Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

After the end of the first stage of Qing worship, the second stage followed.

The hooded witch led everyone up the stairs to the Great Witch Temple at a high place.

Zong Luo followed behind Emperor Yuan step by step.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his father's walking speed seemed to have slowed down a lot today.

Not only did his walking speed become slower, but his steps, which had never been lighter after practicing martial arts, became much heavier, so that he could clearly hear which step the next step fell on.

When Emperor Yuan fought on the battlefield, he was well-known in all countries, and his martial arts were naturally not far behind. Even after he ascended the throne, it is said that he still had the habit of exercising every morning. Had a few tricks with the big insiders.

In the early years, some people from various countries sent assassins to assassinate him, but the assassins did not make three moves.

Is it because he vomited blood today and felt uncomfortable?

Before Zong Luo could come up with a reason, the ladder came to an end.

In the center of the Great Witch Temple is an open mouth, inside which is planted a tall and large 10,000-year-old tree.

The Long Live Tree has been planted here since the beginning of Hongmeng, and it has experienced countless years of wind and rain. The branches rooted under the light are said to be able to cover the entire underground of the Great Witch Temple, and the broad leaves above cover the sky and the sun, so there is no need to build a roof at all.

It snowed last night, and now the sun is rarely out again. The snow on the top tiles of the Wu Temple has melted, and it fell tickly, swimming into pools of clean snow in the corners of the eaves.

Next is prayer.

Taiwu, wearing a hood and holding a long staff of bones, stood on the altar under the Long Live Tree, with his arms raised, facing the direction of the sun, and reciting unknown obscure songs in his mouth. The tone of voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, and it is extremely strange.

The witches stood behind the chimes, and the ethereal knocking sound lingered in the clouds and mist in the mountains.

The long live tree bears bunches of fruit fluttering in the wind. The higher you go, the fewer the fruits that successfully form a bunch because they absorb nutrients from sunlight and other fruits. At the same time, the color becomes more pure, from orange to golden, which is beautiful.

These fruits are called Fuze fruits. They never fall naturally, but only fall after drying and withering. They are extremely precious witch medicines.

You can't see it from a distance, only when you walk in front of this tree can you know how big the tree is.

The height of light is more than 60 meters, and dozens of people can wrap around it in a circle.

After walking up, all the princes who were thinking of each other also cheered up.

This link is the most important link for them in the entire Qing Dynasty.

The art of archery is a reserved program of the Qing Dynasty every year. It is said that because the ancestors of the clan used nectar to the almost withered Wanzai tree, it was blessed by the Wanzai tree, and it was possible to shoot down the fruit of blessing during the Qing Dynasty.

Everyone present was assigned three arrows, and the more Fuze Guo was shot down, the smoother it would be. If you can hit nine in a row, it means that God blesses the Great Abyss, which is a good omen.

If three arrows want to hit nine, each arrow needs to hit three fruits in a row, which is not too difficult.

Da Yuan's choice of the prince has always been titled "Heaven's Choice". Whether it is the final decision of the Shaman Ritual Ceremony, or the countless previous lessons from history, it all shows this.

In the end, apart from Emperor Yuan's attitude, we still need to see the results of the witch sacrifice ceremony. However, the other party, Tai Wu, can't be contacted at all on weekdays, so he can only perform well today, not for anything else, to leave a good impression, and it's not bad to ask for a lot of money.

They practice archery hard, just for today.

In particular, the fifth prince Zong Yuanwu was even more eager to try. He picked up his weight/crossbow weighing three stone and began to look for a suitable position to aim at.

Zong Yongliu was not to be outdone. He is no different than Zong Yuanwu, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood. He can only pull a two-stone crossbow at most. However, if he loses, he will not lose the battle. So he also took a seat early.

As for Zong Hongjiu, he just caught a glimpse of a huge secret, and he is not in the mood to go up at this moment. What's more, he was young, he didn't go to school well on weekdays, and he often fled when he practiced martial arts. Anyway, he was young, and no one expected him to shoot Fuzeguo, so he just shot three arrows in a hurry, and it was counted as the end.

Zong Chengsi continued to implement his own doctrine of the mean, and he was hit by one of the three arrows, which was not bad.

At this moment, the students from the hundreds of schools who were only allowed to stand far below to watch also entered the arena one after another.

The time they entered the Great Witch Temple was originally after the courtiers, and they belonged to the last group. They didn’t know anything about major events such as the return of the third prince. Now they are excitedly fiddling with the bows and arrows in their hands. Opportunity.

Taking advantage of this effort, Zong Luoan quietly stood by.

In this life, because of his death, many ceremonies have been pushed back, the most important of which are the witch sacrifice ceremony that should have been held at the end of this year, and this year-end Qing ceremony.

In previous years, Zong Luo had done the feat of shooting down eight arrows from three arrows.

Although he didn't intend to participate, the witch on the side prepared bows and arrows for him.

Since they have all taken over, Zong Luo can't help but take it.

Pei Qianxue, who has never been involved in martial arts, was frowning at the heavy weight in his hand. I saw it, and I was about to come over, but I didn't expect that another person would take the lead.

Yu Beizhou, who had a ghost face on his face like everyone else, leaned over and said, "Mr. Gu, you're really fine."

His gaze fell on the slender neck of the prince in white as if in substance, and his smile became more and more obvious when he looked at the bandage slightly soaked in blood above.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zong Luo could only say, "Your Highness."

He wasn't dead, Yu Beizhou's eyes were so malicious, when he was just doing the ritual, he was like a light on his back, and the wound on his neck, which was bitten by life, became more and more painful.

As long as he closed his eyes, Zong Luo could think of the moment when the other party's burning/hot lips and teeth bit his neck.

Yu Beizhou's tiger teeth are very sharp, which may belong to dogs. With a light bite, it pierced the fragile skin and buried it in the flesh. The hot tip of his tongue rested on the top of his throbbing carotid artery, sweeping away the rushing blood, as if tasting a delicious meal.

For a moment, Zong Luo really had the illusion that he was going to be swallowed alive by Yu Beizhou and eaten into his stomach, which made people tremble.

Everyone knows that Yu Beizhou is perverted, but for the sake of perversion, people really don't want to say anything.

Yu Beizhou began to make up his own good tricks again, and he put his hand on Zong Luo's hand holding the bow very naturally: "Sir visited me last time, and I feel that Mr. Come and try the arrow for Mr.

Hell, when did he visit Yu Beizhou?

This little liar.

Zong Luo only felt that he was one big and two big.

There were already many people around him secretly watching.

Zong Luo, who suddenly came out, was originally the focus, not to mention King Beining, who also held great power and was quite appreciated by His Majesty. When these two people got together, they thought of Zongluo's troubled relationship with the King of Beining before his amnesia, and it was hard not to attract attention.

Standing with his hands behind his back, the unsmiling Emperor Yuan saw it, and his brows were directly twisted into Sichuan characters.

"Thank you for your kindness"

Just when Zong Luo was about to reject Yu Beizhou bluntly, he suddenly heard familiar footsteps in front of him.

As soon as Zong Luo heard it, he knew that his father was here.

I didn't hear Yu Beizhou honestly calling your majesty.

Now that Dad is here, Zongluo doesn't have to make excuses with Yu Beizhou again.

So he stood there obediently and heard a rustling sound in front of him.

"Father, I shot six!"

Zong Yuanwu's manipulation was as fierce as a tiger, while Wu He skillfully used a clean black cloth to catch the Fuyuanguo he shot down.

On the other hand, Zong Yongliu's income was bleak. He only hit three of the three arrows, and they were all those at the bottom with poor condition.

Seeing this scene, Zong Yuanwu didn't feel too proud, he ran to Emperor Yuan's side with a bow and arrow to ask for credit.

On weekdays during the Qing ceremonies, military generals rarely come to patrol, and all the people present are civil servants.

For example, like Pei Qianxue, it is not bad to be able to hit one, and it is also considered top-notch to set off Zong Yuanwu abruptly and put it in the prince.

"good."

Emperor Yuan responded calmly, took the archery equipment from the tray in the servant's hand, bowed his head and tied his armguards for himself.

"Father, do you want to try this too?"

Zong Yongliu took the bow. Although he had already prepared himself mentally to be inferior to Zong Yuanwu in this matter, but if he really wanted to meet him, he would inevitably be uncomfortable, so he naturally wanted to join Zong Yuanwu's invitation.

"Um."

Emperor Yuan never spoke much.

Maybe ruthless people are like that.

But this short "um" word is enough to shock everyone.

In the past, the holy priest would never participate in the Lari Qing ceremonies, so the courtiers and princes let go of the limelight, and occasionally commented a few words.

Emperor Yuan put on his wrench and turned around and said, "You build your bow."

Zong Luo realized that this was speaking to himself, so he skillfully took out an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow.

His movements were smooth, as if he had rehearsed thousands of times, it was just a preparation move, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was a master archer.

Zong Luo is naturally a good archer.

In the era of cold weapons, swords and bows are both martial arts that must be learned. To graduate from Ghost Valley, one of the things you have to do is hit a moving object 100 meters away.

The ferocious ghost face of the royal family is daunting, and the eagle-like sharp eyes behind the hollow easily lock onto a string of blessings at the highest point.

One, two, three, four, no more, no less, just nine hanging together.

That bunch of fruit is the highest point that the princes have wanted to challenge over the years.

However, this string of golden-yellow blessing fruit is located at the highest point, and there is only a thin vine attached to it. Zong Yuanwu tried it two years ago, but his arm strength was insufficient, and the arrow tip was still a long way off when he drew the bow, so he regretted giving up.

The one who won the leader of hunting skills among the hundred students just now came to try it, but the distance was too far, and several arrows were missed, and he could only sigh.

The always dignified and stern emperor walked behind the white-robed prince.

The next second, a pungent and solemn cold fragrance enveloped Zong Luo.

Zong Luo stiffened.

Even if he really can't see now, he can know from the voice that Emperor Yuan is standing behind him now, a very close position.

The tyrant didn't seem to want to explain, but asked lightly, "What about the strength in your hands?"