Merry little roll

The north wind blows the leaves, and the usually quiet Biluo Mountain Villa finally makes a sound, and there is a booming "boom boom boom" sound from the top of the hillside.

On the hillside, the mountain people climbed up in groups of twos and threes. The morning sun shone on their backs, and a few elderly people trembled step by step with the support of the strong men at home.

The sacrifice for the mountain god, the tradition of praying for the blue sky, and the hasty battle for the way of heaven.

The huge field was surrounded on all sides, and there was a blue lime line in the center of the field, dividing the men who were riding and hunting into two groups.

"Mo Yin Yaojun, do you know why you divided this group into two groups?"

Yuan Yang agreed to the young man last night, so he was more concerned.

"One team is for hunting, and the other team is for things."

"That's how it is..." Yuan Yang couldn't help yawning. After returning to his room last night, he stayed up all night to make a wood chip kit for Yaojun. .

The demon king in white seemed to understand Yuan Yang's thoughts, and said "No problem".

Mo Yin watched the red rope spread out from his palm, twisted in mid-air, and then went straight into Yuan Yang's palm, his eyes darkened.

Yuan Yang blew in the cold wind for a long time, his bones were crushed by the chair, and he yawned again.

"Let me see the little devil who will turn into a girl... Hey... Why do they seem to be the only ones left..."

Before Yuan Yang finished speaking, a little girl came reluctantly outside the venue, with reluctance written all over her face.

"Smelly Taoist priest, words don't count, be careful that you will give birth to an extra ass when you have a child in the future."

Although Yuan Yang was far away, he could hear clearly, and the corners of his lips raised an arc.

Why give birth to one more, grow on your body?

"I didn't promise you to change back to your original body to participate in this hunt. I just let them believe it." The man in Tsing Yi was still so strict, even the steps he stepped on the ground seemed to be measured, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.

"Why do you care so much about them? Do you have any past?"

"It was entrusted by an old friend."

"Old friend, what kind of old friend?"

"A fellow apprentice."

Yuan Yang, who eavesdropped on the conversation between the two, opened his eyes wide, as if his heart had been cut lightly by a feather, and he couldn't help but muttered, "A junior from the same sect."

Before the words fell, both ears were suddenly covered by a burst of coldness.

"Stop listening."

Mo Yin covered Yuan Yang's ears, and his eyes rolled without any waves. "Don't listen any more."

Yuan Yang froze for a moment, his black and white eyes were stained with confusion.The invisible red rope between the palms of the two people was shining, but it was also three points red.

The men on the field stood in two directions, with green leaves drawn on their bronzed faces. Although it was not a sunny day, there was already a light layer of sweat on the back of their necks, their noses were wrinkled, and their eyes were full of tension.

Outside the arena, there are their relatives, as well as the dignitaries of Biluo whom they turn to, elders, tumbling red flags, women twisting their skirts, brass cats pacing, and...

"Smelly Taoist priest, have I ever seen the old man you mentioned?" The little devil was born with schizophrenia, and he leaned back and spread on the man in Tsing Yi, his left foot dangling on the ground.

"Never." The man lowered his eyes.

"Have I ever heard of it?" His left foot dangled again.

"I've heard..."

The men outside the venue couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help yelling loudly, "You...monster... If you should become a man, you should change quickly, don't dawdle, don't let the mountain god come to see you later You are so idle!"

"You don't care about me, there is no time limit, I can go up whenever I want!"

"You...you yellow-mouthed kid!"

"You bald old men!"

"you......"

"Stop talking." Hei Panzi, who had been silent by the side, suddenly spoke out, his left ear moved slightly, and his eyes dimmed, "Master Mountain God... is here."

A melodious sound of horns suddenly sounded in the distance, and the copper bells sounded like, on weekdays, there was only dust fluttering in the sky above the hunting ground, and countless blue falling flowers covered the ground with desolation.

A group of tall and straight young men dressed in black robes came in from the southwest entrance. Behind them was Master Shan who was pulling the mountain sedan chair. The side arm of the young man in black in front of him.

"Lord Mountain God, Wan An."

In the Quanqi hunting ground, thousands of people from the inside to the outside of the arena bowed their heads and whispered. The originally noisy place was empty and silent, only the ethereal copper bells and the rolling red flags remained.

Behind Jin Qiu's sedan chair, a goat painted bright red was leading the goat, dragging its chain and moving step by step.Everyone's eyes followed the goat until the mountain mikoshi was pulled to the very center of the stands.

Master Shan walked forward from the sedan chair, and took a look at the black pancake boy under the table.The youths in black scattered silently towards the surroundings of the hunting ground, standing upright in all directions like stakes.

Hei Panzi raised his head, first glanced at the dark sedan chair, then drew out the scimitar at his waist and lifted it up into the air, "Cut hands, that's fine!"

In the distance, the sound of Qiang flute suddenly broke through the air, and everyone on the field raised their hands, raised their sharp weapons amidst the dust, and pierced them into the side of their wrists.For a moment, the smell of blood spread, and the bright red blood rolled down the ground along the men's skin in big drops, smashing into red puddles one by one.

"Hunting, start!"

Master Shan's booming sound was like a seed, breaking through the air along with the sound of the Qiang flute.

Immediately, the swords intersected, the dust on the two sides of the lime line merged, the shouts of the men merged into one, and the starting point of the splash in the sharp light and shadow was scarlet.

The sound of Qiang flute continued, and Jin Qiu's sedan chair revealed a dark corner of light.

"It's time for you to play." The man in Tsing Yi patted the little devil's back.

"You really want me to play?" The little girl turned her head sideways, as if she was pretending to be stupid.

"It's time for you to play." Hei Panzi took the words and answered seriously.

"really?"

"It's time for you to play!" The men outside the court wanted to kick the little devil up, "Go, go, go."

"Then I'll go." The little devil raised the corners of his lips, the wooden hairpin on his head swayed, and his smile was dazzling.

There is a circle of white lime lines around the periphery of the field. The little devil's clogs venture into the inner side of the lime, but it hangs in the air, like a golden rooster comically independent, and the little feet are still dangling in the air, but he just refuses to put it into place.

The man who was just called a 'bald old man' outside the venue was already full of anger, but now he saw it, hey... this little girl even played the movie by herself, hanging there half dead... Immediately, he rushed his head in anger, slapped his thighs and stood up, punched the little girl behind him, and pushed with his big hand.

"Go in and you!"

The little devil was so violently pushed that he didn't have time to react, he rushed forward violently, his feet hanging in mid-air slammed so abruptly and forcefully on the mud.

At that moment, the foot contacting the ground burst out a violent current, piercing the sky and covering the earth from between the feet to the field in all directions, like a purple snake flying close to the ground, bringing up waves of rolling and splashing mud with dust.

"Boom"

A wind carrying an electric current rose in mid-air, whizzing past violently, the whole ground was shaking, and the man who just pushed the little devil was also shocked by the shaking and fell to the ground, completely unresponsive to what happened.

"Ah, I told you not to let me play casually. Isn't this... the end?" The little devil raised his mouth in the dust, retracted his feet, and leaned limply on the man in Tsing Yi again .

A huge crater Lala appeared in the center, and gray mist floated in the sky.

The man who was knocked to the ground stared wide-eyed, pointing at the collapsed field behind the little devil, speechless, everyone in the stands let out a cry of surprise, and the noise covered the Qiang flute and copper bell for a while.

Especially Master Na Shan, his whole body was trembling.

why... why the hell....

"Master Shan, the hunt is over, he won, and it's time for the Lord Mountain God to come out." The man in Tsing Yi approached a few steps forward, and his watery demeanor suddenly became sharper.

"No, the Lord Mountain God doesn't see people at this time, and he can only meet in private!" Master Shan shouted out sharply, but uncharacteristically, no mountain people agreed with him this time.

How could this be...why should there be such an existence...

Men in black robes struggled to climb out of the collapsed site, ran quickly behind Master Shan, and carefully formed a half circle around the sedan chair.

Yuan Yang stood up and exchanged glances with the black pancake boy under the stands.

Suddenly, a mountain dweller broke the calm and looked at the gilded sedan chair with burning eyes, "Master Mountain God, we are suppressed by evil spirits, why don't you come out to protect us..."

"Master Mountain God..."

The mountain people who were baptized by sacrifices and baptized to numbness on weekdays stood up one after another. Their memories seemed to be only the blood of the circumcision ceremony, the sheep painted red, and the yellow talismans pasted in front of the hay-stacked houses, but now they have magnificent Lightning's vision.

A nauseating feeling of dread suddenly swept over the venue.

Master Shan stepped back in this panic, whispering tremblingly, and there seemed to be a sharp cry of some kind of animal in his throat.

"Meow."

The brass cat was spinning around in front of the sedan chair, and its vertical eyes shone strangely, as if it was looking forward to something.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the golden-fur sedan chair, but Master Shan stepped forward and stopped him vigorously, his eyes radiating a frightening light.

"You can't do this, this is the mountain god!"

"Meow!" Brass screamed sharply.

The mountain people stood up and made noise.

The sound of copper bells, meowing of cats, rolling of red flags, screaming of women... all of a sudden intertwined into a huge and impenetrable noise.

In the midst of this chaos, a deep and steady sound came from inside the sedan chair.

"Father, I have been waiting for this sacrifice...I have been waiting for a long time..."

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