Chapter 59: Shenwu Street, a glimpse of 2

The child is only about seven or eight years old, and it is really thin and small. Falling down from such a high place, the little body shivered in his arms like a newborn baby. However, in the gap between the bandages, a huge black eye was revealed, and a white shadow was reflected in the eyes, staring at him without hesitation, as if nothing else could be seen.
I only listened to the sound of air-conditioning in a round and a round, and thanked me for raising her head slightly, but a heart sank. Because, the corner of his eye suddenly swept to the ground, not far from the ground, there is a golden thing.
The golden mask covering his face fell.
Thanks for falling in the center of Shenwu Street, the guard of honor is a few feet behind him, not yet swimming
here. The shocking
sudden change, the steady pace of the warriors was disrupted by this sudden accident, the jade women who were scattered flowers also showed the color of fear, the golden car was stagnant, several tall white horses screamed, 笙箫 笙箫There are a few discordant bombs. Some people left, some stayed, and they failed to unify quickly. The scene seemed to be uncontrollable. The crowds on both sides of the street have not yet reacted. The Xianle Lord on the high-rise building stood up and looked at his son's figure. He looked worried and dignified.
When he stood, where did the rest of the princes and nobles dare to sit? They have stood up in vain. Guo's just took the stool to sit hot, and it was cold again. I was thinking about whether I should immediately blame myself on the five bodies, but I had already jumped on the railing and picked up my sleeves. What happened? How was the team messed up? What are the wastes doing? Can you not even eat a white horse?!"
The back of the emperor was pale and his eyebrows were scorned. He quickly pulled people down. Seeing that the crowd began to faintly commotion, a big mess would have to break out. At this time, thank you for getting up.
On weekdays, the honorable Prince Edward is buried deep in the palace, or hidden in the royal dojo, there is almost no chance to show up before the people. This is the first time in the world. Therefore, everyone is attracted to him by involuntarily and looks at the past. This hope, but also involuntarily slight breath. I saw that the young man’s long-browed eyes and eyes were beautiful, and he was full of glory, dazzling and dazzling, making people afraid to look at it. He held the child in one hand, and the other hand held the sword slowly, pointing to the top of Huatai.
The demon was originally on the stage overlooking the situation below, seeing this move, for a moment, suddenly a little bottom.
The crowd exclaimed, the figure of the demon was like a black cloud, passing through the air, flying to the pole where the knife was pulled out and nailed, holding the handle, pulling it out with a crack, and then jumping over. It fell to the center of the street, before the warriors.
Seeing him instantly understands what he meant, and came over with it, thanking him with a low voice: "Good love!"
This time, the Yue Shenwu and the demon have all gone down. A black and white, a knife and a sword, finally met again, everyone rushed up, and once again boiled up. On the high floor, the nobles' faces were soothing and soothing, and finally they looked better.
The demon is going to take care of the young children in the arms of the warrior, holding the knife in both hands, and crossing the knife with a long knife. The two men dismantled a few times and slammed them back to the Chinese platform. Fengxin’s attention shifted, and he rolled over from the street, grabbed the mask, and rushed into the ceremonial squad and whispered:
Don’t mess! Don’t mess! Just don’t happen, go on! Finish this circle and go back to the palace!"
In the ceremonial array, several people quickly converge and regain their position and regain their vigour. On the other hand, on the stage, the empathy was more fierce, and thanked the "铛铛" for picking up a number of knives. At this time, he listened to the child in the arms, "ah", and thought it was wrapped in the sword. , scared badly. Xie pity left his hand and hugged him, Shen Sheng: "Don't be afraid!"
Hearing the words, the young child grabbed the clothes on his chest. Xie pity holds a child in one hand, and the other hand makes the sword more comfortable. After a split, he felt that the child in his arms trembled and raised his hand. He hugged his shoulder, as if holding a straw, and said: "Nothing, there will be nothing to hurt you."

After that, he sighed low: "Muscle!"
The demon on the opposite side couldn't check the head a little, and thanked the pity for a sword.
So, before the public eye-catching, the Yue Shenwu finally put the demon sword in the heart and killed it on the spot!
Mourning with a demon mask, licking the "wound", squatting back a few steps, struggling for a moment, finally "snap" fell to the ground, motionless.
Grace laughed upstairs and patted the palm: "Dead! Dead! Prince's cousin kills demons and ghosts!"
At the same time, the mighty team of the sacred safari continued to march and sailed to the palace. It has already closed its tail and is ready to enter the palace gate. Because the remedy was timely and the plot was stimulating, only such an unexpected episode had emerged. Instead of complaining, the people were more enthusiastic. Numerous people shouted "His Royal Highness" and shouted "God". After following in Huatai, thousands of people rushed toward the palace. Several soldiers had to send more than a few warriors and soldiers to intercept these overly aggressive people. However, after all, it was unable to stop, and the crowd broke through the line of defense and swarmed.
The king of Xianle said on the high building: "Guards! Samurai!"
Just at this time, hundreds of people from the entire guard of honor have entered the Gongmen Road. Zhu Hong’s door was rolled and closed behind Huatai, and the banner of the exhibition was no longer swaying. The people rushed to the door and slammed the door and cheers loudly.
Within the closed palace gate, above the Huatai, there were two sounds of "Dangdang", the white enchanted warrior and the black-faced demon, both throwing their weapons and falling to the ground.
Thanks for being sweaty, tearing apart the layers of gorgeous costumes, and exhaling a long breath, said: "Good risk, good risk. I am exhausted."
Mu Qing also took off the heavy demon mask, exhaled breathlessly, but did not cry.
He turned his head and saw Xie Pity holding the young child in his hand and frowning. The wind letter chased Huatai below and ran on the side: "His Royal Highness, what did you bring this child into?"
The young boy was kneeling in the chest, stiff and small, and he did not move. Xie pity sat up and said: "If you don't bring in, are you left outside? The street is so chaotic, so small, let go of it for a while."
After that, he picked up the young boy and touched two small heads on the small head. He said casually: "Children, how old are you?"
The child’s eyes were stunned and his mouth was silent. Xie pity continued to ask him, shouted: "How did you fall down?"
Admiration: "His Royal Highness, this child is afraid to talk, scared."
Thankful and touched the young boy’s head, I felt that the child’s stay was not interesting. I didn’t touch it. I commented:
Stupid. Fengxin, you will find someone to take him out from the side door later. Is he hurt, and his face is bandaged?"
Feng Xin reached out and said, "Okay. Hand him over."
Thanks for the pity, he took the child up and handed it over. Who knows, but did not hand it, the wind channel: "His Royal Highness, why don't you let go?"
Xie pity said: "I let go?" Then look down and look at it, but it was the child's hands. He grabbed his clothes tightly and didn't let go.
A few people stunned and immediately laughed. Xie pity in the emperor's view of practice, how many good men and women believe, or to see a strange, or because of the belief in the heart, to see the Prince's Highness, racking his brains, trying his best, seeing him, I want to see the second side, I want to talk to him. It is good to be a Taoist together. I did not expect this child to be young and quite popular. There are a lot of priests who are guarding the Fa in the Huatai side, and they laughed: "His Royal Highness, this child does not want to leave!"
Thank you, haha, laughing: "Is it? It can't be done, I still have to do my own thing, the children go home."
It was said that the child finally loosened his hand and stopped grabbing his clothes. The wind letter immediately caught him. The young boy was put in the hands of the wind, and a hair was still straightforward. This kind of temperament is like a ghost possessed. Upon seeing it, many people have made a fuss in their hearts. Xie pity did not look at the child at all, only on the wind channel: "You don't want to mention him with tears, scaring people."
The wind letter put the young boy on the ground and said: "Don't laugh. The national teacher is going crazy, and you still want to be good at your highness. How can you explain it later?"
I heard that everyone did not smile.
After half an hour. Emperor pole view, Shenwufeng, Shenwu Temple.
The clouds are lingering, and the sounds of the chanting are bursting. The National Teacher and the three deputy national divisions sat on the side of the main hall, and they were filled with clouds and faces in front of them. Thank you for your pity. However, there is no one in his direction, just the golden statue of Emperor Wu. The wind is from the Lord, behind him.
The national teacher picked up the carefully carved golden mask, and sighed with a sigh of relief: "His Royal Highness, Prince Edward."
Even if it is squatting, thank you for being straight and arrogant, "He is."
The national teacher was very upset and said: "You can know that in the history of Xianle, there have been so many days of the Yuan Festival sacrifices, and there has never been a trip. The pole stand has only been three rounds around the city. Three circles!"
Every ritual and every place of the Shangyuan Festival tour has its meaning behind it. A circle around Huatai symbolizes the country's peace and security for the country for a year. Therefore, how many laps in the last Shangyuan Festival tour, there is no need to hold such a huge event for many years. Not only is the sign good, but it also saves money. Three laps, don't you say that you can only keep it for three years? ? ?
Moreover, it is terrible that the golden mask on the face of the Yue Shen Warrior fell on the way to the ceremonies.
Since the ancient times, Xianle people have believed that the aura of the human body is gathered in the five senses. The head is where the soul of a person is. It is necessary to give the best to heaven. Therefore, on the way to the ceremony, the warrior must wear a golden mask. Cover your face, because his face can only be appreciated by the gods of the heavens, and mortals are not qualified to see.
The national teacher hates iron and does not become steel. He said: "In the past, there were at least five laps of guarantees for the sacred warrior. At most, it was only fifteen or six laps. What about you? You can walk fifty laps with your eyes closed! One hundred laps As a result, you yourself succumb to death on the third lap - why don't you kill your master first? This is good, your prince is going to be famous, and I will accompany you to name it!"
No one dared to speak in the hall. Cheer, but look calm, calmly said: "National division, you should look at it like this. If the child is killed, no one picks up, the blood in the sky tour is on the spot, is it also an ominous sign? Is the festival not interrupted? Now, at least the end is more decent, it is already the best result. It can only be said that this is an accident."
The teacher’s language was plugged for a moment, and said: "You are a child! There are so many royal warriors present, can you still pick it up? If you are not sure, you may break your arms and legs, but you can’t fall. You go forward a little more. Step, play pretty, and no one will care about what has just fallen."
Xie pity is an eyebrow, said: "National division, you know. In that case, except for me, there is no second person to react, nor will there be a second person who can receive it without any injury. Live him. Don't pick up, die one, pick up, die two."
He is a matter of course, very determined. The teachers of the whole country are also clear that he is telling the truth, so he cannot refute. Seeing that he was kneeling in front of the gods, he was completely ill-fated, curious, funny, and proud. This baby apprentice Jin Guier, who can't get angry with him, can only lick a few hairs, and cover up the sadness in his heart with the pain of the scalp. After a pause, the national teacher said: "And!"
Thanks to pity, he bowed his head and said: "The disciples are listening."
Guoshi said: "You are playing today, doing a good job. No matter how good it is, you can't greet you and suddenly change it without first hitting it. Today, your majesty and the sissy are scared enough. You know that if you can't catch up, What will it become?"
Thank you for your long eyebrows and awkwardness. "The national teacher, this thing, I didn't ask you before today?"
The national teacher is also a glimpse, said: "You asked me? Before today? When?"
Hearing words, thanking the pity, looking at the side, said: "Music?"