Unruly Xiaohuangxian: God asks for a hug

Chapter 78
Chapter 88 Li Daitao Stiffness

Of course there is a reason. Since Mitu is the only one against her, she will naturally have to make a small plan to make some troubles in her temple and force him to come out to deal with it. Maybe the man will come back, so that she can follow He apologized.

She already knew that she was wrong, but Mitu had disappeared, and she couldn't find a chance to say sorry to Mitu.

But she doesn't want others to know about this, so she won't say it.

"It's just for fun." Ming Qing replied casually, looking a little careless.

"A few of us passed by here, and we happened to encounter such a grand event as worshiping the gods. Out of curiosity, we stayed for a few more days, but we didn't want to discover something by accident."

Although he didn't explain the reason in detail, Zhu Cheng's words seemed more formal. He explained his purpose of coming and hoped that the woman could provide them with some useful information, which would be more beneficial to them.

"Yeah, you can tell us what difficulties you have, and we may be able to help you. To be honest, we haven't heard of such unreasonable things as sacrificing living people to gods."

Hua Xiangxue gently persuaded, what she said was the truth, a cultivator pays attention to compassion, and will not kill unless absolutely necessary, let alone a high god, let alone do things that despise life.

"Woooo..." The woman suddenly covered her face and sobbed.

This startled Ming Qing, although she loves to cry, but she can't see others crying in front of her, especially crying so sadly.

Ming Qing suddenly became at a loss: "If you have something to say, please don't cry."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the two people beside her. They didn't respond, they just watched quietly, as if this was expected, she had no choice but to stop talking and turned her head to the woman.

The woman's crying gradually stopped, Hua Xiangxue handed her the handkerchief, and said softly, "Speak."

The woman took the handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and nodded. She first bowed her knees to give the three of them a salute, and said:

"Shui Yun'er, a little girl, lives by the Mo River. She lost her parents in her early years, and she has been learning Taoism from the master in the temple for more than three years. But this year, the master told me that the saint selected this year is me. I am ready.

Others don't know what it is to sacrifice to the gods, and they think it is a matter of supreme glory to be led by the envoys of the gods, to reach the upper realm, to become immortals and live forever, but I have been with the master for three years, but I know that it is not like this at all. "

She slowly narrated, feeling sad and crying again.

"The woman who is chosen as the saint will be tied to the bamboo raft and flow down the ink. There will be no angels to pick her up, but she will sink into the ink, or be drowned, or be drowned. If the water monster eats it, it will die without a whole body."

Ming Qing and the three looked at each other, obviously no one thought that the truth would be like this.

At first, Ming Qing thought that some ascetics were playing tricks to exaggerate their abilities and gain a good reputation.

Now it seems that things seem to have deviated from my imagination.

"I'm only twenty years old this year, and I'm still so young. I really don't want to die like this, but I don't have the right to refuse at all." Shui Yun'er cried.

"What do you think?" Zhu Cheng folded his arms around his chest, looked at the two, and asked.

"What is the truth, we will know tomorrow." Ming Qing raised her eyebrows and replied confidently.

It's not that she is conceited, in this small human world, she really doesn't pay attention to the majestic phoenix beast, intervening in this matter, one is that this matter involves the reputation of Lost, and she does not allow anyone to slander; Mitu was forced out, didn't she not want her, so she wouldn't be thrown away.

Then, she patted Shui Yuner's shoulder proudly, and said, "Don't worry, we will help you, and we will definitely not let you die in vain."

"Uh……"

The other three were obviously taken aback by her words, and stood there in a daze, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing them stunned, Ming Qing realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed her words: "We won't let you have an accident."

The next day, the three of Ming Qing followed the crowd to the altar to worship the gods, and the saintess went out. It was the same as yesterday's parade, but today it was more lively.

The altar was built on the bank of the river, surrounded by flowers on both sides, and extended to the middle of the river. It was not solemn, but very elegant, as if it was designed according to personal preferences.

In Ming Qing's eyes, it looks like the ferry has been remodeled.

The more this is the case, the more strange it seems. If you don't look at it, you don't know it. You can see that there are many violations at first glance.

At the end of the altar was a bamboo raft decorated with flowers, it seemed that Shui Yun'er was right.

The three of them looked at each other, the meaning was self-evident, all they had to do now was wait.

The sacrifice to the gods was carried out step by step. Although the altar was simple, the process was not simple at all.

Ming Qing looked up at the time, a little impatient, and couldn't help complaining: "When will it end, why is it so complicated?"

Zhu Cheng looked at her and asked with concern: "What's the matter, are you hungry?"

Ming Qing shook her head and said, "No, I just feel so bored."

"Don't worry, it will be over soon." Zhu Cheng comforted.

Ming Qing nodded indiscriminately, she was sleepy, covered her mouth and yawned.

"If Miss Mingqing is tired, sit on the rock over there and have a rest." "Hua Xiangxue" suggested.

"No, our plan should start soon, I'd better stand here for a while, so as not to miss it for a while." Ming Qing refused.

"Hua Xiangxue" nodded, but didn't say anything.

The last step has been carried out over there, and the people who sent the bamboo raft away have already swam back.

Ming Qing glanced at Zhu Cheng, who nodded to her, and the three quickly followed the bamboo raft.

At this time, the bamboo raft had drifted out for a certain distance, and it was going faster and faster.

Ink City is surrounded by mountains and rivers. On the back of it is a mountain called Busan, and the ink flows into the mountain. Yes, the Ink River is a counter-flow river. No one knows where it originated, nor where it ends. It's just the legend that ink reaches the sky.

The bamboo raft has reached the mountain stream, which is a dangerous area that people in ink city dare not set foot in. The current is so fast that the people on the bamboo raft have already felt that the bamboo raft is leaking and sinking.

No wonder Shui Yun'er said that the sacrificed saint was either drowned or eaten by fish monsters.

Such a turbulent water flow has a very strong impact. No matter how strong the bamboo raft is, it cannot withstand the long-term impact of the water flow.

And once falling into the water, no matter how good the water quality is, it is difficult for people to swim ashore, because the two sides of the current are steep cliffs, several feet high, and it is impossible for ordinary people to climb up with bare hands, let alone a weak woman.

When Shui Yun'er was thinking about this, no, it should be Hua Xiangxue.

When they were discussing last night, they proposed this method of Li replacing Tao's stiffness.

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