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After finishing their food and strolling around for a while, they returned to the inn. After all, tomorrow is the main event. The clothes purchased today do not need to be washed. A few cleaning techniques can make them clean.

It seems that being together every day has made He Qianqing more familiar with Yang Yuyao's body than Yang Yuyao. He knows more about Yang Yuyao's tolerance than Yang Yuyao himself. Therefore, even if they are still lingering tonight, it will not affect tomorrow at all. of play.

Speaking of which, He Qianqing doesn't seem to have any other weird hobbies except for trying out various new positions. And Yang Yuyao didn't know if he had developed a habit due to poor health in his original world. He didn't like to move very much and just lay down when he could. After all, when your heart starts to feel uncomfortable, it’s extremely uncomfortable whether you’re standing or sitting. Over time, Yang Yuyao became accustomed to lying down as much as possible in his free time. Therefore, as long as he didn't need to exert any effort on his own, he was willing to let it go and let He Qianqing do whatever he wanted.

The weather was sunny the next day, but the sunshine was not strong. It was a good day to stay outside. He Qianqing helped Yang Yuyao put on the crimson Dazi costume again and styled his hair the same as yesterday. Once again, He Qianqing's technique was obviously much more proficient, and he quickly sorted it out. While he was changing his clothes, He Qianqing asked Yang Yuyao to help tie his belt. He Qianqing put on this outfit yesterday all by himself. Yang Yuyao didn't know that He Qianqing would ask for it, but he didn't object. Since He Qianqing helped him, it was natural for him to help tie the belt.

"Let's go." He Qianqing said, straightening Yang Yuyao's collar and carefully hiding the traces he left last night.

"Okay." Yang Yuyao nodded.

They walked directly through the light and arrived at the venue. The Huihuo cultivator who was guarding them was only responsible for guiding everyone to the empty seats. They did not verify their identities or ask them to hand over their weapons. It was not known what they relied on to maintain security. Yang Yuyao remembered that in his original world, the area where they lived was very strictly managed. Although non-military and confidential personnel could enter and exit without reporting, they had to go through a security check card whether they wanted to enter or exit. , and the identity and documents must be verified before release. Therefore, many college students who were admitted to their universities found it inconvenient to go home even during the holidays after four years at school.

The layout of the main venue of the Huihuo Cult celebration looks like a huge football field, but the performance must have an obvious direction. However, Huihuo Cult does not arrange seats for visitors by selling tickets, so whether it can get good results The location depends on how early you arrive when entering. I obviously felt that every link was full of problems, but when I entered the venue, it was surprisingly orderly. No one was causing trouble, and I don’t know why.

But if I think about it carefully, I seem to understand why they did that. After all, such a celebration will also have many high-level monks coming. Low-level monks will naturally not cause trouble if they don’t want to die in front of high-level monks. But if high-level monks are determined to cause trouble, they want to stop everyone. It must be possible to stop it, so I just let it go.

Fortunately, except for evil cultivators who deliberately cause chaos, normal high-level cultivators will not ruin other people's celebrations just for trivial matters, making everyone unhappy. After all, who wants to be ganged up on by others for revenge? Even if I can fight it, it's still very annoying, not to mention I haven't paid attention to it.

Yang Yuyao and the others arrived relatively early, but not the earliest. Therefore, when they arrived at the auditorium, the only place with the best viewing angle was the top and farthest position. However, the two of them didn't care and found a place to connect with them. We are ready to sit down together. However, He Qianqing's uncontrollable aura frightened the monk in front of him, and he quickly stood up to give up his seat. It wasn't until He Qianqing said he didn't need it many times that he sat back uneasily. And He Qianqing also silently restrained his aura.

He Qianqing is not like Yang Yuyao who is used to suppressing the realm. Even though some people in the Immortal League now know that Yang Yuyao's true realm has reached the terrifying integration stage, Yang Yuyao still habitually suppresses the Jindan realm to show others, but today , he reached the foundation building stage. As for He Qianqing, he rarely even restrained his aura. In the past, when he was in Qingfeng Sect, he would only restrain his aura when he had to take the disciples out to perform tasks, but he didn't do it in Qingyuan Peak. Even before Yang Yuyao started practicing, his aura never made Yang Yuyao feel shocked or frightened. He Qianqing usually interacted with monks of similar realms, so it was even more unnecessary to restrain his aura.

After all, breath is different from coercion and will not cause harm to people. However, some low-level monks are particularly sensitive and therefore extremely fearful. After all, it has been half a year since they left Qingfeng Sect. These days, they are with Yang Yuyao, who is not uncomfortable with his own aura. He Qianqing came to the celebration venue. For a moment, he forgot to restrain his breath in advance, which was why he frightened the monk like that. However, it is beneficial to be so intimidating. Everyone in the surrounding area now knew that a powerful person was sitting among them, and everyone sat calmly with their backs straight.

Yang Yuyao looked around curiously. He and He Qianqing both wore the half-face masks they had worn in Linfang Town before, so as long as they didn't meet someone very familiar with them, there was no need to worry about being recognized. I don't know if it's because of wearing a mask or because He Qianqing is by his side, or because of the combination of the two, but this time Yang Yuyao doesn't feel as uneasy as before even if he is sitting among the crowd. He was even in the mood to observe his surroundings casually.

Not long after they took their seats, the seat with the best view was filled. But unlike when the sect disciples competed, the monks who arrived later did not choose other empty seats to sit calmly. Instead, they showed their magical powers and floated above and behind Yang Yuyao's position. Some were wielding swords, some were volleying directly, and some were using various magical weapons. In short, they were getting higher and higher as they got more tired, which gave Yang Yuyao a feeling of chill in his back.

Only those monks who are of a low level and cannot float for a long time, and who do not have a boss to accompany them, will honestly choose the empty seats on both sides and take their seats one by one. It was still some time before the celebration started, so during the waiting time, some people began to chat quietly.

"The young man in red next to that powerful man is definitely a beauty!" A monk said quietly to his companions.

"Isn't he wearing a mask? How do you know?" His companion asked in confusion. "Have you ever seen him take off his mask?"

No one would think it was strange that Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing wore masks. In fact, most of the people who came here wore masks, and there might even be evil cultivators sneaking in. But everyone came here for relaxation and entertainment. It seemed that everyone was here. Very uniformly, they don’t want to be disturbed by being recognized by acquaintances. Even the two monks who were chatting through the sound transmission each wore a wooden mask.

"No, but look at his profile, the tip of his nose, his lips, his beautiful jawline, and his slender neck. What is he if not a beauty?"

"Indeed, it's a pity that I can't see the upper part of the face. I can't see the eyes clearly either, but the eyes are very bright, which makes it look pretty."

"Strange, why do you feel so much gaze directed at me even though I'm wearing a mask?" Yang Yuyao thought to himself, his hair standing on end, wondering if he was too sensitive. But he couldn't help but leaned closer to He Qianqing. He Qianqing was naturally aware of Yang Yuyao's approach, so he released a little of his previously completely restrained aura to deter those restless eyes.

Waiting for the show to start is a bit boring, but at least it's more comfortable than performing on stage yourself. Yang Yuyao could even use his spiritual consciousness to play the mini-game he just joined in Xunlian after other people withdrew their gaze due to He Qianqing's intimidation. After a game ended, the sound of trombones sounded on the field. Yang Yuyao turned off the light screen and turned his gaze to the field. He saw a male monk holding up an astonishingly large horn and blowing it. The horn was estimated to be at least three meters tall, and its entire body was golden.

Then Yang Yuyao remembered that this was not some kind of cow, but a spiritual beast called Jinjin that looked like a cow. This kind of spiritual beast was huge and golden in color. The strength is also extremely strong, and it can pull mountains. Therefore, the gold on the horn is not painted on, but its own color. Of course, the people of Dazi will not be satisfied with its original form. People in this country seem to like complicated and gorgeous things very much, and the same is true for the monks of Huihuo Cult. Therefore, the horn is also decorated with many shiny things, and Tie colorful ribbons.

The horn didn't stop for several breaths after it was blown. Just when Yang Yuyao was sighing in his heart about the monk's great lung capacity, the drum sounded. Then various musical instruments began to play, and the monks in rich robes, men and women, walked in a row, leaving the middle empty. Then a man wearing purple and gold robes, with even more gorgeous overall clothes, landed from the sky, and then slowly walked towards the high platform in the middle. There is no doubt that this is the Holy Son of the Huihuo Sect.

Seeing the hairstyle of the Holy Son, Yang Yuyao naturally thought of the copycat version of the hairstyle of the Holy Son of Huihuo Cult that Ye Qianqian once combed for him. I don’t know if the hairstyle Ye Qianqian has seen is the same as this time. If it is the same, then the finished product of Ye Qianqian’s hair will not only be exactly the same, but it can only be said to have nothing to do with it. Not even the low-end version.

"Master, is that person standing on the high platform the Holy Son of the Huihuo Sect? His hairstyle looks so complicated." Yang Yuyao sighed to He Qianqing through a message.

"Yes, that is the Holy Son of the Huihuo Cult. Even if he is a Holy Son, his hairstyle will only be combed during celebrations. It is said that it takes three people to do it for a long time." He Qianqing replied.

"Half a day? Do you need three people to comb it at the same time?" Yang Yuyao couldn't help but be speechless. Fortunately, monks don't need much sleep. Otherwise, in order to keep his hairstyle from messy, the Holy Son would have to be like some of the people in Yang Yuyao's original world. The country's aristocratic women generally cannot lie down to sleep for fear of messing up their hairstyle.

During the brief interval during which they transmitted sounds, the Holy Son of the Huihuo Sect began to sing in conjunction with his body movements. Yang Yuyao listened carefully to the lyrics and found that they were more like simple modal words than formed words. Lyrics composed of languages.

As the singing got better, the Holy Son began to dance. His dancing movements were extremely stretched and looked very powerful. But for some reason, Yang Yuyao felt that his dancing movements seemed to be imitating the postures of cats. of. As the Holy Son danced and sang, his whole body began to glow with a golden-red light. This light rotated and gathered with his movements, rushing towards the torch higher up, and finally condensed here, turning into a pulsating light. flame.

"This is actually a lighting ceremony!" Yang Yuyao suddenly had a strange feeling like he was watching the opening ceremony of a sports competition. Thinking about it this way, it seems natural that this celebration venue should be similar to a stadium. The Holy Son of the Huihuo Sect was still singing and dancing on the high platform, and several women wearing gorgeous clothes of different colors came down below, each carrying a large plate, as if presenting a sacrificial offering.

And they did go up the steps to the high platform, danced, went around in a circle, put down the plates in their hands around the torch, and then continued dancing with the Son. They did not dance around the Son they taught, but around the torch. It's just that their steps are extremely subtle, and it looks more like they are dancing with the Son as the center line and two sides.

Yang Yuyao was a little curious about what the sacrifices were, and then looked at them carefully. Although it was difficult to see at this distance even with the eyesight of a monk, Yang Yuyao could still roughly see what they were.

Most of the sacrifices served here are various kinds of meat. Fish, chickens, pigs, and cows are normal, but what about rats and snakes? There are also what look like dry herbal leaves and bare branches, etc... Yang Yuyao thought of the movements in Shengzi's dance that were suspected of imitating the shape of felines. Those leaves and branches couldn't be catnip and wood. Polygonum? The more I look at it, the more it looks like what’s going on?

"...Could it be that it is actually the Holy Fire Zhaozhao, my disciple, meow meow meow meow?" Yang Yuyao murmured in a low voice with a strange expression,

He Qianqing turned his head after hearing Yang Yuyao's low murmur. Although he didn't understand why his disciple suddenly meowed like a cat, He Qianqing was so cute. So much so that he, a great master in the tribulation stage, did not notice at all that a masked monk on the side cast a veiled glance at Yang Yuyao.

The Holy Son of Huihuo Cult left after his performance. Yang Yuyao thought he would deliver some speech. After the Holy Son left, the female cultivators dancing on the high platform also flew away. But then a group of male cultivators in uniform slim-fitting clothing fell on the field, dancing extremely enthusiastically in mid-air. Later, more female cultivators joined in. The clothes of these female cultivators were sexy but not revealing. The male and even female cultivators watching the performance cheered.

The dance was followed by a riding performance. Fifty high-headed horses were led to the venue. The Huihuo monks riding on them continued to perform various difficult movements, allowing the horses to chase each other, race, and overcome obstacles.

After performing their riding skills, a group of female cultivators landed on the field holding swords in both hands. They originally thought they were going to compete with each other, but they actually started a sword dance. Each woman with thick eyebrows and deep eyes held two long knives in their hands. As they kept rotating, the snow-white blades turned into shining arcs, making these women look particularly heroic.

These colorful and dazzling performances lasted until noon, and they did not rest at noon. Instead, he started a new project. There are real horse racing competitions, camel riding competitions, and ring competitions using the special physical skills of their Huihuo Cult.

There is even a competition for catching giant-toothed golden squirrels that tourists can participate in. To participate in this, people with high realms must push their realm to the foundation building stage, and they cannot use weapons. They cannot kill giant toothed golden rats and must capture them alive. The ranking is judged based on the number of giant-toothed golden rats caught alive, and the top three will receive mysterious rewards. As for other participants, they can take away the giant-toothed golden rat they caught.

Although the giant-toothed golden rat is a very common spiritual animal, its fur is still very valuable, so even if you don't compete for the top three, there are still many people participating in this activity. After all, anyone who participates is guaranteed to catch one. A giant-toothed golden rat. As for those games, you can place bets, so there are many monks around who have placed bets and watched and cheered.

Yang Yuyao did not place any bets, nor did he participate in the capture of the Giant-tusked Golden Rat, but he watched the entire process of capturing the Giant-tusked Golden Rat. He Qianqing placed a bet on the horse racing, but did not stay there to watch the results. Instead, he went back and accompanied Yang Yuyao to watch the entire activity of capturing the giant-toothed golden rat.

These competitions last for several days, including the event of catching giant-tusked golden squirrels, which will also be held every day. In addition, there will be other activities, and the entire celebration will last for five days. Not all monks can stay that long, but there are no tickets for coming here to participate in the celebration, so you can come and leave as you like. Even if some of the monks who came earlier left, other monks would arrive one after another. After all, there was a grand closing ceremony for the Huihuo Sect's celebration.

After watching Capturing the Giant-tusked Golden Rat, Yang Yuyao accompanied He Qianqing to check on the horse racing. Fortunately, He Qianqing made a small profit. However, he did not continue to place bets, but asked Yang Yuyao what his next plan was.

"Going to have dinner first?" Yang Yuyao glanced at the darkening sky and asked, He Qianqing smiled and nodded. So the two of them carefully avoided the crowd and prepared to leave the venue. At this moment, three monks from the Huihuo Sect blocked their way.

"What happened? Did the people from the Huihuo Cult hear my complaints? But I didn't mention the Huihuo Cult clearly?" Yang Yuyao felt a little panicked for a moment, wondering if these people were looking for trouble when they stopped them. He Qianqing stepped forward the moment these people appeared to stop them, protecting Yang Yuyao behind him.

"Fellow Taoists from the Huihuo Sect, what do you want here?" He Qianqing asked.

"Sorry to bother you two fellow Taoists," the Huihuo cultivator who stood in the middle and seemed to have a higher status said with his fists clasped in a kind tone, "I wonder what the relationship is between you and the young master you are protecting?"

"I am his master." He Qianqing replied, his voice getting colder.

"I came here to ask if your beloved disciple is interested in joining our Huihuo Sect?" The monk did not panic and replied with a smile.