On the wide riverbank, a dozen fires were blazing, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh pine branches and thatch, and the Saale people gathered around the fires, and there was no singing and dancing, no golden roasted whole sheep, no delicious mare's milk, all of which were used to entertain guests from afar.

Their expressions were solemn and **, their eyes were full of reluctance and grief, they dedicated their enthusiasm to Xu Zhen's brothers, but left their sorrow to their own people.

During the day, they were attacked by Murong Xiao's cavalry, and more than a dozen old and young clansmen died tragically under the iron hooves, and they were cremating their own clansmen according to the ancient rituals of the clan.

Xu Zhen and Li Mingda dismounted from afar, and the simple and extremely sexual feelings of the Salle people moved them, while almost stubbornly giving the most enthusiastic side to the distinguished guests, until late at night, the deepest sadness was vented, which made people can't help but be moved.

A wizard with a hideous wooden face was dancing by the fire, the bright feathers on his head made it more mysterious, and the people sang a song in a low voice, and the air was full of sadness and reluctance.

The Salay people who believe in Zoroastrianism have already discovered Xu Zhen and Li Mingda, if they are replaced by someone else, it must be extremely disrespectful to trespass on the funeral of the clan, but the person who came is Xu Zhen, the wise Yeerbo, and the son of the legendary Ahura!

Xu Zhen felt a little remorseful in his heart, he felt that he should not use illusion to deceive these simple people, but he knew very well that on the grassland where the people's wisdom was just beginning, this was the fastest and most effective means to gain prestige.

Li Mingda was pulling Xu Zhen's belt behind her back, she had an inexplicable fear of the ghost-faced wizard, but Xu Zhen patted the back of her hand to appease.

He had no intention of getting involved, after all, funeral ceremonies were extremely secret in any tribe, and foreigners were taboo.

However, the wizard with the ghost face of the colorful feather shifted his gaze to Xu Zhen's side, he was the great wizard of the Sale clan, and his status was second only to Wu Lie, who led the troops, but today Xu Zhen was born as the son of the god of fire, and his deeds instantly spread throughout the tribe, and he instantly won the respect of almost everyone, for the great wizard, this is not a good thing, but it makes him feel a strong threat.

His gaze was full of hostility, and then he tore his robe defiantly, and picked out a pine branch the size of a baby's arm from the fire, and as he jumped, he rolled the pine branch with fire on his body, and the flame burned brightly, but he was unscathed!

Until this time, the voices of the old people in the clan singing and harmonizing became louder and louder, obviously expressing their reverence for the great wizard, different from the younger generation, they are more rational, and they know the contribution and value of the great wizard to the tribe, Yinzong and others have seen Xu Zhen's palm on fire, the flame is attached to the blade, and the technique of walking on the water, seeing the great wizard provoke Xu Zhen, they are both dissatisfied in their hearts, and look forward to Xu Zhen's counterattack.

Xu Zhen was slightly stunned, the so-called land of people is the rivers and lakes, and there are rivers and lakes, and there are naturally fights, which is something that cannot be avoided wherever he goes.

After three years of dormancy in Chang'an, he has never had a suitable opportunity, let alone enough stage, but now, now that he has embarked on the journey, he will definitely not be afraid of challenges anymore!

In the expectant eyes of Yinzong and the others, Xu Zhen, the son of Ahula, really walked over slowly step by step.

After all, Tong Jin is the patriarch, and he cares about the stability of the clan, although Xu Zhen has made his clan have unprecedented cohesion and fighting spirit, but he does not have enough strength, this kind of encouragement can only make more young people throw their blood and sacrifice in vain, so for Xu Zhen, he is looking forward to but is jealous, after all, the old people always don't like change.

Since Xu Zhen was already planning to accept the challenge, he would not be rashly flustered, he didn't know much about the etiquette of the Sale tribe, so he had to press his right hand on his chest, bend down and salute to Qi Jin and the Great Wizard, as well as the surrounding Salle people, his face was solemn and solemn, but his left hand quietly touched the belt on the back of his waist.

Empty-handed fetching is one of the skills that magicians must practice, and when Xu Zhen was in Chang'an, he had seen some Taoists' five ghost carrying techniques, and most of the techniques used were mysterious.

Everyone saw that the legendary son of Ahura was about to make a move, and their hearts couldn't help but surge with infinite expectations, if Xu Zhen showed miracles again, it would not only be able to appease everyone, but also allow the deceased to get real peace, after all, they are all Zoroastrian believers, and Xu Zhen's identity at this time is Yeerbo in everyone's mouth!

Although he couldn't see the expression of the great wizard, Xu Zhen could feel the contempt and ridicule in the other party's eyes, and he didn't care, he walked straight to the side of the fire, and the great wizard handed over the fire stick in his hand like a demonstration, and the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Zhen naturally wouldn't be stupid to follow his routine, otherwise he would even be burned out, he pretended to be humble and waved his hand at the great wizard, and then walked to the side of the pyre, seemingly casual, but quickly selected a straight and well-proportioned, appropriately long, moderately sized dry branch.

The surrounding singing stopped, and they had already attracted Xu Zhen's attention, as if Xu Zhen's every move had a special meaning, as if every move he made had a different kind of magic!

What an honor and honor it was to be able to witness the miracles of the Son of Ahura alive and to be a devout Zoroastrian!

Li Mingda is the most obsessed with illusion, otherwise he would not have been captured by Mo Ya and others that day, and when he heard about Xu Zhen today, he was already surprised, and when he saw that Xu Zhen was about to show his means, he also covered his mouth and looked at Xu Zhen expectantly.

Raising the branch in his hand flat above his eyebrows, Xu Zhen bowed to the fire, meaning to worship the flames and pray for divine power, and then his hands wiped on the branches, and suddenly rotated in a circle, the branches swept over the edge of the fire, and the flames licked the branches like the long tongue of demons, and the branches burned in front of everyone's eyes!

Xu Zhen held the fire staff with his right hand, and his left hand was retracted to his chest, as if he was controlling the flames from afar, but his right hand slowly straightened his five fingers, and the fire staff suddenly fell weightless, but Xu Zhen's palm was in the air, and his body rotated.

"Shhh

Everyone suddenly gasped, although Yinzong and Wu Lie and others had seen the weirdness of Xu Zhen's walking on the water, they still couldn't help but exclaim at this moment, if it weren't for fear of disturbing the deceased, everyone would have to exclaim loudly!

The old man and the great wizard in the clan looked incredulous, at first they thought that Yinzong and other young and strong generations would promote Xu Zhen as a god in order to fight for independence, but now they saw it with their own eyes, but they were covered in sweat and hair!

The fire staff is just a matter of breathing, and after Xu Zhen's posture rotates in a circle, Xu Zhen's knees hit up, turning the fire staff into the air, and the palms of his hands are far away from each other, and the fire staff is actually suspended firmly between his palms, as if controlled by invisible divine power!

Everyone only felt that their throats were dry, and their eyes did not dare to blink at all, for fear of missing any picture, but Xu Zhen's face was solemn, and on a slightly cool night in late autumn, his cheeks were hot and red, and he was overexerting himself, and the fire rod suspended in his chest trembled gently, as if he had been endowed with spirituality!

Xu Zhen began to dance, his movements had never been seen before, Li Mingda boasted of his extensive knowledge, whether it was the war dance of the Heavenly Empire or the folk dance, or even the foreign drama and dance, she had seen it, but Xu Zhen's dance movements were slow and urgent, slow and like flowing water, and when urgent, it was like a storm, and it was unbelievable that the fire staff was constantly rotating around his body!

"Yerbo! Yerbo! ”

Tong Jin and the elders in the clan can still calm themselves, but Yinzong and other young Zhuang factions have already begun to chant in unison!

After all, Xu Zhen did not prepare in advance, and he was already satisfied with such an effect in a hurry, for fear that the time would be too long, he immediately bent his left hand, suddenly stopped his flying posture, pointed to the fire with his right hand, and shouted in his mouth: "The living mourn, the dead rest in peace, eh!" ”

Before the words fell, the fire staff flew straight into the fire, and exploded a flaming flower, more than three feet above the head of the fire, and the fireworks were in a trance like a human figure flying up, everyone was stunned, thinking that the deceased had already flown into the sky, and the whole audience was silent, only the flames crackled and burned!

Xu Zhenxin was stunned, and thought that he had revealed something, although he added a sentence of redemption at the end, making his illusion fit the funeral ceremony, but he was also not sure if he had offended the Saale people present.

Just as Xu Zhen was breaking out in a cold sweat, Salle's Qi Jin patted his chest and praised with full anger: "Son of Ahula! ”

As the chief of the clan, Sal Qijin is not old and confused, he naturally will not easily believe Xu Zhen, so during the day he excused himself by virtue of his injury, leaving only Yinzong and Wu Lie to discuss related matters with Xu Zhen, just to maintain a wait-and-see posture, but Xu Zhen's means at this moment are beyond imagination, even if the old people feel that Xu Zhen is pretending to be a ghost, but the hearts and blood of the young Zhuang have been conquered by Xu Zhen, once they oppose it, they don't need the Murong Department to retaliate, they themselves will split from the inside, and the entire clan will break out into internal trouble!

In such a situation, Tong Jin can only join hands with Yinzong Wulie and other young Zhuang factions, it can be said that it was not until this moment, after Xu Zhen performed the Fire Dance, that the entire Sale clan resolutely made up their minds to take revenge on the Murong Ministry!

The great wizard walked over slowly, solemnly saluted Xu Zhen, the latter was not arrogant, and hurriedly returned the salute humbly, and the crowd burst into cheers again, until the ceremony ended, everyone was still immersed in the magical moment of the right talent, and could not calm down for a long time, and regarded Xu Zhen as a divine envoy walking on the earth!

Xu Zhen felt the fanaticism in the eyes of these people, and the guilt in his heart was one more, but everything he did, in addition to using the strength of the Salle clan to fight the enemy, was not so that this tribe could get rid of the slavery of others and live freely?

Until he returned to the camp, Xu Zhen still couldn't sleep, tossed and turned for a while, simply got up, went to the river to take a cold shower, his spirit suddenly cheered up, and he rode his horse to the high post, only to find that Zhou Cang and Gao Heshu were already on duty, the two grinned and laughed by the fire, and they didn't know if they were discussing the martial arts on horseback, or discussing the "martial arts" practiced with the grassland girls in the camp tent.

Xu Zhen saw that Gao Heshu always carried a longbow with him, and he was interested in learning the skill of bending the bow and shooting the eagle, but he tried his best, but he couldn't fill the horn bow, and he couldn't help but be depressed in his heart, and suddenly had little interest, and practiced the knife with Zhou Cang, and was "humiliated" by the latter.

Xu Zhen had yet to regroup, and fought a decisive battle with Zhou Cang until dawn, but he didn't want the latter to wake up suddenly, walked a few steps, stepped on the high stone, looked into the southeast, and said to Xu Zhen with a solemn face: "Someone is coming!" ”

(Note 1: Xu Zhen's Fire Stick Dance is a more conventional stage magic: Dancingcane, also known as Dancing Stick, the principle is very simple, props are easy to make, even in the Tang Dynasty It is easy to achieve, more tests are skills and stage performances, students who are interested in skills can go to the video to see the effect.) ）