At this time, it was not yet dawn and it was dark.

The cold wind in the early morning cut through the face like a knife. Xu Qian breathed the cold air into his lungs and cheered up.

More than ten meters away, Song Tingfeng said: "After the ancestor worship is over, let's go to Jiaofangsi to play the Russian Roulette."

Hearing this, Zhu Guangxiao on the other side showed some emotion.

Xu Qi'an has taught two colleagues the general gameplay of Russian Roulette. Ancient people had never heard of such a fancy game, and it was also offensive to morals.

The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao couldn't stand it at the time and angrily accused Xu Qian of immorality.

Thinking about it afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more exciting it became, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

"Let's talk about it later," Xu Qian said.

There were no silky and thin work caps in this era, and he was a little resistant to it.

"You're not interesting anymore." Song Tingfeng said displeasedly, arousing people's sexual interest but not satisfying them.

"I can be a commander and teach you how to play." Xu Qian said.

"No, you have to play together. This will show our deep relationship." Song Tingfeng refused.

"He wants you to call Miss Fuxiang too." Zhu Guangxiao exposed the dirty thoughts of his long-time friend.

While chatting, Song Tingfeng frowned and said, "Why do you always look at the lake?"

Xu Qian answered truthfully: "I always feel that Sangbo Lake is eerie and makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Shut up!" Song Tingfeng whispered: "You have been blown away by the wind. Sangbo is a sacred place and the place where the founding emperor attained enlightenment. Don't talk nonsense."

Zhu Guangxiao then warned: "A high-quality warrior has sharp ears and eyes. If your words are heard, you will be punished."

Xu Qian fell silent immediately.

At this time, the deep and heavy sound of bells and drums came, echoing in everyone's ears, and a sense of solemnity came over them.

The watchers, who had been chatting easily before, immediately fell silent and showed serious expressions.

In the sound of music dedicated to sacrifices, a mighty group of people left the imperial city and headed towards Sangbo.

There are no horses or carriages, everyone is on foot.

There were hundreds of people from the royal family, clans, civil and military officials, and hundreds of people participating in the ancestor worship.

This team has almost gathered the power of the Dafeng Dynasty at its peak.

The leader, Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty, was wearing a simple Taoist robe, and his black hair was tied with a wooden hairpin. He was over fifty years old, with a long beard and handsome appearance, and he had the air of a Taoist master.

Behind him on both sides are the graceful queen and the plump concubine.

Then there are the princes and princesses.

Emperor Yuan Jing had many heirs, including twelve princes, but only four princesses. The eldest princess was only twenty-five this year, nearly ten years younger than the emperor's eldest son.

The eldest princess, who is famous in the capital for her talent and beauty, has eyes as clear as a pool, a pale face, and is cold and cold. She followed the team silently.

Amidst the music, the sacrificial team came to a bright yellow tent, and the immortal Emperor Yuan Jing led the two eunuchs into the imperial tent.

The rest of the people are waiting outside.

The ministers in charge of sacrifices were busy, inviting gods and lining up to prepare for the emperor's subsequent ancestor worship.

Xu Qian remained motionless, turned his head as hard as he could, and peeked at the sacrificial scene with the corner of his eye.

He saw a procession, holding spiritual tablets covered with yellow silk, following the winding water corridor, ascending to a high platform, and placing the spiritual tablets on the large case in front of the temple.

After this team returned, another team, under the guidance of Taichang Temple officials, brought offerings and sacrifices of various types, with the number at least two to three hundred.

When everything was ready, the minister of Taichang Temple stood outside the imperial tent and said loudly: "I have finished calming the nerves. I welcome your majesty."

The princes, princesses, civil and military ministers all knelt down and worshiped at the same time.

The great eunuch opened the curtain, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who had put on bright yellow uniform, appeared in front of everyone with a solemn expression.

At this time, he lost the faint celestial spirit of a Taoist master and only had the majesty of a human emperor.

"This posture feels more solemn than the highest meeting in my previous life... It's worth the trip, it's worth the trip..." Xu Qian was enjoying the sight, and suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, knowing that someone was talking in the Dishu chat group

Already.

He waited for a moment, waiting for the patrol team to pass by, put his hand into his arms, and took out the jade mirror without completely taking it out, half exposed and half hidden, and took a look.

[Two: I remember today is the day when the royal family worships their ancestors, the 1st and the 3rd, right? 】

[Four: Calculating the time, today is indeed the ancestor worship ceremony. I also participated in the royal family's ancestor worship ceremony back then. 】

[Two: Back then? Oh, No. 4, you were an official back then, and your status was not low?]

【Four: Yeah.】

No. 4 had served as an official... Xu Qi'an was stunned. Didn't No. 4 have a relationship with the female national preceptor of Renzong?

Well, this also makes sense. It was because he had been an official that he met the female national preceptor.

It seems that No. 4 is also a person with stories.

Xu Qian found it very interesting. The holders of the fragments of the Book of the Earth were not ordinary people. They had mysterious identities and strong cultivation.

Interacting with them is like playing a game, uncovering their mysteries layer by layer.

[Two: That’s interesting. No. 1 didn’t reply, and No. 3 didn’t reply either.]

Damn this little bastard... The corner of Xu Qian's mouth twitched as he was suddenly tricked.

It is obvious that No. 2 did not really care about the royal family's ancestor worship when he passed the letter at this time, but it was a test.

Test the identities of No.3 and No.1.

Due to the connection between the Earth Book and the holder, even if you fall asleep, you will be awakened, so there is no chance of missing it due to rest.

Unless there is an emergency, you cannot reply.

However, it is impossible for No. 1 and No. 3 to have emergencies at the same time. If this is the case, it means that both of them are participating in the sacrifice and cannot take out the fragments of the book in public and reply to the letter.

At this time, Xu Qian's actions aroused Song Tingfeng's idea.

He calmly let go of his hand, and the half-exposed jade mirror slid back into his pocket.

"Be serious and don't do unnecessary things." Song Tingfeng frowned and warned.

"I know, I know." Xu Qian responded perfunctorily.

It's not good. I am a disciple of Yunlu Academy. I have no reason and no qualification to participate in the royal family's ancestor worship... Now my identity is exposed... Damn it, these guys from the Tiandihui are all scheming.

generation.

However, No. 1 did not reply... Heh, he (she) was also present, who could it be?

When Xu Qian's thoughts were rising and falling, the members of the Heaven and Earth Congregation and the holders of the fragments of the Book of Earth were also thinking about the same question.

Isn't No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy? As we all know, Yunlu Academy has almost cut off his official career. Even if he has one, he is not qualified to participate in the royal family's ancestor worship.

Moreover, judging from the image of No. 3, he is a student of Yunlu Academy, which makes it even more impossible for him to participate in ancestor worship.

Isn’t No. 3 a disciple of Yunlu Academy?

No, if so, how can we explain what happened before?

Unless he participated in the royal family's ancestor worship in other capacities, right, people placed by Yunlu Academy in various departments of the imperial court?

What kind of yamen would it be and what would be its identity?

On the contrary, they were not surprised by the identity of No. 1, because they had long known that No. 1 was from the imperial court and had a high status.

[2: No. 4, you have been an official, you come to analyze it. No. 3 is the situation.]

[Four: I do have a guess in my mind, but why should I tell you.]

[Six: No. 2, you are not in the capital. Even if you know the identities of No. 3 and No. 1, what will happen? 】

Both No. 4 and No. 6 spoke for No. 3 in a subtle way.

Xu Qian endured the throbbing and did not check the information.

After watching the ancestor worship ceremony for a while, Xu Qian felt strange again.

He always felt that Sangbo was eerie and had an indescribable sense of crisis.

Suddenly, Xu Qian heard a strange sound amidst the sacrificial music.

The voice was saying:

"Help me, help me..."

Xu Qian was stunned for a moment and listened carefully, but the voice disappeared.

"Tingfeng, Guangxiao, have you heard any strange sounds?" Xu Qian asked two colleagues not far away.

"You mean the sacrificial music? It is indeed a bit... a bit deafening." Song Tingfeng changed his words with a strong desire to survive. He wanted to say that it was very unpleasant to listen to.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Xu Qian was about to speak when the strange voice came again. This time he heard clearly that it was coming from Sangbo Lake.

"Help me, help me..."
Chapter completed!