Today is the eighth day of April.
In the Wu tribe, this day is Girls' Day, which is a very important festival.
That night, a grand bonfire banquet was held by a small lake outside the village.
Participants included the village chief, members of the hunting team and all the young men and women in the village.
Yang Zhen, Hei Tuyue and Lu Xiaoshan were specially invited to attend as guests.
The dinner was very sumptuous. In addition to the unique black rice, rice wine, and rhino fruits of Aishan Village, there was also a large amount of captured prey, many of which were harvested by Yang Zhen's team today.
A group of young girls dressed in neon embroidered clothes, wearing various sparkling accessories such as silver hats, silver hairpins, tags, bracelets and other accessories, were dancing gracefully to the accompaniment of a group of the most handsome young men in the village, playing bamboo instruments and beating bronze drums. Dance.
Under the night, they looked like fairies descending to earth, dancing in a lively manner. Affectionate eyes swept over the faces of several guests one by one.
Yang Zhen, who was handsome and held a high position, naturally became the object of their greatest attention.
From time to time, a bold young girl would come forward with a full glass of rice wine and toast to the young man.
Yang Zhen doesn't refuse anyone who comes. Even if he drinks thousands of cups of this kind of earthly water and wine, he won't be able to stop him.
This guest was so generous, the village chief twirled his beard and laughed, the girls became more enthusiastic, and there was an endless stream of people making toasts.
A Zhu and A Zhi from Feng Caimei's family were also among them. Then the elder sister became more courageous. When Yang Zhen raised her head to drink the wine and handed the glass back to her, a small hand took the opportunity to scratch the man's palm.
Yang Zhen looked at her in surprise. Azhu's beautiful eyes narrowed, her cherry lips quietly moved toward the darkness in the distance, and she smiled charmingly at the man again.
Yang Zhen didn't know why and had a naive smile on her face.
A Zhu stamped his feet, glanced at the young man sadly, and walked away disappointed.
"What is she doing?" Yang Zhen quietly asked the black girl next to her.
Heituyue covered her mouth and chuckled, and after a while she said: "This naughty girl, I invite you to play on the grass over there after the banquet!"
"Ah!" No matter how slow Yang Zhen was, she understood what this meant. She shook her head like a rattle: "No, no!"
"You don't need to be responsible, so why are you panicking?" Heituyue gave him a white look: "We women from the Wu clan can love as long as we dare. She is attracted to you. If you are willing, go and offer her a glass of wine in return. If If you don’t want to, just ignore it.”
…
The dinner started at Xu o'clock and was lively for nearly an hour.
When a group of hunters wearing wooden masks and animal skin masks chanted lyrics that Yang Zhen could not understand, and walked in specific steps, after finishing their performance, the village chief stood up, came to the field, and The wine in the cup was sprinkled on the ground, and he muttered words, wishing that the village would be prosperous and the population prosperous from generation to generation.
Thousands of people cheered loudly.
The banquet ends here.
The crowd rushed towards the lake, as if they had agreed. The man held the torch, and the girl followed beside him, and began to walk around the small lake.
Countless torches swayed and swayed in the night, like a long fire dragon.
"Let's go for a walk too." Heituyue invited.
Yang Zhen took out a piece of Xuanyang wood from the space, flicked it with her finger, and a cluster of flames attached to the top of the wood, burning brightly.
"You are Huo Linggen!" Heituyue blinked her big eyes and asked curiously.
"Well, there are also wood spirit roots." Yang Zhen answered vaguely.
"And you?"
"I am Wulinggen." Heituyue looked very depressed.
"I have an elixir that can speed up your cultivation." As soon as Yang Zhen finished speaking, she regretted her quick words.
There are so many four or five spiritual roots in the world, how many of them can he take care of even if he works day and night to refine elixirs?
"Really?" Kurotsuchue's beautiful eyes widened and she looked at the other party with surprise.
"Well," now that the words had been spoken, Yang Zhen couldn't hide them, so she casually took out a bottle of Hushudan and handed it to the woman:
"This elixir can help double the expansion speed of your Dantian without any side effects."
"This," he said with some embarrassment, "don't tell anyone."
"Yeah!" Kurotsuchueyue smiled, excitedly holding the elixir bottle tightly and putting it into the storage bag.
When he looked at Yang Zhen again, there was a hint of shyness and sweetness in his eyes.
Gu Hong
Yang Zhen was completely unaware. He was looking curiously at the group of people visiting the lake. Slowly, he noticed that the firelight was getting sparser and sparser.
"There is no wind, why did the torch go out?" he said to himself.
Hei Tuyue heard it nearby, covered her mouth and laughed.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhen scratched her head, suddenly remembered what she had just said, and suddenly realized:
"They put it out themselves?"
Heituyue chuckled secretly, and a rosy cloud flew up on her cheeks. Fortunately, under the cover of the night, no one noticed.
Yang Zhen's consciousness spread around, and finally found that not far away in the grass, in the woods, behind rocks, and even on big trees, there were——
Well, extinguished torches.
And all kinds of primitive and wild sounds.
Hearing such a voice, accompanied by a beautiful woman, Yang Zhen felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Heituyue didn't say anything, and the two of them just walked along the lake, and no one said anything about leaving.
There were fewer and fewer torches surrounding the lake, and gradually there were only a few left, like stars in the dark night.
The atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.
"Actually, I ran back on purpose." After some time, Heituyue took the initiative to stir up the topic.
"Yeah." Yang Zhen responded.
"Senior Brother Fang forced me to leave. He wanted to use the spiritual stones in the treasury."
"Um."
Yang Zhen said nothing and listened silently. In the end, it was all women talking.
"He said that since we have so many spiritual stones in our treasury, we should buy some magic weapons, elixirs, and talismans. He also said that he could introduce me to merchants in the county and town, and also hinted that we could make a fortune together..."
"I ignored him. Later, he," the woman stopped here, seeming to be hesitant. Finally, she continued to describe:
"He also wanted me to be his woman, and said that he would send me to the Black Wind Valley to advance, and that he would also have the best Pei Yuan Pill, and even the Foundation Establishment Pill in the future."
"I didn't pay any attention to him! I despise people like him!"
Heituyue's voice suddenly became passionate. She paused and turned her head to look at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen also stopped and looked at her curiously.
In the dark night, the woman's beautiful eyes were as bright as stars. She took a deep breath, as if she had made a lot of determination, and said resolutely:
"We girls from the Wu Clan dare to love and hate! I don't like people like Senior Brother Fang!"
"Junior Brother Yang, I like you! I didn't like you yesterday. When you were following me, I thought you were the same person as Fang Hong. But later, after listening to your vow, I followed you through the streets of this village. I found that you are a person who does things and really wants everyone to get well."
"You are just like our land in Heiwo Township, a man with a broad mind!"
"I like you!"
After Heituyue finished speaking, her chest rose and fell violently, but her eyes looked at the boy without flinching.
Yang Zhen was stunned.
"I..." He murmured to himself, not knowing how to refuse.
"I have a Taoist companion," he said.
"I don't care!" The woman smiled.
"I..." Yang Zhen gritted her teeth and said cruelly, "I'm not used to it."
A trace of disappointment flashed across the face of the pearl of the Black Tu family, and then she smiled: "Okay! My sister is just teasing you, Junior Brother Yang."
She didn't seem angry, and Yang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was no longer appropriate to continue walking at this time. He was about to suggest going back when he suddenly frowned and stretched out his hand to grab.
A paper kite appeared in the hand.
"Master Yang, help! Rou'er, Rou'er has been captured by them!"
The kite was opened, and Magistrate Liu's frightened and old voice echoed in the night.
