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On the day of the bonfire festival.

Early in the morning, in the cabin, little Wukong was still asleep, and he faintly heard a sound of gongs and drums outside, waking him up.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the wide open wooden door in a daze, a little confused, and then suddenly remembered that today was the annual bonfire festival of the Divine Volcano Village.

So, at a glance, I saw a big battle.

At this time, there was a group of people, lined up in the shape of a line, swaggering past in front of the cabin, most of them young adults. Every other line, two people carry a large wooden drum, and then two others hold drumsticks in their hands, beating as they walk. The sound of knocking is endless, and it is quite noisy.

Next to this procession, there were also a large number of residents watching and following all the way, most of them women and children. They followed in unison, and every time the drum beat two or three times, the people around them cheered. Everyone, drummer and no, was filled with joy and excitement.

Little Wukong stood at the door of the house and watched quietly for a while.

Well...... I have to say that it's really noisy, very noisy, and quite noisy.

Noise starts early in the morning, and this is called the bonfire festival...... Is that so?

The light hears the drums, but what about the fire?

Why don't you change the name?

Little Wukong whispered in his heart.

At the same time, he did not see Madame Merry in the crowd.

But the little girl Auvera was present, and saw him, and then rushed forward with laughter, and took him by the hand cordially, and said with joy:

"Little monkey, let's play together!"

Then, without telling him, Ovira took Little Goku back to the crowd.

The people around him were also familiar with Little Wukong, and when they saw him coming, they all released a kind smile, and they didn't treat him as a monkey at all.

Little Wukong followed the flow of people, listened to the sound of drums, and walked through the whole village.

On the way, a steady stream of residents joined in, and there were also other children who were having a good time, and when they saw Little Wukong and Ovila, they rushed forward and shouted with them.

Of course, Little Wukong didn't shout, because he had no voice and couldn't shout. Even if he regained his voice, he felt that it would be a little silly.

Really...... Primitive villages, primitive style.

You don't have anything fun to do but work, just do some of these boring things.

However, Little Goku did not show any disdain on his face, because that would be disrespectful to the people of this place. Therefore, during the march of the team, he also jumped up and down with the children, very active, trying to show the liveliness that a normal monkey should be, and trying to show that he liked the activity as much as possible.

The shouting of the drums continued all morning.

Walking to the back, Little Wukong didn't have the strength to jump anymore, but everyone around him was still alive and well, and everyone's faces were still full of excitement and joy, as if they had endless strength.

But Xiao Wukong didn't feel much puzzled, although he lost his spiritual power and couldn't perceive people's realm, but when he looked at it like this, and then thought of the strength of Xiao Xiami, the strength of the people here should be extraordinary. So it's also understandable why people don't feel tired.

It's just that the doubt in his heart still lingers.

Little Wukong thought about it, his pace slowed down, his arm was tugged hard by someone, he quickly came back to his senses, and after smiling apologetically, he quickly followed.

In the morning, people circled the entire mountain area.

In the afternoon, everyone gathered in an open place, sat down in a large circle, and then talked about it, not knowing what was waiting for.

Little Wukong sat on the side, a little dazed, but when he heard the whispers of the little girl Ovira and his partner beside him, he knew that the next step was a variety of talent shows and various competitions.

Men compete and display in rough and wild sports such as fighting and wrestling, while women compete and display in activities that seem elegant in comparison, such as dancing and singing.

After waiting for a while, Little Wukong finally waited for someone to come to the center of the clearing, it was a young man, although the muscles of his arms were bulging and developed, but his face was very simple and honest. His appearance is also in line with the painting style of the people in this god volcano village, everyone is like this, and there is no sinister and cunning calculation between everyone, which makes little Wukong feel very comfortable.

After the young man came on the field, another person of his age jumped forward, who was also a young man. The two young men, who clearly knew each other, bumped each other on the arm, and then the bear hugged each other as a sign of friendship and pre-war etiquette.

As soon as the two let go, the onlookers around them began to shout, roughly speaking: let them hurry up and start, they can't wait for such words.

Little Wukong also began to relax his mind, watching you come and go on the field, the two hugged each other and wrestled, judging from the movements, it should be wrestling. Two young men, either you put your arms around my thighs, or I hooked your ankles with my feet, and then every now and then I roared wildly, trying to scream to exert force. The audience watched with great joy and applauded from time to time, cheering for the two.

However, when Little Wukong looked at it, he was interested.

This kind of primitive wrestling competition does not require the use of spiritual power at all, it is just the pursuit of an explosion of one's own strength, as long as one person can use strength, skill and means to pull another person to the ground, it is as simple as that.

And he little Wukong, before he fell here, he was a cultivator of the Eight Classics, after the Great Elder left, when he began his independent cultivation career, he experienced one fight after another, and some were even so cruel that he was killed to death, and his ruthlessness was much more powerful than this so-called competition.

The mysterious Mogan, the Snaketooth Mercenary Group, the third son of the Popin family, Yuris, and the army of Firefeather Birds a few months ago......

These names, as well as the scene of Little Goku fighting them, gradually drifted through his mind like a camera.

Therefore, the two young people on the field, although their gladiatorial fight fascinated the audience, but it was really not enough for Little Wukong, he always felt that the fight between these two young people was a little soft, as if he was weak, and it was really boring. And before, whenever he or he encountered the aura explosion of other cultivators, he felt that that kind of scene was definitely much more gorgeous and wonderful than this kind of pure strength struggle.

As a result, he couldn't help but start to doubt his earlier inference that "the people here are strong".

While watching the outcome of the just-split results on the field, Xiao Wukong repeatedly speculated in his heart about people's true strength levels, and in the end, he had to think in a certain direction......

There were more than a dozen wrestling matches, most of them friendly matches, and after the results were announced, the two hugged again as if the incident had never happened, and regained their smiles. Of course, there are also people who feel unwilling because of losing, who don't admit defeat and want to play again, but the onlookers who have been all good things stand up and have no idea after being comforted.

Seeing this, Little Wukong sighed in his heart.

Such a pure and simple atmosphere is basically impossible to exist in the outside world......

After this enthusiastic and unrestrained wrestling match, it was finally the turn of the women's competition.

I saw several young girls in slightly open clothes rushing to the field, which made people's eyes light up. After bowing to each other, the girls began to sing and dance to the accompaniment of musical instruments, and most of the dances were not elegant and serene, but sensual and coquettish.

As they danced, some of the young men stared at them intently, their eyes a little misty. Although the skin of the girls is not as fair as jade, it is a very healthy complexion, and the appearance is not very delicate and good. But it's not so much that attracts these young people, it's that their figures are so beautiful and stunning, and everywhere they are patchwork and rugged, and it is impossible not to make people reverie.

Some people even looked at it, and even a trace of crystal slightly thick liquid quietly flowed down from the corner of their mouth.

It wasn't until they happened to hear the aunts gathered around them, pointing to themselves and laughing and discussing, that these young people, like children who had done something wrong, hurriedly lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at the girls on the field again.

Little Wukong is indifferent to this beauty, although he has been in human society for a long time, his aesthetics are still only moving closer to human beings, not completely overlapping. Coupled with his young age, he didn't understand the involuntary reactions of the young men. So he watched it for a while, and gradually felt a little bored.

He turned his head and wanted Orvila to play with him for a while, but he saw the little girl next to him, looking straight at the young ladies dancing in the middle of the circle, and her eyes seemed to be twinkling...... The glow of envy?

Little Wukong touched her arm slightly with his fluffy hand, Ovira felt a little itchy, and after subconsciously scratching her arm, she turned her head and looked at Little Wukong, as if she had seen through his heart, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Little monkey, little monkey, I'll play with you at the bonfire party later, and I want to watch my sisters dance!"

Little Wukong was a little helpless, so he looked at the stage again, and suddenly heard the little girl muttering:

"How nice it would be if I could be like these sisters in the future...... I'm too ugly now, and I'm ...... everywhere."

Little Wukong didn't understand what she was muttering for a while. He looked at Oviera's slightly flushed face and increasingly envious expression, and couldn't help but put a big question mark in his heart. What is uneven, he does not understand.

Never mind...... When you become a human being, or if you are getting older, maybe you will know.

He didn't take it to heart, but waited for the dance to end.

After the last drum fell, the girls finally smiled at the audience, and then lightly walked out of the circle together.

Is it finally over...... Little Wukong breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and was about to stand up when Orvila grabbed his shoulders and asked him to sit down again.

Little Wukong looked at her with a little puzzlement.

But the little girl smiled and said:

"There's no hurry, there's another activity. Our Shen Volcano Village, whenever the bonfire festival is celebrated, there will be a mate selection link for the beautiful sisters. If my sisters have someone they like, they will come out and hold a wreath and present it to him. ”

Ovira said, rubbing her hands together, her eyes faintly expectant.

Not done yet, huh?

Little Wukong, who had been sitting patiently here for an afternoon, looked up at the sky that was already evening, so he had to hold his forehead, and looked at a girl who was already standing still on the field with a little helplessness.

Looking at this dress, it seems to be one of the people who danced before......

But this moment is different from before, the girl is holding a circle of carefully woven wreaths in her hands, which seems to be a gift for her sweetheart. Her hand holding the wreath trembled a little, and her face couldn't help but feel nervous.

In the crowd, there was a handsome young man of his age, his body trembling slightly, and he was as nervous as her.

The elders on the side seemed to know where the girl's heart belonged, so they didn't say anything, just looked at her with encouraging eyes.

The girl took a deep breath and looked around at the people around her calmly. When she saw the area where the young man was, her eyes trembled and she hurriedly turned away.

This scene was captured by this young man, and his eyes were also a little lost, could she ...... Isn't the person you like yourself?

And just as he kept sighing, he saw the girl suddenly turn around and walk in his direction!

His heart began to beat violently, his breathing was rapid, and he couldn't help but stand up.

As he watched the girl holding the wreath and approaching his own direction step by step, the young man's heart became more and more excited, and he was about to reach out to take the girl's wreath, but when he saw that the girl looked at him suspiciously, he avoided his hand and turned the wreath ......

Dedicated to the man next to him.

The young man's eyes were glazed, and he turned his head mechanically, only to find that the person this girl liked was actually his best friend!?

The young man who was presented by the girl with a wreath was also stunned when he saw this. He looked at his friends beside him, only to see him staring at him, his eyes were almost bloodshot, he smiled helplessly, and had to politely refuse.

The girl's eyes were full of loss, but she didn't say anything, and after one last glance at her sweetheart, she turned around and went back.

Seeing this, the onlookers could only sigh, and some stepped forward to pat the girl's shoulder, but they didn't know what to say.

Next to Little Wukong, the little girl Ovira stared desperately at the young man who rejected the girl's heart, opened her mouth, but only dared to whisper:

"Brother Gash is also bad! It's thanks to Sister Lannie who likes you so much, and has hidden her heart for many years, before she reveals it to you, but you don't appreciate it...... What a piece of Sister Ferranie's heart!"

And Xiao Wukong watched the reactions of these two people for a while, but saw the young man who opened his mouth to refuse, his face was still a little dazed at this time, but he had already held his friend's hand, as if he was explaining something.

Then, Little Wukong glanced at the young man who stood up earlier, and although he was comforted by his friends, he was still depressed, just like the girl who was rejected.

In his heart, he seemed to understand something.