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"I'm going to marry a teenage hero!" At last summer's coming-of-age ceremony, girls who turned 13 prayed to the full moon in the sky. Moonlight hears the girl's prayer and sends a heroic boy to her from thousands of miles away.

In the face of danger, he did not flinch, cut off the opponent's royal flag in the army of ten thousand horses, and cut off the old enemy under the horse in front of the two armies, such a young hero, Su Si has not appeared in a hundred years. What makes the girl even more intoxicated is that he once sacrificed his life to save him in times of crisis. Although he scolded people fiercely that day, every time the girl remembered the word "roll", she felt that it was a hundred times more beautiful than the love songs of any teenager of the same age.

The magical hunter of the Su Si Division, the warrior of the Shetu Division, Gosana, who cut down five opponents in the First World War, Hou Quli, who was the first to rush into the enemy's camp, and Ah Shubi, who blocked the enemy's escape path, the warriors with red faces and the intoxicated elders were supported by the girl? White felt for the ceremony. The steppe people respect the warriors, and today's order of seating is not based on their status in the clan, but on their military exploits. The higher the seat, the greater the credit, and naturally it has become the focus of the girls' attention.

Dressed girls butterfly-like butterflies weave between seats, serving large bowls of wine to their heroes. The more you sit in the front row, the more bowls are delivered. Unlike the shyness of the Central Plains women, the Xia girls have always looked at people unscrupulously. They were smiling like flowers, and they frequently threw autumn waves to the teenagers in the front row. In contrast, in the center of the camp, few girls went to see the sacrificial heaven and earth and the dance of the heroic souls of the war dead danced with all their strength by the tribal elders wearing masks.

The celebration scene carefully prepared by the people of the sea was very grand. The story of the hero of ancient legends, the White Swan who turned into a boy to save the suffering of the people and impregnate the girl of the Xiao tribe, is told in full by the long song. In the music, the elders wearing various masks, clothes and hair with bells all over them danced and danced, as if they were using their lives to welcome the sacred moment of the revival of the Fei tribe.

Ninety-nine shirtless underage men with swords came forward, they were the future warriors of the tribe. It is also an important object to come to receive the blessings of ancestors and sacrifice heroes. In the midst of the chanting, a young boy with fine skin who looked like he was eight or nine years old bravely raised his knife and took the lead in cutting his thumb.

Ninety-eight scimitars were held high, and they were waved by arms that were not much longer than scimitars and pointed to the blue sky, to the grassland, and then, at the same time, the teenagers cut their thumbs at the same time, and dripped the blood of their fingertips in a wooden basin. The bright red blood, steaming in the sun, was lifted up by the masked elders, put down, lowered, lifted, and after a few more times, enshrined in front of the portraits of their ancestors.

The boys ran down and brought with them nine horses, nineteen sturdy bulls, and ninety-nine white-haired lambs. The trumpets sounded incessantly, and in the murderous aura of the sky, the boys assisted each other, slaughtering horses, bulls, and lambs in batches, offering blood to the heavens, offering pieces of meat to their ancestors, taking out the internal organs and placing them in a wooden basin, holding them in both hands to pay tribute to the soul of the holy wolf who guarded the tribe in the underworld.

Li Xu was a little dizzy from being shocked by the grand and bloody scene, and quietly withdrew his gaze from a distance and landed on the girls who were shuttling and toasting. Suddenly, he saw Eru blushing and surrounded by a group of young girls. And several of the girls pointed and pointed, and their hot eyes swept towards Xu Dayan beside them.

"Brother Xu is in trouble now!" Li Xu hurriedly took his eyes off Eru. According to his understanding of the Xi tradition, Eru, who has a fiancé, has lost the right to choose a tent, and after today's carnival, there must be countless girls from all walks of life looking forward to getting into Xu Dayan's felt tent. And the reason why Eru was surrounded by them must be to inquire about Xu Dayan's residence.

Just as he was about to remind Xu Dayan to avenge the one arrow that he was ridiculed by this person. Someone suddenly bit the earlobe, and at the same time, a faint fragrance came from the nostrils.

"The woman in the Shedding Department is asking where your felt bag is?" The forehead is broad and desiment, like a little wolf, and he said with good-looking tiger teeth, with three points of jealousy and seven points of pride in his words.

Li Xu's face suddenly turned red to the base of his neck, and he saw a girl smiling at him in the distance. Knowing that he and Tao Kuodesi are now will definitely cause countless people to misunderstand, and want to push her away gently, but the girl's body is tighter. The nose twisted slightly, very sweet, and said very gently: "I will let Ganluo guard your felt bag tonight, they can come if they want to, see if Ganluo pounces on them first or you welcome them first!" ”

"Oh my God!" Li Xu spread his hands innocently. The girl's sour appearance looked special, and he suddenly remembered that among the spoils that Su Siccil had given him was a pair of pale red translucent tortoiseshell hairpins, which were worthy of the girl's long white and gold hair.

At this time, he completely forgot the bloody smell of this treasure, and reached out to touch the girl's hair, ready to ask her to go with him to get the hairpin. But when she saw the girl's eyes widen, she asked, "What kind of loot did you get, and did you prepare a gift for me?" ”

is so heartfelt, Li Xu is so ashamed that he doesn't dare to say the gift. After hesitating for a moment, he replied in a low voice: "A lot, it's useless for me to keep it." Later, you can pick it yourself, take whatever you want, you're welcome! ”

"Stupid and detached, won't you send it to me yourself?" The girl pursed her delicate lips and asked angrily.

"Is there a difference?" Li Xu asked blankly, wanting to hold Tao Kuo and explain it, but the girl stepped on him hard, and jumped away like a deer.

"Only women and villains are difficult to raise!" Li Xu found a balance for himself in his stomach. Foot? The pain that came was warm, and it made people's hearts warm, as if they were holding Ganluo in their arms again.

At noon, the celebration reaches its climax. Led by Su Sisi's younger brother Su Si Zhili, more than a hundred warriors armed with sharp blades used cowhide ropes to pull the surviving dozen Xi elders to the center of the tribe.

"Get on your knees!" The warriors kicked and beat violently, knocking the once gorgeously clad elders to the ground, now covered in mud and horse dung.

"What are they going to do?" Li Xu's eyes widened involuntarily and asked in a low voice.

There was a caring pressure on his shoulder, and the drunken Xu Dayan put his right arm on his shoulder, intentionally or unintentionally.

At the sound of the desolate horn, the warriors jumped around the dejected Xi elders and played songs. After a few battle songs, Su Si picked up a scimitar and slowly walked in front of the elders. Those elders immediately shrank up, and everyone's body tried their best to deviate into the distance, lest they be the first to be pulled out of the queue by Su Si.

Su Si looked around and grabbed Wu Yile's collar. The crowd immediately thundered with joy. The warriors of the Zhuqi Alliance are very familiar with Wu Yile, and for more than four months, Su Sixier and Xu Dayan have teamed up to tease this unlucky old man countless times, leaving everyone with enough laughing stock each time.

"Elder Wuyile, are you willing to wash away the sins of your clan with your own blood?" Amid the cheers, Su Sili put the scimitar on Wu Yile's neck and questioned loudly.

"I, I, spare ......," Uyle wanted to beg for mercy, but the dignity of the elders did not allow him to do so. Muttering and hesitating repeatedly, the old man's spirit finally collapsed, crying and pleading: "Spare your life, for the sake of the Immortal Heaven, spare your life, the masters of the Su Si Tribe." I, the Xi elder Wu Yile, who has lived on the banks of the Suotou River for generations, am willing to be a cow and a horse for the rest of my life to repay you for not killing! ”

"Coax!" The surrounding tribes laughed again. Wu Yile's embarrassed appearance made them very happy. Since last fall, Xi Bu, who had come from afar and a large number of people, was like a dark cloud pressing down on the heads of several nearby Xi Bu. Today, the clouds have finally lifted.

"I will not forgive you, only ask if you are willing to atone for the sins of your people with your own blood!" Su Si shook his head and sneered.

There was a faint cry in the distance, and the captured Xi people heard the singing and laughter here, and deduced what the cruel Su Sibu was going to do. This is the rule of the steppe, and every victorious tribe treats the conquered in this way.

Li Xu suddenly had an urge to stand up, kill the prisoner, and torture and kill. This kind of behavior is beyond all the atrocities recorded in the classics he has read, and it is beyond the ability of a Central Plains teenager to bear. What he couldn't tolerate even more was that the flower-like girls were also clapping their hands, as if the death of others could bring them the greatest happiness.

The pressure on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, and Xu Dayan pressed Li Xu hard to prevent him from really jumping up. If he suddenly goes berserk at this time, I'm afraid that all his exploits will not be able to calm the anger of the people.

"This is the grassland, everything is according to the rules of the grassland!" Xu Dayan was in Li Xu's ear, and he tried his best to say in a calm tone. "The number of captives has already exceeded the total population of the Su Si Tribe, and if you don't kill the prestigious elders, you will shed more blood in the future!"