The middle-aged man carrying a bag and carrying a long sword turned his head and looked at the four masters riding a horse across the bridge. He sat on a stone on the side of the road, intending to take a break.
"Riding a horse is so magnificent..."
"Oh... it's really tiring all the way, but after serving the corvee service, he can still return to his hometown alive... he is lucky." He was casual in his posture and wiped the sweat from his head with his cuffs.
By May, the weather was getting hotter.
"That's right..." The middle-aged man looked to the south and then looked at the sky, "Can you still go to the next village today... If you are rushing at night...tsk."
It was ten o'clock in the morning now. He got up before dawn in the morning and walked from the north until now.
"Forget it, let's go to the village north of the river first, but that mountain is quite high. Is there such a high mountain in our Pei..."
After drinking two sips of water, the middle-aged man wiped the corner of his mouth, stuffed his kettle back into his bag, and stood up.
Anyway, I don’t want to eat dry cakes at noon. Besides, if I become the head of the Si Shui pavilion, then the villages here will be my place. Let’s go and have a look in advance!
After making up his mind, the man stepped onto the bridge again, heading towards Zijia Village at the foot of the mountain from south to north.
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In Zijia Village, the Hujun Wine Festival, which has lasted for a hundred years, has begun.
The first part of the Tiger King’s Wine Festival is the Tiger King’s Dance.
There were eight people in each of the three villages, a total of twenty-four people, and all twenty-four people were wearing Shanjun masks, two circles inside and outside, dancing with their hands and feet, the long-standing tiger king dance.
In addition to the twenty-four "Shanjun Shi" dancing in the field, there were thirty-six drummers, holding musical instruments, forming a larger circle at the outermost periphery.
The whole scene was very lively and noisy.
Opposite to the bustle in the center of the village, is the silence outside the village.
"Is this village hosting an event?" Xiang Liang tied the reins and looked at the noisy center of the village. His hands placed on the bronze sword slightly rubbed the hilt.
"It should be the Hujun Wine Festival. These villages here rarely hold such grand events that are all together." Zishu naturally rode a horse, but there was a little hesitation on his face. "But in the information I investigated, the Hujun Wine Festival should be held in June, and it was only mid-May..."
"Is this Tiger Lord worshipping the Mountain Lord?" Xiang Liang turned his head and asked.
"Yes." Zishu nodded, "This Tiger King's Wine Festival is held every year to worship the mountain king and pray to the mountain king to protect his side."
"Uncle, let's go in and take a look first." Xiang An patted the neck of the horse he was riding, "It's not a big deal to stay at the entrance of this village. We are here to end the cause and effect."
"But... Mr. Zishu, what kind of cause and effect is it? Xiang An and I have never been to this mountain. How could we have cause and effect with this mountain?" Xiang Yu frowned and asked.
"I don't know either, but what I saw told me is indeed your cause and effect. Lord Xiang Liang and I were just implicated." Shaking our heads, Zishu sighed.
"But what if we enter the village, what should we do? Just throw it here?" Zishu raised his head and asked.
"This horse was raised by my Xiang family since I was a child. Today, I just went to the village to see it. Let it go, and they will eat grass by the river." Xiang Liang turned over and dismounted, "You can find it by the river at that time."
"This... OK." Zishu hesitated for a moment, turned over and dismounted, letting go of the reins in his hand.
After patting the horse's belly, Xiang An pinched his wrist: "Go, go in!"
"I just don't know that when I worship Shanjun, this village is willing to accept outsiders like us." Xiang Liang's eyes flashed, and he walked to the center of the village. The scene of the Hujun's wine festival, and the other three followed him.
The four horses stayed in place for a while, as if they had confirmed that Xiang Liang and others had temporarily left them. Then, under the guidance of one of the horses, Cetu started to run wildly and ran towards the Huai River tributary in the south.
"Wow wow wow wow———" On the path of several horses, the man with a sword was almost hit and was startled, "What's the matter?"
"Is this...the horse of those people just now?" He turned his head and looked at the horse running towards the river, muttering to himself, and buckled his face.
"Forget it, what does it have to do with me?" With a swaying head, the middle-aged man continued to walk towards Zijia Village.
Xiang Liang and the other four were almost walking to the scene of the Hujun Wine Festival.
"It's so lively!" Xiang An was inspired by the atmosphere and was a little excited.
"Hey, fellow villagers, what are you doing?" Zishu, under Xiang Liang's instruction, found a villager who was strolling around the scene and was indifferent to the interest.
"Well? Are you... from another place?" The man was a young man. He looked about the same age as Xiang Yu and Xiang An, but he was thin and incomparable to the stout brothers. Moreover, at this age, he should go to labor service.
The young man glanced at Xiang Liang indifferently, greeted him, and then caught a glimpse of the bronze sword between Xiang Liang's waist standing on the side.
"Ah!" He was so scared that he took a step back.
"That-please don't be afraid." Zishu quickly laid his hands, "We are not evil people, we are just passing through this. We just want to go into the village to see, but are you at the Hujun wine sacrifice?"
"Oh? Ah...yes, it's Hu Jun's wine sacrifice, how do you know?" The young man looked at Xiang Liang and Xiang An behind Xiang Liang for a few more times, withdrew his guardian attitude, nodded slowly, and asked in confusion.
"The place I live is not too far from here. I have heard of the custom of worshiping the mountain king, but I have never come to worship him." Zishu shook his head, and what he said was indeed the truth.
"Then you can take a look. Our village did not say that outsiders could not read Baishanjun." The young man pointed to the middle, "If you want to see, just look."
The twenty-four mountain servants in the middle were still singing and dancing.
I've been jumping for a long time.
In the middle, Lao Li of the Zi family was already sweating profusely, but he still didn't stop his big dance steps, but just gritted his teeth and persevered.
This tiger king has been offering wine for a hundred years, and his descendants cannot make mistakes.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An looked at the tiger king’s wine offering, but they calmed down at the same time.
"...This feeling is very familiar." Xiang An frowned, held his hand on the hilt of the sword, frowned, and looked at Xiang Yu, "Brother? Do you feel anything?"
Xiang Yu pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as his younger brother.
After looking at Xiang An, Xiang Yu nodded slowly.
"Although I don't know why this feeling is,"
His intuition is telling him-
Danger.
Chapter completed!