Chapter 29: Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony Begins

These days, nothing happened.

Perhaps it is because the cold winter has passed and the spring breeze is coming, I can often hear the chirping of insects when I go to sleep at night.

A few spring rains have fallen, and although the wind is still a little chilly, buds and tender leaves of trees near and far have gradually begun to sprout.

Zhu Mange came several times, and Ye Yang kept his promise and taught her how to practice.

At the same time, he also heard that Zhu Mange's Yili Society had made a name for itself among the disciples of Feitian Sect, and many disciples were proud to join it.

Ordinary disciples may not know, but Ye Yang grew up in Feitianmen since he was a child and knows more different information than ordinary disciples.

The higher-ups in the sect have always been critical of the disciples' clubs. Future assessments for appointments, job ranks, and promotions to new positions are all important areas of examination. In particular, clubs founded by family members are actually a demerit.

Because there are many disputes among families, poor clans, and masters and apprentices in the sect.

A hundred years ago, Feitianmen actually had five major families. The Liu family was at its peak. The three elders and the four Vajras accounted for more than half of the Liu family. One third of the remaining half were basically their followers, who almost turned Feitianmen into the Liu family.

From then on, the sect leader’s orders could not leave the ancestral pavilion, and his power was limited to within three miles of the mountain gate.

The subordinate families fought each other, secretly disobeying the order and almost overthrew the Feitian Sect.

That was also the biggest internal strife in the history of Feitianmen. Later, the fourth-generation leader formed an alliance, brought in external aid, and eliminated the Liu family. Only then was Feitianmen able to barely maintain itself and then gradually prospered.

Therefore, Ye Yang never got involved with the Yili Society. After helping Zhu Mange with his practice every day, he never asked about other matters. Zhu Mange invited him several times, but he refused.

The Zhu family has an heirloom five-lock tiger-catching spear. Unlike traditional firearms, it has four hooks and sickles five inches below the tip of the spear.

The sickle is heavy and not suitable for girls to wield, so after Zhu Mange arrived at Feitianmen, she learned a cool sword technique.

He was elusive and fast, like a rose with thorns. He slashed with his sword. The opponent was only concerned with admiring the beauty of the rose and wanted to reach out to hold it, but he never expected that he had already been stabbed and was bleeding.

After feeding the knife to Zhu Mange, Zhu Mange's hair was flying, she was breathing heavily, and sweat was dripping from her head, wetting her hair.

During this period of time, with the help of Ye Yang, she made rapid progress. She even felt that his swordsmanship was better than some of the sect's instructors.

I secretly exclaimed in my heart.

"These six hundred spirit stones are really worth it."

Moreover, it felt like the other party was like a machine, practicing swordsmanship non-stop every day. In the past few days, every time after practicing with her, the other party would swing the sword thousands of times again without fail. Ye Yang had also told her this method of practice before, which was to swing the sword five thousand times a day.

But she could hold on for one or two days, three or four days, but she often couldn't hold on for less than a week. Later, she was occupied by mundane affairs, and she couldn't even swing the knife a thousand times a day.

Watching the other party finish teaching and then swinging the knife, drops of sweat flowed down from that hard body and resolute face, dripping onto the chest muscles, back and abdomen, as well as the lower waist and trouser legs.

Zhu Mange blushed slightly when she thought of the jokes her two elders made when they were children.

"Junior Sister Zhu, please don't come over for the next few days. We all need to prepare well for the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony."

"Brother Ye is right. I think so too. I wish you success in opening your destiny."

"I also wish that Junior Sister's wishes come true."

……

Winter goes and spring comes, a new season begins.

Everything is fine, according to the news from within the sect.

Recently, a group of wild Tuoyun horses were discovered on the banks of the Luo River under Feitianmen.

The Tuoyun horse has golden horns and snow-white hooves. It is strong and powerful, with flying mane, and seems to be walking on snow, hence the name Tuoyun.

In addition to being able to jump over mountains and streams and fly low in the sky, the golden horns on its head can also manipulate weeds and shrubs to open up long roads.

The sect's Tuoyun Horse has lost much of its wildness over a long period of time.

This group of wild Tuoyun horses can be used to purify the bloodline of the tribe.

The speed is so fast that even ordinary warriors cannot catch up.

Having this kind of mobility is a great help whether you are chasing the enemy or escaping.

In fact, the sect had already noticed the whereabouts of this group of horses.

On the morning of the next day, Ye Yang and others were already lying in ambush in the dense grass beside the Luo River and saw a herd of horses ahead.

There are about seven or eight horses in this group, five or six of them are adults, and the rest are foals.

Its whole body is white and cloud-like, its mane is flying, and it is running on the water, with its head raised and roaring, like a dragon or a tiger, with shiny fur, and is extremely handsome and handsome.

Wang Xijing waved his hand, and the Tingyutian Fire Power cast countless star-like flames, surrounding the group of cloud-carrying horses.

Formed a circle.

Thick clouds of fire mist appeared, covering the sky and the earth, obscuring the traces of the horses.

The Tuoyun Horse reacted quickly and responded as soon as the fire mist appeared.

The majestic horses were suddenly startled, neighing to the sky and running around. At this time, several monks suddenly appeared on the river bank and approached quickly.

Ye Yang and others made threatening sounds.

The horses that were originally scattered were soon gathered together again.

They drove the horses to the western mudflats, where a formation had already been set up.

Soon, seven or eight cloud-carrying horses were all within the range of the formation.

Suddenly, yellow fog filled the air, the air was filled with dirt, and a diamond-like wall suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, steel-like vines grew out of the ground and entangled the horses' legs. The seven or eight horses were caught off guard and soon fell to the ground, foaming at the head.

This is the formation called the "Small Diamond Armor Wood Formation".

It can confuse the direction and restrict the progress. The vine is made of special caltrop seeds and wrapped in gold and iron.

Just now he was not afraid of the control of Tuoyunma.

Seeing seven or eight cloud-carrying horses lying on the ground, everyone hurried forward.

"Good, this group of Tuoyun horses is actually a complete tribe, and they have the instinct to reproduce."

"There are still more than a dozen horses in the sect. Now that there are twenty or thirty good horses together, the dragon energy will naturally be generated. Maybe a horse king will appear and a cloud-stepping horse will be born."

"The Cloud-Stepping Horse is as swift as lightning. It walks on the clouds, enters and exits the clouds, eats clouds and spits out mist. It is far superior to ordinary flying instruments."

A rough male voice sounded. It was from an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a melon-shaped hat and holding a pipe.

This is the Bi Ma Steward of Feitianmen.

On weekdays, he is in charge of the grazing and placement of the Tuoyun horses.

At this time, the sect's precious herd of Tuoyun horses had added new members, increasing by seven or eight horses at once.

He was very excited.

The most important thing is that for a long time, the Tuoyun horses of Feitianmen have been bred with each other, and their bloodlines have degenerated. The bloodlines are similar, making breeding difficult.

Now that fresh blood has been added, it means that these horses have the hope and possibility of reproducing.

At this point, after the horses were under control.

Wang Xijing waved his sleeves, and countless fresh air appeared.

The clear air wrapped around seven or eight strong horses and transported them to Feitian Gate.

During the spring equinox, the hillsides are covered with yellow and red wildflowers.

A spring rain slid by, dancing on the bamboo branches and leaves.

Feitianmen’s once-in-a-decade ceremony to worship the heavens is about to begin.

That day, as soon as Ye Yang went out, he saw that the sect was spotlessly clean, filled with red lists, red cloth coats, and red lanterns.

There are even some devout people who start fasting three days in advance, as sacred and solemn as the ancient ancestors' sacrifices to heaven and earth.

In ancient times, there were thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and wild beasts were rampant. Human beings were the weakest among all races. The ancient emperor led the people to hunt wild beasts, offer sacrifices to God, and pray for blessings for all people. Finally, the human race grew stronger.

Later, the sects evolved and became the mainstream, and the time of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens was decided by each sect based on its foundation, strength, level, etc.

Each sacrifice requires a large amount of manpower, material resources, monster sacrifices, bones, blood and precious bodies, so in order to avoid too heavy a burden, Feitianmen set the time for a sacrifice to be every ten years.

Ye Yang walked into the sacrificial hall and found that the hall was already full of disciples. There were five seats in the front, and four of them were sitting there.

They were none other than Wang Dong, Flying Tiger Li Bayuan, and Yan Qingying. In addition to the three of them, there was also a young man wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword on his waist.

He has thick black hair, a thin body, an angular face and a pair of bright eyes. He is Zhang Buer, the "Xia Sanlang" of Feitianmen.

Zhang Buer is the most popular person in Feitianmen because he is brave, just, selfless, chivalrous, punishes evil and often sacrifices his own interests to help others.

But Zhang Buer is also the person who is the closest to the Feitian Sect disciples, because he will help anyone who asks him for help, so he does not confide in anyone and is often called the walking central cool breeze, blowing equally on everyone.

At the same time, he couldn't stand the fact that many people in the sect bullied the weak, and he often spoke out for justice and offended many people, so he was called "Xia Sanlang."

There were five seats in the front, but among the more than a hundred disciples present, no one walked forward and only four people sat down. It was obvious that the levels had been divided.

"Brother Ye, here."

When Yan Qingying saw Ye Yang, she quickly waved to him. Wang Dong on the side smiled slightly, with no other expression visible.

Li Bayuan looked unhappy and snorted, while Zhang Buer called out indifferently, "Senior Brother Ye."

Ye Yang waved his hand, not wanting to force himself to step out and participate in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens to awaken his true nature. Everyone is equal.

(End of this chapter)