It seemed like there was some ulterior conspiracy, and when she saw that Feng Aoran's steps were obviously frivolous, as if she couldn't find a focus, she felt a little anxious, so she interrupted.
"Wan Fei," seeing Feng Aoran's steps stop, Shi Mouyuan stepped in front of Wan Fei and said unhurriedly, "Your Majesty is offering sacrifices to heaven, and no one is allowed in this ceremony.
Interrupt, your Majesty should respect the gods and sincerely pray for my Fengling Continent. How can you interrupt the ceremony casually?"
Because his back was to Feng Aoran, Shi Muyuan did not hide anything, but only used his eyes to signal Wan Fei not to talk too much.
"What Shi Aiqing said is, after all, this is related to the safety of my Fengling Continent, how can I let others do it for me. Don't worry, my dear concubine, I believe that Taoist priest Xun Yuanzi will protect me."
After saying that, Feng Aoran strode towards the center of the array.
Xun Yuanzi saw Feng Aoran getting closer and closer to him, the smile on his face became more and more weird, and the color of his pupils changed rapidly. He looked very mysterious, but when Feng Aoran walked into him, his eyes changed again.
He returned to his original appearance and looked just like a normal person.
Feng Aoran came to the center of the formation, and as expected he could not feel the slightest bit of strong wind. He couldn't help but admired and said to Xun Yuanzi: "Taoist, your reputation is indeed well-deserved. Having Taoist here is indeed a blessing to me, Fengling Continent."
"I don't dare to take this responsibility." Xun Yuanzi bowed and said, "Having such a good emperor who loves the people like a son is the blessing of Fengling Continent. Now please stand in the middle and don't move, we will do the rest.
Heaven-sacrifice ceremony.”
Feng Aoran had no doubt that he was there, and stood quietly in the center of the altar, watching Xun Yuanzi holding up the peach wood sword in his hand and mumbling words into the sky. He saw that the previous strong wind was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually became smaller and smaller.
After disappearing, Feng Aoran admired Xun Yuanzi even more.
At this time, a mahogany sword suddenly stretched out. Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran: "I would like to ask Your Majesty to put your first drop of blood on this sword."
"Okay." Feng Aoran ordered someone to take the knife, cut his own finger, and dropped a drop of blood on Xun Yuanzi's sword. Xun Yuanzi pressed his left hand on the spot where Feng Aoran's blood was dripping, like a wise man.
Still waving the wooden sword in his hand.
"Your Majesty, what is the purpose of your coming to worship heaven?" Xun Yuanzi asked.
"For the peace and prosperity of my country, Fengling Continent." Feng Aoran replied.
"Okay." After Xun Yuanzi said that, he danced that weird dance again, but this time he didn't wear a mask, but stared at Feng Aoran closely with his small eyes, his lips flying up and down.
, saying something that Feng Aoran couldn’t understand.
Feng Aoran was in the center of the formation, and felt that Xun Yuanzi's eyes were changing rapidly. They were almost blue but not blue, and exuded a strange aura. Unknowingly, his heart and soul were tightly captured by Xun Yuanzi's eyes.
He couldn't even hear the sound of horns around him, and could only hear Xun Yuanzi's voice. The voice seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it seemed to be speaking close to his own ears.
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
…
These words kept lingering in Feng Aoran's ears, as if there was some ulterior conspiracy, and when she saw that Feng Aoran's steps were obviously frivolous, as if she couldn't find a focus, she became a little anxious, so she interrupted.
"Wan Fei," seeing Feng Aoran's steps stop, Shi Mouyuan stepped in front of Wan Fei and said unhurriedly, "Your Majesty is offering sacrifices to heaven, and no one is allowed in this ceremony.
Interrupt, your Majesty should respect the gods and sincerely pray for my Fengling Continent. How can you interrupt the ceremony casually?"
Because his back was to Feng Aoran, Shi Muyuan did not hide anything, but only used his eyes to signal Wan Fei not to talk too much.
"What Shi Aiqing said is, after all, this is related to the safety of my Fengling Continent, how can I let others do it for me. Don't worry, my dear concubine, I believe that Taoist priest Xun Yuanzi will protect me."
After saying that, Feng Aoran strode towards the center of the array.
Xun Yuanzi saw Feng Aoran getting closer and closer to him, the smile on his face became more and more weird, and the color of his pupils changed rapidly. He looked very mysterious, but when Feng Aoran walked into him, his eyes changed again.
He returned to his original appearance and looked just like a normal person.
Feng Aoran came to the center of the formation, and as expected he could not feel the slightest bit of strong wind. He couldn't help but admired and said to Xun Yuanzi: "Taoist, your reputation is indeed well-deserved. Having Taoist here is indeed a blessing to me, Fengling Continent."
"I don't dare to take this responsibility." Xun Yuanzi bowed and said, "Having such a good emperor who loves the people like a son is the blessing of Fengling Continent. Now please stand in the middle and don't move, we will do the rest.
Heaven-sacrifice ceremony.”
Feng Aoran had no doubt that he was there, and stood quietly in the center of the altar, watching Xun Yuanzi holding up the peach wood sword in his hand and mumbling words into the sky. He saw that the previous strong wind was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually became smaller and smaller.
After disappearing, Feng Aoran admired Xun Yuanzi even more.
At this time, a mahogany sword suddenly stretched out. Xun Yuanzi said to Feng Aoran: "I would like to ask Your Majesty to put your first drop of blood on this sword."
"Okay." Feng Aoran ordered someone to take the knife, cut his own finger, and dropped a drop of blood on Xun Yuanzi's sword. Xun Yuanzi pressed his left hand on the spot where Feng Aoran's blood was dripping, like a wise man.
Still waving the wooden sword in his hand.
"Your Majesty, what is the purpose of your coming to worship heaven?" Xun Yuanzi asked.
"For the peace and prosperity of my country, Fengling Continent." Feng Aoran replied.
"Okay." After Xun Yuanzi said that, he danced that weird dance again, but this time he didn't wear a mask, but stared at Feng Aoran closely with his small eyes, his lips flying up and down.
, saying something that Feng Aoran couldn’t understand.
Feng Aoran was in the center of the formation, and felt that Xun Yuanzi's eyes were changing rapidly. They were almost blue but not blue, and exuded a strange aura. Unknowingly, his heart and soul were tightly captured by Xun Yuanzi's eyes.
He couldn't even hear the sound of horns around him, and could only hear Xun Yuanzi's voice. The voice seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it seemed to be speaking close to his own ears.
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
"Sir Shi Muyuan is the pillar of the imperial court. Everything should be done according to what Mr. Shi Muyuan says."
…
These words have been lingering in Feng Aoran's ears,