Magic Martial Arts

The days of eating, drinking and having fun are always so 'boring' and 'tedious'. No matter how reluctant people are in their hearts, the three-day celebration finally and inevitably comes to an end!

On the fourth day after the celebration, the 'Tianfeng' ceremony was in progress on the 'Qinghai' grassland on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month... In front of the Jinting tent, at a height of nine hundred and ninety-nine feet and nine inches, looking at the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, an altar was built to offer sacrifices to the heavens, offering beef and mutton, fresh milk and fine wine, prayer flags and stone piles, praying for heaven's protection, and in order to report the king's merits to be crowned, the grassland was made king, and the orders were given to 'Qinghai'.

As the rhythmic sounds of the leather drum, the chao'er and the bead rub sounded, a man wearing a huge, strange-looking hat that looked like a bull's horn and made of pure silver gradually and slowly emerged from behind the altar. Next came a face that was both old and young. It sounded quite contradictory, but this was Su Chen's first impression of him.

He looks "old" because the wrinkles on his face are so deep that they seem to be able to "crush" many mosquitoes to death; he looks "young" because his exposed sideburns and long beard are both jet black, especially his pair of black and somewhat "shiny" eyes, which seem to be able to see through everything!

There was vitality and vigor in his eyes, but his body revealed a sense of decay and hunchback. As he walked up to the platform step by step from the back, his body seemed to be bent by the silver-decorated ox-horned hat, and he almost stood on the platform half-bent. Su Chen was even a little worried, fearing that this hunched figure would be crushed by the huge hat. Fortunately, he held a long cane in his hand. This cane was not straight, but twisted and winding upward, and at the top of it there was a miniature version of the ox horn, especially in the middle of the two ox horns, there was a shiny black round bead inlaid, and there were a lot of hairs at the connection between the ox horn and the cane... uh... don't get me wrong... it's actually the kind of mane similar to the one on a lion's neck.

The combination of the 'ox horns', 'black beads', 'canes', 'manes', and a hunched figure wearing a gray-black plain robe and a huge 'silver-decorated' ox-horn hat, has a very 'ancient' and 'mysterious' feel...

He seemed to be a frail, hunchbacked old man, but he just stood there as if he had blended into the world, which made people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts!

"Witch King... the messenger walking on earth on behalf of the Eternal Heaven... please accept the most sincere respects from the people of the Qinghai grassland... Alas!"

On the ground below the arena, figures were crowded together, with only the front area in the middle being empty. The grassland king 'Batu Bayin' and the queen 'Borte' stood in the front with a dozen subordinates, and the one who spoke at this time was 'Batu Bayin', the king of the grassland.

He took a step forward, placed his right palm on his heart and bowed slightly, his eyes looking sincerely at the hunched figure of the Witch King on the stage.

Although there were many people at the moment, the scene was very quiet. When the Prairie King finished speaking the last word, all the remaining people in the audience put their right hands on their chests and bowed, speaking sincerely:

"Alas…………"

There are only two simple words, and only a simple pronunciation, but they seem to be shouting with all the heart, and instantly the whole picture looks "mysterious" and "sacred".

Su Chen, Rio and the others could only "watch" from a distance. There was no way. "Morality" and "belief" were different, and "God" could not be "recognized" randomly... It was just that "belief" was different, everyone could understand and figure it out, but what did this have to do with "morality"...

In this regard, Su Chen could only wave his hands helplessly and said, it’s not important... it’s not important...

The ceremony continued, and as the crowd's "Woo" sighs ended, the Witch King raised the staff in his right hand high, and at the same time spread out his left hand and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. In the distance under the sky was the hazy and majestic sacred "Tianshan Mountain".

"In the battle of crowning the king, the enemy was defeated with an ingenious plan. The people's wishes were won and the will of heaven was obeyed. The king of Qinghai was crowned. May he live forever and be blessed by heaven. Qinghai will last forever... Alas... I obey the people's wishes and show the will of heaven!"

At the same time, the "mature", "distant" and "mysterious" voice slowly came out from the Witch King's mouth, as if it was about to "fly" to the sky.

There was a sudden pause in his words, and a page of text, as light yellow as cowhide cloth, condensed in the air. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as what the wizard had just said.

Everyone held their breath. The wizard lowered his head, looking at the grassland king Batu Bayin in the audience without blinking. He solemnly reminded:

"...donate blood...Chengtian..."

As 'Batu Bayin' raised his hand and bit his right index finger, a drop of blood as big as a bean flew into the air and landed directly on the cloth in mid-air. A red light flashed and a red fingerprint appeared at the lower left corner. Next to it, a line of small vertical characters gradually emerged. It was 'Boerjin Bayinbatu', the full name of the grassland king.

"It's done!"

And with the witch king's last call, it seemed as if a bridge between heaven and earth was connected somewhere. The cloth covered with the handprint of the grassland king shook, and then turned into a light yellow light and disappeared into the sky above, like a sharp arrow, disturbing the endless wind and clouds. After a moment, the wind and clouds disappeared, and the light shone on Qinghai, which seemed to warm the hearts of every grassland person!

"The sky is clear and cloudless, and the view from a high place is bright. The heavenly sealing ceremony brings eternal blessings, and the signing ceremony is so... magical."

Seeing this, Su Chen couldn't help but compose a poem, and in his heart he couldn't help but sigh, no matter how good the words are, they are not as good as pressing fingerprints, signing and stamping... well... it's practical... real!