The Tiger Lord Dance was still dancing, and suddenly the twenty-four Tiger Lord servants all came together, lay down on the ground, and raised their heads.
"Ouch——————"
The Tiger Master imitated the tiger's roar with great force.
Xiang An and Xiang Yu were both on the same spot, their eyes flickering, as if they were feeling something, Xiang Liang was the same, and Zi Shu was still chatting with the young disciple.
No one noticed that a sneaky seven or eight-year-old child sneaked up next to Xiang An.
He found the bronze sword on Xiang An's waist, his eyes shone, and he reached out to pull it out.
"Um!?"
Realizing that someone's hand was on the hilt of his sword, Xiang An grasped the hilt of his bronze sword in less than a second and pulled back.
"Ah!" Before the little boy could react, Xiang Anshun grabbed his hand, and the huge force directly threw the little boy up.
"Huh? A child?" After Xiang An saw clearly who wanted to pull out his sword, he was stunned and subconsciously let go of his hand.
The little boy sat down on the ground, looking confused.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang looked at Xiang An.
"Hmm... This kid really wanted to pull out my sword, and then I..." Xiang An scratched the back of his head.
Write a book
The little boy looked over when he saw Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang, and felt a chill on his back. Without thinking much, he hid behind Xiang An's legs.
"Huh?" Xiang An can't be punished.
Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu's uncle and nephew looked at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes.
The two of them may indeed look a bit...
Xiang An, on the other hand, although this boy is not handsome, at least he looks safe.
"Hey kid, what are you doing?" Xiang An grabbed the little boy's back collar and lifted him out, looking at the child helplessly.
"No, it's okay-" The little boy seemed to realize that something was wrong, stuck out his tongue, and then got back into the crowd.
Xiang An glanced at Xiang Liang and shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face.
...
The Tiger King Dance has ended, and the time has reached noon.
In Zijia Village, Uncle Zheng, dressed as Tiger Lord, stood at the front, followed by Li Zheng from the other two villages.
The three men each held three incense sticks in their hands, but none of them were lit.
Behind the three people, five people carried wine, four people carried pigs, four people carried sheep, and three people carried chickens, ducks and geese. The rest of the people followed behind, carrying various tools and utensils, twenty The four of them formed a long queue.
"The tiger dances for 80,000 square meters, roaring and shaking the ballads at the foot of Pangshan Mountain -" Zi Li was saying loudly.
"Wu Shuan——"
"Go into the mountains——"
"Bow-shan, sir!!!"
"Roar——" The other twenty-three people behind him did not speak human words, but responded with tiger roars.
Under the leadership of Zi Lizheng, a team of 24 people set off towards Pangshan.
The pigs and sheep were carried in the back, and the people holding the utensils did not move. The three people in front were holding unburned incense. They took three steps and bowed, and took nine steps and kowtowed. They entered the Pangshan Mountain Road in a mighty manner.
The three uncles and nephews just watched in silence as the wine ceremony team carried various offerings towards Pangshan Mountain. The clouds on the faces of Xiang Yu and Xiang An became thicker and thicker.
"Has anything strange happened in your village recently?" Zishu was still chatting.
"If there's something strange... it's probably that our village is running out of food." The young man looked lazy, but when he mentioned this matter, he also sighed, "Not only the food in our village, The Yang family next door and the Wu family in the north of the mountain are running out of food, and the three villages are almost dying."
"The crops are not growing anymore..." Zishu frowned, "Why are they not growing?"
"I don't know either. Maybe Rizheng thinks that the tiger is unhappy, so why not just advance this year's wine festival?" The young man regained his casual look and scratched his head, "Wait until Rizheng and the others come down. , you talk to them."
"Um...ok, thank you." Zishu nodded his thanks with a gentle smile on his face.
After walking back, Zishu sighed.
"How's it going? Have you heard anything?" Xiang Liang crossed his chest and asked when he saw Zishu coming over.
"Well, back to you, sir, it seems that the crops in several nearby villages are no longer growing. This should be the weirdest information I got when we just chatted." Zishu cupped his hands and replied.
"The crops aren't growing anymore?... Come on, let's go take a look." A trace of surprise flashed in Xiang Liang's eyes. He pondered for a moment and looked at Xiang Yu and Xiang An, who had a gloomy face.
"Huh? Ah, okay." Xiang An's attention was always on Pangshan Mountain. When he heard Xiang Liang calling him, he quickly answered.
Xiang Liang frowned slightly when he looked at the two brothers' expressions, but in the end he didn't say anything.
...
The middle-aged man with a long sword on his back came late and happened to watch the four Xiang family members walking past. The village seemed to be lively, so he walked over.
The four members of the Xiang family walked out of the village and came to the field.
"It's really gone. I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice this abnormality..." Crouching on the ridge of the field, Xiang Liang felt that things were getting tricky.
"Uncle, what should we do now?" Xiang Yu approached Xiang Liang and asked.
Xiang An was still turning his head to look at Pang Shan.
"Now this matter is not just about you two." Xiang Liang stood up and looked at Xiang Yu, "If the crops don't grow, it means there will be no harvest in late autumn."
"The village no longer produces food... You should probably think about that situation."
"This..." Zishu frowned upon hearing this.
After thinking for a while, Xiang Liang said, "When we go back, we have to talk to Liu Jinyu."
Turning to look at Zijia Village, Xiang Liang's eyes showed a little anxiety: "No matter how you say it, this place used to be my Chu land, and those people were the people of Chu State. As the last remaining survivor of Chu State, I can't do anything." Watch the people of Chu starve to death."
"...Your Excellency is righteous." Zishu had nothing more to say and handed over his hands with a face full of emotion.
...
The wine festival team climbed along the steep mountain road.
Even on the mountain road in this rugged area, the three leaders led by Li Zheng bowed every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, slowly advancing towards the Tiger Temple on the top of the mountain.
They were very vocal.
After all, it is an annual event and should be huge.
But such a huge step awakens not the tiger that the people of Pangxiasan Village believe in.
But... something else.
In the tiger cave, the colorful tiger is still lying there.
But he was already extremely weak.
The muscles on his back were dry and heaving with heavy breathing.
The black energy wrapped around the tiger's body.
The shouts of the wine festival team had already reached the ears of the tiger.
Buzz——
The skinny big tiger suddenly opened his eyes.
"Roar......"
Xiang Yu and Xiang An turned around violently at the same time and glared at the top of Pang Mountain.
"elder brother!"
"Walk!"
After an extremely brief exchange, the two brothers started running wildly along the field, heading towards Pangshan Mountain.
Xiang Liang and Zishu were left behind with confused faces.
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