Strange Worlds: The Sequence

Beiting Mountain, the southwest pass.

As the gateway to Changxi Mansion, Beiting Mountain is the only entry and exit point between Jiujiang Province and Eastern Hunan Province. Even Chen Yuyan took this road when he went to the Yufu Mansion of a senior official in Eastern Hunan.

The mountains in other places are steep and steep, and there is no possibility of turning over unless they can fly hundreds of feet out of thin air.

When the breeze blows, the setting sun fades away, driven away by the gray-red evening atmosphere.

A group of people arrived at the southwest pass at the most desolate time of sunset.

All of them are dressed in black robes and masks.

It was Chen Yuyan and the others.

Relying on the ability of Biyue Pei and Taisu Yin Talisman to cover up the secrets, Chen Yuyan took Jiang Wenyu and Li Wen out of Heluo County without too much effort.

Like Jiang Wenyu, Li Wen was also willing to join the Heavenly Demons and treat him as the master.

It was only because Chen Yuyan promised him that he could give him the power to take revenge.

If in the past, someone told Li Wen that as long as he was the master, he would be able to give him strength, Li Wen would definitely have scoffed.

He firmly believes that only the strength obtained by oneself is the most real.

But at this time he had no choice.

Desperate, hopeless.

"Dead, dead, all dead."

"Father, Mother, Uncle Buhu, and Xiao Zhou..."

This was the first sentence Li Wen uttered after he was rescued by Chen Yuyan, looking at the expressionless Jiang Wenyu with dull eyes.

Half an hour ago, he was still the young master of Sifang Martial Arts School; half an hour later, he became a lonely and desperate man.

Li Wen had no choice.

What's more, the "Da Zi Zai Tian" in front of him also signed a [Law Series] bond contract with him. If he can't fulfill his promise, the spiritual brand he set will be directly invalid.

"Shen Yin, what are you doing standing there?"

Kuhan turned back, looked at Li Wen who was standing there in a daze, and urged.

Li Wen was stunned for a long while before realizing that Kuhan was calling her.

Yeah, he calls it "God Drink" now.

Li Wen was already dead.

When he came back to his senses, Li Wen's expression under the mask became indifferent, followed the two people who were walking in front, and arrived at the gate of the southwest pass.

The three of Chen Yuyan's outfits were too conspicuous. When they reached the gate of the city, the Huansha Sword Sect's disciples were already waiting.

Dozens of disciples stood on the city wall, led by a swordsman who looked like a famous scholar, frowning at the three who came who were not kind.

"Who is coming, quickly take off my mask and report your name, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to the Huansha Sword Sect."

Huansha Sword Sect disciple said coldly.

What responded to them was a strange and magical sound that resounded through the world.

Artistic Conception Demon!

...

Walking up the pass where corpses were strewn across the field, Kuhan and Shenyin both looked at the burly figure in front of them with complicated expressions.

It turns out that someone is really strong enough to fight against a hundred, even seemingly effortlessly.

Bitter Cold was even more shocked.

When Da Zizaitian rescued her, he used a knife, and now he saw that Da Zizaitian's attainments in spiritual esoteric methods are so high.

She couldn't help feeling curious.

What kind of person is this guy?

But they didn't know that Chen Yuyan, who was walking in the front, had a ferocious face under the mask at this moment, and felt that his head was dizzy and about to explode.

With his current strength, it is still too difficult to confuse so many warriors.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so the two of them couldn't see how embarrassed they were.

Passing through the southwest pass of Beiting Mountain, Chen Yuyan turned around, looked at the two people in front of him and said, "When you get here, you are basically safe."

"Do you remember what I arranged for you, the bitter cold went to the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions, the Wangchuan River under the Amitabha Peak, the missing half body of the former magician "Bone Buddha" Monk Jiayuan and the "Bone Bliss Rebirth Sutra" are in the river, ah Near the Red River."

"Shenyin went to Hou'er Cave in southern Xinjiang. Seven hundred years ago [Wine Sequence] Yuan Sanhan's wine-making skills and dozens of wine recipes were engraved on the back of the Monkey King in Hou'er Cave. .”

Chen Yuyan turned around and walked away.

His voice came from a distance, "Give us half a year to obtain the inheritance, and after half a year, we will meet at Zhuzi Peak in Jiangdong."

"If you can't even get the inheritance, the demons don't need such waste!"

Behind Chen Yuyan, Kuhan and Shenyin knelt down on one knee and said respectfully:

"Slave, send my lord respectfully."

After the figure of Da Zi Zai Tian disappeared, the two got up.

They looked at each other and left without saying anything.

One headed north, one headed south.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the smoke from Banyang is reddish at first, but is gradually overwhelmed by the dusk, and is covered behind a layer of gray-purple veil.

at last.

All dissolved in the mist of evening.

Shenyin looked up at the sky, the flames of hatred burning in his heart.

"Wine Ape" Yuan Sanhan, the third in the latitude list seven hundred years ago.

His wine making skills and wine recipes are treasures that countless [Wine Sequence] warriors dream of.

Father, mother, and everyone.

Don't worry.

Soon, very soon, Ah Wen will help you pay off this blood feud!

...

Yuntao Province, Donghe Mansion, Qingke County.

The mountains are vast and the night is hazy.

Thick fireworks enveloped the entire Qingke County, making it look beautiful.

The lights in the county town are brightly lit, and the city is orange-colored. Lanterns are hung every step on both sides of the street, forming a light belt that gathers like a dragon.

The squares and streets in the city are criss-crossed, piece by piece, like a ribbon, and all the people who saw this scene from a height were all in a daze, as if they saw the ribbon dropped by the fairy in the sky.

This is the most famous and grand "Dragon Festival" in the Xiangjiang River Basin.

In Yuntao Province, the Dragon Festival is mostly held on the third day of March and the sixth day of June.

Dragon sacrifices are divided into major sacrifices and minor sacrifices. The minor sacrifice involves slaughtering pigs and chickens, while the major sacrifice involves slaughtering cattle. The ritual is presided over by a highly respected leader in the city known as the "dragon head".

Each household buys all pigs, chickens, ducks and other sacrifices by itself, and the men of the family go to offer sacrifices. During the sacrifices, production is suspended for three days.

And Qingke County presides over the Dragon Festival, of course, is the Twelve Links.

To be precise, it is Yanziwu.

As for the Nanming officials in Qingke County, they are only responsible for managing the people's livelihood and never dare to dictate to Twelve Links.

Even when there is a need for the Twelve Links, they have to meet all the requirements of the former. This is the treatment that the top forces in the world should receive.

The sky is pitch black, and the lights on the ground can't be extinguished.

The crowd was boisterous and jubilant.

Rushing shoulders and heels, crowds of people.

When it is a hundred steps away from the river, there are fewer pedestrians, because further inwards, only those who practice martial arts can enter.

There are gang members from the Twelve Links Wharf guarding the boundary with their armor, and the guards are not serious. As long as the visitor shows his internal strength, he can go to the riverside and sit on the seat prepared early.

In places a hundred steps away from the riverside, high platforms are temporarily built, and tables and chairs are placed on them. You only need to spend a few silver taels to occupy the high and low places, so that you can enjoy the splendor of the Dragon Festival.

When the night was getting darker, I raised my eyes to look around, and there were already crowded people, and I couldn't see the side. Some people even walked all the way after leaving the city, and their toes didn't even touch the ground.

Qingke County has a population of tens of thousands, and almost all of them come to participate in the Dragon Festival today, and tourists from neighboring cities and counties are also mixed in, making the scene even more crowded.

If it weren't for the arrangement of the Twelve Links, the outside of the city was divided into blocks, which were also divided by iron chains and cables. Every few steps, there would be blazing pillars of fire illuminating the scene brightly.

Otherwise, the scene would have been chaotic, and I don't know how many people would be trampled to death.

rumble--

Suddenly, the drum beat loudly.

It was deafening and resounded through the sky.

The auspicious time has come, and the Dragon Festival has begun.

Groups of naked-chested brawny men moved in unison by the riverside, and the drumsticks in their hands fell heavily.

The fisherwoman behind her shook the musical instrument in her hand, as if she was passing orders, and also seemed to be making sacrifices to the gods.

Boom——

Just as the throng of people watching the ceremony was muffled, a sudden thunder exploded, splitting a white light between the sky and the earth, completely suppressing the voices of all the people in a radius of ten miles.

Immediately afterwards, dozens or hundreds of streamers shot up into the sky.

The sound of the explosion resounded through the sky.

Pairs of eyes lifted up on the ground, and there were bright lights in the eyes, as if the stars were lit.

Fireworks are set off at the opening of the Dragon Festival.

A series of rustling sounds sounded, changing rapidly, gracefully unfolding smiling faces of light yellow, silver, white, green, lavender, blue, blue and pink. The huge fireworks bloomed in the air, and the petals fell like rain.

A delicate flower blooms in the night sky, and its beauty is reflected in the pupils of the crowd below, like a woman who is overwhelmed by the city and country, and like the ripples from the corners of her mouth, overflowing in circles.

Fireworks are fleeting, but ashes are eternal.

Five or six breaths passed, and there were crowds of people by the Xiangjiang River, but their expressions stopped, chatting and screaming stopped, and everyone quietly looked up at the house-sized fireworks in the sky.

Various shapes, colorful streamer.

The fireworks in the night sky exploded colorfully, blooming a moment of youth in the black sky.

I don't know how long it has passed, the fireworks ended, and the drums started again.

Start slaughtering cattle and sheep.

The bright red blood of cattle and sheep was sprinkled into the surging river, causing little ripples.

"Where is the black dragon slayer?"

A deep and deep male voice suddenly sounded, resounding through the heaven and earth, and clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

Someone raised his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a tall and burly figure sitting on the first seat on the high platform with the most floors by the river.

Behind him, a substantial scene emerged:

Huge white fireworks are burning, with the blue sky overhead.

The light that blooms is so great that it can't even compare to the lights and candles of the whole city.

Faxiang Qingyantian!

This person is the owner of the Twelve Chain Dock.

"Bright sun and blue sky" Song Jianghe!

Following Song Jianghe's order, thousands of figures with weapons in their hands and fierce eyes walked out from the high platform, all staring at the river in front of them with piercing eyes.

"The black dragon slayer is here!"

Everyone who came out responded loudly.

There is a saying in the legend of the Dragon Festival that the white dragon is good and the black dragon is evil.

The white dragon and the black dragon are constantly fighting, and only the winner can sit on the position of the dragon king and call the wind and rain.

The people along the river naturally hope that the white dragon can sit on the position of the dragon king, so they regard the Xiangjiang River at night as a black dragon to compete with it and weaken the former;

Just now she sprinkled the blood of the cattle and sheep, but did not drop the bodies of the cattle and sheep, he was deliberately provoking the black dragon.

Then some warriors stepped forward and defeated it.

As one goes up and the other goes up, naturally Bailong will be able to sit on the position of Dragon King, and then the next year will be smooth and peaceful.

Slay the black dragon and sacrifice to the white dragon.

Years and months have passed, and it has become a habit.

After the sacrifice during the day, the nearby people will take a cowhide boat to play, put on costumes, gather by the river, and throw offerings into the river for sacrifice.

But the most exciting, and also the most attractive, had to be the feat of killing the black dragon at night.

With the body of a mortal, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the world.

Seeing the gradually surging river water, everyone on the riverside looked forward to it.

The dark clouds are getting darker and lower, and they are pressing down on the river.

The river catches the flashes of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings are like fiery snakes, swimming in the dark river and disappearing in a flash.

In an instant, the wind howled and the rain poured down.

The waves cry out in furious storm, and contend with the wind.

"Everyone, how long do you think they can last?"

On the high platform, Song Jianghe bared his chest, staring at the thousands of figures rushing into the Xiangjiang River below, and asked.

The so-called Dragon Sacrifice Festival, perhaps in the beginning, was really just to bless the coming year with good weather and peace for the people.

But for the current Twelve Links, the Dragon Festival has become a means of suppressing gang luck.

The Dragon Festival is a ceremony.

Similar to this are the sword-questioning meeting in Shushan, the contention of a hundred schools of thought at Zhuzifeng, and the annual winter solstice ceremony of the Southern Ming and Northern Wei dynasties.

Although such things as luck are illusory, all the top forces invariably maintain a tacit understanding and hold rituals to suppress luck every year.

Only sects with the means to suppress luck can be regarded as top forces in the arena.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the strength is, it can only hold the title of this first-class force.

"The old man thinks that this Dragon Festival, there should be someone who can last until the ugly hour."

Song Jianghe's body and right hand are two, the brown-haired old man who is blind in the right eye raised his head and poured wine, put down the wine glass and smashed it, smashed his mouth and continued:

"That brat from the Xu family is not bad, he should be the leader this time around the Dragon Festival."

"There are also girls from Murong's family. Although they eat a lot, their strength should not be underestimated."

Someone interrupted.

"After the Dragon Festival this time, let's allocate an extra pier to Baishawu. The little girl of Murong's family is poor enough to come to Yanziwu to eat and drink."

Song Jianghe glanced at the bloody figure dancing with a sledgehammer in the river, a little dumbfounded, "If other sects know that such a talented young man can't even eat enough in our 12th Lianhuanwu, he will be ashamed. Big hair."

"The master of the dock is very right."

A group of divine mind masters below responded in unison.

"Old man Lu, that brat in your family is really good at kung fu."

"Your Li family's is also good."

On the high platform, the Shenyi masters of Twelve Links gathered together to observe the performance of their respective gang members in the river.

Suddenly, a knife light appeared in the river, attracting the attention of everyone on the riverside.

Saber Intent · Once the spring is full, the beauty is old!

The withered and yellow blade cut through the water, as if it wanted to cut the Xiangjiang River in two.

The long knife trembled, and the dragon groaned up to the sky.

The high-pitched voice soared into the sky!

Sacrifice the books of my friends, "Senior sisters are all bosses, it's reasonable for me to be bad", "Liver experience in the world of ghosts", "The Rise of Virginia"

In addition, some content in the previous chapter will be revised. To destroy Buddhism is not to destroy Buddhism directly by force, but to distort the scriptures and provoke infighting among Buddhism to destroy Buddhism.

Similar to Mahayana Buddhism and Theravada Buddhism, this is more in line with the nature of the characteristic "Heavenly Demon" and the sequence of conspiracy, but there is not much time these days, so let's put an eye on it and modify it later