[Peerless Double Pride Flower Fish] Jianghu Liuhe

A copper box appeared in the middle of the altar, carved with cypress patterns, with many densely packed small holes, its body was about the size of a cat, and nine maids dressed in bright red stood on both sides, standing with their hands down.

Hua Wuque watched from a distance, and could feel a chill coming out of the box.At this time, although the people around did not show any signs of expression, they were extremely sensitive to martial arts practitioners.

Looking at the altar again, one of them held up the copper box and placed it on his chest.Si Li took the delivery from the maid at the side, lit a stick of incense, and stuck it on the top of the box.The smoke curled up and wrapped around the people on the stage, looking very much like a mirage from a distance.

There was no more noise from the beginning in the arena, and he was fully focused on the scene in front of him.The maids who were waiting on the side were also looking for the right time to pour tea to the guests, and their movements were capable without delay.

The maid holding the copper box stood on the sacrificial altar from the ground, Si Li also left the stage, came to Xuanfu Si and whispered something, only to see him nodding, and bowed again.

The maid turned around, held a copper bell in her right hand, and shook it vigorously.The ringing sound was crisp and faint, causing everyone to look around.But before finishing this side, the other eight people over there have already walked slowly around the sacrificial altar while waving the white ribbons on their bodies, singing in their mouths——

"Pray to the heavens, pour rain and dew, and the Xuanshen of the North, bless me——!"

"Pray to the heavens, pour rain and dew, and the Xuanshen of the North, bless me——!"

"Pray to the heavens, pour rain and dew, and the Xuanshen of the North, bless me——!"

The singing is melodious and the dance steps are peculiar. Surrounded by cigarettes, it looks like a fairy.The eight people stood on tiptoe and twirled, and the maid in the middle who was holding the copper box stood with her eyes closed, and the cold air in the copper box also rose and was blown away in the wind.

People were blinded by such actions, but the expressions on their faces became solemn and pious, as if they were immersed in it.There are still whispers passing by, praising the dance, and saying, is it really necessary to usher in the god of northern Xuanwu?

Seeing that the two people behind him were silent, Lin Qiyang said to himself, "This is the soul dance."

Hua Wuque was shocked by the sight in front of him, and praised: "It's beautiful! What's in that box?"

Lin Qiyang shook his head.Ling Xiao looked at Hua Wuque next to him again, seeing that he was holding a folding fan in his hand calmly, and his heart was somewhat clear.She deliberately deceived herself and asked, "Can't you say a few words?"

Hua Wuque withdrew his gaze from looking into the distance, "I know soul dance."

The soul dance is a ritual similar to the ancient ghost dance. Except for the person in the middle holding the box, the other eight people all hold weapons, including swords, knives, axes, sticks, whips, and rings. , with guns and forks, these eight weapons symbolize the omnipotent people and represent the vast land.

At this time, the stage was still going on, and the singing was getting louder and louder, like the tension during preparation for a battle, especially piercing.The ups and downs caused everyone to change their expressions, and they were sure to be surprised.But seeing that Xuan Fusi was unmoved, he couldn't help respecting him secretly.

Before everyone could react, there was a sudden sense of depression, and a gust of wind blew into the altar violently. Except for the eight people in the dance, the person on the altar took a step back holding the copper box, The ribbon in the hair was also scraped off in the air, forming an arc and slowly falling to the ground.

Everyone present couldn't dodge in time, they all said "ah", and their robes were blown into cylinders.

Everyone was still sighing, but they saw that Xuan Fusi stood up and looked at the maid holding the copper box with a look of urgency.Everyone didn't dare to continue to sit still, so they also stood up and looked over frequently.

After the gust of wind passed, everyone looked thoughtfully at the copper box held by the maid.The sacrificial altar, which only accommodated one person, was a little empty, with only a long white column carved with patterns and chains on the left and right, and the maid was collected in the center.The rest is the silk cloth gathered by the rope.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, the box became very cold, and it was accompanied by a vibration from time to time.

Only Xuan Fu Si Lang said: "God bless my Daming!"

Seeing that a consecration ceremony has reached an important stage, everyone was a little excited.Many of them are literati, and literati have a heartfelt sentiment, pens can be like soldiers, denounce corrupt officials, and report great ambitions.

After the eight maids in the arena completed the steps of the Soul Requiem Dance, their weapons raised and lowered with their movements, bringing out bursts of icy cold air, coiled over the Dragon Head Mountain, and uniformly entered the gap in the copper box.Here Xuan Fusi has stepped into the arena, holding a wine bottle full of wine in his hand, looking up at the maid.

The maid bowed down three times in a row before handing over the copper box to the other party, and then she could not afford to kneel.

Xuan Fusi turned around, his eyes were like black stars, and his gestures were full of leisurely air.He shook open the copper box with zhenqi under the eyes of everyone, and the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a thick cold air, which filled the arena like mist, and was blown away by the wind and floated on everyone.

The cold air invaded the body, causing everyone to be excited, and quickly rubbed their arms, exchanged their heads and changed their ear canals: It's really cold!

Ling Xiao also crossed his hands on his chest, and said to Hua Wuque, "Is it cold?"

Hua Wuque smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."

What is in the copper box?It has obviously whetted everyone's appetite.They all stretched their necks, hoping to have a closer look.But the eyeballs are also clever things, and they kept circling on that Xuan Fusi, being overwhelmed by his aura, he just stared blankly with his mouth open.

But seeing that Xuan Fusi stretched out his hand to hold something, he looked around at the people present, they took a closer look and found that he was holding a lazy white turtle in his hand.About the size of a teapot, the shell is as white as jade, clear and smooth, and the mouth is still absorbing the cold air that spreads around.

It slowly stretched out its head, looked back at the owner who was supporting it, and then looked around.

Although turtles are common, no one has ever seen a white one.Moreover, even though the God of Xuanwu is a turtle-snake fit, no one has seen it with his own eyes.With this staring, they all thought that the North Xuanshen had been summoned, everyone was dumbfounded, they all stood up and lowered their heads to this side, not daring to do anything wrong.What's more, they also said loudly——

"Good! Good!"

When looking back from a distance, Hua Wuque suddenly saw that Xuan Fusi had gone back to his seat, he crossed his legs, stretched out his hand to his forehead, and stared at him from a long distance, with a smile on his mouth, which was profoundly meaningful and pleasing to the eye. A move in my heart.

Hua Wuque suddenly had an illusion that he only had that person in his eyes, as if he was born in nature, leaping domineeringly into his eyes in this spacious place.

Hua Wuque smiled and said, "He's Xuan Fusi."

Ling Xiao turned his head like lightning.

Hua Wuque looked at her and said with a smile, "Then who are you?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and he said, "I, an unknown person."

Hua Wuque said, "Look at the top."

At the corner of the sacrificial altar, in front of the stakes erected with silk cloth, a man fell straight to the ground.That was the maid who was holding the copper box just now, her face was smeared with makeup, revealing hideous tattoos, deeply pierced into her flesh and blood.She was lying on the ground with a pale face, black blood was still hanging on her mouth, and she occasionally twitched a few times.

Before she died, she said something, which was far away and no one could hear it clearly, but Hua Wuque heard it: "Hehehe, I didn't expect that I became an abandoned child, it's ridiculous." While speaking, he spurted a mouthful of blood , a worm crawled out from the tattoo on her face, along with the blood from the seven orifices, climbing down the rock, it was as terrifying as a ghost.

She was already dead, her face was nested by Gu worms, and now a big hole was broken, bleeding profusely.The audience was horrified, and looking at Xuan Fusi, he was still motionless.

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