"Everyone, after hearing about the beliefs and origins of various tribes of the Yi people, I and Zhuge Military Advisor also appreciated it very much. I wonder if there are pictures or artifacts recorded and circulated by each tribe that I can take a look at?"
Liu Chan did not show the scroll directly, but asked knowingly.
The leaders of the various tribes of the Yi people looked at each other with embarrassment on their faces.
Both men and women are busy working for a living every day, and tribes are constantly in conflict. How could such a luxurious career as an artist be born?
Even talented people will eventually be buried by the hectic life.
"Prince, although our clan has stories about its origins passed down from generation to generation, and there are many great gods...but there is no one who is good at painting or making utensils."
Liu Chan deliberately pretended to be shocked: "With such rich and colorful beautiful legends and powerful gods, there are no paintings from various ethnic groups for me to see with my own eyes... It is really a pity."
Liu Chan shook his head and sighed, seeming to really appreciate the legends, stories and belief totems of various tribes. His expression full of regret and confusion deeply hurt the hearts of these tribal leaders.
Yes, why haven’t we painted the great gods and beautiful legends?
I am really ashamed of my ancestors!
"Prince." Zhuge Liang saw that the atmosphere was almost complete, and said with his hands, "Liang Bu Cai, I have recently drawn several scrolls on my own based on the legends passed down by various ethnic groups...
"I was inspired by this, but I didn't expect that each clan would not have the original scroll. In that case, why not show off to the prince and other leaders for your reference? What do you think?"
"Oh?" Liu Chan has been among a group of "old actors" all year round, and his acting skills are naturally not that bad. At least these leaders of the barbarians will never see any flaws. At this time, he said in surprise, "You guys are willing to follow Gu Yi Watch?”
The leaders of the barbarians were more excited than Liu Chan imagined. At this time, they all said: "Zhuge Military Advisor actually has such skills, why don't you come out quickly and let us see him!"
"Yes, please ask Military Advisor Zhuge to quickly bring out the scroll!"
Liu Chan also nodded in time and said: "Yes, since the military advisor has such skills, why not show them to me and the leaders to appreciate them together?"
"In this way, Liang will be embarrassed." Zhuge Liang said with a smile, then stood up and took out the scroll that he had already sent.
The leaders of the Yi tribes craned their necks and stared at the scroll in Zhuge Liang's hand, their eyes widening.
When Zhuge Liang slowly opened the first scroll, Liu Chan was amazed by the exquisite painting skills, let alone these Yi people leaders who had never seen any "artwork".
In their eyes, the slowly unfolding scroll seemed to be glowing with golden light. The sky above the scroll seemed to be rising and the earth was falling, the sun and the moon were passing by, and fairy music seemed to be playing in their ears...
This is not a picture for them.
This is a miraculous holy thing, yes, it is a holy thing.
The more difficult a tribe lives, the more devout their faith is. This is the spiritual sustenance in their lives and the spiritual pillar that supports their continued reproduction and struggle in difficult times.
Therefore, when this spiritual pillar was displayed in front of them in an intuitive image, one can imagine how moved they were.
This kind of touching feeling is deeper than the kindness of not killing, and deeper than the gift of rice and grain.
There was an old patriarch with white beard and hair, his lips were trembling and he couldn't help but shed tears. The others also had solemn expressions and many had tears in their eyes.
Huo Bu'uli and King Pu Citu also looked at the scroll with their mouths wide open, and their expressions gradually became solemn. It was obvious that their mentality had also undergone tremendous changes compared to before.
Even Meng Huo, who often dealt with Yong Kai and spent a lot of effort to dominate Nanzhong, became serious at this time and looked at the scroll equally seriously, for fear of missing any detail.
The scrolls were displayed one after another, and the leaders of the barbarians, who were immersed in great emotion, were completely conquered by these scrolls.
Many people even regard it as a miraculous existence. No one questions the "containing private goods" in the subsequent paintings. It is better to say that they do not think it is the inclusion of private goods at all.
Rather, it was the revelation from the gods and ancestors that Han and Yi had the same origin and shared the same interests. This concept, along with these leather scrolls, took root deeply in the hearts of these Yi people leaders.
At this time, they were putting their right hands on their chests and whispering something in their mouths, but even the "translators" couldn't understand these words.
After all, they can only understand some common expressions, such as those used in ritual prayers, and there is nothing they can do.
Liu Chan secretly looked at Zhuge Liang. The unimaginable success of the Battle of Faith was a good start for the final resolution of the conflict between Han and Yi.
They wanted to wait quietly for these tribal leaders to finish reading the scrolls, but as time went by, they seemed to become more and more addicted... and had no intention of leaving these scrolls, which were not too complicated.
Liu Chan, who still had many things to discuss, couldn't wait any longer. If he allowed them to continue watching like this, they would probably still be watching even after dark.
"Ahem! Everyone... everyone?" Liu Chan coughed dryly and called out.
As a result, they still had no reaction at all.
In desperation, Liu Chan clapped his hands and signaled the guard who was showing the scroll to close it.
It was as if everyone's souls had been liberated from the painting, and they woke up from a dream.
"Everyone, this painting..."
As a result, before he finished speaking, the tribal leaders all knelt on the ground, stroking their chests and bowing their heads: "We didn't know that the prince and Zhuge Military Advisor are angels, and the previous offense is really a death penalty!"
Good guy, Liu Chan is a little speechless. Uncle Zhuge draws a picture and becomes an angel.
I was originally going to be promoted, but this time it was great, I was directly promoted to heaven, and I was also promoted to heaven...
Of course, this angel is not that angel. Although Liu Chan was joking in his heart, he still had common sense.
"Everyone, please stand up. I have already said that this is all the fault of Gao Ding and the other three. Both Han and Yi are victims. You are not to blame." Liu Chan stretched out his hand to help.
They looked ashamed and paused one after another before standing up.
"Uh..." Some clan leaders opened their mouths to speak, but in the end they held back.
At this time, their expressions were very strange. Liu Chan knew that they must want to ask for these scrolls, but he couldn't say anything, so he immediately glanced at Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang naturally understood and cupped his hands and said: "Prince, Liang thinks that since the leaders' tribes do not have similar scroll vessels. Liang wants to give this scroll to all the tribes in Nanzhong as a symbol of the friendship between Han and barbarians. What does Prince think?"
Liu Chan smiled and said: "I also have this intention, and I am afraid that the military advisor will not give up my love."
"Han and Yi are from the same origin. It is a blessing to be able to draw this picture for our brothers and make up for our regrets."
The two of them said one sentence to each other, but the leaders were extremely surprised. This painting must be a work of exhaustion, and it is also a miraculous treasure drawn by God's revelation through the hands of angels... Just, just give it to them?
"Uh... Your Majesty, I wonder what we need to exchange for?" The leader did not say it out of anger, but rather with anxiety, fearing that his own clan would not be able to produce anything in exchange.
Another person wiped his sweat and said: "Our clan is in a barren land in the south, and the products are so abundant... Why don't we donate twenty of the most beautiful virgins and the prince? It's too little..."
"My clan can also donate women!"
"Yes, yes, I..."
"Stop!" Liu Chan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Is he pretending to be Dong Zhuo? Do you want to build yourself a wine pool and meat forest?
"Do you think this thing can be exchanged like this?" Liu Chan said seriously.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all woke up and said, "What the prince said is that this treasure is priceless, but we have desecrated the sacred object."
Zhuge Liang took the words and smiled and said: "Since the gods of heaven and earth borrowed Liang's hand to paint the painting, then this thing should belong to all the tribes in Nanzhong. Now Liang and the prince can consider the thing returned to its original owner. You don't have to do this."
As soon as these words came out, the leaders were so moved that they prostrated themselves to the ground again: "The great kindness of the prince and military advisor Zhuge will never be forgotten by us. Han and barbarians share the same love and will not change it for thousands of years."
"The Han and Yi people are good friends and will not change for a thousand years!"
"Okay, okay! Everyone, please get up quickly." Although it is just a casual conversation, it is always a good start, and often the most difficult first step is this.
Nowadays, Ji Han is not short of soldiers and food as usual in history, and he does not need to fish from the lake, or even fish from the lake in a sustainable way.
Liu Chan was confident that as long as the Yi people were willing to take the first step to accept them, he and Zhuge Liang would surely allow the people of Nanzhong to enjoy the fruits of development as well.
"Such a treasure... Since it is shared by all the tribes in our southern region, I wonder which tribe should be enshrined in it?" The old patriarch with white beard and hair rolled his eyes and suddenly said.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly changed again.
Huo Bu'uli was the first to speak: "I, the Qingqiang, have strong soldiers and horses. We should protect the sacred objects from damage and keep them among our clan."
"Yes! If the sacred object exists in our Qingqiang tribe, it must be foolproof."
King Pu stopped working and frowned: "My Kunming clan still has more than ten war elephants, which can fight three thousand clan members, so they can protect the sacred objects."
It's said to be protecting a sacred object, but it smells like gunpowder.
"Hmph! Although our Yueyong tribes do not overestimate their abilities to offend the angels, we still have many tribesmen who can fight. In addition to the mighty heavenly weapons of the angels, we are not afraid of others!"
"What did you say?"
"How are you doing?"
"Everyone, wait a minute!" Liu Chan had a headache. The martial virtues in this place are too abundant. It seems that there is still a long way to go before harmonious development...
"There are outstanding people in Nanzhong. Now God has revealed it, through the hands of Gu and Zhuge's military advisors. It must be that you must change the previous situation of water and fire and work together to live up to the instructions of the gods and ancestors. How can we abandon the basic and chase the weak now?"
The tense people's momentum stagnated, but if they could not be convinced by the place where the sacred object was enshrined, there would definitely be another conflict.
Liu Chan had a headache and glanced at everyone. Suddenly he had an idea and pointed to Meng Huo and said: "The Meng family can contact the Han and Yi people in Nanzhong. This sacred object also indicates that the Han and Yi people are friends, so why not leave it in the Meng family!"
"...Huh?" Meng Huo, who was suddenly pointed out, had a confused look on his face, and his whole body was alerted by the gazes of the clan leaders...
(End of chapter)
