This ancient mountain range lost the interference from the outside world and became harmonious and peaceful. The evil gods disappeared, the ancient monks retreated, and the villages deep in the mountains regained contact with each other.
Li Xi'an sat in the corner, watching the people coming and going.
He was wearing Li tribe clothes, and no one knew that this strange boy was the red dragon from the previous night except for the cricket and the great shaman who had met him. If someone noticed when he walked by, they would probably think he was a guest from another village. Occasionally, he would
Come and have a chat with a great witch. Although their king said they don't need to worry about this person, how can they dare to leave this person alone in the corner? They usually don't talk more than a few words. Today is a very important festival, great witches.
There were so many trivial matters on their bodies, and when they took the time to spare, they were always thinking about this powerful being who had helped them.
In fact, Chi Jiao didn't need anyone to accompany him. He was satisfied just by looking at the fireworks of the Li people.
The lifestyle deep in the mountains is generally the same.
The village he once watched has been like this for fifty years. Even when modern civilization invaded Taihang, the old people moved away reluctantly, and when the incident was over, they came back with their families.
In their words, I can only stay in such a circle, and nowhere else, no. As he spoke, he shook his head. To the people of Libu, he seemed to have returned to the village of the past, everything was different.
It's so peaceful and peaceful, with the sun rising and setting and resting. At most, when it gets dark, I'll see which house the bears want to play in. My father picks up the bamboo pole and looks for someone.
The cries of melon seeds echoed distantly with the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains.
Are humans the enemy? Li Xian never thinks so.
The enemy is the enemy, it is the position, and it has nothing to do with race. It is not his enemy just because he is a human being. He is the king of the Li tribe and the king of Shiwandashan. He has been thinking like this a long time ago.
Protecting Le Bu means not only protecting the people of Le Bu, but also protecting the civilization and history carried by the people of Le Bu.
Before the rise of all races, wasn't it the Li tribe that carried the ancient history of this mountain range?
The young man held his head up with one hand, and the several silver decorations hanging from his forehead swayed to and fro with his rhythm, which was quite interesting.
He felt the gaze, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a mole. It still looked the same, with a humanoid figure. Ordinary people in Li tribe had only seen the king covered in gold and carrying six arms on his back, but had never seen the human form of the mole. This guy was walking around.
He was tall and slender with bronzed skin and taller than the people around him. He was simply out of place. Li Xi'an felt that compared with him, he was as good as a native of Li.
The cricket looked at Li Xi'an with a strange look, which was well hidden, but the catching power of the red dragon's eyes was too terrifying.
He immediately stopped the mole who was about to leave.
"What? You don't look good. Did you have a weak shot yesterday?"
He turned around and spoke in a vicious tone.
"Hey! Jiaolong, why didn't I realize before that you are not a red dragon, but a poisonous dragon!"
"Come on." Li Xi'an waved his hand, "You have something to hide from me."
"No." He said firmly, his eyes were calm, and there was no flaw in his words.
"If you don't tell me, I won't save your face by drinking tonight. Under the premise of sealing the soul and turning around, do you think you can drink better than a dragon? By then, everyone in the Li tribe can see the true face of their king. All wisdom and calmness are
Shit." Li Xi'an was more calm than him.
The mole disdained and sneered, it was more mocking than the copper bone surface of Li Xi'an's body.
"Pull him down."
Ordinary liquor is of no use to creatures of their level. Fortunately, with the revival of Shiwan Mountain, several herbs that can brew immortal drunkenness recorded in witchcraft appeared in the mountains. Although several herbs are not old enough,
But it is not difficult to brew a few bottles of wine that will make the demon king drunk.
At first it was to defend against enemies.
After all, being drunk is also a coma. With a few bottles of wine brewed, you might be able to subdue the ancient monks of the Yangshen Realm without spending a single soldier. Now there is no need for it, and it is really regarded as wine.
In the distance, a great witch waved. When he saw the fool, he looked happy but did not dare to shout.
"Let's go, let's see you later." He said with a nonchalant look on his face.
It seemed like he had a winning ticket, but his expression was a little narrow.
Li Xi'an watched the mole leave, still dragging his head with one hand, but his pupils narrowed slightly.
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March 3, Hege Fair.
In late spring, when the spring clothes are ready, five or six crowned men and six or seven boys will return home after bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind with Uzus singing.
This is the way the ancient nobles celebrated festivals. It is completely different in Shiwandashan than in Libu.
Li Xi'an looked at the busy people in Li Department.
Maybe it's because the deep mountains have been closed for too long. The young people are so hungry that they play the couple of songs. The songs are clear and loud, making the listeners feel good, provided they don't listen to the content inside.
The lyrics were compiled by the young people who sang the song, such as "I see you are so small that you must not have the strength to go to the fields." "When I see my sister walking by the field with an umbrella, how many times will the scalper be beaten?" and "If you are not afraid of the cattle, you will not be able to do it."
"Jin, I'm afraid that outsiders will go to Haotian." Sometimes Li Xi'an would think, no wonder the folk songs that have been handed down have to be separated by a river. Without the obstruction of that river, eight out of ten couples singing to each other would start fighting.
My own cattle will also fight with them.
Nowadays, most of the young people in Li tribe practice Gu. With a wave of their arms and a heat in their head, even the river cannot be stopped.
"Uncle Song, we are here!" The loud sound was like a firecracker at the head of Libu Village.
A middle-aged man was driving a large centipede that was more than ten meters tall. The insect's limbs and body were like cast black iron, and its head had a ferocious mouthparts with a red hanging hanging from it.
It climbed on the ground, passed over rocks, and struck sparks with its feet.
This is not weird. What is weird is that there are a group of people sitting on the back of the centipede. It seems that the decoration comes from outside the Ministry of Li. A group of people, old and young, are sitting on the back of the centipede. Their faces are as plain as the buses in the past. They may have become accustomed to it. You know, everyone
The centipede is better than a bus in the mountains. It runs fast and steadily, and even most of the terrain obstacles in the mountains are just decorations in front of it.
"Okay, okay! You're welcome. Long time no see!" The old man in green robe came up to greet him, his voice as loud as his peers.
"Hey, whose boy is this? Look at his face."
"This little guy, the king asked me to take a long detour to pick him up. They don't have witches and Gu masters there, so there is no way to come to Libu." The middle-aged man touched his head, "I didn't know about it until I got there.
This place was once the territory of a notorious evil god, and I thought there was no one left alive."
"That's it..." the old man murmured, not knowing why their king specifically found this child.
"Let's go, let's go!" He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, looked at the boy again, and told him a few words so that he didn't have to be restrained.
"We're going to entertain you with delicious food and drinks today. We won't go home until we get drunk!"
"Hahaha, I won't come back until I'm drunk!"
He's coming... Li Xi'an looked back at the boy who woke him up in the town.
At first, Li Xi'an discovered the supernatural power in the boy, but that supernatural power was swallowed by the fish and dragons and used to wake him up from his sleep in the ghost coffin. Didn't he specially take the boy over to treat him to a meal? Obviously, he still has something.
These red dragons did not have the ability to see people and noticed the boy's abnormality.
The young man's thinking didn't last long before the drums on the other side started pounding.
The drumming was not done by the strong men of the Li tribe. The men of the Li tribe were all on the "battlefield". There were two teams of men and horses, staring at each other eagerly. There was a clear white line in front of the two men and horses, and a red-edged wreath was placed on it. Surrounding it was a clear white line.
A crowd had already gathered, and the entire "battlefield" was separated from the bustling crowd with red ribbons. The cheers and cheers could be heard from the corner where Li Xi'an sat.
While grabbing fireworks, a great shaman had previously told Li Xi'an about the customs here. He spoke in an excited tone, saying that this was an excellent battlefield to prove the strength of men from the Li tribe! After the excitement was over, he expressed regret. The general meaning was that if he were a few years younger, he would definitely have to
I went to the field twice. Even in the depths of the mountains, many ancient customs are not well understood by most young people. The most recent firecracker grabbing was more than ten years ago, the wizard recalled. As for the scenes organized by the authorities in peacetime
Living in the eyes of the older generation does not matter.
So it’s no wonder that the old man is so excited. With the advancement of civilization, some ancient traditions and rituals only exist in the heads of old guys like them, and they don’t know which day they will be taken into the graves when their generation dies. According to records
Ancient books and scriptures? Young people are turning their backs! But now, the history and traditions they inherited have been revealed to young people again, and can be turned into the power for people to walk on the mountains and protect themselves.
By the time Li Xi'an came to his senses, the great witch had already gone away.
Customs, traditions, records are ancient.
These are not necessarily beautiful things... The young man smiled softly. But he knew that what was revealed in his eyes now was that the young people in Libu inherited things that could be called beautiful things.
You are indeed a king.
It's not just a name.
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The scenery is beautiful, men and women are shoulder to shoulder.
The song is floating among the colorful clouds, the song is also lingering, and the love is also lingering.
Five-color glutinous rice is delicious and delicious.
Li Xi'an was staring at a girl there.
This girl brought him this set of Li's clothes this morning, so she can't be completely considered a stranger.
Twelve petals are connected to form a sphere, each petal represents a certain month of the year, and there are peach blossoms embroidered on it.
He silently handed the hydrangea back.
The custom of throwing hydrangeas is not only in the Li tribe, but also in their area. In other words, everyone knows the meaning of throwing hydrangeas. Of course, Li Xi'an also knew what it meant to give hydrangeas, and he refused righteously.
"You...you really don't need it?" the little girl said timidly.
Li Xi'an thought about what charm he had that made this little girl throw hydrangeas when she saw him this morning?
But the little girl's next words stunned Chijiao.
"But...but there are all the unmarried girls, you...can't live without them, right?"
After saying that, the little girl pointed to the young people singing the song. The girl among them was holding a well-made hydrangea in her hand and had a bright smile.
Li Xi'an was silent, his silver headdress swaying lightly.
He seemed to know what was going on with Mole's expression, and his sigh was barely audible.
"I'll accept it, go ahead and get on with it."
"Then...then, am I leaving?"
"Yeah." The young man smiled gently, then slowly stopped when he saw the little girl walking away.
"It's actually pretty good-looking, don't mind it." A voice suddenly sounded next to him. Mole leaned on the tree trunk and held it in all morning. After the incident was revealed, he finally couldn't help laughing.
"I don't mind it."
"oh?"
"It's just a gift from others, it's just an unintentional act. It's always a sincere thought." The young man said casually. "Besides, I'm still young, so I can't cause trouble to others, right? The little girl is frightened when facing strangers. If she gives anything to others,
I know there has been a big misunderstanding, you can clean up the situation by yourself when the time comes."
The hydrangea was spinning in his hand, and the twelve petal-like fabrics were rotating accordingly. It could be seen that the workmanship was quite fine, and since there was one more for him, it was okay for him to keep it. The dark pupils reflected the buds spinning on his fingertips, like a cold lake that had gone through a cold winter.
The light catches the first peach blossom petal falling from the peach tree in warm spring.
The young man took off his silver headdress, put it away along with his clothes, and put them aside.
Take out a large cotton-padded jacket.
"Not to mention that spiritual energy is such an inconvenience?" said Li Xi'an, who was wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket and inserted into his pocket.
"Forget it, forget it." Miao waved his hand, and when he saw Li Xi'an, who was wrapped like a ball, he lost his intention to tease. "I thought that with your insight, you should have discovered that something was wrong. But you just sat there for a while.
In the morning, I would chat for a while if someone came, but if no one came, I would just sit and be in a daze. When I wait until now, people will bring me the hydrangea. We haven’t been together for a long time, but the red dragon won’t be like this.”
"Because the one sitting here is not the red dragon." Li Xi'an said.
"How does it feel to wear a silver headdress?" said the man in a cold voice.
"It's okay, jingle, jingle, jingle."
"It's really not that red dragon." The mole smiled.
"Let's go, my friend, he is not Red Dragon but my guest. The banquet is ready."
"I hope you can drink me down." Most banquets in the south are held in the afternoon, not in the evening. At this time, the place in the center of Libu was full of people, and some people set up a stage to dance.
There are children fighting bugs on the road.
The Gu bug that slipped out was caught and reprimanded while the child was crying and fussing. The Gu bug just scratched its head with its forelimbs, not knowing who was scolding whom.
Wait until the sun sets a few minutes westward again.
People were shouting and eating.
When the sun completely sets and the lights are bright, the bustle is over. The long-lost joy and the two years of depression are gone with this bustle.
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At night, two figures walked side by side on the river bank.
"Today's land is so vast that the distance from Taihang to Taihang Mountains is too far. There are many risks along the way."
"It's not that I'm worried about you. If something happens to you, then the world of this world will change again. Since you helped me deal with a hundred thousand mountains, I should give you some insignificant help." Zhu said.
, and let out a wine burp.
A worm cannot drink a dragon, but he has learned a lesson today anyway.
"Your resting place is in the Yellow River. No matter how powerful the fish and dragons are, they can't carry the ghost coffin in the Yellow River to a hundred thousand mountains."
"A narrow space?"
"Not counting the slit space, I think it is more accurate to call it a slit passage. This shortcut is not naturally formed. It may have been opened by a practitioner with profound knowledge in the ancient times. The fish and dragons used this passage to transport you.
Came here."
He looked at the rolling river beside him.
The royal realm expands.
Li Xi'an noticed a certain aura permeating the space, and a group of fish and dragons roared lowly.
"They feel it," said the mole.
The passage is being dug out by moles.
This kind of thing should have no fixed place, but he unexpectedly dug it out.
The wind howled, the huge red thing blocked the moonlight, the golden candle burned, and the scales near the edge of the passage were blurred.
"That's it, farewell." The mole threw another piece of carapace, and the red dragon took it.
"Come to Taiping for a walk when you have time."
"Nonsense, of course I'm going to have a meal." I laughed as a matter of course.
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End of the Hundred Thousand Mountains Chapter
The Rakshasa chapter begins
At the end of this chapter, I tried to use a complete description of daily life. Even the main characters are people living in Libu. I probably want to write about the human spirit in my heart? It is a continuous large chapter and has not been opened, so it is a bit late to post it.
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I don’t know what everyone thinks.
By the way, I don’t know much about the Hege Fair festival, so please don’t blame me if I didn’t handle it well.