Another night, Li Zheng still touched the slope of Huangfang Mountain, first poured out the wine in the leader's wine bag, and then filled the wine bag with water. After waking the leader up, he thought that it might be difficult for a single leader to convince his people of the truth, and that among the barbarians, the status of sorcerers is sacred, and everyone believes what they say. So, he sneaked around to the place where the richly dressed wizard was sleeping, and scratched the wizard's nostrils with grass. The sorcerer sneezed and got up, half asleep, and when he saw that the others were rushing down the mountain, he thought that he had gone on a campaign, and quickly leaned down to pray to the heavens, and then beat the drum of worship on the drum hanging on his chest, and went down the mountain with the group.

The leader continued to drink as he walked, but because the wine bag was no longer wine, he lacked the moisture of the wine and felt uncomfortable. The sound of the wizard's drums annoyed him even more, and he drew his knife and slashed at the wizard from behind. The sorcerer did not know the prophet, and dodged the moment the knife hit his head, and the leader slashed into the air and fell to the ground.

The wizard stomped on the back of the leader's neck and sneered, "Boy, you dare to plot against me. One spell from me will send you to heaven!" The leader was obviously scared, and begged for mercy: "The great god is angry, and the little king will only obey the orders of the great god in the future, and the spoils of war will be divided equally with the great god." "Do you want me to spare you just by dividing it?" Then the great god takes the big head. ”

Li Zheng saw that the two of them were only concerned about bargaining, and he didn't notice that the two tribes had already begun to party. If this continues, the night will be in vain again, and we must intervene! He jumped out of his hiding place, slammed the drum off the wizard's body, and ran towards the crowd as he banged. Both the wizard and the leader were shocked, and the wizard let go of the leader's feet, and the leader got up, and the eyes of the two were fixed on the drum and chased after them in unison.

Li Zheng beat the drum and ran into the crowd, luring the wizard and the leader into the crowd that was going on various celebrations. He thought: Now they won't turn a blind eye to this scene, right? But he was wrong, and the two men were only fixed on the drums, and they danced to the beat of the drums. Li Zheng beat the drum to attract their attention, but not to accompany them. He stopped beating the drum in exasperation, and as soon as the drum stopped, the wizard and the leader sat on the ground with a "bang", looking at each other face to face, motionless. Only then did Li Zheng notice their eyes, and saw that those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he stretched out his hand to shake them in front of them, without any reaction. It turned out that the two of them seemed to be in a state of wake, but in fact, it was also a kind of sleepwalking.

It seems that there is no way to wake up these dreamers, Li Zheng has tasted the taste of poor donkey skills. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to think that after he left, these barbarians would kill each other endlessly, so he stayed and hid in the shadows to continue to think of a way.

He pondered for a day, pondering repeatedly: I had never heard of this phenomenon among barbarians in other parts of the world, could it be that the geographical factors here caused the unique habits of barbarians? There is such a possibility, but it is difficult to confirm that I am neither a geographer nor a geologist, so how can I understand the strange power of this valley!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: it can't be confirmed geographically, but it can also be confirmed from the barbarians! Or start with the wizards and the leader, and if the suspicion is confirmed on them, they will wake up from their dreams, and then let them wake up the other barbarians. Oh, yes, this drum is going to come in handy. Thinking of this, he happily tapped twice on the drum.

The next day, the two sides went to war. He noticed that the Yellow Wizard was depressed, and he knew that it was because the wizard had lost the drum, and he didn't know how, and he had been ridiculed by his clansmen. After the battle between the two sides, Li Zheng quietly approached the wizard who was praying behind the battlefield and lightly tapped the drum a few times. The wizard shuddered when he heard the sound of the drums, and quickly looked back. Li Zheng hid in the bushes at this time, and when he saw the wizard turn around, he knocked twice more, and then slowly retreated in the bushes. The wizard was lured over and searched around the bushes. Li Zheng retreated faster and faster, and the drum beat rapidly, and finally led the wizard out of the valley.

After climbing over a mountain beam, Li Zheng saw that the leader had also arrived. It turned out that the leader found the wizard out of the battlefield and thought he was running away, so he chased after him. When the two of them met and talked, they both felt that the drum beat was very strange, and they followed the sound even harder to catch up. Of course, Li Zheng wouldn't let the two of them catch up, and dragged them all over the mountain, and finally turned to dark. The wizard and the leader were exhausted and fell asleep. Li Zheng observed from the sidelines, the two of them were still sleeping like pigs, and the mystery in his heart was solved: the barbarian's sleepwalking habit was indeed caused by some mysterious magic in that valley. Leaving the valley, their sleepwalking habit disappears.

This night the moon was in the sky, illuminating the mountains as if it were day. Li Zheng beat the drum vigorously on the head of the wizard and the leader, and then placed the drum next to the wizard. The two were awakened, and the wizard saw that the drum had been lost and recovered, and hurriedly hugged him in his arms. They got up and looked around, and finally their eyes were drawn to the scene down the mountain. It turned out that looking down from this mountain beam, the valley sprinkled with moonlight was unobstructed, and the scene of the intimate celebration of the two ethnic groups in the valley was clearly visible.

Looking at it, the wizard suddenly screamed, and he said to the leader that he remembered a legend: thousands of years ago, a large fireball fell from the sky and exploded in the valley, and those who entered the valley were possessed by the devil. Later, he forgot about this legend, and it seemed that he was possessed by the devil. At present, they are fighting during the day and having a party at night, and they must also be possessed by the devil. With that, they rushed to the valley.

Li Zheng, who was hiding in the shadows, heard this and guessed that the big fireball might have been a falling meteorite, and the meteorite brought extraterrestrial matter, which had special energy, which emitted and affected people's minds, making people irritable and aggressive during the day, and in the middle of the night, they were immersed in a calm sleepwalk. That's the magic of the valley.

Back in the valley, the sorcerer and the leader did not dare to go deep into the valley, and the sorcerer stood on the hillside and chanted the legend while beating drums to persuade the two tribes to leave the valley. Although the words of wizards are usually supreme among barbarians, but now they are sleepwalking, and they all think that they are kings, so they all giggle and don't take wizards seriously at all.

At this moment, Li Zheng appeared again, he handed the wizard a drum, and said to him, "Beat the drum quickly and wake ......them up."

As soon as the wizard saw that it was the black-haired and black-eyed Han family baby they saw before, he said, "Boy, you, my drum, what are you going to do?" ”

"If I tell you that this is the Three Qing Dao Venerables and the Immortal Heaven who asked me to guide you, would you believe it?" Li Zheng decided to dress up as a god stick, and he moved out the two tiger skins of Sanqing Daozun and Changshengtian to give himself a boost.

"Sanqing Daozun? Immortality? You mean, you are the messenger of the Immortal Heavens? As soon as the wizard heard the three words of Immortal Heaven, he immediately became excited, for no other reason, what he believed in was Immortal Heaven, and now a child with a bit of weirdness suddenly told himself that he was the messenger of Immortal Heaven, how could he not believe it?

The wizard quickly accepted Li Zheng's pretense as an oracle, and he respectfully took the drum that Li Zheng gave him, and then tried to introduce Li Zheng to his people, but the people still didn't take the wizard seriously.

The wizard was in a hurry, so he beat the drum louder. Knocking and knocking, the drum "banged", and a beam of sparks spewed out, splashing down on the grass at the bottom of the valley, igniting a raging fire that spread in all directions. Now the barbarians of both races were awakened with fright. Holding his head, he fled out of the valley.

It turned out that Li Zheng noticed that the valley had magic at the same time, and also found flammable sulfur at the bottom of the valley, and he thought of burning the valley to force the barbarians to evacuate, but he also felt that this fire should be set by the wizard, so that the barbarians would think that the fire was the will of God, and they would leave the valley willingly, and they would not be overly frightened.

Li Zheng dismantled the sorcerer's drum, tied a small iron box of his own to the leather rope in the drum, put a small piece of sulfur in the iron box, and then tore a few strips of cloth from his clothes, kneaded them into fine twists, wrapped one end around the sulfur in the iron box, and the other end was pierced through the shoulder strap of the drum. While he waited for the sorcerer to beat the drum and chant, he quietly lit the thin twist on the shoulder strap with a fire sickle behind the sorcerer, drawing the sulfur from the drum......

The fire burned for ten days and ten nights and was extinguished, and the barbarians returned to life in the valley. Probably because the energy of the extraterrestrial matter was destroyed by the fire.

The habits of the barbarians became normal, and they no longer fought during the day. They slept quietly at night, and the two tribes lived in harmony, and after they questioned the wizard, they learned that a divine envoy had saved them, and the barbarians were very grateful, and they respectfully recognized Li Zheng as the common leader of the two tribes, according to the rules handed down by the ancestors of the two tribes.......