A Weird Theater That Started In London

Head start!

Under the watchful eyes of King Mingling, everyone was in awe, while the Minister of Rites held the document in his hand, stabilized his mind, and recited the prepared document aloud.

Forty-six couples, flowers in clusters.

I have to say that these readers who rely on pens to eat do have two brushes.

"Mud hands and pick up incense, devoutly cultivate ancestors' farewells, respectfully prepare ceremonies and music, and perform three offerings. I would like to drink with fragrance and drink it. I recommend it to the saints in Jinling City God Temple, and pray to Jinling City God Temple."

At the end of the recitation, all the officials and ministers saluted, but Lu Xu, the Marquis of Henan, remained calm.

In fact, even if he wanted to salute, Lu Li couldn't agree.

"What you want, this king already knows."

King Mingling nodded reservedly, looked at the people in the audience, and said, "After the sacrificial ceremony is over, it will be up to you."

At this point, the plan to appear before people is almost complete.

Next, it is only necessary for the deity Lu Li to come forward and tear a page of the great Confucian handwriting on the top of the city, and use the poem of the emperor to break the magic law of Purdue Cihang and collect more personal prestige.

At the same time, the ministers in the hall praised King Ling Ling in unison, and the subordinate officials of the Ministry of Rites presented various offerings in turn.

Outside the hall, the sound of ritual music can be heard endlessly.

In contrast, Duke's ceremony in Jinhua Mansion was much simpler and was not officially recognized by the imperial court.

On Lu Li's side, as long as the demon law is broken, the Mingling throne will be blessed by the luck of humanity and the luck of the imperial court, so that the body of law will be completely transformed.

At that time, even if you enter the Netherworld and enter the home field of the Montenegrin old demon to fight, you will not have to worry about your own combat power declining.

After all, King Mingling is one of the few great gods in the Yin Division. He fights in the underworld of the underworld, and he dares not guarantee that his combat power will be doubled.

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Soil, animal, divination, fried, sea, stem, tree.

Seven types of offerings are neatly arranged.

The air was filled with the smell of meat, as well as the smell of candles.

The subordinates from the Ministry of Industry began to rebuild the Hall of Judges, and the chief officials of the Ministry of Rites discussed in a low voice whether to use Taijiu as a sacrifice after the restoration of the court's luck. Gratitude and respect.

In this regard, Lu Li was noncommittal.

In a way, it's also a way for them to express their surrender.

"As long as you catch the centipede spirit and behead it in public, you can justifiably go for the supreme position of humanity."

Walking on the top of the city, Lu Li whispered in his heart, he didn't change into any fancy clothes, he was still dressed in Tsing Yi, but he had a naturally convincing aura.

Below, everyone was talking.

"This is Xingjun coming down to earth?"

"It can be called bright jade."

With the help of various forces, all the people in the city knew that there was a remarkable figure in the lineage of the Hou Lu clan of Henan.

And a few women who were signaled by the elders at home, wearing veils, sat in the sedan chair and watched from a distance, secretly determined in their hearts to ask their father and brother to go to the Hou residence to propose marriage as soon as possible, so as not to be taken first:

Lu Li was originally good-looking and beautiful, but now he has a mysterious sense of rumors about the mysterious and secluded, and the stars are descending from the earth, which naturally attracted enough attention.

Qingfeng and Yuechi also came in a hurry, and under the guard of the guards of the Hou residence, they occupied a good place and watched Lu Li cast spells from a distance.

Looking at the crowded scene below, Lu Li couldn't talk about stage fright, he just felt a little emotional and said:

Today is different from the past. If you want to compete for the throne, you must stand in front of the stage and accept the attention from all sides, so as to condense a general humanitarian trend.

"Master Zhu, you say, can this little Marquis do it?"

"Why not! When the sacrifice was made earlier, King Ming Ling didn't make it clear that he would handle the matter and ensure everything was safe."

In a corner, there are more than a dozen literati in official robes. They are also concerned about whether their luck can be restored. If they succeed, they will have some means of self-protection in the future.

"I don't know, King Ming Ling has a close relationship with this man, and Lu Xu, the Marquis of Henan, whispered to himself..."

It is foreseeable that there will be countless true or false rumors in Jinling City in the future, which will be widely circulated in the market, and all of them will be beneficial to the Lu family.

Hearing the whispers coming from all directions, a smile appeared on Lu Li's face.

It's a pity that I couldn't realize the Taoist technique to break the demon, and I could only use Confucian methods, otherwise, the effect would be even better.

On second thought, it was actually the same.

There are very few people in the city who can really distinguish between Confucianism and Taoism. The Han Yu Daotong who knows how to look at the air is considered one, and the younger brother Wang Zijing who has obtained the true inheritance of Tiantai is one.

Others are gone.

The strange people who were originally enshrined by the honorable ministers, once tested last night, all leaked the filling, but they were stronger than ordinary people, and they could not even look at the breath.

In this way, no matter Lu Li uses various means to break the demon method, no one will question him. Anyway, he will be able to confirm his identity as an immortal.

[The sun is shining brightly at the beginning, and the mountains are like fire]

[A round of instant skyward, driving back the stars and the waning moon]

The booklet that Bai Xiao gave was very thin, only twenty sheets, containing twenty poems or sentences.

Lu Li quickly turned to the page he was going to use, an imperial poem.

Since the Qin Dynasty, the founding monarchs who were able to unify China can be counted with their fingers. Among them, there are few poems written by them that are well-known and circulated in the world.

Especially this kind of grand verse.

Therefore, as soon as the Qi machine ignited the paper, the sound of a dragon roared, and the entire Jinling City shook lightly.

In the Zijin Mountain in the eastern suburbs, there is also a sound of dragon roar, which is indistinct but real.

It was the filial mausoleum of Zhu Yuanzhang, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Throughout the past and present, he was the only one who conquered Mobei five times as an emperor, killed the bulls and white horses and sacrificed the heaven and earth, and completed the achievement of sealing the wolf and living in the house.

Sadly, the man has passed away.

That dragon roar was extraordinarily weak, like a flooded dragon whose mouth was sealed.

"The breath will run out."

Several officials with sharp ears heard the faint dragon roar from the direction of Zijin Mountain, and couldn't help looking at each other. There was a sad mood brewing in their hearts, but it came and went faster.

The group of people looked at the cyan back at the head of Independence City, and instantly became concerned about it.

However, Lu Li, who was the party concerned, couldn't care about these things. Under the observation of the Qi watching technique, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon condensed from Wen Qi soaring into the sky. Wang Qi.

"Ow..."

Although the people gathered at the city gate were not as meticulous as Lu Li could see, they also noticed a five-clawed golden dragon hovering in the sky.

As the sound of the dragon's roar grew louder, Nanzhili, which covered thousands of miles of land, became extremely quiet for a while. In the past, the vicious and blood-sucking demons and monsters shrank away, daring not to come forward, for fear of being liquidated.

The sun that was originally sinking in the west suddenly shot out endless red light, like a volcanic eruption, breaking through thousands of miles of clouds.

Qingfeng and Yuechi couldn't help raising their hands to block their eyes to avoid getting burned.

"It seems... the sun hasn't been this bright for more than ten years."

Among the common people, some elderly people couldn't help but sigh, and in an instant, they resonated with countless people.