At this time, Liu Zheng still didn't know what was happening in the Longyan Dynasty.
Liangzhou is so lively nowadays.
He believed that with his own arrangements and Qingyang Shuo in charge, the situation in Liangzhou would not go anywhere.
Of course he also rejected the daughter of the Buyi chief...
But as an "adult" from Long Yan, he couldn't refuse the leaders attending this meeting.
As soon as it got dark, these people came together and invited Liu Zheng to have a drink.
Shama Zhuoyi in the crowd still didn't look very good-looking. But as the host of this Torch Festival, Long Yan’s distinguished guest, he still had to come to greet him.
There are still three glasses of welcome wine.
Of course, Liu Zheng did not sing this time, which he felt was quite a pity.
As soon as they entered the banquet, there were men and women singing and dancing. Because it was the eve of the Torch Festival, people in national costumes were all around Qionghai, performing various programs, praying devoutly, a group of Suni dancers, and believers worshiping the fire, surrounding Qionghai. On these beaches of the sea, a fire dragon has appeared - all lit with torches, around which people celebrate.
There are so many more.
The atmosphere is there.
Hearing that Liu Zheng could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, these leaders came to propose a toast one by one. Fortunately, today's kudzu pollen is not overpowering yet, and Liu Zheng is willing to accept it.
There are really many heads...
This is how Liu Zheng feels about Liangshan now. Under the introduction of Huo Buquli, he met the leader of the big trousers, Naibao Rize. This is a man who looks very stocky and honest. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't seem to be fighting or grabbing, and he talks little.
Among this group of people, if he hadn't been sitting in the middle with Shama Zhuoyi and Huo Buquli, it would have been impossible to tell that this was a big-headed man with a hundred thousand soldiers from the big trousers tribe.
confusion.
not united.
No one obeys anyone.
Profit comes first.
This is Liu Zheng's evaluation of these people in a short period of time.
Since it is a chaotic situation...then it is good for him. What he needs to pay attention to is Shama Zhuoyi and Naibao Rize.
and.
In his opinion, this is the rule of protecting the sun, and he should be a ruthless person!
A person who is forbearing enough!
This matter does not seem to be as simple as Huo Buquli said.
"Hahahaha, today we gather together to pay respect to our Yi Heidi Aba and hope for a good harvest in the coming year!"
At this time, Shama Zhuoyi stood up holding a bowl of wine and said loudly.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
"Shamatou, what you said is wrong. The Torch Festival is to pay homage to our philanthropic ancestors..."
"The fart is for memorial..."
"yes……"
The gang leaders suddenly fell into a quarrel, and the brotherly love they had enjoyed while drinking and chatting was instantly gone.
This sudden change made Liu Zheng dumbfounded.
Huo Buquli, on the other hand, smiled leisurely and said: "It's begun. It's like this every year."
Liu Zheng laughed dumbly and watched the excitement from the side.
In the Yi area, the origin of the Torch Festival seems to be different for each ethnic group. someone said. It is to commemorate the Yi hero Heiti Aba. Some people say that it is to commemorate a woman named Charity. The Zhongtongjie ethnic group represented by Huo Buquli believes that the Torch Festival is to commemorate the great god King Samei...
Shama Zhuoyi dropped the wine glass in his hand with a bang and said with a stern expression: "What, Azetou, are you planning to lose another 3,000 cattle to us this year?"
Every year during the Torch Festival, these ethnic groups will send men and women from the ethnic groups to participate in various programs and compete.
It seems that every year, these leaders still come with good fortune.
When he said this, everyone burst into laughter.
It seems that this Azetou man lost badly last year.
The Azetou man, with a livid face, was not afraid and said: "Just do it and it's over. Who is afraid of whom?"
Shama Zhuoyi smiled coldly: "Okay! But everyone..."
He seemed to look at Liu Zheng calmly, and said with a smile: "This year is different from previous years. We, the Lord from Longyan, are truly distinguished guests. Since there are such distinguished guests present to witness, Shama has a suggestion."
Liu Zheng's face was expressionless.
Everyone looked towards him.
"If you have any suggestions, please tell me!"
"What are you talking about? Just say it!"
"Haha, it's the Shamatou tribe. There are no cattle or sheep this year? Hahaha!"
There was a lot of laughter at the scene. Shama Zhuoyi smiled faintly and said: "Brothers, Liangshan is one and the same ancestors are even more similar. However, over the years, eight big Bimo have appeared in our Liangshan area! Every year during the Torch Festival, we have to quarrel over this. It's really unreasonable. It’s good for our unity in Liangshan!”
As soon as these words came out, the whole place buzzed and started talking.
Although it is said that the Torch Festival, because of the deviation of this belief, the Torch Festival is more competitive and ornamental. But at the same time, there are also daily frictions and local fighting.
The Azetou man frowned and said, "What do you mean, Shama-tou man?"
Others also looked at it. Liu Zheng also looked at each other and Huo Buquli, his heart screaming.
really.
Shama Zhuoyi laughed loudly: "Why don't we, the leaders, just put an end to it while the nobles are witnessing it?"
The scene fell silent.
Shama Zhuoyi continued: "This year's Torch Festival, in the end, there is only one Big Bimo left! The Big Bimo from the winning tribe will be the one! All the other Big Bimo will go back and become Bimo!"
These people all looked at each other in shock.
Only one left?
One out of eight?
Many people wanted to refuse on the spot. Who doesn't know that Shama Zhuoyi has a group of warriors under his command, and what kind of blessing from God, he wins the first place every year during the Torch Festival.
Doesn't this mean that we are destined to unify Liangshan's beliefs from the bottom of our trousers?
"this……"
Many people hesitated.
Shama Zhuoyi's eyes turned cold.
"good!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Huo Buquli stood up, agreed happily, and said with a laugh: "That's it, everyone, Daliang Mountain, can't continue to be in such chaos! I, a native of Inuo, agree!"
"Agree!"
Naibao Rize also stood up and said.
Now, others have no power to refuse. The three largest ethnic groups agreed, so what else could they say? And... considering the origin of the Torch Festival, there is nothing wrong with this proposal. Whose big bimo represents the gods, and the people of that ethnic group are more powerful, right?
"good!"
"In that case, we agree!"
These leaders can only follow the crowd.
at this time. Shama Zhuoyi drained the wine in his hand, turned to look at Liu Zheng, and smiled: "My lord, if Aluba is defeated, your 50,000 soldiers will only be stationed in Meigu. Do you think How about it?"
The whole place fell silent instantly.
