Lu Lingqiu looked at Lan Yurou on one side with a puzzled look on her face, a little puzzled:

"Shui Lian, did you go to find flowers when you came back?"

Lan Yurou shook her head slightly when she heard this and clearly denied:

"No. What's wrong, Master? Are there any new children to join?"

"Hmm. That's a little strange."

He has been resting and recovering since he was brought back to Gucheng by Xiao Ye, and he didn't waste a moment on his way to the West Sea. And if the only "flower-seeking envoy" in Jinghua Palace had not searched for a new spirit envoy,

Then the identity of the visitor is worth figuring out.

In addition, the existence that Hua Ling can call a "spiritual flower" must be a genius who has met the qualifications to become a spirit envoy in all aspects.

"Anyway, let's meet first."

With a decision made in his mind, Lu Lingqiu stretched out his fingertips, using his spirit as a pen, and drew a few strokes against the silver paper crane in the void under the gazes of the other women.

Soon, a new message was attached to it:

"Let her come in directly and wait at the entrance of Six Paths of Flowers. Thank you for your hard work, Ling."

He let the paper crane fly.

On the occasion of the Flower God Festival, you will actually encounter "spiritual flowers" that come to your door. This kind of thing has never been seen in Jinghua Palace.

Previously, all the second-generation spiritual envoys were brought back by Lu Lingqiu himself. As for the third-generation spiritual envoys, except Xi Feiniao and Bai Xue, the other two women were finalized after his extremely detailed observation.

Considering that although the news of Jinghua's birth has spread throughout the country, not many people know the specific location of Tianshan, it is not difficult to deduce that this person is likely to come from Lingyue and was selected by the head of Brahma Heart.

If this is the case, logically speaking, the head of Brahma Heart should have issued a transmission note to say hello in advance...

Lu Lingqiu frowned slightly.

While thinking deeply, the four girls Jin Yu, Yan Ye, Xia Lianxing and Mu Qing also returned here before midnight.

"Master, we are back."

"Meet the master."

"Well, no need to be polite."

After the four girls greeted each other one after another, Lu Lingqiu nodded slightly, stood up and walked out of the hall:

"It's almost time, let's go directly to the Flower Sea. After worshiping the God of Flowers tonight, there are other things to do."

"Yes, Master."

The girls followed him, divided into two rows, and filed out.

…

…

The Jinghua Palace under the stars looks like a fairyland.

The night wind blew in my ears, and the fragrance of flowers penetrated my nose.

Walking along the shore of Liuli Lake, heading due north,

It is a stone road leading to Fenghua Back Mountain.

The ground is paved with simple black and gray marble, and both sides of the road are filled with the fragrance of earth.

And on the left and right edges that can be touched by the sight, there are actually various colors, neatly divided, distinct areas, which are blooming quietly——

Ocean of flowers.

But among the flowers, I saw the fragrant wind surging like waves; the colorful balls were woven and painted, and they were as colorful and dazzling as light.

Walking under such miraculous scenery, the three generations of spiritual envoys could not help but feel astonished and at the same time feel that their minds and souls were being washed and purified at the same time.

Although the scenery was beautiful, the girls just followed their master quietly and did not make any sound of admiration like they did at first.

Because they knew that what was going to happen next was the most solemn and solemn ceremony that would only be held every twenty years in Jinghua Palace——

Worship the God of Flowers.

At this moment, the eight spirit envoys were walking behind Lu Lingqiu according to their status and order: Jin Yu was on the front left, Yan Ye was behind her, Mu Qing and Xia Lianxing were in the third and fourth positions; Shui Lian was in the front on the right.

The second one is Sha Ling, then Xi Feiniao and Bai Xue.

After a cup of tea, the group walked along a stone road hundreds of meters long.

You can see that in front of you is an empty flat land about fifty meters away. In the center of the flat ground, there is a huge incense burner.

The material of the incense burner is extremely expensive, and it is made of the rarest heaven-grade material on the Tiancang Continent - "Black Color Crystal". Around it, every few meters stands a glaze lamp that emits a faint light.

The lights are set off and the starry sky is the companion. Looking around, on this site that is somewhat similar to the "Wangyue Platform", the colorful incense cauldron is shining under the night.

Lu Lingqiu took a deep breath and walked slowly to the front of the incense cauldron. The other eight women lined up behind him.

When——

When...

On the top of the mountain in the distance, the distant and solemn tolling of the Flower God Bell suddenly came.

The hour has arrived.

Twelve bells echoed in the mountains,

Lu Lingqiu was in a daze for a moment.

Until Lan Yurou, who was beside her, softly called out,

With a complicated look on his face, he took out the three sticks of long incense that he had prepared from the spiritual ring - "Black Memory", and after re-brewing his emotions, he inserted them neatly into the center of the black incense burner.

Next, is the first step of the "Flower God Festival" - burning incense.

Under the attention of the women, he silently stretched out his right arm and gathered his spiritual power.

The next breath, colorful flames ignited on his palm.

call--

With a gentle wave of his sleeves, the three sticks of "Flower God's Changxiang" in the crystal cauldron in front of him were dyed with colorful flames, and ignited simultaneously with a "chi" sound.

Curls of green smoke rose into the night sky.

Looking at the three green smoke pillars with a hint of gray, Lu Lingqiu had a lot of thoughts. Some kind of negative emotion quietly seeped out from the bottom of his heart like a black tide.

The entire circular altar was suddenly filled with a rich atmosphere of sadness.

"Owner……"

Yan Ye looked worried and wanted to go over to comfort him, but Jin Yu held his arm by the side.

Looking back, he saw that the always smiling Golden Spirit Guardian was not as casual as before. He just shook his ponytails and signaled her not to go.

"Master needs to be quiet," she said.

"Um."

Due to losing part of his memory, Yan Ye cannot remember the specific procedures of the Flower God Festival in the past. He only vaguely remembers that the master would retreat for a few days after each Flower God Festival to calm down and relieve a certain feeling in his heart.

The pain of "scars".

After counting the interest.

Lu Lingqiu took a step forward.

He stretched out his left hand,

Gently scratch the tip of your index finger with your thumb nail——

"hiss--"

Under the extremely worried eyes of the spirit envoys, his blood essence fell into the incense cauldron drop by drop.

This is the second step of the "Flower God Festival" - the sacrifice ceremony.

I don't know how long the silence lasted.

Under the night, Lu Lingqiu's low murmur suddenly sounded:

"Teak, the new twenty years have passed, how are you?"
Chapter completed!