Chapter 55: Ancient Music Ensemble, Xunshan Cantata
"This is unreasonable! High Priest, High Priest!"
The shamans of the Tong Hong family were stopped. Ge Ta and several other warriors came up to stop the progress of the shamans of the Tong Hong family.
"The high priest has an order!"
Ge Ta's tone was serious and unquestionable: "Those who offer sacrifices will stay, but those who do not offer sacrifices, please come down from the mountain!"
"I"
"please!"
The attitudes of these warriors left no room for doubt, and they exuded an aura of majesty. Headed by Ge Ta, they were clearly three majestic warriors!
The Tonghong shaman's eyes were about to spit fire, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you don't give me anything, please still ask the high priest to save our clan leader!"
"The trial sacrifice is about to begin. Is your clan leader more respected than the mountain god?"
Ge Ta gently pushed away a Tong Hong warrior who was trying to get closer. The latter was hit to the ground by the palm, rolled over three or four times, and was covered in mud and dust.
"Come down the mountain! No more trouble!"
Some words should not be repeated. Although the people of the Tonghong clan were angry, they were unable to resist the warriors of the Gaoshi clan. The mighty warriors like Ge Ta were much stronger than Youlao. Among them
The reason is because the degree of awakening of blood vessels is different.
Just like Yan Zai's Jinyun Divine Blood, which is naturally one level higher than ordinary blood, and Yan Zai has awakened for the second time, then his bloodline will form a suppressive force against his fellow clan members who have awakened the same Jinyun Divine Blood.
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Gaoshi's totem is the bird bird, also known as "Yu", Xunshan, Chaisang. There are no huge bird overlords in this area, but in this area, the most beautiful and relatively huge bird is the bird.
Tell the ancestors of the Shi family that according to legend, the three green feathers flying across the river are a big bird. This bird can know the sky.
This bird was born in the Xun wind. It originally had one mother and two children. The Xun pole became Zhen, and the Yin turned into Yang. Zhen became a crane, and its name was "Dan"; the Xun was a Yong, and its name was "Yun".
I pray for rain as a sacrifice.
As for Zaojun, negative cauldron and other titles, they did not exist in this era.
The Tong Hong family was blasted down the mountainside of Xun Mountain, while Yu Fou held the brass ax tightly, thinking of what Yu Zai once said to herself.
[I'll lend it to you. The man with the ax and ax is coming like a shaman. Don't lose it.]
If it weren't for this axe, the Chifang family would definitely not be able to resist the Gao Shi family's "settlement" this time. Although the Gao Shi family had bribed food before to prevent the Gao Shi family from favoring the Tong Hong family, once the Xunshan sacrifice was over, Tong Hong
I will definitely not give up easily.
The danger is not over yet.
Yu Fou held the brass ax tightly. At this time, the high priest had arrived at the high platform. He kicked the butt of the ax and reluctantly moved it away from the high sacrificial platform.
This big sheep, which looked like the lamb's second uncle, swung its hips and swayed under the sacrificial altar in three steps.
People from various tribes began to find their own positions. The Chifang clan also had to do it as soon as possible without delay. Ge Ta and the others had already expelled the people from the Tong Hong clan who went up the mountain, but from the Tong Hong clan's area, those who had been staying on the mountain were
The escorts cast unfriendly glances at the soldiers of the Akakata clan.
Although the Akakata clan has many warriors, none of them have awakening totems. There is no way for quantity to defeat quality without an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
"Mongolian!"
Yu Fou called Yu Meng and said in a very solemn and low tone: "Although the Tong Hong family was expelled by the Shi family, we are far away from the Nanqiu area outside the Xun Mountain area. If they attack on the way,
We, when the time comes, I will lead thirty people to stop them, and you have to take the bronze ax and rush back to the tribe."
Yu Meng was startled, and at the same time there were veins on his forehead. He looked back at the Hong family area with extremely angry eyes, and said to Yu Fou: "How can this be done? You are Beizheng, Wu let you
Come to Xunshan with an axe, and if you want to cut off the rear, it must be me."
Yu Fu frowned and said dissatisfied: "Why are you so childish!"
"You are the one who is childish!"
Yu Meng did not give in: "I am a shooter. If something really happens, I will go to the back and bring people with me who are good at shooting, so the delay will naturally be long! And you, you are Beizheng, you manage the land, plant, marry.
Walls, including the ditches that Wu mentioned, you have such a big responsibility on your shoulders, how dare you cut off the back wall?"
"If you die, then who can inherit your position and serve as the new Beizheng?"
Yan Fou wanted to say something else. At this time, on the high platform, the high priest glanced around. It was not just the Akafang clan who was whispering, but he also found that many members of the clan were muttering.
"Boom!"
The wooden stick in his hand struck the ground.
"Don't whisper! This is a serious matter! Otherwise, your name will be called!"
"The person whose name is called has nothing to eat! If one person's name is called, Quan's family will be hungry!"
The high priest's voice was very effective. Immediately, the people who were whispering stopped talking and stood upright.
Yu Fou and Yu Meng also shrank their heads. They felt that the high priest's gaze obviously stayed on them for about a moment, but quickly moved away.
Huh, those twenty stones of grain are really useful.
The trial sacrifice process was quickly completed, and everyone finally had to sing a sacrificial hymn.
"A good year! A good year!"
"What a millet! What a corn!"
"There are also Gao Lin, trillions and Zi!"
"For wine and sweet wine, I will give it to my ancestors!"
"With all the gifts, blessings will come to everyone!"
The high priest shouted to the sky, and then made gestures, just like the conductor of an ancient music troupe, while all the tribes participating in the sacrifice below held either axes (Akakata clan), scepters, hoes, or shovels.
, cross, in short, the thumping sound and whining waving sound started to sway and dance in an orderly manner under the rules of conduct explained by the high priest before.
"The Song of Harvest Harvest was written by Shennong. It eliminates water damage, makes grains prosperous, and worships heaven and earth."
The high priest's voice was high-pitched. At the same time, after everyone sang the harvest song, they had to go through another round of sacrifices to visit the rice millet and give the gods three stones. The priest could only decide based on his own feeling. If there was any extra, then
Throw all the rest to the lamb and his second uncle to eat.
Then came the second round of poetry sacrifices and choruses, and this one was widely circulated in the Central Plains, but I didn't expect that this song would also be used in sacrifices in the South.
That's "Song of Attacking the Soil".
"I work when the sun rises, rest when the sun sets, dig wells and drink, plow the fields and eat, how can I have the power of the emperor!"
This was written by an old farmer in the Central Plains during the fiftieth year of Emperor Tao's reign in the Tang Dynasty. During this period, there was no trouble in the world, all living beings were at peace, and the common people were happy with each other.
And hitting the soil is a game played by wild elders. When Yao was patrolling the world in his fiftieth year, in a farmland in the Central Plains, there were several 80-year-old old men throwing mud in the field and hitting the soil in the distance with mud blocks. Whoever throws the ball will score.
high.
They sang while pounding the soil, and some people were greatly surprised and said, this is the virtue of the emperor.
People can be self-sufficient, watch the sun rise and set, work in the fields to obtain food, and dig well water for drinking. Although life is tiring and hard, they are free and unfettered, and what they pay for is rewarded.
With such a leisurely and comfortable life, who still yearns for the rights of "emperor"?
And in today's troubled world with turbulent floods, who doesn't yearn for the peace of "keeping the fields of mulberry tilled when the soil is attacked"?