58|Shenwu Street Glimpse

The sword stabbed out, piercing the demon through the heart and killing it on the ground.

“Subdue the devil and subdue the demons, Heavenly Officials bestow blessings!”

On both sides of Shenwu Street, the roar of the sea was like a wave of sound, one wave higher than another. In front of the vermilion palace gate, in the round field, the two Taoists who played the roles of heavenly gods and demons gave a round of salute to the surroundings, bowed and retreated to the two sides. After watching this warm-up fight, the atmosphere of the people was high, not only the streets were crowded on both sides, even the rooftops were full of bold people, clapping, shouting, cheering, dancing and dancing, and all the people were in a frenzy.

This is really a great spectacle, and it’s really an empty street. In the history of Xianle Kingdom, if there is any one heavenly festival tour that is unprecedented, then it must be today!

On top of the platform, there were rows and rows of brocade-clad princes and noblemen, all of them wearing decent smiles, looking down. Inside the palace, a long line of hundreds of people waited in silence. The bell rang loudly, and the State Master stroked his non-existent beard and said, “Open the way for the warriors!”

“In!”

“Jade Lady!”

“In!”

“Musician!”

“In!”

“Horsemen!”

“In!”

“Demon!”

“In.”

“Yue Shen martial artist!”

No one answered. The State Master frowned, realizing that something wasn’t right, and turned his head, “Yue Shen martial artist? Where is His Highness the Crown Prince?”

Still no one answered. The “demon” who answered just now paused and took off the mask with the green face and fangs, revealing a fair and clean face.

This teenager was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his skin color and lip color were very light and clean, but his eyes were like a pair of obsidian, bright and flickering, his hair was soft, very fine strands scattered on his forehead and the side of his cheeks, he looked quiet and well-behaved, contrasting with the hideous demonic mask in his hands.

He said softly, “His Highness the Crown Prince has left.”

The State Master nearly didn’t pass out.

At least it is remembered that the big thing can not be fainted at present, held up, liver and guts cracked, said: “This? How did he leave? His Highness, when did he leave? Immediately the honor guard will be out of the palace doorway, Huatai pull out, only to see the demons did not see the gods and goddesses, a mouthful of spittle I can not swim out of this old bones! Mu love how you also do not stop?!”

Mu Qi hung her head and said, “His Highness the Crown Prince asked me to pass on the message before he left, saying that there was no need to worry, that all the procedures would be fine as usual, and that he would be here soon.”

The State Master was anxious and said, “How can this not be a worry? What do you mean immediately? When is immediately? What if we don’t make it?”

Outside the palace gateway, the people who waited for a few hours from early morning to now have long been unable to hold back, shouting and urging. A Taoist man hurriedly rushed over and said, “Master Guo Shi, the Empress’ side sent someone to ask you why the ceremonial procession has not yet departed. The auspicious time is almost here, if we don’t depart, it will be past the hour.”

After hearing this, the State Master only wished that a rebel army would suddenly enter the city and mess up this Shangyuan Heavenly Sacrifice Tour.

I can’t believe I’m poking my nose in at this crucial time of my life!

If this stabbed a mess of a different person, he would have been furious, raise the sword to kill are not strange, but this person is his most pleased baby disciple, or someone else’s family’s most honored baby son. He can’t be beaten, can’t be scolded, and even more so, can’t be killed. Instead of killing him, it would be better to commit suicide!

At this moment, a man ran into the palace head-on through the dark palace gateway, saying aloud, “Master of the State, why don’t you issue the order to go out? The hour is about to pass, everyone is waiting outside anxiously!”

The visitor was also a sixteen or seventeen year old boy, with a straight posture, extremely tall, wheat complexion, and a black longbow and snow-white quiver of feathers and arrows on his back. His lips were pursed and his brows were knitted, although he was young, his gaze was resolute. As soon as the State Master saw this teenager, he grabbed him and said: ”Feng Xin! Where is your family’s Crown Prince!”

Feng Xin was stunned, and then as if he understood something, his eyes were colored with rage, and he looked angrily at Mu Qing. Mu Qing had already put on her demon mask without saying a word, not seeing her god. Feng Xin said in a deep voice: “There is no time to explain to you now! Set off immediately, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let you down!”

There’s no way out. Hua Tai pulling out without a Yue Shen martial artist was death, and delaying going out and spoiling the hour was also death. With a wave of his hand in despair, the State Master said, “Play the music and depart!”

At the command, the pianos and pipes came together, and at the forefront of the long procession, one hundred royal warriors shouted in unison, stepped forward, and led the vast honor guard, setting off.

The warrior is in the front, symbolizing the thorny path in the world. Followed by the virgin girls, all of them are one in ten thousand, serene and beautiful, carrying baskets in their hands, the heavenly maidens scattering flowers, falling into the mud, crushing them into dust, and the fragrance is just like the old days. The musicians are sitting on top of the golden car made of gold. Once out of the palace doorway, it attracted a burst of amazement, the crowd scrambled to grab the flowers. However, even if these are more gorgeous, more pompous, more grand, are just the padding in front of the main event. Huatai, the final Huatai, is coming out.

Sixteen golden bridled white horses pulling the Chinese stage through the deep palace doorway, slowly presented in front of the eyes of tens of thousands of people. On the stage, a black-clothed demon, wearing a hideous mask on his head, placed a nine-foot chopping|horse|sword across his body, and sank into a stance.

The State Master’s heart tightened for a moment, hoping for a miracle. However, the miracle did not occur. The crowd clamored. On the high floor, the princes and nobles frowned slightly and looked at each other, saying, “What’s going on? Why isn’t the Yue Shen martial artist on the stage?”

“Is His Royal Highness not present?”

“Where’s Rei’s brother?”

In the center of the tall building, there was a handsome man and a noble woman with a soft white complexion and elegant brows, which were the Lord and Empress of Xian Le Kingdom. Not seeing the person who should have appeared, the Empress glanced at the State Lord beside her with a worried expression. The Lord of the Kingdom held her hand and used his gaze to reassure her, signaling that she should wait and see what happens, and not to worry. But the crowd on both sides of the street below had no one to appease them, screaming even more fiercely, shouting as if they were going to topple the roofs of the houses. The State Master only hated not having the courage to commit suicide on the spot. However, on top of the Chinese platform Mu Qing is very calm, the opponent is not there, is still meticulous, self-concerned about completing his task, will be the long knife “clang” sound, heavy pestle on the ground, erected in front of the body.

In the midst of the killing, this young man in black finished his opening as a “demon” with a lot of vigor.

Looking at the face, looking at the body shape, Mu Qing are single thin and showy like a scholar, however, such an oddly heavy and incomparable nine-foot long sword, in his hands but wielded with lightness, as if completely weightless. One by one, dozens of Taoists playing the role of the Demon Vanquisher leapt onto the stage, and one by one, he knocked them down and drove them off the stage. In all fairness, with the heavy shadows of the swords, he fought a very good fight, so there were some people who applauded for him. However, more people didn’t come here to see the scene of “Demon Scourge”, and yelled, “Where’s the Yuet God Martial Artist?!”

“Where is the Crown Prince?”

“We’re going to see His Highness dressed as Divine Martial Emperor! Demons retreat!”

High above, a voice said angrily, “Where’s my cousin? What the hell is this? Who wants to see this shit? Where the fuck is my crown prince cousin?!”

Without even looking, the one who shouted the loudest was bound to be Little Mirror King Qi Rong. Sure enough, many people looked up, and saw a young man dressed in light green brocade clothing, neck with a collar, rushed to the edge of the platform, angrily swung his fists at the bottom. This teenager is only fifteen or sixteen years old, powdered face and ink eyebrows, but also bright and beautiful, but the face contains a fury, as if it is about to turn over the railing and jump down to beat people. But this building is too high, jump down not dead also want to break their legs, so he grabbed a white jade tealight drop.

The tealight flew rapidly towards the back of the demon’s head, and it was about to hit a fainting and bleeding, but who knows, the demon slightly staggered, and the long knife diagonally picked the tealight at the tip of the knife.

The trembling teacup stood steadily at the tip of the blade, triggering a wave of shouts of approval. Mu love again will long knife a lift, teacups fly down, by a Taoist off the stage to catch, while he continued to play his own demon from the calm, dancing knife, beheading people. Chi Rong was furious, and was about to smash again, the Empress called for someone to come up and pull, which easily pulled him down. However, all the royals’ looks are also getting more and more gloomy, some of them can’t sit still.

It wasn’t fun for the Yue Shen martial artist Pro to suddenly disappear before the Shang Yuan Sacrificial Heavenly Tour!

It was at this moment that a storm of cheers erupted from the crowd, louder than any of the previous cheers. Only to see a snow-white figure descend from the sky and land in front of the black-clothed demon!

The man landed on the ground, heavy white clothes on the Chinese platform spread into a huge flower shape, a gold mask to cover his face. He held a sword in one hand, the other hand in the Sen Sen blade gently flicked, “ding” sound, very nice. And this action, but also very calm and relaxed, as if not put in front of the black-clothed demon in the eyes. The demon slowly aimed the blade at him, while the white-clothed martial artist slowly stood up.

Chi Rong looked at him with glowing eyes and a reddened face, jumped up and exclaimed, “Cousin Prince! Cousin Prince is here!!!”

Upstairs and downstairs, none of the people had their jaws dropped.

This debut is truly as bold as a celestial being descends!

That city building is more than ten feet high, this crown prince is the body of a thousand gold, actually jumped down directly from the city building. Just a moment ago, countless people thought it was really the gods descending from heaven, and now reacted to it, but not without boiling blood, scalp exploding numbness, clapping vigorously. Qi Rong was even shouting while leading the vigorous applause, shouting to the point of hissing, clapping until his hands were red. The State Lord and Empress looked at each other with a smile and clapped along with them. The rest of the royals also have a frown of relief, followed by clapping and marveling. Shenwu street on both sides is the group tide surging, hundreds of thousands of men, so excited that they can’t wait to break through the road blocking the warriors rushed up to embrace the people shouting only good.

Above the Huatai, a black and a white figure confronted each other, and the heavenly gods and demons each shook their weapons, finally facing each other.

Seeing that finally caught up, the master of a hanging heart down, which mounted the high platform. And all around the colleagues nodded to each other after a circle, found a seat to sit down and watch by himself. The State Master laughed, “State Master, how did you come up with this amazing entrance? It’s truly wonderful.”

The State Master wiped his sweat and laughed, “It is indeed a million times wonderful. It’s just that to put it in a fearful way, this wasn’t something that came to my humble servant’s mind, it should have been His Highness the Crown Prince’s idea.”

The Empress, however, patted her heart and said, “This child is really messed up, he even jumped down from such a high place without saying a word, scaring me so much that I nearly had to stand up just now.”

The State Master could not help but take a bit of hidden pride, said: “This Empress Mother can rest assured, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, martial arts superb, not to mention the district of a dozen zhang high, that is, a few times as high as the city hall, he closed his eyes can also be easily on the ground, easily underground.”

The Empress showed a joyful face and said in a warm voice, “The State Master has taught us well.”

The State Master hahaed, “Where where where. Your Highness the Crown Prince is a proud son of heaven, gifted, talented, and heavenly-born, it is indeed a blessing in three lifetimes for little ministers and the like to be able to teach Your Highness. The little minister has a premonition that with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in attendance, today will definitely accomplish one of the most wonderful Yue Shen Sacrifice Heavenly Martial ever.”

He said four “days” in a row, so smooth that the Lord of the Land smiled slightly, turned his head to look, and said, “I hope so.”

In this Shangyuan Heavenly Sacrifice Tour, the Yue Shen martial artist and the Demon martial artist were the two most important roles. Both of them must be teenagers with excellent martial arts. Especially the god-pleasing martial artist, the clothes and crowns are strict, gorgeous and extraordinary, after the equipment is completed, from head to toe of a suit often weighs 40 to 50 pounds. Martial artists to be under such a heavy burden, in front of the public attention, walking around the city for several laps, to complete at least two hours of martial arts, during which there must not be any discrepancies, is not it necessary to be superb in martial arts?

Fortunately, these two teenagers are both extremely outstanding. Swords and swords, you and I, fighting beautifully and extremely measured, I’m afraid that they have practiced countless times. The lord of the country said, “Who is the one who played the demon and the prince?”

The State Master coughed lightly and said, “Your Majesty, that is a Xiao Dao from Huangji Guan, named Mu Qing.”

The Empress softly said, “I see that this child is also a good fighter, only a little weaker than the Emperor’s son, probably about the same as Feng Xin?”

Hearing this, the State Master looked unimpressed. Chi Rong, who had been lying on the Empress’s knee eating grapes, was busy spitting out a mouthful of grape skins and said, ”Blah blah blah! No way no way! Weak not a little bit, not even close, not just anyone can compare with Crown Prince’s cousin!”

Upon hearing this, the Empress laughed and touched the top of his head a few times, and a group of nobles even laughed and teased, “Rong’er is really pestering his cousin to death, a day without boasting is not a good day.”

Among the sea of people below, chants broke through the clouds, “Fight! Hit him! Beat him to death!”

“Kill the demon!”

This tide of sound was getting more and more raging. Chi Rong was among them, and with his hands folded over his mouth, he compared it to a trumpet shape and laughed, “Cousin Prince, go on! You can beat him down with one hand, give this kid some color!”

Suddenly, the demon on the stage chopped a sword, the martial artist sword counter frame, but “hmm?” A sound.

As a matter of fact, in the Sacrificial Heavenly Tour, the bout was only for pleasing the gods and performing, so it was sufficient to use at most seven points of strength, point by point. However, after he received this blade, the sword in his hand was nearly flying out. Obviously, the other party had used ten percent of his strength for that blade.

Xie Ren raised his head slightly, and said aloud, “Mu情?”

The young man playing the role of a demon on the other side didn’t say anything and attacked with another knife. Xie Ren had no time to think, “clang”, “clang” received several knives, thought: “This is much more interesting than the fake fight just now.” In this way, his spirit was revitalized, and he also became interested.

As a result, the cries were mountainous and the weapons sparked in all directions. The more intense the fight on the stage, the more thunderous the cheers under the stage. Suddenly a sword whistle, white light dazzling, the crowd “ah!” The crowd “ah!”, holding their breath. Originally, the demon’s nine-foot long sword was actually by the Yue Shen martial artist’s thin handle of a long sword pick fly, out of hand, nailed straight into the stone pillars on the side of the high platform. There are good people to pull that knife, even make nine ox and two tigers strength also can’t move, can’t help but be horrified: “What kind of knife is this, this is how much strength!”

On top of the Huatai, the Yue Shen martial artist shook his long sword and flicked it again on the blade. There was a clear sound of “ding”, and a soft laugh came from behind the golden mask.

Xie Ren said calmly and pleasantly, “It was a good fight. However, you still lost.”

The demon lost his weapon, half-kneeled on the ground, silent, but clenched his fist. Xie Ren pulled a sword flower, in the cheers from all sides, was about to stab the last sword, the demon “killed”, who knows, but at this time, above the screams!

Xie Ren was startled and put away his sword, and when he looked up, he only had time to see a blurry figure falling sharply from the city wall.

In a flash, he could not think of anything, lightning, the soles of his feet, a point, a leap, lightly swept up.

He flew up, both sleeves spread like butterfly wings, and landed on the ground, as light as a white feather. With a solid hold in his hand and a solid foot on the ground, Xie Ren breathed a sigh of relief before looking down.

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