Chapter 96 95. Hege Fair
In Libu, people are busy.
The rice is fragrant.
This ancient mountain range loses the interference from the outside world and is harmonious and peaceful. The evil god died, the ancient monks retreated, and the villages deep in the mountains regained contact.
Li Xi'an sat in the corner and looked at the people coming and going.
He was wearing Li tribe clothes, and no one knew that this strange boy was the red dragon from the previous nights except for the cricket and the great shaman who had met him. If someone notices it when passing by, they probably think they are guests from other villages. Occasionally, a great witch would come and chat with him. Although their king said they didn't need to worry about him, they didn't dare to leave him alone in the corner. Even though the words are usually less than a few words, today is a very important festival, and the great witches have a lot of trivial matters, so when they take the time, they miss this powerful being who helped them.
In fact, Chi Jiao didn't need anyone to accompany him. He was satisfied just by looking at the fireworks of the Li people.
The lifestyle deep in the mountains is generally the same.
The village he once watched has remained the same for fifty years. Even if modern civilization invaded Taihang, those old people would move away reluctantly, and when the matter was over, they would come back with their families.
In their words, I can only stay in a circle like this, nowhere else, no. He shook his head as he spoke. To the people of the Li tribe, he seemed to have returned to the village of the past. Everything was so stable and peaceful. The sun rose and the sun set. At most, when it got dark, he would see which Xiongbazi wanted to play, and his father picked up a bamboo pole to find someone.
The cries of Guawazi echo the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains.
Are humans the enemy? Li Xian never thought so.
The enemy is the enemy and the position has nothing to do with race. Not because this is human, so it is his enemy. Zhu is the king of Li tribe and the king of Shiwandashan. He thought this way a long time ago. When he protects Li Bu, he not only protects the people of Li Bu, he also protects the civilization and history carried by the people of Li Bu.
Before the rise of all races, wasn't it the Li tribe that carried the ancient heritage of this mountain range?
The young man held his head up with one hand, and the several silver decorations hanging from his forehead swayed to and fro according to his rhythm, which was quite interesting.
He felt the gaze, and when he looked up, he saw it was a mole. It's still the same look, the human form is careless. Ordinary people in Li tribe have only seen the king covered in gold and carrying six arms on his back, but have never seen the human form of a mole. This guy walked through the crowd. He had bronze skin, was tall and slender, and was taller than everyone around him. He looked totally out of place. Li Xi'an felt that compared with him, he was a native of Li.
The cricket looked at Li Xi'an with a strange look, which was well hidden, but the catching power of the red dragon's eyes was too terrifying.
He immediately stopped the mole who turned around and was about to leave.
"What? You don't look good. Did you have a weak shot yesterday?"
He turned around and spoke in a vicious tone.
"Hey! Jiaolong, why didn't I realize before that you are not a red dragon, but a poisonous dragon!"
"Come on." Li Xi'an waved his hand, "You have something to hide from me."
"No." Zhu's tone was firm and his eyes were calm, showing no flaws at all.
"If you don't tell me, I won't save your face by drinking tonight. Under the premise of sealing the soul, do you think you can drink better than a dragon? By then, everyone in the Li tribe can see the true appearance of their king. All wisdom and calmness are Shit." Li Xi'an was more calm than him.
The mole disdainfully sneered, which was more mocking than the red copper bone surface of Li Xi'an's body.
"Pull it down."
Ordinary wine is of no use to creatures of their level. Fortunately, with the revival of Shiwan Mountain, several herbs recorded in the witchcraft that can brew immortal drunkenness appeared in the mountains. Although a few herbs are not old enough, it is not difficult to brew a few bottles of wine that will make the demon king drunk.
At first it was to defend against enemies.
After all, being drunk is also a coma. With a few bottles of wine brewed, you might be able to subdue the ancient monks of the Yangshen Realm without spending a single soldier. Now it is no longer needed, it is really regarded as fine wine.
In the distance, a great witch waved. When he saw the fool, he looked happy but did not dare to shout.
"Let's go, see you later." He said with a nonchalant look on his face.
It seemed like he had a winning ticket, but his expression was a little narrow.
Li Xi'an watched the mole leave, still dragging his head with one hand, but his pupils narrowed slightly.
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March 3rd, Hege Fair.
In late spring, when the spring clothes are ready, five or six people with crowns and six or seven boys will return home after bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind and singing.
This is the way the ancient nobles celebrated festivals. It is completely different in Shiwandashan than in Libu.
Li Xi'an looked at the busy people in Li Department.
Maybe it's because the deep mountains have been closed for too long. The young people are so hungry that they play the couplet. The singing is clear and loud, making the listener feel comfortable, as long as the content inside is not listened to.
The lyrics were composed by the young people who sang the song, such as "I see you are so small, I guess you don't have the strength to get down to the ground." "I see my sister walking by the field with an umbrella, how many whips the scalpers received." No matter how "I'm not afraid that the cattle will not be able to work hard, I'm afraid that outsiders will go to the good fields." Sometimes Li Xi'an would think, no wonder the folk songs that have been passed down need to be separated by a river. Without the obstruction of that river, there would be ten pairs of people singing to each other. Eight pairs had to fight, and the family's cattle also had to fight with them.
Nowadays, most of the young people in Li tribe practice Gu. With a wave of their arms and a heat in their head, even the river cannot be stopped.
"Uncle Song, we are here!" The loud sound was like a firecracker at the head of Libu Village.
A middle-aged man was driving a large centipede that was more than ten meters tall. The insect's limbs and body were made of black iron, and its head had a ferocious mouthparts with a red hanging hanging from it.
It climbed on the ground, passed over rocks, and struck sparks with its feet.
This is not bizarre. What is bizarre is that there are a group of people sitting on the back of the centipede. It seems that the decoration comes from outside Libu. A group of people, old and young, sat on the back of a centipede, looking as bland as the bus they used to have. They may have become accustomed to it. You must know that the giant centipede is better than a bus in the mountains. It runs fast and steadily, and even most of the terrain obstacles in the mountains are just decorations in front of it.
"Okay, okay! You're welcome, long time no see!" The old man in green robe came up to greet him, his voice was as loud as his peers.
"Hey, whose boy is this? Look at his face."
"This little guy, the king asked me to take a long detour to pick him up. They don't have witchcraft masters there, so there is no way to come to Libu." The middle-aged man touched his head, "I didn't know about it until I got there. This place was once the territory of a notorious evil god, and I thought there was no one left alive.”
"That's it..." the old man murmured, not knowing why their king specifically found this child.
"Let's go, let's go!" He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and looked at the boy again. Tell him a few words so that he doesn't have to be cautious.
"Today's delicious and delicious treat, we won't go home until we get drunk!"
"Hahaha, I won't come back until I'm drunk!"
He's coming... Li Xi'an looked back at the boy who woke him up in the town.
At first, Li Xi'an discovered the supernatural power in the boy, but the supernatural power was swallowed by the fish and dragons and used to wake him up from sleeping in the ghost coffin. I picked the boy over specially to treat him to a meal, right? Apparently, the mole still had some abilities that the red dragon didn't have, so he noticed something strange about the boy.
The young man's thinking didn't last long before the drums on the other side started pounding.
The drumming was not done by the strong men of the Li tribe. The men of the Li tribe were all on the "battlefield". There were two groups of men and horses, staring at each other eagerly. There was a clear white line in front of the two groups of men and horses, and a red-edged wreath was placed on it. A crowd had already gathered around, and the entire "battlefield" was separated from the bustling crowd with a red ribbon. The cheers and cheers could be heard from the corner where Li Xi'an sat.
Grabbing fireworks, a great witch had previously told Li Xi'an about the custom here. He spoke in an excited tone, saying that this was an excellent battlefield to prove the strength of Libu men! After the excitement, he expressed regret. The general meaning was that if he were a few years younger, he would definitely have to go to the court twice. Even in the depths of the mountains, many young people are not familiar with many ancient customs. The most recent time to grab fireworks, Dawu recalled that it was more than ten years ago. As for the scenes of official organizations in peacetime, it doesn't matter in the eyes of the older generation.
So it's no wonder that the old man was so excited. With the advancement of civilization, some ancient traditions and rituals only exist in the heads of these old guys, and they don't know which day they will be taken to the grave when their generation dies. Record ancient scriptures? Young man, turn your back! But now, the history and traditions they inherited have been revealed to young people again, and can be turned into the power for people to walk on the mountains and protect themselves.
By the time Li Xi'an came to his senses, the great witch had already gone away.
Customs, traditions, records are ancient.
These are not necessarily beautiful... The young man smiled softly. But he knew that what was now revealed to him was that the young people of Libu had inherited something that could be called beautiful.
He is indeed a king.
It's not just a name. …………
The scenery is beautiful, men and women are shoulder to shoulder.
The song is floating among the colorful clouds, the song is also lingering, and the love is also lingering.
The five-color glutinous rice is sweet.
Li Xi'an was staring at a girl there.
This girl brought him this set of Li's clothes this morning, so she couldn't be completely considered a stranger.
Twelve petals are connected to form a sphere, each petal represents a certain month of the year, and there are peach blossoms embroidered on it.
He silently handed the hydrangea back.
The custom of throwing hydrangeas is not only in the Li tribe, but also among them. In other words, everyone knows the meaning of throwing hydrangeas. Of course, Li Xi'an also knew what it meant to give the hydrangea, and he refused righteously.
"You...you really don't need it?" the little girl said timidly.
Li Xi'an wondered what charm he had that made this little girl throw hydrangeas when she saw him this morning?
But the little girl's next words stunned Chi Jiao.
"But...but all the unmarried girls have them, you...can't live without them, right?"
After speaking, the little girl pointed at the young people singing the song. The girl among them holds a well-made hydrangea in her hand and has a bright smile.
Li Xi'an was silent, his silver headdress swaying lightly.
He seemed to know what was going on with Mole's expression, and his sigh was inaudible.
"I'll accept it, go ahead and get on with it."
"Then...then, am I leaving?"
"Yes." The young man smiled gently, then slowly stopped when he saw the little girl walking away.
"It's actually pretty good-looking, don't dislike it." A voice suddenly sounded next to him. Mole leaned on the tree trunk and held it in all morning. After the incident was revealed, he finally couldn't help laughing.
"I don't mind it."
"Oh?"
"It's just a gift from others, it's just an unintentional act. It's always your intention." The young man said nonchalantly. "Besides, I'm still young, so I can't cause trouble to others, right? A little girl is frightened when facing strangers. If people find out that there has been a big misunderstanding, you can clean up the situation by yourself."
The hydrangea rotates in the hand, and the twelve petal-like fabrics rotate accordingly. It can be seen that the workmanship is quite fine. Since there is one more for him, it doesn't matter if he keeps it. The dark pupils reflect the flower buds turning on the fingertips, like the cold lake light after the cold winter catching the first peach blossom petal falling from the peach tree in warm spring.
The young man took off his silver headdress, put it away along with his clothes, and put them aside.
Take out a large cotton-padded jacket.
"Not to mention that spiritual energy is such an inconvenience?" said Li Xi'an, who was wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket and inserted into his pocket.
"Forget it, forget it." Miao waved his hand, and when he saw Li Xi'an, who was wrapped like a ball, he stopped making fun of him. "I thought that with your insight, you should have discovered that something was wrong. But you just sat there all morning, chatting for a while when people came, and just sitting in a daze when no one came. As soon as people brought hydrangeas. We We haven’t been together for a long time, but Chi Jiao won’t be like this.”
"Because the one sitting here is not the red dragon." Li Xi'an said.
"How does it feel to wear a silver headdress?" He said coldly.
"It's okay, jingle, jingle, jingle."
"It's really not that red dragon." The mole smiled.
"Let's go, my friend. He is not the red dragon but my guest. The banquet is ready."
"I hope you can drink me down." Most banquets in the south are held in the afternoon, not at night. At this time, the place in the center of Libu was full of people, and some people were setting up a stage to dance.
There are children fighting bugs on the road.
The Gu insect that slipped out was caught and reprimanded while the child was crying and fussing. The Gu insect scratched its head with its forelimbs, not knowing who was scolding whom.
Wait until the sun sets a few minutes west again.
People started shouting and eating.
When the sun completely sets, the lights are bright, and the excitement is over. It was a long-lost joy, and the depression of two years was gone with the excitement.
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At night, two figures walked side by side on the river bank.
"Today's land is so wide that it is boundless, and the distance between the Hundred Thousand Mountains and Taihang Mountains is too far. There are many risks on the road."
"It's not that I'm worried about you. If something happens to you, then the world of this world will change again. Since you helped me deal with the Hundred Thousand Mountains, I should give you some insignificant help." Zhu said. , and let out a wine burp.
A worm cannot drink a dragon, but he has learned a lesson today anyway.
"Your resting place is in the Yellow River. No matter how powerful the fish and dragons are, they can't carry the ghost coffin in the Yellow River to a hundred thousand mountains."
"A narrow space?"
"Not counting the slit space, I think it is more accurate to call it a slit passage. This shortcut is not naturally formed. It may have been opened by a practitioner with profound knowledge in the ancient times. The fish and dragons used this passage to carry you Came here.”
He looked at the rolling river beside him.
The royal realm expands.
Li Xi'an noticed a certain aura permeating the space, and the fish and dragons roared low.
"They feel it," said the mole.
The passage is being dug out by moles.
This kind of thing should have no fixed place, but he unexpectedly dug it out.
The wind howled, the red giant covered the moonlight, the golden candle burned, and the scales near the edge of the passage were blurred.
"That's it, farewell." The mole threw another piece of carapace, and the red dragon took it.
"Come to Taiping for a walk when you have time."
"Nonsense, of course I'm going to have a meal." He laughed matter-of-factly.
The End of the Hundred Thousand Mountains
The Rakshasa chapter begins
At the end of this chapter, I tried to use a complete description of daily life. Even the main characters are people living in Libu. Maybe I want to write about the human spirit in my heart? It’s a big coherent chapter, but I haven’t broken it down yet, so I’m posting it a bit late.
I don’t know what everyone thinks.
By the way, I don’t know much about the Hege Fair festival, so please don’t blame me for not handling it well.
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