Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

Chapter 1089 Loulan Sacrifice
"Your Majesty, look, it's a river!"

Entering the mountains, standing on the top of a mountain, I saw a not-so-big river running from a distance, flowing into the mountains, and then flowing out of the mountains.

There was no need for Xu Chu to remind him of this scene, Ying Shou had already noticed it.

"The scenery here is really great. It's just that sir, although the mountains are not very big, it takes a few days to climb them all. I don't know where the Wangyou Valley is!"

Ying Shou stood with his hands behind his back, letting the cold wind blow his face, and asked Master Kunlun with a smile.

Master Kunlun raised his eyebrows, this guy is really addicted to using himself now.

These words are not asking himself, they are clearly asking Jianyun.

It's just obvious that this guy didn't bother to say this to Jian Yun, so he became a windshield himself.

You know, I am quite old, how can I care about those so-called beauties in this world?
"Jian Yun, you lead the way!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with Ying Shou, Master Kunlun directly ordered Jian Yun.

"Yes, sir!"

Jian Yun handed over, he was dissatisfied with Ying Shou's lofty attitude, but his husband had endured it, and he gave orders to himself, so what could he do?
Immediately, he had no choice but to walk in front, saying: "Wangyou Valley is right in front, if you don't want to, Emperor Qin please come with me!"

The crowd followed behind Jian Yun and began to climb over the mountains.

Jian Yun's so-called reluctance was indeed reluctance to them, but Wang Shan ran to death, as an ordinary person, if he really wanted to go like this, he would have to be exhausted to death.

Even though Ying Shou and the others walked like flying, they still walked for more than two hours, and finally came to the entrance of the upper river, where there was a bare rocky mountain.

There are occasional saplings growing on the stone mountain, but it still looks bare, as if there is no grass except stones.

Not far from the foot of the stone mountain, there is a large valley at the junction of two mountains. In the valley, there is a row of exquisite buildings, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Standing here, you can overlook the rocky mountains with strange rocks, and you can also jump to see the lush green hills not far away, as well as the clear river. It is really an excellent hidden place with elegant scenes.

"Good place!"

Even though Ying Shou didn't understand those feng shui theories, he still felt an inexplicable feeling when he saw this place.

"Go, go down and have a look!"

With a wave of his big hand, Ying Shou led everyone to Shishan.

On this stone mountain, there are big stones and small stones, all in piles of stones.

Come down the mountain, walk to the river, on the bank of the river, and look around, there are even colorful pebbles, which are very beautiful.

A few people went down the river, and within a few steps, they saw a huge stone standing on the road, with the words "Wangyou Valley" written on it.

"It's here!"

Ying Shou nodded and smiled, but here, a strange rhythm came, followed by a very strange and special smell.

"This is……"

Ying Shou turned his head to look at Master Kunlun, and was about to ask some questions.

"This is the rhythm of Loulan's sacrifice, which is called chasing the soul! There is also this fragrance, which is a kind of spice secreted by Loulan. Pious use."

"In Wangyou Valley, the owner of Wuyou Villa is Loulan Saintess, and Loulan's saintess sacrifice should be going on right now!"

Before Ying Shou could ask what he wanted to say, Jian Yun who was on the side had already opened his mouth to explain.

He also saw that some Kunlun masters might understand these things, but Kunlun masters have long been too lazy to understand many things, and even if they did, they would not bother to explain them.

Ying Shou seemed to be asking Master Kunlun, but he was actually asking himself, so he didn't want Ying Shou to keep bothering his master.Instead of that, it's better to speak first.

"Saint Priestess?"

"This is quite interesting, it seems that today is the right time!"

Ying Shou raised his eyebrows. For future generations, Loulan is a legendary country. For thousands of years, countless people have been exploring Loulan, but unfortunately they have gained very little.

Later generations know very little about this Loulan culture, let alone other things.

It is not bad for Ying Shou to have a chance to watch the Loulan sacrifice today.

Immediately, Ying Shou walked straight into the villa without being polite.

From a distance, Ying Shou saw that in the building complex, there was a huge round platform on the bank of the river. The round platform was so big that it completely covered the sky above the entire river, allowing the river to flow underneath.

Looking carefully, the round platform covers an area of ​​more than a hundred square meters.

On the round platform, there are sixteen fire stands in all directions. In the braziers on the fire stands, a raging fire is burning, and those fragrances are wafting from the fire.

Among those fire frames, there are also sixteen flower drums.

There are people standing on the front and back of each flower drum, and the one standing on the front is a woman, dressed in strange clothes.

Of course, these strange costumes are not only for people from other countries, but also for Loulan people, because these are Loulan sacrificial clothes.

The sacrificial attire, with bare arms and waist, only wears a tube top, and the skirt only reaches the thighs. It is mixed with blue, black and green, giving people a very dazzling and calm feeling.

Every woman wearing sacrificial clothing has some strange paints on her face, forming various patterns, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

Standing on the front of the flower drum is a woman, and standing on the back is a man.

These men were also wearing sacrificial clothes, but their sacrificial clothes were different from those of the women.

Their arms are tied with rattan bandages, ghost masks are worn on their heads, and long feathers are inserted in their hair. All of them are naked from the upper body, showing their strong muscles, and wearing a pair of coarse cloth half-short trousers on their lower bodies. There are long colorful beards on the trouser legs, and the faces are painted with mysterious paint colors like those women.

These people, whether male or female, are doing their best at this moment, beating the flower drums, performing sacred songs to worship ancestors, chasing souls.

While these people were playing music with flower drums, in the middle of the round platform, a beautiful figure, also wearing sacrificial clothes, danced gracefully.

Her dance is exquisite and agile, but it is different from the dance of the Central Plains. In her dance, it seems that the colors of the world are changing with her dance. It seems that at this moment, she is the center of this world.

Similarly, this woman's sacrificial attire is completely different from other women's.

The sacrificial clothes of other women are very short, as if they are close to the ancient ancestors. The slender thighs, slender waist, straight collarbone, etc. are all exposed, just like the ancestors who had no clothes in ancient times.

Only this dancing girl, her clothes are also close to those of her ancestors, revealing her beautiful collarbone, lower abdomen and waist, only her slender legs are all covered by the long skirt.

Her skirt is very long, like a swallowtail on the ground, swinging as she dances, adding a bit of mystery.

(End of this chapter)