The forty-ninth (continued) Sheng, song flowing, drum tower, and singing under the moon on the wind and rain bridge

Liu Fengxue couldn't help frowning when he saw that no matter who the Miao people toasted to, they used the same horn wine.

When the toasting girl approached the horn, her mind moved, and her spiritual power was like a finger, turning around the inner wall of the horn and the edge of the mouth to wash away the filth.

Since she had just heard Shi Nianyuan's explanation, the Flowing Wind Woman was not good at drinking, and she didn't understand why Shi Nianyuan liked to drink alcohol. In short, after taking a small sip, he quickly left his mouth from the horns, and the wine spilled out and flowed down from the snow neck.

Thinking that because Liufeng Xue is a girl, the Miao family toast girls were not particularly embarrassed, seeing that Liufeng Xue only took a sip, they smiled and let it go, when the two general corner children opened the green bamboo barrage, the toasting girl led by the head was talking, and handed a batik silk silk to Liufeng Xue.

The rice wine that flowed into the clothes from the snow neck had already been steamed dry by the flowing wind and snow with spiritual power, and the silk silk with him was the girl's personal belongings, and the flowing wind and snow waved his hand and declined the kindness of the Miao girl, and the young man who had returned from the wind and rain bridge together before explained: "Girl, she said, you're welcome, you are very beautiful, this is what she gave you." ”

Batik is not a very common craft in the Thunder Empire, and Liufeng Xue likes this silk very much, but the girl who has gradually become accustomed to handing over the decision to the teenager subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Shi Nianyuan, Shi Nianyuan laughed, looked at Liufeng Xue softly, and nodded.

"Thank you!" Liu Fengxue smiled happily and took the silk silk, thought about it, turned over and took out a pair of earrings in the slightly surprised eyes of the toast girl, "There are no new ones...... I've worn this before, but just once! I hope you don't dislike it. ”

The toasting girl shouldn't have been able to speak the lingua franca of the Thunder Empire, and she looked at the finely crafted golden jade studs with surprise in her eyes. Almost all of the Miao ornaments were made of silver, so the toasting girl felt very fond of this pair of jade-inlaid gold studs, and guessed that it might be the beautiful girl who wanted to give it to herself as a return gift, but she was not sure, and she turned her eyes to the young man for help together with the flowing wind and snow.

Under the young man's explanation, the two girls learned each other's language and thanked each other.

When Liufeng Xue walked to Shi Nianyuan's side, Shi Nianyuan smiled and quipped: "Speaking of which, the Flowing Wind Woman is still the lord of Xuqian County after all, and she is quite generous and generous. Tut...... It is not difficult to see that it will be very capable of losing in the future......"

Liufeng Xuexing's eyes bulged, and he glanced at Shi Nianyuan with a dissatisfied face, but his tone was full of sweet smiles, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's okay, you have a lot of money and can afford it." ”

Thinking of the scene at the beginning, Shi Nianyuan shook his head and sighed with pain on his face, causing a burst of powder fist to blow into his chest.

As for Zhang Ga, although he did steal wine and drink on weekdays, he stopped at a shallow taste, and he didn't think the wine was very good.

The houses in the village are all wooden buildings on stilts, and it is rainy in Shaxi County, so the roof inclination angle is very large, and there are few tiles to pave, most of them are laid in layers of pine bark, and the moss marks are deep. The houses are scattered and scattered at random, and there is no discipline, but there are many strange totem stone pillars and stone piles made of broken stones, which seem to be in line with mathematics.

Shi Nianyuan curiously cast his eyes on the totem stone pillar and looked at it a few more times, there are many dyeing paintings on the column, it is not a very clever painting and dyeing technique, some are seriously faded, some are obviously the most recent repair and repainting, the theme of the painting is mostly around the legend of the god maple tree and the butterfly mother, the lines are simple, the color matching is monotonous, however, with the flavor of the whole Qiaogang Miao Village in general, unique, self-generated style.

The top of the totem stone pillar is like a human face, but the facial features are exaggerated and distorted, which reminds Shi Nianyuan of the ancient kingdom of Yelang mentioned in the wild history books.

Of course, these are not the real reasons for Shi Nianyuan's curiosity.

Each totem stone pillar exudes a faint demon element, if it weren't for Shi Nianyuan's own possession

The bloodline of the Winged Butterfly Demon Clan, which has opened the consciousness of the Heavenly Heart, will definitely not be able to capture this detail.

The Celestial Heart Consciousness stretched out in all directions, enveloping the totem stone pillar, and when it came into contact, it sensed the fragile prohibition hidden in the totem stone pillar. At the same time, he also sensed a chaotic thought with an unclear meaning.

After thinking about it, Shi Nianyuan didn't continue to investigate and retract his Tianxin consciousness.

Ahead, everyone hugged Lao Zhang and walked to the center of the village.

Under the leafy maple tree, there is a circular open square, the mud floor is covered with small pebbles, paving a circle of simple lines, under the big maple tree, on the edge of the square, two wooden drum towers have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, uprooting one after another, there is a huge bonfire burning in the middle of the square, and there is a maple drum next to the bonfire.

Many clansmen played the sheng pipes in the square, sang and danced.

Over the past ten years, Lao Zhang every time he came to Qiaogang Miao Village, he would borrow a night here, and continue to set off the next day after delivering letters, the hospitable Miao family has always been willing to receive lonely old postmen, Miao culture, Lao Zhang has also been exposed to a lot, and even learned a lot of commonly used Miao language.

Ten years of postman career, there is always a time to come to Qiaogang Miao Village in the New Year's Festival, however, the thirteen-year Drum Tibetan Festival, Lao Zhang is also the first time to see, the people in the Miao Village, regardless of men and women, young and old, have put on the most gorgeous costumes, the village is decorated cheerfully and festively, along the way, I saw a lot of hanging on the wooden frame Trojan horse, and even put on the newly slaughtered cattle and pigs on the rice bucket that was used to beat the rice upside down.

On the stone-stacked earthen stove, the big black pot and the small ding pot all rise out of the mist and diffuse the fragrance.

When he came to the square, the young man who came with him came to the wooden frame, pulled out the Miao (Harmony) knife inserted in the leg of the ox on the shelf, cut off a piece of bright red raw beef, dipped it in the hot sauce served in a wooden basin on the ground, and handed it to Lao Zhang.

Beef has a way to eat raw, as an old pawn, he has no scruples and particularities, Lao Zhang smiled and stretched out a hand to take the raw beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

Beef tendons, raw beef is even more so, you can't enjoy this delicacy without a good tooth.

The young man already knew that Zhang Ga was Lao Zhang's son, and continued to cut the beef while looking at Zhang Ga, where Shi Nianyuan and the flowing wind and snow were.

Zhang Ga and Liufeng Xue shook their heads with embarrassed faces at the same time, and took a step back in unison.

Shi Nianyuan smiled as he approached the young man's gift, and when he took a bite, the young man took the wine from the people on the side and handed it over.

Shi Nianyuan said to the Miao people who learned the "thank you" that Fang only knew, which caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers who found it funny at first glance.

The festival of the Drum Tibetan Festival is very grand.

At least in the eyes of the Miao family, who are all absent from Qiaogang Miao Village.

Under the maple tree, next to the drum tower.

Men, women and children stood in a formation and sang the oldest ode of the Miao people.

The original singing voice, unique modulation, and the corresponding and different voices bring a direct touch to the heart.

The number of people singing and the number of onlookers is similar.

Shi Nianyuan and Liufeng Xue sat on the edge of the hungry pebble square, snuggling silently.

And the father and son, who have a cold relationship, said a lot today.

The bag has always been kept by Lao Zhang's side, and from time to time he reached out and touched it, patted it, and confirmed that it was there.

When the Miao family passed by, almost all of them would nod or wave hello to Lao Zhang, and many people would take a look at the bag bag.

After ten years of lonely postman life, Lao Zhang's temperament has long been understood by the Miao family, and those who knew that there were letters sent to him in the bag of the parcel, they did not take the initiative to ask Lao Zhang for it.

Lao Zhang said that after drinking, no matter how much you drink or how little, your head is not bright, and when your head is not bright, you can't distribute letters, you can't make any mistakes, you can't lose anything, and you can't miss anything.

Lao Zhang also said that after he retired from the army, he worked as a postman for ten years, and he didn't know how many letters he sent to others, but he received one alone.

Zhang Ga waited for a long time, but he didn't see Lao Zhang continue

Go on.

Lao Zhang sat there, sipping sip of wine, occasionally cutting off a piece of beef, or picking up some strange sugar pastry and throwing it into his mouth. I don't know if it's really delicious, I always open the corner of my mouth with a smile, I don't know if the dipping sauce is too spicy, and my eyes are watery.

Zhang Ga was really uncomfortable, and called his father dissatisfied: "Lao Zhang, who sent you the letter?"

"Your mother. Lao Zhang replied.

This answer did not make Zhang Ga satisfied, Zhang Ga knew that Lao Zhang had been in the army, and his brain had made up for a lot of eventful years, and the iron horse was Binghe. Unexpectedly, it was a party that I didn't expect, but now I hear what Lao Zhang said, but I feel that it is really a very simple answer.

Zhang Ga snorted disdainfully.

Lao Zhang didn't care either, and said with a smile: "Your mother's letter was not sent to me when I was a postman, but I received it when I was in the barracks. I will take the post road for the past ten years, and it should have a lot to do with this letter......" Lao Zhang said, his voice lowered.

After Zhang Ga knew that it was sent by his mother, he didn't have much interest in listening, and his eyes were attracted by the puppet opera under the drum tower, the strange totem masks, the bizarre opera singing, and the strange fire-breathing magic, which caused half the children to cheer loudly from time to time.

Shi Nianyuan turned his head and glanced at it, and saw the old postman holding the bag and taking a nap, he smiled, and said thoughtlessly: "Shu Army." ”

Liu Fengxue was watching with interest as a Miao family "ghost master" stepped on the "knife mountain" inserted on both sides of the logs, walked through the long trough "Sea of Fire" burning with fiery charcoal, and when he heard Shi Nianyuan's voice, he tilted his head and said, "What Shu army?" Xingyan blinked, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "The army of Shuling County?"

Shi Nianyuan shook his head: "Spring and Autumn, Shu Army." ”

Liu Fengxue, who had come back to his senses, recalled reading history books, looked at Lao Zhang, and suddenly his apricot eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "Shu army...... He ...... age."

Shi Nianyuan nodded and said, "It's the iron-blooded brigade that goes down to the general corner, up to the elderly, and all the people are soldiers." ”

"Nianyuan, how do you see that?" asked Liu Fengxue.

Shi Nianyuan looked at Lao Zhang's hands holding the bag tightly, even though he was in a half-asleep state, even though he had left the army for many years, but the arm holding the bag was bruised, I really don't know why people still exert so much strength in their sleep.

Shi Nianyuan took out a pebble on the ground, bent his hand towards the bag bag, and the moment the pebble touched the bag bag, Lao Zhang suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Capture that fleeting gaze, and then look at that gaze with incomprehension, and finally turn into a wisp of confusion and distant memories. Shi Nianyuan Danfeng's eyes blinked, and his voice carried undisguised respect: "In the Ming Lei Emperor Chinese language he speaks, there is an extremely difficult to find Shu country accent. In addition, the temperament revealed from his behavior is half blind and half guessed. ”

Liu Fengxue felt that Shi Nianyuan suddenly talked about this topic, which should mean something, but Shi Nianyuan had already set his eyes on the scene and no longer spoke, he didn't know where to get half of the maple branch in his hand, and unconsciously drew a circle in front of him.

Apricot eyes were affectionate, and the girl snuggled up to the boy.

The boy tilted his head and rubbed the girl's long golden hair, which was leaning against his shoulder.

The yin and yang are extinguished in a way that the wind and snow cannot perceive, and the messy graphics on the ground are mapped to the spatial Cartesian coordinate system of Zhihai, which is a rough map, and the lines on the map are constantly changing, gradually changing into the geographical map of the Thunder Empire today.

The maple branch in Shi Nianyuan's hand suddenly broke, and Liu Fengxue smiled: "What are you painting nonsense?"

In the sea of knowledge, the position of the Imperial Xuanyang was poked into a big hole, Shi Nianyuan shook his head, and said softly: "It's nothing." ”

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