Chapter 29 The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony Begins

Chapter 29 The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony Begins

These past few days, everything has been fine.

Maybe it's because the cold winter is gone and the spring breeze is coming. You can often hear some insects chirping when you fall asleep at night.

A few spring rains have fallen, and although the cold wind is still a bit chilly, the buds and young leaves of the trees near and far have gradually begun to grow.

Zhu Mange came here several times, and Ye Yang kept his promise and guided her in her practice.

At the same time, he also heard that Zhu Mange's Yili Society had gained quite a reputation among the disciples of Feitian Sect, and many disciples were proud to join it.

Ordinary disciples may not know this, but Ye Yang grew up in Feitian Sect and knows more different information than ordinary disciples.

The senior officials within the sect have always been critical of the disciples' associations. Future assessments, rank and job promotions are all important areas of investigation, especially associations founded by family members, which are actually a points deduction.

Because there are many entanglements between families, Han clan, masters and disciples in the sect.

A hundred years ago, there were actually five major families in the Feitian Sect. The Liu family was at its peak. The three elders and the Liu family of the Four Vajras accounted for more than half. One-third of the remaining half were basically their followers, almost turning the Feitian Sect into a powerful clan. Liujiamen.

From then on, the leader's order could not leave the ancestral pavilion, and the scope of power could not go beyond the three miles of the mountain gate.

The subordinate families fought against each other and almost subverted the Feitian Sect.

That was also the biggest civil strife in the history of the Feitian Sect. Later, the fourth generation of leaders joined forces, attracted foreign aid, and got rid of the Liu family. The Feitian Sect was barely able to survive, and then became increasingly prosperous.

Therefore, Ye Yang never had any entanglements with the Yili Society. After assisting Zhu Mange in practicing every day, he never interfered with other matters. Zhu Mange invited him several times, but he rejected them all.

The Zhu family passed down a five-lock tiger-catching gun. Different from traditional firearms, there were four hooks and sickles five inches below the tip of the gun.

The hook sickle is heavy and not suitable for my daughter's family to use, so Zhu Mange learned an amazing sword technique after arriving at Feitianmen.

He is elusive and specializes in speed, just like a rose with thorns, he cuts it out with one knife. The other party only cares about admiring the beauty of the rose and wants to reach out to hold it, but he never thinks that the blood has already been dripping from the prick.

After finishing the knife feeding with Zhu Mange, Zhu Mange's hair was flying, breathing in the fragrance, sweating profusely on his head, and the hair on his temples was wet.

During this period of time, with Ye Yang's help, she made rapid progress. She even felt that his sword skills were better than some of the sect's teachers.

I secretly exclaimed in my heart.

"These six hundred spirit stones are really worth it."

And she felt that the other party was like a machine, practicing sword skills non-stop every day. In the past few days, every time she finished sparring with her, the other party would wave the sword skills thousands of times again without stopping. Ye Yang had also told her about such a training method before. , wielding the sword five thousand times a day.

But she could hold on for two days, three or four days, but within a week she often couldn't hold on, and then she was occupied by worldly things, and swinging a knife a thousand times a day was no guarantee.

Watching the other party finish his instruction and swing the knife again, drops of sweat flowed down from that rigid body and resolute face, dripping onto his chest muscles, back and abdomen, lower waist, and trouser legs.

Zhu Mange's face turned slightly red as she thought of the jokes her two elders had made when they were children.

"Junior sister Zhu, you won't be able to come in the next few days. We all need to prepare well for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony."

"What Senior Brother Ye said is true, and I think so too. I wish Senior Brother Ye a successful start in his life."

"I also wish junior sister that all your wishes will come true."

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Winter passes and spring comes, and another season comes.

Nothing happened, just according to the news within the sect.

Recently, a group of wild cloud-carrying horses were discovered on the banks of the Luo River in Feitianmen.

The horse carrying the clouds has golden horns and snowy hooves. It is strong and has flying mane. It looks like it is walking on snow, so it is called the horse carrying the clouds.

In addition to being able to jump over mountains and streams, and fly at low altitudes, the golden horn on its head can also control weeds and shrubs and open up long-distance paths.

For a long time, the sect's cloud horse has lost much of its wildness.

This group of wild cloud-carrying horses can be used to purify the bloodline of the ethnic group.

The speed is so fast that even ordinary warrior realm monks cannot catch up.

Having the power of such mobility is a great help whether chasing the enemy or escaping.

In fact, the sect has long been paying attention to the traces of this group of horses.

In the morning of the next day, Ye Yang and others were already lurking in the thick water plants beside the Luo River and saw the horses in front of them.

There are about seven or eight cloud-carrying horses in this group, five or six of them are adult horses, and the rest are young horses.

The whole body is covered with white clouds, and the mane is flying. It is running on the water, with its head held high and roaring, like a dragon and a tiger. Its fur is shiny and shiny, and it is extremely handsome and beautiful.

Wang Xijing waved with one hand, listening to the rainy day fire skill and swaying countless sparks of fire to surround the group of horses carrying clouds.

formed an encirclement.

Thick fire mist and cloud light appeared, covering the heaven and earth, covering the traces of the horses.

The horse carrying the cloud reacted quickly, and had already reacted when the fire mist first appeared.

The majestic horses were suddenly startled, neighing upwards and running in all directions.

At this time, several monks suddenly appeared on one side of the river, approaching quickly.

Ye Yang and others made threatening sounds.

The horses that were scattered were quickly gathered together again.

They drove the horses to the western beach, where formations had already been arranged.

Soon, all seven or eight cloud-carrying horses were within the range of the formation.

Suddenly, yellow mist filled the air, rustic air surged, and a diamond-like wall suddenly appeared.

Steel-like vines suddenly appeared on the ground and wrapped around the horses' legs. The seven or eight horses were caught off guard and soon fell to the ground, foaming at the head.

This is the formation "Small Vajra Armor Wooden Formation".

Able to confuse directions and restrict movement, the vines are made of special caltrop seeds and are wrapped with gold and iron.

Just now he was not afraid of the control of the horse carrying the cloud.

Seeing seven or eight cloud-carrying horses overturned on the ground, everyone quickly stepped forward.

"Well, this group of cloud-carrying horses is actually a complete tribe and has the instinct to reproduce."

"There are still more than a dozen horses in the sect. Now there are twenty or thirty good horses together. The dragon energy is generated by itself. Maybe a horse king will appear and a cloud-walking horse will be born."

"The cloud-walking horse is as fast as lightning. It walks on the clouds, enters and exits the clouds, and blows out mist from the clouds. It is far superior to ordinary flying magic weapons."

A rough male voice sounded. He was an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a melon cap and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

This is Feitianmen's Bima Deacon.

On weekdays, he is in charge of the care and placement of the cloud-carrying horses.

At this time, the sect's precious cloud-carrying horse group once again added new members, with an increase of seven or eight horses.

He was very excited.

The most important thing is that for a long time, Feitianmen's cloud-carrying horses have bred with each other, and their bloodlines have deteriorated. They have similar bloodline and are difficult to cultivate.

Now that new blood has been added, it means that these horses have the hope and possibility of re-breeding.

At this point, after the horses were under control.

Wang Xijing waved his sleeves, generating countless fresh energy.

Seven or eight strong horses were wrapped in fresh air and transported to the Feitian Gate.

During the spring equinox, the hillsides are already covered with yellow and red wildflowers.

A spring rain slipped over, beating on the bamboo branches and leaves.

Feitianmen's heaven-sacrifice ceremony, which happens once every ten years, is about to begin.

On this day, as soon as Ye Yang went out, he saw that the sect was clean and full of red banners, red cloth coats, and red lanterns.

There are even some devout people who started fasting three days ago, which is as sacred and solemn as the ancestors in ancient times offered sacrifices to heaven and earth.

In ancient times, there were thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and ferocious beasts were rampant. Human beings were the weakest among the hundreds of races. The ancient emperor led the people to hunt the ferocious beasts, sacrifice to God, and pray for the blessings of all people, and finally the human race grew stronger.

Later, as the sects evolved and became the mainstream, each sect decided on its own time for offering sacrifices to heaven according to its background, strength, level, etc.

Each sacrifice requires a lot of manpower, material resources, monster sacrifices, and blood and bones. Therefore, in order to avoid the burden being too heavy, the Feitian Sect has set the time for sacrifices to be held every ten years.

Ye Yang walked into the sacrificial hall and found that the hall was already full of disciples. There were five seats at the front, and four of them were sitting at the moment.

It was Wang Dong, Flying Tiger Li Bayuan, and Yan Qingying. In addition to the three, there was also a young man wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword at his waist.

With thick black hair, a thin body, an angular face, and a pair of bright eyes, he is Zhang Buer, the "Xia Sanlang" of the Feitian Sect.

Zhang Buer is the most popular person in the Feitian Sect because he is brave, just, selfless, chivalrous, punishes evil and eradicates evil, and often sacrifices his own interests to help others.

But Zhang Buer is also the person who is the closest to the disciples of the Feitian Sect, because he will help as long as people ask him for help, so he has no friendship with anyone, and is often called the walking cool breeze in the middle, equal. of blowing past everyone.

At the same time, he couldn't stand the way many people in the sect used the strong to bully the weak. He often spoke out and stood out for others, which offended many people, so he was called "Xia Sanlang."

There were five seats in front, but there were more than a hundred disciples present, but no one came forward. Only four people sat down. It was obvious that the levels had been divided.

"Senior Brother Ye, here."

Yan Qingying saw Ye Yang and waved to him quickly. Wang Dong on the side showed a slight smile, but no other expression could be seen. Li Bayuan looked a little ugly and snorted, while Zhang Buer shouted lightly. Say "Senior Brother Ye."

Ye Yang waved his hand, not wanting to stand out and participate in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony to awaken his destiny. Everyone is equal.