In ten days, the Great Autumn Festival will begin.
The entire Shiqianyuan tribe began to get busy.
A bumper harvest is accompanied by joy. The wrinkles on the faces of the old people relax, the children throw clods at each other, the strong men carry the rice, and the rural cooperative's oil mill in the public field is crowded with patriarchs from various tribes.
"I was here first, give me a seat!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze me!"
"Brother, you are so strong..."
Bare shirts, bare upper body, animal skin skirt or already used linen skirt, just wrapped around randomly to protect the lower body, dozens of hairy legs exposed, feet on the solid ground, pushing the oil press , the fragrance in the oil mill will not be cut off, and the people who have got the oil are very happy, while those who have not yet had their turn, and those who have not yet gone up to squeeze the oil, are gearing up and eager to try.
"Tell me, is there anything special and pleasant about the Great Autumn Festival in ten days' time..."
"You don't need to tell me that the wizards of our tribe have to go into battle in person and recite an ancient ritual of our tribe..."
"What the hell, just recite the funeral rites. You act like you're no one else. Who wants to hear this!"
"What, you look down on our tribe? What does your tribe have?"
"If you tell me this, I'm going to spar with you. Our tribe needs to show off its ancient hunting skills!"
"Harm! Hunting dance! What did I think? It's boring."
"Are you not convinced? Have you seen the excellent prey our tribe has hunted!"
"My family has a bumper harvest this year. There is so much rice that we have to feed the dolphins! And we have to go hunting? You poor guy!"
"Stop arguing. I think we can just dance together and look forward to the coming year."
"It's easy for you to ask. Brother, I'll show you right now."
People made fun of each other and talked to each other. Although some were complaining and some were sarcastic, most of them were competitive. Your wizard wanted to go up and recite prayers, and I boasted that my wizard wanted to go up and dance. He listened. He was still unconvinced, so he said that his wizard was going to run naked at the big ceremony!
"I tell you, we wizards this year...!"
Such remarks naturally reached the ears of various clan leaders!
"How can you be disrespectful to witches!"
When the big stick was waved, the eyes of the tribesmen who were spreading rumors and comparing themselves turned into pandas. Some people were beaten until they were rolling on the ground. The tribe leader showed no mercy at all, and his scoldings were unpleasant.
"Has your boy's hair grown? You are disrespecting the wizard here! I don't even dare to let him run around naked!"
The sound of thumping and banging echoed outside the oil shop along with the brother's screams. After the clan leader finished beating him with a stick, he looked at the other thoughtful clan leaders beside him and said sorry.
Of course, many things about the public fields have gradually spread to various tribes. After all, the oil pumpers always have to go back. After the road was built, everyone took the ox cart to go back and forth much faster. And the tribal wizard who heard that he wanted to run naked, in two days Afterwards, his face turned livid and he wanted to kill someone.
In public, during the Great Autumn Festival, the first mobilization ceremony organized by a rural cooperative, you and your mother let me, a wizard, dance hula?
"Let all these words go out..."
The wizard grabbed the tribesman who had been severely beaten and said viciously: "On the day of the Great Autumn Festival, you are the wizard and I am the warrior! I will put a few feathers on your two eggs and you can dance for me!"
Damn you, do you think you are being humorous by saying such nonsense? If he really jumped, would he have the nerve to meet wizards from other tribes in the future?
People from various tribes in the south who have joined rural cooperatives are thinking about how to make a good show at the Great Autumn Festival. In Niu Village, in the mountains and fields of the Tonghong family, there are tribal warriors who have returned from oiling and are discussing this matter. .
"What can our tribe do?"
"Let me get you a chest-crushing stone."
One totem warrior volunteered: "I am best at splitting stones."
However, he was soon despised by others around him. Here was a totem warrior, who couldn't split stones?
It’s not uncommon to have a big stone broken in your chest these days. If you have the ability, go up and perform a split of Huashan Mountain with your bare hands.
Good guy, that's really some Agarwood who hasn't been born yet, and he has to travel across time and space to call the expert.
If Sanmiao causes chaos again in the coming year, we first promise not to use your big killer, so as not to cause psychological shadow to the heroes of Sanmiao.
Today you can chop Huashan with your bare hands, but tomorrow you can eat the candle dragon alive.
"How about blowing the horn?"
A soldier of the Tonghong clan spoke carefully, but no one said anything.
The last time Youhou's horn was used after the three seedlings were taken out, it was no longer with the Chifang family, but was taken to Xunshan. It was said that it was to control the water flow along the river. He borrowed the horn to blow it, and it lasted for more than half a year.
The Hong family didn't know whether the water in the river had receded, but the horn had not been in the tribe for more than two years.
Even the god is vacationing at someone else’s house!
"Clan leader, what do you think?"
You Lao was cooking rice. When he heard this, he immediately put the bowl in his hand.
"You don't have to worry about it. Someone will recite the chant for everyone when the time comes."
When these words were said, the warriors of the Tonghong clan were immediately surprised and said one after another: "Who is it? He is really a wizard!"
You Lao raised his brows, thinking who else could he be if he wasn't that wretched old guy.
In order to make the Tong Hong family great again and return to the focus of everyone's attention, now that they have joined the rural cooperative, although they do not have as strong a dominant position as Yangcun, you must know that the cattle in the public fields are all produced by Niu Village, so The shaman of the Tonghong clan thought about it carefully, and recently he carried his clan members on his back and ran to the water source in the middle of the night to practice blowing the horn.
Thinking about such a powerful Niucun horn, it must be able to make warriors from many tribes feel majestic and solemn.
The shaman of the Tonghong family took a deep breath. The sun had set, and the stars and clouds were hanging in the sky. He blew on the horn and began to woo woo woo...
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The Yunhan Tianhe turned like time, and the sound of the horn reached the ears of Prince Changqin, causing his brows to frown immediately.
"This horn sound is messy, uneven, and the sound is wrong. Why is it so indecent!"
After coming to the south from Jiangshui, Prince Changqin was also sent to Jindu by Langshui. He was very surprised by the ferry in the south. After learning the identity of the person who came here, the Xunshan family heard that it was Xihuang Zhurong. The envoy of the clan suddenly became very nervous.
Fortunately, this person just wanted to visit this place again. After Xunshan thought about it, he remembered that the Zhu Rong clan had indeed ruled the south for a long time under the orders of Zhuan Xu and Emperor Ku, and then left for the Western Wilderness. live.....
Shui Zheng of the Xunshan clan had some guesses about Prince Changqin's identity, but since the other party didn't want to go into details, he didn't ask any more questions. After giving him a brief "tour guide", Prince Changqin asked himself Come back alone and see the scenery of my hometown.
Changqin was born in Wushan. He had to go from Fuqianyuan, and then follow the route Jibu, Jiyuan and the others took to find Wu Pan before they could return to the vicinity of Lingze in Wushan. But now the changes in the south, Changqin is more interested in it than Lingze.
I just didn't expect that when I was driving around, I came near Niu Village and heard the tattered horn sound of the Tonghong clan's wizard, which was like a misfire.
"Who! Who is scolding me! It's obviously a problem with the horn!"
When the wizard of the Tonghong family heard the loud rebuke, his face turned red with anger and he pulled out his axe. However, Prince Changqin moved faster than him and came to him earlier!
"The problem with the horn? Is this how you treat the instrument? Is this how you play the horn!"
"Listen to my voice..."
Prince Changqin was much taller than Tong Hong's shaman. After standing like this, Tong Hong's shaman only reached Prince Changqin's chest. He raised his head and the horn in his hand was snatched away by Prince Changqin. go.
That night, the people in Niu Village slept extremely comfortably.
So after that night, the Tong Hong family's wizard returned to the tribe. You Lao looked at the greatly changed wizard, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground.
The wizard of the Tong Hong family looked extremely haggard. Then he stared at You Lao, who looked very good, and his expression became even gloomier. He looked at You Lao as if he was sleepwalking and murmured:
"He said I don't have the innate ability to listen to music and recognize sounds... I shouldn't. That horn is mine..."
