On the third day of the steppe people's feast, the soft bones in the black sheepskin began to move.

As the sun shined, and the cold and dry wind blew day and night, the fresh sheepskin began to slowly shrink, clinging to the body of the punished, and began to squeeze slowly and painfully.

The man's belly was stuffed with mutton and mare's milk wine, and he was neither hungry nor thirsty, but a little cold.

But from the third day onwards, the feeling of cold gradually disappeared, because the slow and continuous force of squeezing made him more and more uncomfortable, and the cold was nothing to him.

First there was a slow pain in the flesh, then a pain in the bones.

On the sixth day, the bones of his body were slowly crushed and deformed, and finally began to break.

On the seventh day, the crisp "horn" sound of those broken bones finally caught everyone's attention.

On the ninth day, the man vomited.

First the contents of the stomach, then the blood.

Eventually, gulps of blood slowly oozed out as they mixed with the squeezed internal organs.

He seems to be alive.

It was like a groan.

……

The singing and dancing of the prairie people stopped, except for the sound of the bonfire beeping and burning, and the "creaking" sound of the black sheepskin that slowly tightened under the wind and sun.

The people raised their faces and watched as the black lamb's mouth and nose slowly gushed blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, ticking and dripping to the ground.

Everyone feels a dull pain in their internal organs, as if the pain in the sheepskin is contagious.

Someone secretly glanced at Guo Yang, but saw that he was looking at the black lambskin with a smile, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This is the end of the nine-day and nine-night carnival.

The Tengger people's hand-grasped mutton and mare's milk wine make them unforgettable for life.

Of course, the most memorable thing is Guo Yang, the young man with a somewhat pale face who seems to be smiling but not smiling, and crushed everyone's hearts with a black sheepskin.

"High priest, the chief of the soft bones has been punished, the mutton has been eaten three or four times, and the mare's milk wine has been drunk a thousand sacs, and now, please show us what we should do, or what we should not do." When the old patriarch Jida saw that Guo Yang's goal had been achieved, he lost no time in standing up, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully.

Guo Yang was very satisfied with the wit of the old patriarch Jida, he knew that if he wanted to completely conquer the leaders of these steppe tribes, he had to have a little white face, an old black face.

The black face is the might, the white face is the grace, and the grace and the power are equally important, so that people can be convinced.

The only regret is that he should be a little white face, and the old patriarch Jida should be an old black face. However, it was already like this, Guo Yang could only smile secretly bitterly in his heart.

"What we should do is to live well, to live like a man, and to find a way for our elderly, women and children to live like people."

Guo Yang said lightly, sat down comfortably, took a sip of wine, and continued: "And if you want to live, you have to fight, face those jackals and dogs, without mercy, as long as they dare to reach out, chop off their claws first, and then, kill them." ”

"If you want to fight, you have to be united, you have to help each other and pity each other like fellow brothers, you must learn to tolerate the bad of your brothers, think more about their good and bad, and don't be like a hungry mad dog, as soon as you see a bone, you start to use your brain."

Guo Yang finished drinking a jue of wine, slowly stood up, glanced at these grassland people, lifted the wine jar, and filled himself again.

"Of course, we steppe people have done much better in this regard than those people from farming tribes, and here, I salute you with a drink!"

The grassland people have been fighting each other and hurting each other for a long time, in fact, they have long been tired of this kind of shit-like days, so when Guo Yang said that he wanted everyone to unite and live like a man, he suddenly said that it was in everyone's hearts.

"High Priest, we should honor you!" Once again, the old patriarch Gilda lost no time in stepping forward, kneeling on one knee and holding up a jue of wine.

Guo Yang nodded slightly, slowly walked off the wooden couch, came to the old patriarch Jida, took the wine, and drank it dry.

"Good wine!" Guo Yang said in a deep voice and handed the wine jue to the old patriarch Jida.

"Thank you, High Priest!" The old patriarch Jida bowed his head and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, the leaders of the other tribes learned it at once, and fell to their knees with a bang, but they all knelt on one knee and held up the wine lord, exactly like the old patriarch Gilda's movements.

"Okay, everyone's heart, I accept it!" Guo Yang was full of pride, slowly walked in front of those tribal leaders, took the wine lords they held high, and drank them one by one.

"Ask the High Priest to drink!" Seeing this, the men of the Tengger tribe also knelt down and held up the wine lord.

Guo Yang drank dozens of jue wine in a row, in fact, he was already a little drunk, but this was a ritual, he couldn't be cowardly, so he sneaked into the cultivation of the true exercises, condensed the wine together, gathered it to his fingertips, and secretly let a wisp of wine flow down the mink robe to the ground.

He walked slowly through the crowd, drinking the toast of every steppe man.

That's an outrageous amount of alcohol!

The grassland people were a little confused, and they respected Guo Yang even more.

Only Mr. Yehu, who was sitting on the wooden couch, saw Guo Yang's little trick clearly, he couldn't help laughing, drank two or three jue wine in a row, his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The green fox drilled into the warm mink robe, revealing a childish little face, and watched Guo Yang drink one after another with some concern, and tried to dissuade him several times.

However, watching Guo Yang drink more and more energetically, she gradually stopped worrying, but admired her brother Guo Yang more and more.

The grassland people first convinced Guo Yang's momentum, then witnessed a cruel punishment, and now, they were conquered by Guo Yang's unchanging drink.

On the steppe, heroes are more worthy of respect.

Two or three hundred jue wine, even if it is the cold water in the sea of Arishan, you can't drink so much!

"The High Priest is the real Battle of our steppe!" The old patriarch Gilda wasted no time in shouting.

"High Priestess, Battle! High Priest, Battle! ”

The steppe people fell to their knees on one knee and shouted in unison, their faces full of admiration.

Guo Yang slowly walked to the wooden couch, turned around, and nodded slightly to the grassland people.

"Why do the people of our nomadic tribe, who have the best war horses in the world, the fattest sheep and cattle, the most powerful whips, the invincible archery in the world, and the most heroic and loyal Bartel in the world, become sneaky jackals one by one, and are not only bullied by the miscellaneous people of those farming tribes, but also endure the bullying of jackals and dogs in other places on the grassland?"

"We grassland people are not united, although we are not as calculating as those farming tribes, and are good at stabbing in the back ungratefully, but a grassland cannot tolerate black sheep and white sheep grazing together, let alone other people's cattle and sheep stretching their necks to eat our grass, this is the root cause."

"Narrow-mindedness is our disease, and it must be cured. How to treat it? Cut yourself first! ”

As Guo Yang spoke, he casually picked up a jar of wine and patted open the mud.

He turned over and took out a small knife, and swiped it lightly in his left hand, and immediately blood was dripping and flowing into the altar, mixing with the wine.

"We come from different grasslands and have different Tengger days, but we ask ourselves, do we steppe people have a common ancestor? Is it the same blood flowing in our bodies? Brethren, merge our noble blood and let us drink it all! ”

"Drink this blood wine, you have me, I have you, what is the difference between us and our brothers of the same father and mother?"

Guo Yang's voice was not loud and low, but it clearly entered the ears of every grassland person, making their hearts tremble.

Guo Yang glanced at the old patriarch Jida, intentionally or unintentionally.

The old fox understood in an instant, strode over, took the small knife in Guo Yang's hand, and gently pulled it on his left hand, dripping blood into the wine.

When the other steppe people saw this, they immediately became arrogant, lined up, walked quickly, and dripped their blood into the jar of wine.

"Good! You are all the most valiant and faithful men on the prairie, my best brothers, come, let us drink this wine together! Guo Yang saw that everyone was dripping blood, and he was quite satisfied, so he lifted the jar of wine and slowly walked down the wooden couch.

Everyone roared, knelt on one knee, and held up the bartender.

Guo Yang walked all the way, poured blood wine into each wine lord, returned to the wooden couch, lifted the wine jar, and drank the rest clean.

He held his breath for a long time, spit it out, and shouted: "Good wine!" ”

The crowd raised their heads, drank together, and shouted in unison: "High priest, Battle! High Priest, Battle! ”

Although the number of people is not much, it is full of confidence, in the grassland that is still covered with heavy snow, it is heard from afar, faintly roaring, and the momentum is quite strong.

Guo Yang's eyes were half-squinted, and his face, which had been gloomy for many days, slowly became gentle.

He looked at these excited people, sighed secretly, and thought of Tianshui Village.

Back then, in order to survive, everyone was so excited and vigorous, engaging in salt, seeds, grain, cultivating wasteland, raising livestock, fighting with homeless people, fighting with wolves, and fighting with the Yan army of those dog days, which can be regarded as laying down a small piece of the country, so that everyone survived nourishingly.

But, in the end...... Guo Yang didn't want to think about it anymore.

Guo Yang looked up at the sky, high, blue, and unfathomable.

Looking at the vast grassland, the snow is covered, spring has not yet come, and there is a dead silence.

He lowered his head and stretched out his hands, both hands empty, only a trace of blood, shocking.

Guo Yang let out a long breath, and suddenly felt a pang in his chest.

"From today on, we will become a family again, let go of those little strife, let go of those little fights, and we will work together to become the true masters of this grassland." Guo Yang said lightly.

"Yes, High Priest!" Everyone suddenly agreed, and once again knelt on one knee, touched his chest with his right hand, and swore an oath in the way of the steppe people themselves.

"From this day forward, there will be no Tengger, no Bagan, no Zana, no Bozhitena, because we will be the same tribe, the same family. Our heaven, only Tengger heaven, our earth, is this grassland, our surroundings, only the distance. ”

"Our enemies, whether they are miscellaneous from farming tribes, beasts from the northern snowfields, or mongrels from all directions, if they dare to stretch out their greedy and sinful claws, we will chop them up!"

"Let us live like a group of men, not to listen to the words of the ominous women, not to let a few lambs fill your shallow eye sockets. We are the descendants of the wolf, we should be like wolves, don't learn to bark dogs. ”

"There is a saying among the farming tribesmen, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat. Sons of Tengger, would you rather eat meat or? Guo Yang's eyes were like electricity, swept across everyone's faces, and asked in a deep voice.

"Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, dogs travel thousands of miles to eat, we grassland people only eat meat, not!" Hundreds of people fell to their knees and roared.

It's a vow, and it's a hope.

Guo Yang gave hope to these people.

……

Guo Yang is usually silent, but once he started, he found that he was quite able to speak, and he couldn't help but secretly worry in his heart, is this still his original self?

The way of the dog has finally turned a tame lamb into a wolf.