Things seem to get easier.

As long as Qi Xiao is willing to speak, what's the difficulty of protecting a bamboo and green jade?

The excitement in his heart only a moment ago was extinguished by Jiang Wang.

If things were really easy, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't have been in advance without any sneering.

Just think about it, what is the possibility of a real person like Qi Xiao, a general guarding the Cassin Island, who was personally sent to Tianyatai to challenge the rules of the sea festival for a disciple whose cultivation was abandoned?

Not to mention that Jiang Wang does not have such face. Even Jiang Wuyou is still far from it.

Jiang Wuyou did not mention this matter in advance. The only explanation was that she was not sure whether Qi Xiao could come.

There was a discussion before that she had gone to Cassia Island to operate so that the generals who were close to her could participate in this sea festival on behalf of Cassia Island. In order to speak for Zhu Biqiong at critical moments.

And Qi Xiao, the commander of the Xia Zijun, was not in their plan before.

Jiang Wuyou didn't see Jiang Wang in the crowd, and she couldn't contact her privately at this moment. But she sat upright in the main seat, sitting side by side with the real person, calmly.

Anyway, beyond expectations, things are going in a positive direction.

Jiang Wang quickly made an inference in his heart

Qi Xiao decided to go to Tianyatai for some reason. That reason may be the same as Yang Feng from Yanggu. Now, probably only people at their level can know it.

Jiang Wuyou seized the opportunity and was able to walk with Qi Xiao with his identity as the Palace Master of Huaying. This was undoubtedly a successful takeover.

No matter what the people on Tianya are thinking.

In the main seat, Chongguang Zhenren looked ahead, his voice was dull, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Since both generals Yang and Qi have arrived, and the bright moon rises again, the sea festival has officially begun!"

A tall and thin old man walked to the main seat and shouted: "Get happy!"

This person is Hai Jingping, the elder of the Guzong who Jiang Wang knew, and one of the four elders who were responsible for the practice of this sea festival ceremony.

  Dongdongdong, dongdongdongdong!

The heavy war drum evoked with him.

Then there was the desolate horn sound that echoed in the night sky.

A quick sound passed and spread throughout Qianyue Island.

After nine consecutive horns.

On the Tianya Platform, on the entire Xinyue Island, countless people opened their lips and sang.

Thousands of subtle songs came from all directions, gathered together, becoming grand, vast, and shocking.

The song sang

“The sky is covered with clouds, and the vastness is back.

I wish to hold the long tassel and fight the sea of ​​anger today.

Why am I afraid of breaking my armor?

Where did I come from when I cherish my body and care about my life?

I have a strong body, and I will dismantle every battle drum.

I am full of passion and blood, and it is so pleasant to sprinkle the sky!

 Mother loses my clothes, and my son loses my arms.

Where does the soul return? Jade Broken Spirit Platform!"

This memorial song, called "Return of the Soul", is to call on the return of the hero, but it sings from the perspective of a warrior.

The soldiers fought bravely and were not afraid of sacrifice. They wanted to tear off their bones, shed their blood, and threw their lives on the sea.

But does he really have no attachment?

His mother lost her child and wanted to sew clothes for her child again, but she didn't know who to deliver it to.

His child lost his father and wanted his father's arms, but he could never come again.

But, but.

But even so, there is no need to ask where "my" soul will be.

"I" died here, completely awake, completely free, as noble and innocent as jade, and died in the sea.

The pain of one person and one family is to avoid the sorrow of thousands of households.

Ordinary seamen heard the head of the family fighting against the unpredictable sea and seeking life. In this memorial song, what extraordinary monks saw were generations of extraordinary powers, fighting on the sea and dying on the sea.

  From the human race and face the sea.

No matter men, women, young and old, no matter what cultivation or identity, Jiang Wang saw that everyone around him were singing this eulogy. Some were excited, while others were crying.

In the midst of the crowd of singing, he couldn't help but be infected by a kind of force. He also opened his voice and followed the tune. He had never heard of this song before, nor had he sang it. But it naturally came into it.

There is a great power that exists in everyone's heart. It is an identity for the "human race" and a great expectation for the common destiny of the human race.

The song ended, and tears filled my eyes almost.

For thousands of years, generations of extraordinary monks have fought in the sea and in the sea, fighting for the safety and danger of the human race.

In comparison, those personal grudges, honors and disgraces, and those who fight for power and profit, all seem so small!

The Tianya Platform was silent for a moment, as if these extraordinary monks present had been briefly immersed in some kind of touch.

And the elder of the Diaohailou Guardian Sect, Hai Jingping, spoke again: "The sea sacrifice ceremony is a grand event for the sea people! Once a year, the sea level waves are swayed!"

He is talking about the tradition of the sea festival ceremony.

Ordinary sea people may not know, they only know that on the day of the sea festival, the sea is often calm. But the extraordinary monks present can know more or less a little.

The day of the sea festival every year is the day when the human race’s strong people work hard to clear the sea border.

In order to welcome the return of heroes, on this day, no sea tribe is allowed to appear within forty-four miles of the human race boundary in the mystery world. No matter what kind of sea tribe it is, no matter how strong it is, as long as it is within forty-four miles of the human race boundary on this day, it will be frantically suppressed and killed at any cost.

This rule is called "Jinghai Pingbo".

Of course, the sea tribe cannot agree to any decision of the human tribe, but as the blood flows down year by year, it has also recognized this "tradition".

Although it has never been officially recognized, the sea tribe is extremely calm on the fourth day of April every year.

This day is also a rare day of peace that has been fighting for years.

But all extraordinary monks should know that the sea is not as calm as it was.

Hai Jingping stood in front of the main seat, facing the guests.

He whispered loudly: "To welcome the heroic spirits back, we should first clear the Chen bed."

"When the heroes return from the sea, they should sacrifice their lives with their treacherous and slandered people!"

Jiang Wang's heart was thrilled. He knew that the important moment was coming, so he could only wait with his breath.

But listened to Hai Jingping and continued: "Forty-five people who have any mercy sins will be given here, which can be a blood sacrifice!"

His eyes became sharp, and he glanced left and right, as if warning those treacherous villains who were evil in their hearts, and said, "Now this peaceful and peaceful good day was won by countless martyrs fighting with blood. These people are not kind, disrespectful, abandon their faith and righteousness, and do not be sons of man! They should be punished by the extreme to comfort the heroes!"

He waved his hand: "Send the sacrifice!"

  Dongdong! BOOM!

The sound of war drums rose again.

In the middle of Tianya Platform, a stone slab slowly slid open, revealing the square hole and the long stone steps under the hole.

  Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!

  A neat, the sound of stepping up the steps.

The tall armored soldiers wearing black armor, in groups of two, and prisoners in shackles, walked up to the Tianya Platform step by step from the stone steps.

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(I won’t show off anymore. This eulogy for "The Return of the Soul" is not written casually. I have been thinking about it for a long time. Emmm...
Chapter completed!