Chapter 58: A Frightening Glance at Shenwu Street

This sword pierced, pierced the demon through the heart, and killed it on the ground.

"Subduing the demons and subduing the demons, the heaven officials will bless you!"

On both sides of Shenwu Street, there was a roar like a wave, one wave after another. In front of the vermilion palace gate, in the circle, the two Taoists who acted as gods and demons saluted all around, bowed their bodies and stepped back to both sides. After watching this warm-up fight, the atmosphere of the people was high, not only the streets were crowded, but even the roof was full of daring people, clapping, shouting, cheering, dancing, and carnival.

Such a grand event is really crowded. In the history of Xianle Kingdom, if one of the Shangyuan Festival Celestial Tour can be called unprecedented, then it must be today!

On the high platform, rows of princes and nobles in brocade clothes and jade appearances, all with decent smiles, looked down at the bottom. Inside the palace, a long queue of hundreds of people was waiting here. The bell rang loudly, and the national teacher stroked the long beard that did not exist, and said, "Swordsman!"

"exist!"

"Jade Girl!"

"exist!"

"Musician!"

"exist!"

"cavalry!"

"exist!"

"demon!"

"exist."

"The Delightful Warrior!"

No answer. The national teacher frowned, realizing that something was wrong, he turned his head and said: "Yueshen martial artist? Where's the Crown Prince?"

Still no answer. And the "demon" who had just answered paused, took off the mask with green face and fangs, revealing a fair and delicate face.

This young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His skin and lips were light and clean. His eyes were like a pair of obsidian, bright and flickering. He looked quiet and well-behaved, in stark contrast to the hideous demon mask in his hand.

He said softly, "His Royal Highness has left."

The national teacher almost didn't faint.

After all, he remembered that he couldn't be dizzy at the moment, held on, and said with heart and guts: "This?! Why did he leave?! When did His Highness leave? I only see the demons but not the immortals, and I can't swim out of my old bones by spitting one person at a time! Why don't you stop me in admiration?!"

Mu Qing bowed his head and said: "Before leaving, His Royal Highness asked me to tell me that there is no need to worry, all procedures are as usual, and he will come immediately."

The national teacher was very anxious and said: "How can you not worry about this? What does it mean to come right away? When is it right away? What if I don't catch up?"

Outside the palace gate, the people who had waited for several hours since early in the morning could no longer hold back and shouted and urged. A Taoist hurried over and said: "Master National Teacher, the Queen sent someone to ask you, why the honor guard hasn't set off? The auspicious time is almost here. If you don't set off, the time will pass."

After listening, the national teacher can only wish that a rebel army suddenly entered the city at this moment and screwed up this Shangyuan Festival Celestial Tour.

He actually stabbed the basket at this critical moment!

If the stalker had changed, he would have been furious long ago, and it would not be surprising to kill someone with a sword, but this person was his most proud apprentice, and the most honorable son of someone else's family. You can't beat, scold, or kill. Instead of killing him, it is better to commit suicide!

At this moment, one person walked through the dark palace doorway, ran into the palace head-on, and said loudly: "Master Guoshi, why haven't you issued an order to go out? The time is about to pass, and everyone is waiting outside!"

The person who came was also a boy of 16 or 17 years old, with a straight posture, a very tall height, a wheat complexion, a black longbow and a snow-white quiver on his back. His lips were pursed, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were firm despite his young age. When the national teacher saw the young man, he grabbed him and said, "Fengxin! Where's your crown prince!"

Fengxin was stunned, and then he seemed to understand something, his eyes were filled with anger, and he glared at the side with admiration. And Mu Qing has put on the demon mask again without saying a word, and he can't see his god. Fengxin said solemnly: "I don't have time to explain to you now! Let's go immediately, His Royal Highness will not disappoint you!"

no solution anymore. If Huatai pulls out without Yueshen, the warrior is dead, and if he doesn't go out for a long time, it is also dead. The national teacher waved his hand in despair and said, "Play music, go!"

After receiving the order, the shengxiao and the orchestra were at the forefront of the long queue. One hundred royal warriors shouted in unison, strode forward, and led the mighty guard of honor, and set off.

The warrior is in front, which symbolizes the thorns and thorns in the world. Afterwards, they are all virgin girls who are chosen one in ten thousand, demure and beautiful, carrying a basket in plain hands, and the goddess scattered flowers, scattered into mud, crushed into fragrant dust, and the fragrance is still as good as before. The musicians sit on top of a golden chariot made of gold. As soon as they walked out of the palace gate, they were amazed, and everyone scrambled to snatch the flowers. However, no matter how gorgeous, extravagant, or grand these are, they are just the foreshadowing before the main event. Huatai, the last Huatai, is about to come out.

Sixteen golden bridles and white horses moved Huatai through the deep palace gate, slowly appearing in front of tens of thousands of people. On the stage, a black-clothed demon, wearing a hideous mask, held a nine-foot saber in front of him, and took a stance.

The national teacher's heart was tense for a while, looking forward to a miracle. However, the miracle did not happen. The crowd was in an uproar. Upstairs, the princes and nobles frowned slightly, looked at each other, and said, "What's going on? Why isn't the Yueshen martial artist on stage?"

"Is His Royal Highness not present?"

"Where's Brother Lian?"

In the center of the high-rise building, sat a handsome man and a noble woman with soft white complexion and gentle eyes. This is the lord and queen of Xianle Kingdom. Not seeing the person who was supposed to appear, the queen looked worriedly at the king beside her. The lord took her hand and comforted her with his eyes, motioning to wait and see the changes, not to worry. But the crowd of people on both sides of the street below was not appeased, and they screamed even more fiercely, and their shouts seemed to overturn the roof. The national teacher only hated that he did not have the courage to commit suicide on the spot. However, the admiration on Huatai is very calm, the opponent is not there, he is still meticulous, he completes his task on his own, and slams the long knife on the ground and stands in front of him with a "clang" sound.

In a chill, this black-clothed youth completed his opening as a "demon" with great momentum.

Looking at the face, looking at the figure, the admiration is thin and delicate, like a scholar, but such an extremely heavy nine-foot long knife is wielded very lightly in his hand, as if it has no weight at all. Dozens of Daoists who played the role of demon conquerors jumped onto the stage one by one, and they were knocked down by him one by one and driven off the stage. In all fairness, there are many swords and shadows, and he is very good-looking and good-looking, so some people applaud him. However, more people didn't come to watch the scene of "Demon calamity", and they all shouted: "Where's the god-like warrior?!"

"Where is His Royal Highness?"

"What we're going to see is the Emperor Shenwu in the disguise of His Highness! The demons have retreated!"

Upstairs, a voice said angrily: "Where's my cousin? What the hell is going on?! Who wants to see these things? Damn, where is my cousin, the prince?!"

Don't even look at it, the one who shouted the loudest must be Xiaojing Wang Qirong. Sure enough, many people raised their heads in unison, and saw a young man in Chinese clothes wearing a light blue brocade robe and a collar on his neck rushing to the edge of the high platform, and he waved his fists angrily below. This young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with pink face and dark eyebrows, but he was bright and eye-catching, but his face was full of suffocation, as if he was about to jump over the railing and hit someone. But the building was too high, and he would break his leg if he jumped down, so he grabbed a white jade tea cup and threw it down.

The tea cup flew towards the back of the monster's head quickly, and it was about to be smashed to death on the spot, with blood flowing. Who knows, the monster slightly shifted his body and slanted the long knife, and then picked the tea cup at the tip of the knife.

The trembling teacup stood firmly on the tip of the knife, triggering a wave of applause. Mu Qing lifted the long knife again, the tea cup flew off, and was caught by a Taoist under the stage, and he continued to calmly play his own demon, dancing the knife, and beheading people. Qi Rong was furious, waiting to be smashed again, the queen called someone to come up and pull him, and it was finally easy to pull him down. However, the expressions of the royal family became more and more solemn, and some couldn't sit still.

Yueshen martial artist suddenly disappeared before Shangyuan Festival Tianyou, this is not a funny thing!

At this moment, a storm of cheers broke out from the crowd, which was louder than any previous cheers. saw a snow-white figure descending from the sky and landed in front of the black-clothed demon!

The man fell to the ground, and the heavy white clothes were spread on the Huatai in the shape of a huge flower, and a golden mask covered his face. He held the sword in one hand, and the other hand flicked lightly on the edge of the sword, the sound of "ding" was really nice. And this action is very calm, as if he doesn't pay attention to the black-clothed monster in front of him. The demon slowly aimed the blade at him, and the white-robed warrior slowly stood up.

Qi Rong saw her eyes glow, her face turned red, she jumped up, and said loudly, "Cousin Prince! Cousin Prince is here!!!"

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was dumbfounded.

This debut is really like the arrival of heaven and man, and it is extremely bold!

The castle tower is also more than ten feet tall, as the crown prince is precious, and he jumped directly from the tower. Just for a moment, countless people thought it was a real god, and at this moment, they reacted, their blood boiled, their scalps numb, and they clapped their hands hard. Qi Rong even shouted, and took the lead in applauding vigorously, shouting to the point of hoarseness, and patted her hands red. The king and the queen looked at each other with a smile, and then took pictures. The rest of the royal family also raised their brows, breathed a sigh of relief, and followed their palms in admiration. On both sides of Shenwu Street, the tide was surging. Hundreds of thousands of men were so excited that they could not wait to break through the road and rushed up to support people and shout.

On the Huatai, two figures, one black and one white, confronted each other. The gods and the demons each shook their weapons and finally confronted each other.

Seeing that he finally caught up, the national teacher put down his hanging heart, and then boarded the high platform. After nodding to each other with all the colleagues around, I found a seat and sat down to watch by myself. The country lord smiled and said: "National teacher, how did you think of such a shocking appearance? It's really wonderful."

The national teacher wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "It's really wonderful. It's just that I'm scared. This is not what the minister thought of, it should be the idea of ​​His Royal Highness."

The queen patted her heart and said, "This child is really messed up. He jumped down from such a high place without saying a word. I was so scared that I almost stood up."

The national teacher couldn't help but faintly took some pride, and said: "This empress can rest assured, Your Royal Highness, the martial arts are excellent, not to mention the mere ten feet high, even the towers that are several times taller, he can lighten his eyes with his eyes closed. Easy to go up, easy to go down."

The queen showed joy and said warmly, "The national teacher has taught me well."

The national teacher haha ​​said: "Where is it. His Royal Highness, the arrogant son of heaven, has extraordinary talent, extraordinary talent, Tianhuang nobles, and minor ministers can teach His Royal Highness. Today will definitely be the most wonderful sacrifice to the gods in history."

He said four "heaven" in a row, and it slipped to the extreme. The king smiled slightly, turned his head to look, and said, "I hope so."

In this Shangyuan Festival Celestial Tour, the Yueshen warriors and the demon warriors are the two most important roles. Both of them must be young men with superb martial arts skills. Especially the Yueshen warriors, the uniforms are strictly shaped and gorgeous. After the equipment is completed, the whole outfit from head to toe often weighs forty or fifty pounds. Under such a heavy burden, a martial artist must walk around the city several times and complete at least two hours of martial arts in front of everyone's attention.

Fortunately, these two teenagers are extremely good. Sword, light, sword and shadow, you come and go, the fight is really good-looking, and it is very measured, I am afraid that it has been practiced countless times. The king said, "Who is playing the demon and fighting the prince?"

The national teacher coughed lightly and said: "Your Majesty, that is a small Taoist in Huangjiguan, called Mu Qing."

The queen said softly: "I see that this child is playing well, only a little weaker than Huang'er, probably similar to Fengxin?"

After listening, the national teacher looked disapproving. Qi Rong has been lying on the queen's knees to eat grapes, spit out a mouthful of grape skins, and said: "Bah, ah, ah! No, no! The weak is not a little bit, it's far away, but not everyone can compare with the prince's cousin. of!"

Hearing this, the queen smiled and touched the top of his head a few times, and the nobles even laughed, leaning back and forth, teasing: "Rong'er is really pestering his cousin. If you don't praise him for a day, you will feel unhappy."

In the sea of ​​people below, they shouted and broke through the sky: "Hit! Hit him! Hit him!"

"Kill the demon!"

The tide is getting louder and louder. Qi Rong was also among them, with his hands close to his mouth, forming a trumpet shape, he laughed and said: "Cousin Prince, come on! You can beat him down with one hand, give this kid some color. !"

Suddenly, the demon on the stage was slashed with a knife, and the martial artist turned his sword back, but he said "Huh?"

It is reasonable to say that in the tour of offering sacrifices to the heavens, Bidou is only for the sake of pleasing the gods and performing, and it is enough to use up to seven points of effort, until the point is reached. However, after he took the knife, the sword in his hand almost flew out. Obviously, the other party used 100% of the force for the knife just now.

Xie Lian raised his head slightly and said loudly: "Admiration?"

The boy who played the demon on the opposite side didn't say a word, and another knife struck. Xie Lian didn't have time to think, "Dangdang" and "Dangdang" took a few knives and said, "This is much more interesting than just fake fighting." In this way, the spirit is refreshed, and there is also interest.

As a result, the voices were overwhelming, and the weapons sparked everywhere. The more intense the fight on the stage, the more thunderous the cheers under the stage. There was a sudden sword whistle, the white light dazzled, and everyone shouted "Ah!", holding their breath. It turned out that the monster's nine-foot long sword was actually picked up by the slender long sword of the Yueshen martial artist, and let it go out and nailed it straight into the stone pillar on the side of the high platform. Someone with good deeds went to draw the knife, but he did not move even with the strength of nine cows and two tigers. He couldn't help being horrified: "What kind of knife is this, and how powerful it is!"

On the Huatai, the Yueshen martial artist flicked his long sword and flicked again on the edge of the sword. There was a clear "ding" sound, and a chuckle came from behind the golden mask.

Xie Lian said calmly and happily: "You played well. However, you still lost."

The demon lost his weapon, half kneeling on the ground, silent, but clenched his fists. Xie Lian took a sword flower, and in the cheers from all directions, he was about to stab out the last sword and "kill" the demon. Who knows, but at this time, there were screams from above!

Xie Lian was startled, took the sword, raised his head, and only had time to see a blurry figure falling rapidly from the city wall.

In an instant, he didn't have time to think about anything, just a little bit on the soles of his feet, jumped up, and swept up lightly.

He flew up, his sleeves spread like butterfly wings, and he landed gracefully as light as white feathers. He hugged the person firmly in his hand, and stepped on the ground firmly under his feet. Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked down.

In his arms, a young child with a bandaged face and a dirty body was curled up in his arms, staring at him blankly.

The author has something to say: 4, Huahua is the child in the first chapter who fell off the city wall and was caught by His Royal Highness Prince in the first chapter!

Although many people guessed it later, but when I first said that you were basically inaccurate, few people guessed it, and they were all guessing flowers and ghosts~( ￣▽￣)~

Wild dog runaway warning:

Originally, this book didn't want to write a big pile of memories, but the first volume of the goose tried to write it like this. I was so exhausted that I almost vomited blood and died. I still choose to let myself go... Maybe each volume has a different style of painting. Give it a try, and I will eventually write something I don't know, I really don't know _(:з"∠)_

In short, the second volume is all about the diary of Xianle exterminating the country by Erlian and Xiaonenhua who are overconfident. The word count is uncertain, anyway, I estimate the word count is never accurate. Just as the immortals I wrote should not be brought into the conventional immortals, and the royal family I wrote should not be brought into the conventional royal family, the magical overhead world and the magical customs and etiquette imagined by the author of JUST... Follow, raise, raise, abandon. abandoned. Warning completed_(:з」∠)_

Finally, we Huahua have never had a human face disease! Never!!!