"Lion dance?" Li Huowang's mind never turned around. The thing slowly approaching in the distance didn't look like the lion dance in his impression.
First of all, in his impression, the lion dance, which represents the joy, is not a large piece of thin white cloth that looks dirty, and this so-called lion dance has no head at all!
There is a hazy white light source inside the stretched white cloth, which illuminates everything around it through the lower end of the white cloth. What I just saw was the light below.
If it were just a piece of shiny white cloth, Li Huowang wouldn't think it was evil. What's more eye-catching is the shriveled palm prints reflected on the white cloth.
Under the illumination of the light source, the entire white cloth became slightly transparent, clearly presenting the large or small palm prints in front of Li Huowang.
As the lion dance approached, Li Huowang saw more details on the white cloth. There were many white tassels on the cloth, just like the white tassels on the funeral flags carried by other mourners.
Li Huowang's eyes gradually moved downward, looking towards the lion's feet under the white cloth. What caught his eyes were some bare feet covered with mud.
If the only thing that can match the lion dance is the feet under the white cloth and the hands holding the white cloth, they seem to be dancing at the same time with a certain rhythm. They are indeed dancing.
Every time it dances and shakes, there will be some kind of sound of wooden poles hitting each other from inside this big cloth, as if it is used to accompany it.
"Senior Brother Li, it's okay. I've seen this kind of thing since I was a child, and I was scared to tears at the time. After seeing it a few more times, I've long been used to it." Sun Baolu tried to help Li Huowang dispel his worries.
Li Huowang carefully pulled the brass mask on his face with his hands, trying to cover his face as much as possible.
"Sometimes something you are accustomed to may not necessarily be safe. Also, why does this lion have no head?"
"Because they haven't graduated yet, they are all just apprentices. Only master lion dancers are qualified to wear lion heads. These guys are just practicing at night when no one comes out."
After Sun Baolu explained to Li Huowang, he raised his head and shouted at the lion dancer standing next to him. Judging from the tone, it seemed that he was talking about some words of encouragement.
However, no one in this headless lion responded to Sun Baolu's words. They were like a long-dead elephant lying on the ground, slowly walking past Li Huowang with a special melody.
After a long while, the lion dancer finally left, leaving Li Huowang with his back gradually fading away, without any reaction to Li Huowang.
"Senior Brother Li, look, Qingqiu is different from other places. With the blessing of the Immortal God, those evil spirits dare not make trouble."
Li Huowang looked up at him with remaining vigilance, turned around and walked towards the inn.
"You Changshengtian are so stingy? Do you only bless this area?"
"This...that's what my people say anyway."
"Are these lion dancers taught by masters and disciples from generation to generation?"
"No, they are all inherited. There is a group of people in Qingqiu who specialize in teaching lion dance. I heard it is called Lion Dance Palace."
"Lion Dance Palace?" Li Huowang muttered and repeated this word. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere before, but now he couldn't remember it when he tried to think about it.
Suddenly, when Li Huowang was thinking hard about this problem, the monk next to him, who was flexing his fingers, stamped his feet anxiously and said hurriedly: "Taoist, something is wrong! There is something wrong with those lion head dancers!"
"Huh?" Li Huowang looked at the hallucination of the monk next to him in astonishment, "What's wrong?"
"You didn't count just now? The numbers don't add up! The hands holding the cloth are much more numerous than the feet underneath! There are too many hands and too few feet, it doesn't add up! There must be something wrong with those people!"
"Wait!" As Li Huowang recalled the scene just now, his body became cold
If the monk hadn't reminded him, he almost didn't realize why the lion dancers' hands were bigger than their feet?!
"Senior Brother Li?" Looking at Li Huowang standing there talking to himself, Sun Baolu took a few steps back with some fear.
Just when Sun Baolu was thinking that if the other party continued to talk nonsense, he would go back and find others to bring the chains, he saw Senior Brother Li limping inside on crutches.
"Baolu, don't sleep today, the two of us will keep vigil!"
"Ah? Hey! Okay, okay!" Although he didn't know why he had to keep vigil in the inn, Sun Baolu still obeyed.
At midnight that night, Sun Baolu saw Senior Brother Li who didn't even blink. He suddenly stood up and actually asked others to start walking.
Although others were a little confused as to why they were traveling at night, they still did as they were told.
They were missing some gold and silver, but there were a few more bags of highland barley and dozens of sheep on the carriage.
"I'm good at this, I'm good at this! When I was a child, I gave sheep to a wealthy family for two years when I was begging!"
After Lu Zhuangyuan came forward, he was temporarily qualified for the position of sheepherder.
They left Women's Mountain under the moonlight. Li Huowang, who looked behind him from time to time, had an extremely solemn expression. Coupled with the fatigue of not sleeping all night, his face was very ugly.
Seeing this face, everyone felt that something was going on. No one was interested in doing anything else, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.
Confused, Chun Xiaoman came to Sun Baolu with his sword in hand and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Li? Isn't he always by your side? Before, you were accompanying Junior Sister Bai out to play well. Why did you become so bad after one night?"
This kind of virtue?"
Sun Baolu hesitated for a while, and finally told Chun Xiaoman in a low voice. "I don't know, obviously nothing happened. Maybe..."
Having said this, his voice lowered even further, almost becoming the size of a mosquito fly.
"Maybe Senior Brother Li is sick again... Didn't he often say that someone was harming him before?"
Xiaoman glanced at the nervous Li Huowang again, turned around and walked to Bai Lingmiao to understand the situation.
But until he rested by the river, Chun Xiaoman was still confused and didn't know what happened.
"Set up a pot and light the collected sheep dung under the pot!"
A few people dispersed and started digging wild vegetables.
Gouwa's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clasped the two entangled grasshoppers with his hands. He carefully broke the legs and wings of the grasshoppers with his fingers and put them into the bag on his waist.
"The land in Qingqiu is so fertile, I've already found a plate of hard vegetables after a while."
After tightening the bag, he lay down on the ground again and continued to rummage in the grass.
Soon his attention came to a small bush of thorns. His fingernails stuck in black dirt steadily cut off a young thorn, and tore off the barbed skin along the edge, revealing the green inside.
Green core.
Putting the green core into his mouth and chewing it, Gouwa showed a satisfied expression on his face. He had eaten this wild vegetable before, and it tasted good, a bit like crispy celery.
Just when he was about to put the young thorns in one pot, a basket suddenly appeared in front of Gouwa, which startled him.
He raised his head and found that it was Chun Xiaoman's basket. After the woman put down the basket, she turned and walked towards Li Huowang, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance.
"When you go back, take it back with you."
This chapter has been completed!