The sound was so terrifying that Xu Qi'an's hair stood up on his back. He turned his head reflexively and looked at Sangpo Lake.
The night watchn who were responsible for guarding the surroundings were not allowed to turn back to watch the ceremony, but Xu Qi'an had already overstepped his authority.
He saw Emperor Yuan Jing, who was wearing a bright yellow robe and knelt every three steps, slowly ascending the stage, and saw the civil and military officials, princes and princesses watching the ceremony on the shore, as well as Wei Yuan and his two adopted sons.
He saw the magnificent temple, the imperial guards, and the eunuchs.
The mont he turned back, the sound disappeared.
Was it an auditory hallucination?
I haven't looked for Fuxiang for three days, and my eyes are not blurry.
Xu Qian'an took a deep breath, not daring to look any further, turned his head back, and asked, "How much do you know about Sangpo?"
Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng replied, with no valuable information, nothing more than "the place where the founding emperor attained enlightennt", "the sword presented by Xuanwu", "the place where the royal family worshipped their ancestors", and other things that Xu Qian'an already knew.
"Save , save ..."
The voice ca again, like an evil spirit lying on your back, whispering in your ear.
Xu Qian'an stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw the sacrificial scene again. And the voice disappeared the mont he turned his head back.
Invisible fear filled his heart, and he had goose bumps all over his body.
Sangpo Lake, where the founding emperor of Dafeng attained enlightennt, and where the royal family worshipped their ancestors over the years, ca with a creepy cry for help... In the cold wind, Xu Qian'an shivered slowly.
"Save , save ..."
"Save , save ..."
Xu Qian'an was horrified, and he had the idea of running away. He forced himself to calm down, no longer caring about his colleagues around him, and took out the jade mirror. [Three: How much do you know about Sangpo? Tell imdiately, it's very important. ] [Two: Oh, number three replied, you are really at the sacrifice site, in Sangpo?]
Xu Qian'an ignored number two, waited for a few seconds, and saw the letter from number four.
[Four: Sangpo is the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng preached the truth. After Dafeng was established, it chose Sangpo as its capital. However, the legend of Xuanwu has no evidence and is not very credible.
But the magic sword really exists. The temple on the high platform in the center of the lake enshrines the sword used by the founding emperor.]
After number four finished speaking, Taoist Master Jinlian added:
[Nine: That is the magic weapon that symbolizes the fortune of Dafeng. ]
[Four: Indeed, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Emperor Yuan Jing went to the temple to ask for the magic weapon and personally presented it to the King of Zhenbei. The victory of the Shanhaiguan Battle was due to Wei Yuan's strong military skills and the strength of the King of Zhenbei. ]
Is there a magic sword enshrined in the temple?
Is the sword asking for help?
Let's not talk about whether the sword has self-awareness, why would it ask for help.
"Save , save ..." The voice suddenly beca shrill, as if dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.
The cry for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's spirit, causing him to feel slightly dizzy, and his consciousness beca confused.
He took a deep breath and entered the information: [Three: Is there anything else? I want more comprehensive information, but I want to know everything recorded in history, whether it is true or false. ]
After delivering the letter, he looked back, trying to calm the whispers in his ears.
But this ti it didn't work. He turned back, and the cry for help in his ears still existed. "Save , save !"
The veins on Xu Qian'an's forehead burst out, and the voice was like a steel needle, piercing his mind.
[Four: You brought back my mories, reminding of a record I read when I was revising the history book.
Sangpo is now guarded by the military camps of the five guards in the capital, and the defense is tight. No one is allowed to approach privately, yes, anyone.
Because five hundred years ago, the prince at that ti was playing in Sangpo by boat and accidentally fell into the lake. After being rescued by the guards, he fell seriously ill and suffered from hysteria. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sangpo.
The royal family believed that it was the prince who angered the heroic spirits of his ancestors and provoked punishnt. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, Sangpo was banned and only opened during ancestor worship.]
The prince fell into the lake and got hysterical... Did he hear the cry for help like ... Will I also make the sa mistake and end up being found drowned in Sangpo?
Thinking of this, Xu Qian'an felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, his face turned pale.
Sangpo must have so secrets, and it was definitely not to offend the heroic spirits of his ancestors, but the unfortunate prince didn't know about it, otherwise, he would never have rowed in Sangpo.
It is conceivable that this secret is probably only known by emperors of all dynasties. However, why didn't the emperor who knew the inside story ban Sangpo, and had to wait until the prince died before taking action?
Xu Qian'an, who was good at reasoning, had doubts flashing through his mind.
[Six: Why did
3 ask this?]
At this ti, Xu Qian'an no longer had the energy to answer their questions. He trembled and stuffed the fragnts of the Earth Book back into his arms, then knelt down on the ground weakly, holding his head, with a painful look on his face.
"Save , save ..."
The cries for help echoed in his ears, making his brain a ss, as if a steel needle had pierced
his skull.
His head was splitting with pain.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed the abnormality of their colleagues and were
shocked by Xu Qian'an's pale face.
"What's wrong with you? Can you hold on? You can't let down your guard at this ti. If you
interrupt or disturb your majesty's ancestral worship, it will be a capital cri." Song
Tingfeng was anxious.
Zhu Guangxiao moved his steps and wanted to co over to check the situation.
.....
At this mont, Emperor Yuan Jing had already climbed onto the high platform, the drums and music stopped, and the Minister of the Ministry of Rites knelt down to read the prayer, and the music started after reading.
Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the prayer and perford the ritual of kneeling three
tis and bowing nine tis to his ancestors.
The ancestral worship was only halfway through.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at the queen not far away, who was graceful and
elegant.
As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the mother and daughter do not look alike, but the queen is still a stunning beauty, even now, she is still elegant and noble.
You can imagine how stunning she was back then.
But with the passage of ti, her youth has passed, and she is no longer the girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes, innocent and innocent.
And I am still the sa as before, wearing a green dress.
Wei Yuan looked dazed.
As if sensing sothing, the queen, the mother of the country, looked back gracefully, and
the two looked at each other from a distance.
The queen's eyes softened for a mont.
Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly bowed. All the emotions in his eyes settled, leaving only deep vicissitudes.
"Foster father, the situation over there is not right." Yang Yan said in a deep voice.
Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw a Tongluo kneeling on the ground, and the two Tongluo
beside him turned their heads and said sothing to him.
Many masters have noticed the situation on Xu Qian'an's side.
There was no crisis for the ti being, so he endured it and didn't ask. As long as there was no assassin, no matter how big the world was, he had to wait until His Majesty finished
worshipping his ancestors.
Including the later reckoning with this little copper gong.
Wei Yuan recognized the young man he had chosen at a glance, and raised his chin: "Go check
the situation and take him away."
This was to protect Xu Qiyan.
....
"Save , save ..."
Xu Qiyan's spirit was torn by the constant shouting like a ghost. Sotis he felt like a
criminal policeman living in the new era, and sotis he felt like a native of Beijing.
The pain in his brain beca more and more severe, and he was on the verge of collapse.
My head hurts so much, don't shout, don't shout, please don't shout... Xu Qiyan covered his head, and beads of sweat rolled down.
In fact, he had already been sweating profusely.
The strange cry for help was aid at his soul, not his body, but the pain it brought was no
less than physical torture.
Amidst the strange cries for help, Xu Qian'an finally collapsed. He didn't care about the emperor's ancestor worship, the strict rules, or anything else.
When facing the desperate situation of death, nothing matters anymore.
He clenched his fists, pounded the ground heavily, and roared hoarsely:
"Shut up!!"
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color.
On the high platform in the lake, the temple suddenly shook, and then a golden sword energy
shattered the eaves and rushed into the sky.
In this sword light, the lake suddenly surged with waves, surging layer by layer, and Sangpo
seed to co alive.
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