Great World of Magic Cube

The two-month period said that it was not long, and that it was short and short. As the people gradually adapted to the changes brought by the world, they slowly flowed through, and they came to the autumn harvest.

Early this morning, the public servants who had received the task long ago took various utensils together with the peasants of the original Zhao, Yan, Qi, Wei and Han, and went to the ground...

"This year seems to be a bumper year." Looking at the thick wheat head in the ground, a wrinkled old man could not restrain himself.

"Yeah, more than the king, if there are no such seeds provided by the king, as well as these tools that are rented to us, there will be no such good harvest." Another old man laughed.

"We met a wise king." A woman who came over excused me.

"Yeah, we met a wise king." Others echoed.

"Well, everyone, step up the collection of food, calculate the weight early, and give it to the officials of the households, so that the money owed to the king will be returned." After an embarrassment, an old man said.

"It is this."

During the conversation, all the people walked into the ground, picked up the sickle, or brought the harvester to the government’s rented office, and began to harvest the heavy rice that was overgrown in the ground.

Words and scenes like this are everywhere in the original Zhao, Yan, Qi, Wei and Han.

As for the newly merged Qin and Chu, they have not yet emerged from the death of the country, and where will they be grateful to Ito? It would be nice not to curse him, but to quietly harvest the food in the middle of the spring.

As a result, time has passed for nearly half a month, and the weather has begun to have signs of winter.

However, this morning, along with the opening of the city gate, a large group of people from the city of Yancheng rubbed their shoulders and walked out from the east gate of the city. They were filled with excitement and talked with their neighbors. The amount of food and harvest, along with the past, went to the wilderness not far from the northeast of the city.

One by one, one can't see the head...

And in front of this group of people moving. In the wilderness northeast of Yucheng, a nine-storey, octagonal-shaped building consists of bluestone, white mud, red rock, black ink, yellow marble and some other stone materials. The huge altar of the city stands on the ground. Here.

The total height of the altar is about 9.9 meters, and each floor is about one meter high. They are connected by three layers of high stone steps and progressively progressive. Until the high platform. On the left and right sides of the hierarchy, there are piles of half-high piles, and the twenty-seven steps are all formed to form a ramp that can be passed from the bottom to the high platform.

The widest part of the bottom layer is 18 meters wide and is degraded layer by layer. When the ninth floor of the top layer is reached, the whole platform becomes a white marble platform with a diameter of nine meters. The nine seats are about two meters high, about 80 centimeters wide, round belly, three-legged, and two-eared. The body is painted with other birds and beasts in the shape of the sun, and the simple and heavy Qing Ding Ding. It stood in a circle with an unsealed circle around the top platform of the altar, but only eight of them were placed. The last one that was obviously bigger than the other eight tripods was placed on the platform. At the center of the platform, facing the stone steps at the opening.

From the top of the platform down, the eight-six-six-four-color flag is placed on the eight-story platform underneath the form of Zhougong gossip, and it sounds in the cold wind that has been slightly stabbed.

In front of the lowest level of the altar, there is a table for the three-grain spikes of the three animals belonging to this era. There are two wooden frames placed on the sides of the table. An ancient soldier who shimmered in the cold under the eyes was inserted into it and set up a military.

On the open space for the table, a pretty woman dressed in a white vestment resembling a later witch costume is divided into two rows, standing in front of the table and standing one meter behind them. Together with the firewood, the road leading to the table is clipped.

As for the location outside, it is the officials and husbands of the six provinces and six departments that came from Yucheng. Wearing official attire, dressing, juxtaposed into several rows according to the size of the prince, in the heads of Zhao Ya, Zhao Ni, Zhao Qian, Wu Tingfang, Guo Xiuer, Ji Yanran, six women with the name of Mrs. Ito, quietly standing On one side.

Thousands of people are dressed in bright armor, holding a sharp. The solemn soldiers, as well as the visible, invisible whistle, and the strict guard of the ninja, within the scope of the radius of five miles, rule out the possible existence of enemies and protect the entire ritual.

In this solemn and solemn atmosphere, more and more people in the city rushed to the scene of the sacrifice, and gradually surrounded the altar and officials near the altar.

......

At this time, in the palace hall of the city of Yucheng, Ito Shinchi stood naked from the pool and was sent by the moon god. The so-called spiritual woman selected by the secret method of the Yinyang family was wiped dry with a net cloth. Body, and wear a sash under their costumes, bring a crown, and stride out of the bathing hall.

"How can you only be there." Looking at the moon **** waiting outside the temple, Ito became a brow that was undetectable.

"This ceremony will be hosted by Luna." Yueshen replied.

“Too one?” Ito’s eyes squinted, and the tone was dangerous.

"The teacher has lived in the underground palace for many years, never seeing outsiders, but also asking the king to forgive me." Lunai leaned forward and apologized.

"Oh, before Jiuding arrived, he wouldn't come to see him. Now he wants to hold a big sacrifice. He still doesn't come to see him. His shelf is really big! Is it necessary for the king to personally ask him not to be?" Ito Cheng sneered.

For this kind of problem, Luna is also not good to answer, so I came directly to a silence.

"Very good." Seeing the **** of the moon, Ito Cheng’s eyes whispered, and said coldly, "Today, because of the business, the king will let you go first. After the end of this big sacrifice, your Yin and Yang family must give this king a Explain, otherwise he is too much of this leader, there is no need to exist anymore."

At the same time of speaking, a cold and huge, almost horrifying murderousness that emerged from the eyes of Sendo’s hell, broke out from Ito’s body and pressed against the moon god.

Yueshen's face was white, and the delicate sweat on his forehead gradually appeared, and he bowed his head down.

"Oh." After a moment, Ito became a cold cry, and it would be brought back to the moon god.

"Let's go." Ito Cheng, who went to the eclipse, said softly.

"Yes." Luna is secretly exhaling, and the tone is more respectful than ever. Then I took a step, and as Ishio’s figure stepped out of the palace, I sat in the four-horse cart that I had already prepared, took the carriage, and escorted the soldiers to the altar outside the city.

"This Zhao Wang, the strength is actually higher than the estimated number of Xiang Jun and Mrs. Xiang, even giving me the feeling, even more terrible than the appearance of the leader of the master, it seems that if this treatment is not good, my Yin Yang home Maybe it’s really going to be a big problem.” On the way to the altar, the mind kept remembering the darkness of the moon God’s worries that he had experienced in the palace.

After half an hour, the carriage went to the vicinity of the sacrifice platform.

"Come on, come!" the sharp-eyed man shouted excitedly.

Then, listening to the "Hula La" sound, originally standing around the official road, the soldiers of the Zhao Guocheng who were stopped behind by the soldiers of the holding device immediately fell down spontaneously, leaning forward and respectfully bowing down, slowing down The carriage in the run sent his own awe.

Almost in the moment when these civilians bowed down, the sky has grown to be very strong, and the purple dragon is more solid than the legendary dragon. The dragon mouth is big and the mouth is swallowed. With the gas, a bright dragonfly that ordinary people can hardly hear.

"Hey!"

"There are people who do this, and what the king will do today is to be done." The moon god, who is outside the eyes, whispers through the window.

Ito is sleepy and has no interface.

So it took another two minutes, and the carriage stopped slowly. Then the spirited woman came forward and opened the door from the outside. She bowed her head and walked out of the carriage to get out of Ito and the moon god.

"Chen and I have seen the king." Seeing the emergence of Ito, all the officials and soldiers present and the civilians in the vicinity immediately prayed to Ito in a manner consistent with their own points.

"People are excused." Ito Seng waved with one hand, it was a whisper of the atmosphere.

"Thank you on the king." The people thanked, or stood up straight or stood up.

When the crowd was receiving gifts, Ito and the moon **** came to the center of the site, and they understood the land that had been wet by the clean water. At the end of it, it is the table placed in front of the sacrifice platform, and the first stone steps of the altar.

"Luna, almost, let's start." Ito said to the moon **** beside him.

"Yes." The moon **** shouted and turned to the witches and said, "Fire."

"Yes!"

In the crisp response, two witches dressed in white clothes walked out of the queue and came to the front of the witches behind the witches. They sealed their hands and created a red-yellow fireball between the palms, gently putting them in front of them. The firewood is on the heap.

"Call~"

In an instant, the raging fire quickly burned on the woodpile.

Then the two did not stop, and the other one lit the firewood behind all the witches, and after all the firewood was finished, they continued to climb the altar and stepped up the firewood on the platform until they would The last two piles on the eighth platform ignited.

"Starting the ritual music." At this time, Luna once again shouted high.

Immediately, a burst of "sounding" sounds of good old music, and heavy drumming sounds reverberated over the field.

In this quiet and melodious, yet heavy and strange music, the remaining white witches began to sing a singular dance around the original and full of special beauty that was used to worship the firewood. The voice of the song.

"Ji Ri Yu Chen Liang, Mu will be happy to go to the emperor. Fu Changjian Yu Yuxi, 璆锵 兮 兮 琅 琅. Yao Xi Yu Yuxi, 盍 兮 兮 兮 芳 蕙 蕙 蕙 蕙 蕙 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠 奠Pulp. Yang Lan drum..."