121 Dark Trigrams
Junshan.
The process of each sword sacrifice meeting is the same. First, mourn the heroes who died in battle, express their grief, and then replace those heroes to live well. In addition, a banquet will be arranged for several consecutive days. In order to adapt to the sad atmosphere created by the morning festival, at the first day's banquet, the food was mainly tofu, and the people who came to participate in the sacrifice were rewarded, and the deceased were prayed to this. The food was served with red plates and bowls to express the joy of the deceased, and wish the deceased rest in peace, and blessings for the future.
Since it is bean soup rice, there are very few meat foods at the banquet, and even the wine is replaced with soy milk without sugar.
The banquet was in full swing, but several teenagers had finished their meal early and went to the yard to stroll.
"What a feast, there is not even a little meaty star." Gu Jingyao sat on the steps, burped, and then said angrily: "Has the wine been used by them to sacrifice to the sky? What a waste!"
"Don't make trouble!" Lan Chuqi, who was beside him, frowned and said, "Douyan is not allowed to be rejected by the person who is invited, and he is not allowed to speak nonsense in private!"
"Okay, OK." Gu Jingyao nodded quickly.
"Although I'm so nagging, I didn't stop at all when I was having dinner." Luo Feiyu took his wine gourd and walked out of the banquet.
"Are you a wine?" Gu Jingyao stood up and pointed at the wine gourd.
"Soy milk." Luo Feiyu threw the wine gourd into the sky, and a bean-white fragrant juice flowed from the gourd into his mouth.
"The wine smells!" Gu Jingyao sniffed suddenly.
Lan Chuyi couldn't help laughing, "You can do it!"
Luo Feiyu raised his hand and took the wine gourd, "My gourd has been serving wine for more than ten years. After putting the soy milk in, it naturally smells a little bit of wine."
"It's just wine." Gu Jingyao muttered.
"What you see in your eyes and your facial features are all what you see in your heart." A tender voice came from the eaves, "The donor looks quite old, but his heart is so pitiful!"
Everyone looked up and saw Mo Haochen, a small Taoist from Wudang, sitting cross-legged on the eaves. Gu Jingyao was even more furious when he heard the words, pointed at Mo Haochen and said, "It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable. A little Taoist boy also pointed at me at me. It's really unreasonable!"
"No, it's not that Dao Master, I'll point me at you." Mo Haochen raised his finger and knocked Tiandao Zhenxuan, who was shaking behind his back, "It's what my sword told me."
"What a mess, crazy." Gu Jingyao muttered dissatisfied.
Lan Chuqi looked at the Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan, "It is called Yi, it is not heard, it is called Xi, and it is not fought, it is called Wei. It is said that the Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan can explore the appearance of sentient beings and can divine the hexagrams of sentient beings. You can tell the sword master the hexagrams through your own form." Then he looked at Mo Haochen and reminded: "Little Taoist, the Heavenly Dao cannot be leaked, so I hope to be careful about words first."
"Those pilgrims come to Wudang Mountain and want me to tell fortunes a lot. I am not happy to help them divine fortunes. It is his honor to help this guy tell fortunes today." Mo Haochen held his chin with his chin, but his right hand was placed on the trembling hilt of the sword.
Gu Jingyao sneered, "It turns out that he is just a bad fortune teller. I have seen many such liars in the world."
Luo Feiyu sighed and smiled without saying a word.
"What's more, if you ask me to be cautious, do I really have to be cautious? Why should I listen to you?" Mo Haochen sneered at Lan Chuqi.
"How did you talk to Miss Chu Bi?" Gu Jingyao was furious and said angrily: "A fucking little brat is lacking the beatings of the world, right?"
Lan Chuyi frowned when he heard this, hurriedly grabbed Gu Jingyao who was beside him, then stepped forward and bowed, with a respectful tone: "Master Xiao Taoist, my Taoist has something to say, revealing the Tao of Heaven is a long life. I hope to think twice."
Gu Jingyao was confused and shocked at Lan Chuyi's inexplicable humility and respect, "Miss Chuyi, are you?"
"You Taoist?" Mo Haochen looked up and down at her and said disdainfully: "Look at this robe, you seem to be from Longhu Mountain. How dare you teach me Daokuiwu to do things?"
"You!" Gu Jingyao suddenly raised his hand and stuffed something into his mouth. "You little kid's mouth is a little bit good. Did you get up this morning and stuff it into your mouth!"
Mo Haochen was angry when he heard the words and wanted to scold him back, but he felt a stench hitting his face, making him dizzy and his body swayed and fell off the eaves.
Mo Haochen felt pain, "I'll wipe it, you can't afford to squirt and eat garlic?"
"Haha, little brat..."
"Gu Jingyao, stop talking." Lan Chuyi shouted urgently.
Gu Jingyao's smug smile gradually solidified, and he covered his mouth and looked at Lan Chuyi, "Miss Chuyi, I..."
Lan Chuyi did not respond, but instead drew a water-based spell with his fingers to remove the pain on Mo Haochen's body. "Young Taoist Master, if you talk about the way of heaven, it may damage the fate of my Taoist immortals. I hope you are cautious!"
"Failure life? I am still young, less than six years old, I can afford it; I can lose my immortal fortune? I have a deep foundation in Wudang. What can I do if I lose my immortal fortune in Taoism?" Mo Haochen spoke slowly and looked at Lan Chuyi indifferently.
Lan Chuyi looked at him, and was shocked for no reason.
Gu Jingyao's wrist flashed with a cold light, and he stepped forward and pointed to the path, "Little brat, please pay attention to me..."
"shut up!"
Lan Chubi interrupted him again.
The tone was firm and full of anger.
Gu Jingyao was stunned suddenly, stopped and stopped.
Luo Feiyu, who was standing beside him, had a flash of blood in his eyes, and walked up and pressed his hand on Tiandao Zhenxuan. "This sword is connected to Tiandao, and he is ignorant of Tiandao, and he will damage Jianxuan. It is precisely because Tiandao Zhenxuan's sword masters used to say something lightly that most of them ended up being punished by heaven. Tiandao Zhenxuan also fell from the second place in the famous sword book to the fifth place. As the sword master, you must know but not say anything."
Mo Haochen glanced at Luo Feiyu and patted his hand away, "This brother is right, that's all."
Lan Chuyi took a breath, looked at Gu Jingyao, and looked at him. However, before she could explain, Gu Jingyao snorted coldly and then ran away silently.
Mo Haochen said sarcastically: "It's a glass heart, this kid."
Luo Feiyu sat down on the steps and felt the "mysterious momentum" that kept surging on his fingertips. This is the unique sword force on Wudang Dao Sword. Unlike the sword intent and sword energy of other swords in the world, the "mysterious momentum" is invisible but it is born in the world, ruthless but it carries the sun and the moon, and has no roots to nourish all things, no sharpness but it is everywhere. It is the foundation of Wudang's sword.
However, this mysterious momentum was fleeting.
Before Luo Feiyu could think too much, Mo Haochen interrupted his thoughts, "Brother, we had already met three months ago, and it was a time to meet each other. I still don't know the name of the honorific surname?"
Luo Feiyu replied: "Luo Feiyu."
Mo Haochen pondered for a moment and said, "Although I am not afraid, I don't need to worry about the loss of my Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan's sword, but I have a word to tell you intact."
"What do you mean?" Luo Feiyu's heart moved.
"A word you just said." Mo Haochen suddenly became very mature and no longer had the childishness of his age. "The gourd has been filled with wine for more than ten years, and after putting the soy milk in, it naturally has a little smell of wine."
Luo Feiyu frowned. This was a sentence he said accidentally just now. He didn't understand what this sentence could mean, and looked at Mo Haochen in confusion.
Chapter completed!