Zhenanzi is the first Turkic talent, not the first Turkic warrior, although the Turks are fierce, but their duels are not necessarily the use of force.

But Xiang Gong was preconceived, and thought that Zhenanzi wanted to rely on his small arm to move with him, how did he know that Zhenanzi's duel was always verbal.

"Zhenanzi is going to duel again, is he addicted to duels?"

"Alas, if I have never lost a duel, I am also addicted."

"Last time, he fought the four elders alone, and he seemed to vomit blood for three, right?"

"Uh, why didn't you vomit blood?"

"I didn't wait to vomit blood, Liu was stunned!"

……

In the midst of many discussions, Xiang Gong finally discovered that the duel of Zhenanzi was compared to ......

Irritating?

"I ...... What I want to fight with you is to talk about the past and the present, to sing poems against you, and to write and discuss...... Barbarians are the ones who do it! ”

Although Zhenanzi has never been defeated, when he speaks at this time, he feels a little lacking in confidence.

There is no way, others accept his covenant and know the content of his duel, so basically they either refuse it directly, or accept it directly, and no one will ever be wrong and understand the duel as a martial arts fight between life and death.

But this time, Xiang Gong, the object of his appointment, was an outsider, and he didn't know anything about his rules or anything, and he couldn't reach a tacit consensus, and Zhenanzi could only explain.

Anything needs to be explained, and it is normal for the person who is making the explanation to always have a feeling of being in a weak position.

As soon as Zhenanzi explained, it was as if he didn't dare to fight with Xiang Gong, and his momentum was naturally weaker.

However, once the explanation is finished, I'm afraid it's the opponent's turn to be depressed, right? Zhenanzi is very confident in this.

However, Zhenanzi never expected that Xiang Gong was an alternative, he had no heart to retreat from difficulties, only the blood to face difficulties, and the stronger the opponent, the more excited he was.

When he heard that Zhennanzi had fought against the four elders alone, and had achieved such a brilliant and angry record, Xiang Gong's blood immediately boiled.

"Okay, whatever you want to fight, you can decide the time and place, don't say that I bullied you in the future!" Xiang Gongyun said lightly.

Actually, he really hasn't studied this poetry and songs, but he has accumulated it, China has been up and down for 5,000 years, how many poems and songs are written and how many articles, and other items dare not guarantee it, at least those that are required to be memorized in textbooks, but most of them are not even born authors now, right?

After agreeing to the fight, Xiang Gong had already begun to recall the poems he had learned in his previous life.

At a good family banquet, Xiang Gong was in a trance, he didn't even eat well, and patronized to review ancient poems.

In Zhenanzi's opinion, Xiang Gong was cowardly, so his eyebrows fluttered more and more, and he was triumphant.

In the eyes of everyone, Xiang Gong was reckless and reckless, just impulsive, and now he is depressed and regretful, which is really pitiful, so he sighs and has all kinds of pity.

In Aqina's opinion, Xiang Gong was like a man during the war, but after the battle, he was dull for a long time, and his eyes were sometimes distressed and sometimes excited, which was like a mystery.

At the end of the feast, the performance on the first day of Nowruz begins, and the first person paints his face white during the performance, which is the so-called Shagadi, which also means pale face.

The performers beat gongs and drums, played suona for a long time, told people that the Nowruz Festival had begun, people ran to tell each other, walked together, came to Nowruz Square, and chose to watch their favorite program performances, the suona stopped, and various performances began immediately.

In the afternoon, the sound of suona resumes, and the audience in different venues will invariably gather at the thrilling Dawaz performance venue to watch the thrilling high-altitude walking performance.

Dawaz performances are performed by families, often from different places, but they all use a single stand, without a separate column to pull the rope.

Today is this family, tomorrow is his family, take turns to perform, under normal circumstances, it lasts for seven days to about ten days, and there are new people every day, so the audience never gets tired of watching it, and the audience is like a tide every day.

The performance on the first day came to an end in the sunset, and Xiang Gong watched it heartily, but he didn't expect that the festivals of the ancients were much more colorful than those of modern people.

When it was time to say goodbye and go home, he found that Akina was a little stunned.

"Can you stay? Will you spend the first day of Nowruz with me? Akina asked faintly, her big pretty eyes were filled with mist.

Xiang Gong was stunned, he smelled a trace of loneliness, think about it, since this day, after Aqina's family banquet, it seems that no one is accompanying her, this princess who looks rude and willful, and has been following a stranger to watch the excitement in Nowruz Square.

Yes, Nowruz's custom, this holiday is to be with the family, but what about Akina's family? They are all thousands of miles away in the Turkic steppe, and no one accompanies her!

Xiang Gong suddenly had a feeling of sympathy, Akina was in space, wandering outside his home, and what about him? Even the whole plane has changed.

"Okay!" Xiang Gong thought and nodded, revealing a comforting smile.

Akina was surprised, she couldn't believe it, she just said it casually, she saw that day Xiang Gong gave the little eagle to the girl, although the little white dragon was wearing men's clothes, and he was dressed as a man, and he was not greased and powdered, but Akina was a girl, and she could feel the threat from the same sex.

Threat? The word comes to mind. Akina herself was stunned, how could it be a threat?

"Thank you!" It is rare for Akina to be quiet, and only in front of Xiang Gong can she experience her involuntary quietness.

Xiang Gong smiled, didn't speak, and then took advantage of Aqina's instructions to prepare the night banquet, pulled Zhu Fengchun aside and said a few words, Zhu Fengchun asked Xiang Gong with a surprised face, and then turned around and left.

The night feast of Nowruz is a kind of food called Nowruz rice, also known as "Putuk rice".

It is made from roughly crushed wheat, corn and other grain crops, white baskets, cranberries, beans that have been accumulated for a winter, and then mixed with freshly spit green alfalfa and a small amount of diced meat or dried apricots.

At the same time, as the head of the family, the person with the highest status, will start another activity inherent in Nowruz - storytelling.

Usually when the father who is the head of the house begins to tell the first story, the industrious mother has put the above things into the pot at the same time, boiled over high heat, and simmered for a long time before finishing.

Ready-made Nowruz rice, you can't guess what's made of it.

When the meal is ready, it is not only for the family, but also for the neighbours and the poorer.

In this way, while eating Nowruz rice, sharing the hopes and blessings of the new year with the neighbors and tribesmen, and listening to the ancient, novel and interesting stories told by everyone, the first day of the new year was spent comfortably and warmly.

Akina is now the highest status person here, and the first story must of course be told by her, the maid by the bonfire is boiling Nowruz rice, Akina's pretty face is reflected red by the bonfire, but her expression is focused and a little sad.

"She was a child who had not yet grown up, but in order for her people not to suffer from the sins of the gods, she left the tribe, her home, and Aya Aniang......

The little girl's story was told so intoxicatingly that no one noticed that a group of people in the distance had slowly approached the bonfire and joined the Nowruz feast on the first day......