Cowherd.
The Cowherd in the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
This does not refer to the male public relations group, but to the men who herd cows, who are essentially cowherds.
So it is normal for you to see cows appear in the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
It should appear, it should appear. It even serves as a guide in a certain version of the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. It can remind the Cowherd to meet the Weaver Girl and give the Cowherd some ungentlemanly but effective ideas. It can even provide psychological counseling to the Cowherd, and when the Weaver Girl is captured, it can use its horns to make a boat and let the Cowherd fight for it (it failed, so there is a difference between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl).
——In this version, it is simply the Bull Demon King!
So when you hear the appearance of cows in Chinese Valentine's Day stories, it's probably associated with the Cowherd.
But Omo didn't think that his true path was so wild, and he took the place of Cowherd.
Because of the cow in front of him.
Both a cow and a human.
That's a fucking hooves!
Forte, corresponding to the Italian Romano meaning: strong, is the god who distributes discount coupons in the group every day: a praiseworthy race, used to refer to groups with signs of the Bovine subfamily.
In other words - minotaurs!
Of course, according to Omer's intelligence knowledge, the Rhode Island Company also has a silver-haired, black-skinned and plump-hoofed woman codenamed Tuye, but her racial characteristics are more like a camel than a cow, and about this...
It can only be said that it has returned to the speculation of the past:
Terra's racial definition of intelligent creatures over there may only depend on 'what race they look like'.
But honestly, that doesn't matter.
What's important is that the young man with horns in cloth clothes in front of him is sitting by the river fishing.
Sitting on a large rock about half a meter high to fish.
The only thing unique to cattle is the small fluffy thin tail that swings left and right behind it, as if it is really fulfilling the role of the cow's tail in driving away mosquitoes and flies.
However, Omo had no intention of pulling the tail. He just felt that the position of the other person sitting on the big rock was too perfect.
Players who have played high-freedom games should know that this kind of person standing on the edge of a high place has a wonderful attraction, making it difficult for you not to give him a helping hand.
Omo felt that his hand was shouting something at the moment, but he finally kept it. After thinking for a while, he walked towards the man who was always focused, bowed slightly and said, "What do you call me sir?"
"How did you know that I just caught a six-pound fish——"
Plop!
The young man slowly withdrew his hand, looked at the young man with plump hooves splashing in the water, and shook his head regretfully.
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
And no one asks you this.
——
At the same time, on the other side, on the mist-shrouded mountain, five girls were gathering together. You looked at me, I looked at you, all with expressions of embarrassment on their faces, until someone spoke and pointed directly at the girl not far away. An unusually primitive-looking wooden instrument asks:
"What now? Does anyone know how to use it?"
Chelenina shook her head: "This is the first time I have seen such a thing."
Sora shook his head faster: "I can't have seen it either, and I'm just here to join in the fun, don't expect me to push the plot!"
Compared to Omo who was confused, the girls seemed to have gotten more information about the program when they were sent into the room by Matomaru.
A team run without dice, or a script kill that strengthens the possibility and fills up the server - in short, this is a simulation game, simulating the lives of others.
The only hint they got was a sentence vaguely floating in mid-air. In their eyes, it was translated into ancient meanings, showing some mysterious color:
[East of the river, there is a beautiful woman, the son of the Emperor of Heaven. She is a skilled worker, working hard year after year, and weaving clothes made of clouds and silk.]
Of course, they actually have a more direct source of information - the protagonist in this sentence, the beautiful lady and the loom worker, is operating her loom in the room next door, without paying any attention to them. visits and inquiries.
"Qianming, what do you think?" The symbol of Rudolf, who has had countless teachers since he was a child and has learned many skills and is known as the all-rounder, also made a voice that did not know how to use a loom.
"I think we should call Orihime." Qianming said sadly.
"You have a way to call her?" Rudolph was a little surprised.
"No, I'm talking about my admiration for Orihime," Qianming shook her head and raised her hand to wipe her forehead, "Oh, it's the Chinese Valentine's Day, why did I forget to take her with me on the trip?"
"Who is she talking about? Can you weave?"
Sora was a little surprised, but Akane smiled and waved her hand: "She is a horse racing girl who is only famous in Kaimen District. She was just joking. Although she is called this name, she is not the real Weaver Girl."
"Aren't you looking at the stagnant atmosphere and trying to liven it up?" Qian Ming waved his hands generously and smiled, "It's empty. Have you heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in Longmen? Don't you have any clues now?"
"The stories we heard there are no different from those you hear here. On the contrary, we have never heard that the Weaver Girl is a dragon or that the Weaver Girl is a super weaver. They don't pay attention to our conversation at all."
"But that sentence said," Chelenina looked into the air, staring at the characters visible to everyone, but in everyone's own field of vision, "The daughter of the Emperor of Heaven works hard every year, weaving... …Clothes like mist?”
She was a little hesitant for a moment. It seemed that the multi-lingual translation function of the project was not very good and could not let this Syracuse man understand what the 'Cloud Mist Silk Silk' was.
"It's a figure of speech," Kong explained quickly to prevent Texas from having a strange misunderstanding about his hometown. "Silk and silk are both processed products of silk. We just use clouds and mist as a metaphor."
"Increase the mystery of the gods! I understand, I understand!" Qianming folded his arms and lowered his head, as if he really understood. "Our Far East mythology also uses this kind of rhetoric, but not many."
When legends and myths from all over the world are more or less boasting about expressiveness, the myths of the Far East show a certain lack of rhetoric and literature. It seems that everyone is focusing on the law of cause and effect, cross-worlds, infinite restarts, big boxes stacked on small boxes, me and others. He was smashing pits while Mom was in a fierce battle with beasts that destroyed the world.
Of course, this is a good thing for folklorists. It will not be too troublesome when doing research, but the price is that there are no papers to write.
There is a little bit of stuff, unless you use the concept of eight million gods to make up the number.
"If this is really a reminder, then the key point is that one of us must be able to use that thing, right?" Akane Shinjo felt helpless.
She originally suggested it because she thought it might be fun and could play tricks on little snakes, but now not only could she not see the little snake, but she and others were also 'stuck' and couldn't even check the strategy.
This isn't fun anymore.
"I don't think you should just read the prompts," Qianming said as if to redeem himself from his previous inaction in making jokes, "We should start from the creator's perspective. Think about it, this program is not only open to us. We’re definitely not the only ones with looms.”
"So there should be another, more popular way that everyone can do it." Rudolf said symbolically, turning his head and looking around.
Breaking News Shinjo Akane’s shocking words:
"How about... we smash the loom next door?"
(End of chapter)
