When Qiaomu and Mo Lian walked onto the deck together, they saw a crowd of people standing on the deck.

The Holy Son of Miyan stood in front of him, looking out at the bank of the river.

"As long as the boat stops at the Shili Pier, you have to pick up two masters." Saint Miyan said to everyone, "The Du Chunjiang River is ahead. The people in Chuncheng should be conducting a large-scale sacrificial activity. There are many people, so don't get off the boat if you can."

Saint Seiko Miyan coughed lightly and said, "I can't hold back and want to watch the fun. Don't run too far after getting off the boat. After we pick up the person, we will set off immediately after about an hour. Don't leave yourself behind!"

After saying that, he found a small facial paralysis in the crowd, and his eyes circled around her face.

So, several priests around Miyan's Holy Son, including some students from the Royal Academy, also looked at the little face paralysis.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

There was no expression on his face, but Lord Qiao Qiao was in a state of turmoil: What's the situation? Does this Saint Son of Miyan look bad? His gaze was swept over and looked at Lord Qiao Qiao? It seemed like I was doing things everywhere!

I'm obviously easy to talk to!

Liang Qingqing and others couldn't help but pursed their lips and laughed, "Since I'm going to stay for an hour, I'm looking at it's quite lively, Qiao Qiao, should we get off the boat and take a walk?"

Lord Qiao Qiao looked around with great eyes, looked around for a few times, coughed lightly, and said reluctantly, "Since you want to get off the boat so much, I'll go around with you."

Everyone couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths, saying how reluctant you are, but they were actually very excited!

Large-scale sacrificial activities in Chuncheng are in full swing.

Many young men and women surrounded the river bank with sacrifices above their heads, and the noisy and noisy were boiling.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

An old man in green robe in charge of the sacrifice, holding a long staff in his hand, muttered a long list of words, and then shouted loudly, "The sacrifice ceremony began."

"Woo, woo." The heavy drum music sounded, accompanied by the "roar" sound of two rows of shirtless men, and it sounded rhythmically.

Qiao Mu and his group climbed the river bank, but they didn't squeeze in front of the crowd, so they walked along the small stalls sold along the river.

Qi Xuanxuan couldn't help but whisper, "Are they doing a spring sacrifice?"

Naturally, the little facial paralysis would not care about their sacrifices.

Everyone was in a good mood today, and they wanted to buy something that was delicious and fun.

Especially the local specialty sauce pork ribs in Chuncheng, Qi Xuanxuan, a foodie, tasted it and felt it was very good. So she bought a lot of them in one go and distributed them to everyone.

Everyone was walking around, and they became more anxious when they heard the drums and music of the sacrifice.

Suddenly, it was interrupted by a heart-wrenching cry.

Everyone turned their eyes to the source of the sound at the same time.

I saw a group of strong men with arms exposed walking forward carrying plates of offerings.

Although the crowd was crowded, it was still orderly. When the strong men walked, everyone moved closer to both sides, leaving a middle road that could accommodate two people in parallel.

At this time, Qi Xuanxuan and others saw that on the sacrificial plate were filled with three animals and five grains, and various rare fruits.

The crying came out of the crowd, and an old woman staggered along with the sacrificial team, stretching out her hand several times to grab the sacrificial plate.

Unfortunately, she was short and could not reach the big tray that was held by men.
Chapter completed!