other dharma veins also have magic weapons to suppress luck?
Wang Xuan pondered in his mind, while the ceremony continued over there.

After breaking through the clouds, the divine power of the golden incense and fire in the sacrificial altar became more and more intense, and as Guangyuan Zhenjun swung his magic sword, the earth began to rumble.

Wang Xuan rotated the candle dragon eyes to look at the qi, and saw that with the gods as the center, streaks of golden divine power scattered through the air, and at the same time, the earth qi roared and rushed.

"Where are the gods of Qinzhou!"

Zhenjun Guangyuan threw out the decree and gave a low shout.

The banner-holder behind Tu Su Ziming hurried forward to hold up the French flag, and then streaks of golden light appeared out of thin air, falling on the French flag, and there were dense figures indistinctly.

The leader is a one-eyed general in golden armor.

Wang Xuan knew that this was Ruan Xiong, the governor of Qinzhou, the famous founding general of Dayan, and also his ancestor's immediate boss.

Behind the Lord of Qinzhou, stood the land of the city gods, big and small, densely packed with hundreds of people, all with indifferent eyes, without a trace of agility.

"Where are the gods of Liangzhou!"

"Where are the gods of Longzhou!"

"Where are the gods of Bingzhou!"

As Guangyuan Zhenjun continued to call, dense golden lights fell and gathered on the Dharma flag.

Lord Bingzhou had also arrived naturally, and Wang Xuan even saw Chang Hu, the City God of Yong'an behind him, equally expressionless.

The gods and spirits in the sky gather more and more.

Everyone looked more solemn.

This is the Human Emperor Conferred God Art, which represents the orthodoxy of the human race, and is also the key to the continuation from the barbaric dark age to the present.

When the gods from the 36 prefectures gathered, Zhenjun Guangyuan also put down his dharma sword, and said in a solemn voice: "There is an order from the Supreme Being, the sky is clear and the earth is bright, welcome the gods, and recommend them to the ancestral temple."

With an order, the Gao Gongs immediately flew into the sky, landed on Tianjie, waved their whisks, and recited "Respecting the Gods and Treasures".

The captain of the 36 state government army followed closely behind, holding the flag and walking, the sky was densely packed, and the golden light and shadow were like a large army.

In the rear is the Golden Armored Imperial Forest Army, lined up with retinues, mighty and imposing.

The people along the street bowed deeply, cupped their hands to offer offerings, and at the same time prayed in their hearts for good weather in the coming year.

Of course, the festival is not that simple.

After the gods pass, there are miraculous sedan chairs and floats organized by various squares and cities, as well as music played by hundreds of craftsmen, monks and Taoists chanting sutras, saber dances, and various performances. The whole Tianjie becomes a lively ocean.

And in front of the royal family's ancestral temple, the flag-bearers also raised their flags, watching golden lights pouring into the royal family's altar, where there were sacrifices to the gods and wine to cleanse the soul, and bells, drums and ritual vessels to cleanse the dirt.

After a busy day, the ceremony is not over.

Wang Xuan suddenly turned his head.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a gaze in the crowd staring at me, but when I looked again, it disappeared instantly.

In mid-air, Zhenjun Guangyuan glanced sideways.

Among the crowd, a man in white clothes with a wind god like jade was walking barefoot, and the surrounding people turned a blind eye, still immersed in the atmosphere of celebration.

It was the Earth Immortal Blood Moon.

"There are many worries in the world of mortals, but this is the case..."

Xueyue laughed loudly, and after walking a few steps, the figure disappeared.
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On New Year's Eve, the Palace Nuo Festival.

Three Palaces and Six Courtyards, with candles burning brightly, the royal family, civil and military officials, and representatives of the aristocratic lineage all gathered in front of the Wuji Hall.

Xicai Gate and Tsing Yi Pavilion come out together, each casts magic tricks and illusions, for a while, fierce beasts roar and ghosts walk at night.

The elders of the Emperor's Church wear Nuo tools and recite ancient ballads, "The emperor is far away, the emperor of the earth is secluded, the emperor is eternal, a hundred generations and a thousand dynasties..."

The huge bonfire was lit, Wang Xuan and others were fully equipped with armor, armed with weapons and guarded by the bonfire, even Dugu Yi, Marshal of the Xiaocavalry Army, and Tai Shifu of the Paixiu Army were also there.

The bonfire blazed and flickered.

The elders of the Dihuangjiao danced the Nuo opera to drive away evil spirits.

People all over the city put up lamps similar to Kongming lanterns, and the night light candle sky is like stars.

Flying snow was falling, and the sky above the entire God City was brightly lit.

Tu Su Ziming next to him suddenly sighed, "It's another year."

Wang Xuan looked at the snowy night sky and nodded slightly, "Yes, it's another year."

In the light and shadow of the bonfire, everyone stood upright until dawn...

(End of this chapter)