A few days passed suddenly.

Even if you wander around in Mingyaotian every day, you can feel the atmosphere of the Three Sacrifices. You can see joss sticks and prayer flags everywhere in the world, and there are people talking about it everywhere, and many hidden people also show up...

In the distance, Huang Shulang was bending over and standing in front of an old man in white, doing his best to flatter him.

"City Lord Yang."

A greeting came from behind Zhou Shu, Hang Yilian walked over quickly, followed Zhou Shu's line of sight, and flashed a trace of disdain.

Zhou Shu turned around and smiled, "Master Hang Dafu, it's a coincidence."

"Unfortunately, I came to find you."

Hang Yilian shook his head, "There are two things I want to say."

Zhou Shu appeared a little calm, "Master Talisman, please tell me."

Hang Yilian said sternly, "First, the Tianfumen has agreed to what King Mu said, and will jointly contain the Holy Firemen in the future. After the second and third sacrifices, I will go to Xianshu City. You have been to City Lord Yang. Xianshu City, tell me about any troubles that need attention, and please ask the city lord for advice on the specific route."

"Ok."

Zhou Shu explained in detail for a while, and Hang Yilian nodded repeatedly, only a little confused in his eyes, "According to the city lord, there is no danger for the immortal practitioners to go to Xianshu City, even those from the Sacred Fire Gate and the Hanging Bell Sect? "

Zhou Shu seemed thoughtful, "As far as I feel, Xianshu City is very tolerant and open, there will be wars, and it will not involve the city."

Hang Yilian raised her hand, "Thank you, the city lord, I will check again when that happens."

Zhou Shu's eyes fell in the distance, "That seems to be from Shushan?"

Hang Yilian nodded, "Well, Lang Yi of Shushan is the deputy suzerain of Shushan, but he has suffered some calamities, and a lot of sword intent has been scattered. Although he is a quasi-sage, he has not been included in the celestial pole list. This kind of ceremonial thing. , Shushan mostly let him come."

Zhou Shu was a little puzzled, "Sacred Fire Gate and Shu Mountain seem to be at odds, right?"

"The city lord didn’t pay attention? These days, Huang Shulang and other people from the Sacred Fire Gate are communicating with Shushan and Genting City, trying to repair the relationship. Maybe they think the Hanging Bell Sect is unreliable, but the effect is very small, hehe," Unconsciously Yes, a trace of pride floated at the corner of Hang Yilian's mouth, "City Lord Yang, I'm leaving."

Zhou Shu smiled politely, "Well, see you later."

"after a while?"

Hang Yilian was a little puzzled, and soon understood something, and asked, "Could the city owner also go to Xianshu City?"

Zhou Shu didn't answer, "Master Talisman, I am a little puzzled, are Master Talisman and Du Shuang masters and apprentices?"

"I taught him for a while, but he was not a teacher and apprentice. He hasn't formally apprented a teacher. Of course, it wouldn't be me to apprentice. For a genius like him, there will be better elders to teach him," Hang Yilian hesitated. Next, "It's probably a Fuzong who hasn't come out for a long time."

Zhou Shu nodded lightly and smiled, "I see, I hope you get your wish soon."

"It's a pity to know the whereabouts of Du Shuang, but Tianfumen is a pity, I want to thank the city lord."

Hang Yilian smiled and went quickly.

In the distance, the white-clothed old man Lang Yi shook his head and walked away quickly, leaving only Huang Shulang there, looking at the white-clothed old man's back, seemingly inadvertently, revealing a stern look.

King Mu walked a few steps closer and said with a smile, "It seems that I still haven't been able to get to the mountain of Shu. If you want me to say, they should go to the Ten Thousand Soul Sect, just because they are the same."

Zhou Shu shook his head, "The Ten Thousand Soul Sect has fought against the Sacred Fire Gate many times, and it is difficult to repair the relationship, and the Ten Thousand Soul Sect never came to the Emperor's Festival."

"Yes, I haven't seen people from Ten Thousand Souls Sect these days. What do you think is the problem here?" Mu Wang nodded unconsciously, showing some doubts, "Even the Emperor's Festival is not coming. It is very for Ming Yaotian and humans. I'm rude, maybe I don't want to be a sect of the immortal world."

Zhou Shu thought for a while, and still shook his head, "Maybe don't plan, but for us, this is not a bad thing."

"That said, the more unstable the immortal world is, the more comfortable it will be for the outer world," Mu Wang smiled and nodded, and said slowly, "Mr., tomorrow is the third sacrifice, and we also need to prepare."

Zhou Shu nodded himself, "Well, go back."

Not long after, the three sacrifices will begin.

In front of the Saint's Gate, there is already a bright light.

It is indeed one of the grandest festivals in the heavens, with huge specifications and complicated rituals. After the guests enter the venue, many matters are still being prepared in front of the stage.

However, it also gave the guests a space for greetings. Many people who came to the festival pointed to this time to communicate with each other. It is usually rare to see the seniors who are cold-faced when they see them. At this time, they all show that they will not refuse. Posture, amiable, after all, before the saints in the ceremony, no one dared to make a big show, even the elders in the upper fairy court, they would also greet the ordinary Hunyuan Jinxian.

Zhou Shu also took advantage of this opportunity to exchange a few words with Liu Chi and did a little trial.

In front of Fang Yuan and Fang Li, people were even more crowded, and everyone wanted to listen to the teachings of the first seat of Luohan Hall in person.

When the stage was noisy, a gust of wind blew up and everyone was shocked. Even the incense candles on the stage that were several feet high and protected by the formation were also shaking.

"Who?!"

Wangfei's face went dark, and he looked at the audience and yelled at him.

The festival is Ming Yaotian’s top priority. For this day, Ming Yaotian didn’t know how much preparation he had made. The gate of the saint had been surrounded by the guards of the twelve houses, and coupled with the heavy formations, it was a breeze. Can't blow in, but why is there such a strange gust of wind?

There must be someone deliberately doing things, performing tactics in the audience.

The audience suddenly became quiet.

Many people have doubts in their eyes, they all perceive the wind, but the power in the wind is unclear for a while, and they don't know what kind of law power it is.

Liu Chi straightened his robes and said in a deep voice, "No one can make trouble here at the Emperor's Festival! The immortal world will not sit and watch after disturbing the sins of the festival. Who cast the spell just now, now quickly stand up and apologize in public. If you are sincere, the old man can Plead with Ming Yaotian for you."

The prestige is majestic, and it comes with a lot of coercion, but it seems to be a bit of compromise.

Liu Chi was in the audience, hundreds of miles away, even he could not tell where the power came from, indicating that the troublemaker was quite unusual, and even Liu Chi, the elder of the fairy court, had to be taboo. Of course, it may also be Liu Chi's benevolence and magnanimity first.

Mu Wang's heart is tight, UU reading www. uukahnshu. com looked at Zhou Shu intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Su is much more direct, whispering, "Is it you, Zhou Shu?"

Zhou Shu shook his head calmly, "Of course not, I don't have any reason to disturb the Emperor's Festival."

His gaze fell on the stage. Among the 12 descendants, most of his faces were angry and shocked. He had never encountered such a thing before, and he felt resentful, but there were a few exceptions. Some were calm and some were. The surprise was obviously pretended, as if he knew what was going to happen.

He said indifferently, "The Lord doesn't care, what are we worried about."

King Mu seems to understand something, "Sir, is it the internal disputes of the twelve families of descendants of the Emperor?"

Zhou Shu just smiled, "I didn't say anything."

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