Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 857 Soul returns

  Things seem to get easier.

  As long as Qi Xiao is willing to speak, how difficult is it to protect a Zhu Biqiong?

  Excited in his heart for only a moment, before he was pinched by Jiang Wang.

  If things are really so easy, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't have said anything in advance.

  Just think about it, a real person like Qi Xiao, the guardian of Cassia Island, is it possible for a disciple who was abolished and cultivated in the Diaohai Tower to personally go to Tianyatai to challenge the rules of the sea festival?

  Don’t say that Jiang Wang has no such face. Even Jiang Wuyou is still far away.

   Jiang Wuyou didn't mention this in advance. The only explanation was that she was not sure whether Qi Xiao could come.

  Have a discussion before, she originally went to Cassia Island, she wanted to operate some, so that the military generals close to her can participate in this sea festival ceremony on behalf of Cassia Island. So he can speak for Zhu Biqiong at a critical time.

  And the commander of Xia Shijun, Qi Xiao, was not in their plan before.

  Worry Jiang did not see Jiang Wang in the crowd, and could not contact him privately at this moment. But she sits in the main seat, sitting side by side with the real person, with a calm mind.

  In any case, it is beyond expectation. After all, things are going in a good direction.

  Jiang Wang quickly made inferences in his heart——

  For some reason, Qi Xiao decided to take a trip to Tianya Station in person. That reason may be the same as Yang Feng in Yanggu. Probably only people at their level can know.

  And Jiang Wuyou seized the opportunity and, by virtue of his status as the lord of the Huaying Palace, was able to walk with Qi Xiao. This is undoubtedly a successful borrowing.

  No matter what the people on the Tianya stage are thinking.

In the main seat, the real person Sogo looked forward, his voice was flat, but it clearly spread to everyone's ears: "Since the two generals Yang and Qi have arrived and rise again on the bright moon, then the sea sacrifice ceremony officially begins! "

  A tall and thin old man walked to the main seat and shouted: "Let’s play!"

  This person is the elder Hai Jingping, who Jiang Wang knew, and one of the four elders responsible for the practice of this sea sacrifice ceremony.

   咚咚咚, 咚咚咚!

  Heavy war drums, awakened with him.

  Then there was a desolate horn, echoing in the night sky.

   Anxiously, it spread to the entire Crescent Moon Island.

  After nine horns in succession.

  On the Tianya Stage, on the entire Crescent Moon Island, countless people opened their lips and sang.

   Thousands of subtle singing voices rushed from all directions and gathered together, becoming magnificent, vast, and shocking.

  The singing sang--

   "Cang Cang Xi cloud cover, return home in a vast expanse.

  I am willing to take the lead and fight the anger at the moment.

  Why am I afraid to break my armor?

  Where did my shirt kill me?

  I have a body of iron, dismantling the roots and fighting drums.

  I am full of blood, and it’s so fun to spill the sky!

  My mother loses my clothes, and my son loses my arms.

  Where does the soul go? Jade Broken Lingtai! "

  This mourning song called "The Return of the Soul" is to call for the return of the heroic spirit, but it is sung from the perspective of a soldier.

  Warriors fight the raging sea bravely, without fear of sacrifice. To dismantle the iron bones, shed blood, and throw one's life in the sea.

  But is he really not attached to it?

  His mother, who has lost her child, wants to sew clothes for her child, but she doesn’t know who will deliver it.

  His child, who has lost his father, wants his father’s embrace, but can never get it again.

  But, but ah.

   But even so. There is no need to ask where the "I" soul goes.

   "I" died here, completely awake, completely free, as clean and innocent as jade, and died in the sea.

  The pain of a family is to avoid the grief of thousands of families.

  Ordinary seamen heard that the head of the family was fighting against the unpredictable sea and begging for life. In this eulogy song, the extraordinary monks saw generations of extraordinary powerhouses fighting and dying in the sea.

  His back to the human race, facing the sea.

  Regardless of men, women, old or young, no matter what cultivation level or identity. When Jiang Wang saw all the people around him, they all sang this eulogy. Some looked excited, some burst into tears.

  Amidst the singing crowd, he couldn't help being infected by a power. He also opened his throat, and followed up with the tune. He has never heard this song before, and has never sung it. But it comes into it naturally.

  There is a great power that exists in everyone's heart. That is the recognition of the identity of the "human race" and a great expectation of the common destiny of the human race.

  The ending of a song, almost tears in the eyes.

  For thousands of years, generations of extraordinary monks have fought and slaughtered in the seas and territories, fighting for the safety and survival of the human race.

  Compared with this, those personal grievances, honor and disgrace, those flies and dogs fighting for power, seem so insignificant!

   There was a moment of silence on the Tianya stage, and it seemed that the extraordinary monks present were all briefly touched.

  And Hai Jingping, the elder protector of the Diaohailou Building, once again said: "Sea Festival Ceremony, a grand event for the sea people! Once a year, Jinghai Pingbo!"

  He was talking about the tradition of the sea festival ceremony.

  Ordinary mariners may not know it, only know that on the day of the sea festival, the sea is often calm and calm. But the extraordinary monks present can know a little bit more or less.

  The annual sea sacrifice day is the day when the strong human race is working hard to clean up the sea.

  In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirits, on this day, in the mysterious world, within forty-four miles of the human race boundary, no sea race is allowed to appear. No matter what Sea Clan it is, no matter how strong it is, as long as it is within forty-four miles of the human race boundary on this day, it will be frantically killed at any cost.

  This rule is called "Jinghai Pingbo".

  Of course, it is impossible for the Sea Race to agree to any decision of the Human Race, but as the blood shed year after year, it has also recognized this "tradition".

  Although it has never officially admitted, on the fourth day of April every year, the Sea Clan is unusually calm.

  This day is also a maze of years of battle, a rare day of peace.

  But all extraordinary monks should know that the sea is not as calm as it should be.

  Hai Jingping stands in front of the main seat, facing all the guests.

   said loudly: "In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirit, we must first clean up the Chen couch."

  "The way of the heroic spirit returning from across the sea should be sacrificed with the life of a traitor!"

   Jiang Wang's heart jumped, knowing that the important moment was coming, he could only wait with bated breath.

  However, Hai Jingping continued: "This sea sacrifice, forty-five people who have not forgiven sins, can be a blood sacrifice!"

His gaze became sharp, and he glanced left and right, as if to warn the evil treacherous villains in his heart, and said in his mouth: "Nowadays, this calm and peaceful day is won by countless martyrs fighting with blood. These people have no mercy or respect , To renounce faith and righteousness, and not to be a son of man! Take the capital punishment to comfort the heroes!

  He waved his hand: "Pass the sacrifice!"

  咚咚! Boom!

  The sound of war drums is up again.

  In the middle of Tianyatai, a stone slab slowly slid open, exposing the square hole and the long stone steps under the hole.

  Da! clatter! clatter! clatter!

  A neat, step-up sound.

  The tall armored men in black armor, in pairs, prisoners locked in shackles, step by step, from the stone steps, walked to the end of the world.

  ……

  ……

   (Don’t pretend to be forced, this mourning song of "The Return of the Soul" is not handwritten, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Emmm...

  In addition, I believe everyone has also discovered that Ben has spent a lot of money to ask someone to design a new cover, do you like it? )

  (End of this chapter)