The little girl hides her secrets

Chapter 50 50. Dangerous
A group of guards carried things and set up a high platform in the center of the hall.

After about a stick of incense, a group of white-clothed men with celestial spirits came to the center of the hall with wooden swords in their hands, led by Zhijing and Zhixian.

If you look closely, you can see that the blades of each wooden sword are engraved with complicated patterns, and the patterns are different.

They stood upright around the high platform, their eyes were cold, and their clothes fluttered in the wind.

With a sullen face, the celestial master was escorted to the high platform by the guards.

Different from the white clothes in the past, he is wearing a black robe today, holding a dust whisk in his hand, which is extremely thick and complicated.The long hem drags to the ground, making it inconvenient to walk.

The black robe is densely covered with golden words, Yun Yao can't understand, it should be some kind of special scriptures.

After the celestial master stood still, everyone remained motionless and looked straight ahead, as if waiting for some important moment.

Yun Yao stared at them blankly, and really didn't think there was any difference between them and those Maoshan Taoist priests.

If you have to say it, it may be that the props look more expensive.

On the other hand, Han Qimin next to him stared devoutly and longingly at the Celestial Master, as if he wanted to sacrifice himself to it.

The corner of Yun Yao's mouth twitched, not knowing how crowded it would be outside the palace.

Suddenly, a bell sounded from nowhere, thick and long, three times, and Yun Yao's heart trembled when it struck.

The celestial master on the high platform moved, he closed his eyes, swept the whisk, his body spun around, and took steps that Yun Yao couldn't understand.

Every step he took was extremely powerful and regular, as if there was some kind of law that could keep him on the high platform.

A gust of wind was picked up by his whisk and blew over Yun Yao's head. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Tianshi's hem hasn't landed since he made the movement. He seems to be tireless and just danced like that for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dry and hot day became cloudy and cold.

The ministers were also shocked by this scene, and they all supported their hair crowns to avoid being blown away.

The celestial master kept sweeping his whisk, and saw that the whisk seemed to have absorbed something, and it turned red slowly from the end until it was completely soaked.

Yun Xi coughed coldly twice, her lips became paler and paler.

Yun Yao poked Han Qimin's shoulder, and he came to his senses this time, took off his coat and handed it to Yun Yao, shivering himself.

A piece of cloth suddenly fell in front of Yun Xi, he was stunned for a moment, and saw Yun Yao standing behind him, putting Han Qimin's clothes on her body.

The shirt was dirty, and there was dust on the cuffs from when Han Qimin knelt on the ground.

Suddenly the golden light burst out on the stage, and the golden inscriptions on Tianshi's body suddenly peeled off from him, turning into a series of golden pillars, standing around the main hall, reaching straight to the sky, shining the main hall shiningly.

Yun Yao's heart throbbed violently, a sweetness gushed out of her throat, and her ears buzzed, as if someone had pressed a loudspeaker on her heart, making the beating sound vibrate in her ears.

This celestial master is playing for real.

Yun Yao realized this, and suddenly remembered the experience of falling asleep on Beijing Road, and felt that he had something to do with this old man.

She swallowed the blood in her mouth, grabbed the armrest of Yun Xi's chair with one hand, stabilized her figure, and prevented others from seeing her strangeness.

The celestial masters on the stage were still dancing, faster and faster and more violently.

Yun Yao couldn't see other people's reactions, but felt that every time the whisk swept across the air, the space was distorted, pulling her soul.

She was about to explode in pain, feeling that she was being held in the hands of a murderer, and her skin and flesh were forcibly separated with a knife.

Suddenly she saw something escape from Tianshi's body, and then he turned into an empty shell, with empty eyes, dancing and waving like a walking dead.

The body seemed to beckoning to her, trying to suck her in from those empty eyes.

The pain of Yun Yao's being stripped was unbearable, she insisted on it, feeling that her thinking became blurred.

Wouldn't it be painful if she stopped struggling?

Han Qimin who was next to her patted her, but asked earnestly, "Are you okay, you don't look well."

Yun Yao was taken aback, startled by the dangerous thought just now, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, it's just a little cold."

Upon hearing this, Yun Xi looked at the dirty coat on her body, and frowned slightly.

The celestial master is still seducing Yun Yao's soul, and the man in white in the outer ring has never moved.

With sharp eyes, Yun Yao spotted the man in white clothes who was closest to her, the lines on the sword were slightly shining red.

And the man in white didn't seem to notice.

Enduring the severe pain, Yun Yao tried hard to find a way to save herself. She was shaking so badly that her pale face was bloodless.

She felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

Yun Xi sensed the same thing, and glanced at the thinly dressed girl, and her small hands that were leaning on the back of the chair, pinching the white fingertips.

He suddenly started coughing violently.

He coughed until he couldn't sit still, the hair crown fell off, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.His hair was falling out, and he was coughing more and more, as if he would quack if he couldn't get any breath.

Yun Yao suddenly couldn't tell which one would go first, she or Yun Xi.

Emperor Shao noticed something strange, and when he saw Yun Xi coughing like this, he frowned.

It was past You hour, and the celestial master had already danced for five hours. Emperor Shao had long been impatient. Seeing that his capable generals were about to be blown away, he could no longer sit still and stood up impatiently.

Emperor Shao was not angry, and when he stood up, everyone's eyes were on him.

His sonorous voice was still unaffected by the gusts of wind: "I don't know how long this ceremony will last?"

The celestial master continued to dance as if he couldn't hear it, and the disciples below looked at each other and bowed their heads guilty.

To be honest, they don't know when to stop, because this is a forbidden secret technique, and the master didn't give it to them.

The master only said that they knew when it was time to stop.

When Emperor Shao saw how guilty they were, he was immediately furious: "Did I put down so many official memorials to see you messing around?"

The ministers below also responded one after another. They all stood for five hours, and felt that their bones were about to fall apart. I really don't understand how the celestial master danced for so long.

Han Qimin has already been frozen into an ice cream, so there is no need to talk about his respect for the Celestial Master at this moment.

Yun Yao was still holding on, and the disciples of the Celestial Master were obviously not much better, they felt heavy pressure, and if it didn't end soon, His Majesty might make them feel overwhelmed.

Everyone looked at Zhijing and Zhixian. They are the closed disciples of the Celestial Master. They should know when to stop.

But neither of them knew.

"I'll give you another half an hour," Shao Huang said, "If you don't stop after half an hour, my ministers can't stand it."

When the veterans heard this, they felt mixed feelings in their hearts. They didn't expect His Majesty to care about them so much.

Yun Xi was already coughing so badly that she was about to faint, so she closed her eyes and took a nap weakly.

Zhijing Zhixian looked at each other. Isn't it time for this situation to stop?

They nodded to the disciples, and the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and all began to lower their heads and close their eyes, muttering something.

The celestial master was still dancing, his godless eyes were like two black holes, the tearing Yun Yao's eyes were cracked, and cold sweat flowed out.

She was able to survive until now because she had bled and been shot in her previous life, and her tolerance for pain was beyond ordinary people.

She was praying with the last of her consciousness that they would be over.

(End of this chapter)