The next morning.

Clear light breaks.

Gusu, Junshan.

At the top of Junshan Mountain is a simple and magnificent altar, made of dark stone bricks. In the center of the altar, there is a huge willow tree with golden leaves, more than ten feet high, and the sun is shining on it.

Shining out a little bit of firefly dust.

This is the sacred tree of Liuyue Villa, the Willow of Sword Sacrifice.

It is said that the tree contains supreme spiritual power. Twenty years ago, before leaving the village, the fairy seekers would come to this tree to cultivate their swords for three days. After leaving the village, when they came back, their swords would be stained with blood and their hands would be stained with blood.

He will definitely be carrying the head of a martial arts master.

Up to now, this place has become the sacred place of Liuyue Villa. In normal times, disciples of the villa are strictly prohibited from entering it. Only on the eve of the sword ceremony held every five years, the ban will be lifted for the martial arts people who come to attend the meeting.

Comfort the heroic spirit.

At this time, there were hundreds of people standing on the altar, no matter men, women, old or young, their expressions were solemn and solemn, and they did not say a word.

Surrounding the altar are a group of musicians, who are playing solemn music, which was the song used when the sword-making alliance met.

Those standing at the front of the altar were either the leader of a faction or an important figure in the world, but they all put down their dignity at this moment, buried their heads low, and took the food from the maid's tray with great humility.

Got that glass of wine.

Liu Zangfeng, the owner of Liuyue Manor, also held a sword in his right hand and a cup in his left hand, and came under the sword sacrificial willow. His married wife Lin Huaiman sat beside him, with a piano on the table and a glass of wine beside it.

Liu Zangfeng was the first to lament: "Mountains and rivers will be broken."

"Faintly away from people." Lin Huaiman on the side continued.

"The sword breaks and the body dies." The respected Shaolin Master Yuanshi continued immediately.

"Come back," said Wudang elder Qing Yin.

Liu Zangfeng suddenly raised his wine glass, "No matter where you are from, no matter what your surname is, we are here to offer sacrifices to the heroes who shed their blood!"

"Shang Xiang!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses high and raised the wine in the air, falling like rain. All the Zen disciples began to chant sutras, and the Taoist priests also began to chant the ritual of mourning.

Only Liu Zangfeng poured his wine on the long sword, and then danced with the sword. Lin Huaiman on the side also poured wine on the strings of the piano and began to play the piano.

The smoke from the river willows cuts off the Ba Bridge, and I pause for a moment to sing. I hope you will have no regrets in this life, and I will listen to you and have a dream in the underworld.

Weak Liu Fufeng Sword, offering sacrifices to Lord Liu.

"Green hills and withered tombs, I tried hard to hold them back during my lifetime. The sound of autumn is lonely, and the roaring waves are proud of the clouds. I hesitate in the world, and listen to the memorial words." Under Lin Huai's sad and passionate music of the piano, Liu Zangfeng's sword became more and more fierce, and the wine on the sword became more and more fierce.

It was also flying continuously, splashing onto the white cloth behind.

Among the hundreds of people present, there were many who had personally experienced the battles of the Sword Forging Alliance. When they heard this, they felt like they were back in the past, when they experienced the constant separation and death every night. They couldn't help but feel sad, and they couldn't help but cry.

"The flesh and blood are nourishing, and the black hair turns white at night. I hope for a peaceful world, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast. I hope that my beloved will return, and my bones are sadly collected." Liu Zangfeng raised his sword lightly, moved forward and back, and his movements revealed sadness.

Whose parents, spouse, and children would the martyrs who died in the war be? Some people present came wearing snow-white mourning clothes. When Liu Zangfeng danced here, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

There are no remains of the closest relatives, so we have to show our last filial piety at this large-scale memorial ceremony held every five years.

"Searching for roots in the wind, the soul returns to its hometown. The sound of killing is gradually coming, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun. I hope that the next life will be peaceful and trouble-free." For a moment, the sound of the piano and the sound of Xiao Ran's sword dance stopped abruptly.

This is a unique elegy of the Sword Forging Alliance, mourning the death, dying together with the dance, with a sad tone, and sending the last wishes to the martyrs.

There was not a drop of wine left on Liu Zangfeng's sword or Lin Huaiman's piano strings. All the wine splashed onto the huge white cloth behind, forming a large character.

"Lai".

"Rest in peace!" Liu Zangfeng put away his sword and lowered his head.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Some silver-haired old men were calling their children's nicknames, others were calling out the names of their husbands or wives, and there were also young boys who were barely crowned.

The girl is calling her father or mother whom she has never met.

In a corner of the altar, there were three people looking at everything around them, looking a little at a loss.

Gu Jingyao took a deep breath of the aroma of wine that filled the air, quietly approached Luo Feiyu on the right, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother Luo, what do you think of this wine?"

Luo Feiyu looked at the sad environment around him, frowned, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "It's good wine."

Gu Jingyao smacked his lips: "It's such a pity that these glasses of wine have to be spilled out of thin air. It's such a shameless waste."

The woman in white standing on the right side of Luo Feiyu sighed, and tapped the hilts of the swords on both sides of her waist with both hands, "This is for those who died in the war. It is called mourning wine. If you want to drink it,

You might as well die first, and of course there will be people above you who will drink from you."

Gu Jingyao had been to Guzhoufang as a guest, so he naturally recognized this woman in white, and couldn't help but said angrily: "What do you mean by this? You little maid, how dare you curse me to death, and how dare you spit excrement on me?"

"Tsk." Zheng rolled his eyes and folded his hands in front of his chest, "You insulted the martyrs first, no one is to blame."

"you!"

Fortunately, the people around him were deep in grief and did not notice their quarrel.

Lan Chuliu, who was on the side, drew a eulogy and sent it into the air. Then he said angrily: "Stop making trouble. Do you know how rebellious what you just said is? If someone hears it, it will be over."

"Okay, okay, that's what Miss Chu Liao said." Gu Jingyao immediately faced Lan Chu Liao with a playful smile.

"Don't make trouble, be dignified." Lan Chulian looked around.

"Okay." Gu Jingyao immediately put on a serious expression.

"Huh, boring." Zheng looked away helplessly, put his right fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and looked at Liu Zangfeng, who was standing under the Sword Sacrificial Willow, "Sister, I was worried about what would happen to him last night.

Wrong, now it seems that everything is fine. Fortunately, you taught him swordsmanship."

However, Luo Feiyu on the side did not answer her. Zheng couldn't help turning his face and looked at Luo Feiyu, only to find that Luo Feiyu's face was pale. It was not the white of sadness, but the white of fear in his heart. His eyes were also extremely white.

He looked around in fear, as if the crying of these mourners made him feel uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?" Zheng asked with a frown.

Luo Feiyu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I'm fine."

"Is everything really okay?" Zheng looked around suspiciously, trying to see the source of Luo Feiyu's panic. However, it seemed to be just an ordinary large-scale memorial ceremony, with nothing unique about it.

"It's really okay." Luo Feiyu hurriedly raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Chapter completed!