Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 137 Wishes
"It's such a beautiful singing voice. To hear it, it's not in vain for me to come here from Linbing Port."

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a bit of vicissitudes sighed and said to his companion beside him.

As for the son next to him, he was already intoxicated by the singing and couldn't extricate himself.

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine that there will really be such a beautiful singing voice. I always thought it was bragging before."

Qingyang turned his head slightly, and the two men were amazed by the wonderful sound.

Listening to the gradually clear and peaceful singing voice, with a wonderful soul power to soothe the mind, Qingyang knew in his heart that the sacred scriptures had already begun.

Not only the two of them, but as the hymn gradually sang, there were more and more discussions about it among the surrounding crowd. Even people who don't know the rhythm can feel the beauty.

However, it was obvious that even though these people were talking, they still deliberately lowered their voices, lest they disturb the beautiful notes.

Qingyang looked up at the sea of ​​people in front of him, surrounded by the flow of people, with no gaps in the road, and smiled wryly.

It seems that it is still impossible to get close to some viewing ceremonies.

Seeing the intoxicated look of Qingli beside him, Qingyang felt a little regretful.

However, there is no way to do this. The large number of people in this celebration has already been expected. They did not wait here in advance, and it is only natural that they do not have a good seat.

Of course, if Qingyang revealed his identity, he would be able to obtain privileges, but he was unwilling to do that. This trip for fun was just his temporary intention, and it was against the rules to do so.

Rules are meant to be followed, not broken.

"Qingli, it seems that we can't find a place, but there are very few people in the temple at this time, so why don't we go over there and have a look."

Qingyang smiled helplessly, held Qingli who was thinking about it, turned around and walked towards the direction where there were few people.

On the altar that attracts everyone's attention in the distance, a group of young girls are dancing, their postures are outstanding and graceful, and their steps are soft but sensitive.

A little farther away, the choir of handsome men and beautiful women came with intoxicating voices.

Above them, at the same place where the focus of their eyes converged, Hu Liena sat in the center.

A decent and soft dress brings out her beauty, and her beautiful face with aura has attracted countless audiences.

Suddenly, Hu Liena's gaze paused slightly, and she turned in one direction.

Just now she seemed to see a very familiar figure, but when she looked intently, she found nothing.

"I must have misunderstood it. The Master of Qingyang Hall must be very busy, so he will be free to attend the Holy Ceremony Day."

I comforted myself for a while, but still couldn't convince my heart.

On the outside, Hu Liena looked absent-minded and looking around. This strange state of mind even diluted the tension in her heart.

"Qingli, this is the Divine God Pillar. It is rumored that after swinging it, the wind chimes start to ring, and if you sincerely make a wish, there will be a great possibility that it will be passed on to the gods, and then it will be realized."

"We were lucky. Perhaps it was because of the celebration that no one was here. I heard that this place used to be there, but we couldn't grab a seat at all."

Qingyang brought Qingli to a classical building and introduced it to her.

Although the name of Yushenzhu sounds powerful, it is just an extremely thick and long rope that descends vertically from the beams and columns of the roof.

Considering the center of gravity, the end of the rope is braided into a cylindrical shape, and many delicate navy blue ropes hang down from it.

After all, in the long chaotic period, there were no exquisite things, and those who wanted to worship the gods to entrust their wishes naturally had no ability to get any good things as materials.

Therefore, this simple and ordinary thing has been preserved because of its symbolic meaning and relatively cheap materials.

"Is this true? Then I want to make a wish now!"

Qingli's eyes were shining brightly, she took Qingyang closer, selected a Yushen Pillar, shook it vigorously and pushed it up.

However, although the material of Yushenzhu is rough and simple, the weight is really not light, and Qingli is still young, so she doesn't move at all.

Even if she blushed and tried her best, it was still the same result.

Qingyang wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he held back.

Instead of watching Qingli suffer, Qingyang himself stepped forward, supported the Yushen Pillar, and pushed it forward.

Qingli felt the huge weight in her hands begin to move, and she was overjoyed to look up at the position of the wind chime, but she saw Qingyang's figure.

Qingyang smiled at him, then shook it even harder.

Amidst the faint sound of wind chimes, the stunned Qingli instantly understood everything.

Not long after, as Qingyang increased his strength, the loud sound of the wind chime gradually became clearer and clearer.

For a moment, the surroundings were filled with such soothing and wonderful sounds.

"Hurry up and make a wish, does our Qingli want to give up this opportunity?"

Qingyang's teasing made Qingli immediately think of the business.

Her perfectly shaped cute face was full of serious expressions, she put her hands together on her chest, lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes, making a small wish in her heart.

I hope...forever...forever...go down...

Taking advantage of the momentary inertia, Qingyang let go of his hand, looked at Qingli softly, and took advantage of the lingering ringing of the bell to pray for himself.

For a moment, the crisp and pleasant sound of wind chimes lingered around.

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One day is not that long, but it is enough for the two of them to leave good memories.

Walking on the ancient trail with less and less people, the figures of the two appeared extremely harmonious.

"elder brother."

Qingli yelled in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Qingyang, who was walking in front, responded suspiciously.

"never mind!"

Qingli shook her little head, but didn't continue talking.

Ahead, the setting sun began to slowly set, casting a faint yellow radiance on the surroundings.

Qingyang turned around, with a relaxed smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to Qingli.

The light seemed to make him more illusory, and at the same time he looked more "beautiful".

"What are you still doing in a daze? If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to go back."

Although Qingyang said so, his appearance was still so gentle, which made people feel warm.

Qingli looked at him, showing a big smile, stretched out her hands, and walked towards Qingyang.

"Brother, I'm here right now, don't leave me behind."

In a coquettish voice, the little hand touched the other hand again, and the familiar touch was transmitted to the palm along with the warmth.

It is so fascinating, intoxicating, unwilling to wake up.

"No Qingli, you are a very important existence."

Qingyang's words are still so soft, with a touch of warmth.

The two joined together, the shadows of their footsteps staggered, and slowly left the ancient bluestone path.

The remaining empty ancient temple stands on a high place, witnessing everything.

(End of this chapter)