When the fire used to process pork was lit up with a bright flame, the Li people let out a burst of cheers. The scent soon came out of the fire www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion, which made the captives even hungrier and the people more excited. There were no bursts of singing and shouting of excitement in the darkness. These songs come and go, very much like the great songs of the Dong people excavated and sorted out in the time and space when they came, often sung by one person, and many people emitted decorative harmonic accompaniment, but only slightly rough, obviously not modified by modern music.

Sun Zhuang came over and said to Liu Man: "I think they also like to eat pork." You see the fragrance came together, and they all started singing. ”

Liu Yao smiled bitterly and said to them: "Although I am a complete materialist, I am still a little glad that they may prefer to eat pork and not eat our meat." ”

Liu Man shook his head and did not speak. The topic was still too heavy for the captives. Liu Yao also stopped talking, hugged his daughter's shoulder, and hummed softly: "You ask me how much I love you......"

Gradually, the captives around him joined in, humming the song over and over again. The singing attracted the Li people, and from time to time someone leaned over to listen for a while.

During the song, Liu Yao whispered to his daughter: "When you go back this time, you must arrest the matter of music." We must have our own songs, which should be beautiful, deep, suitable for solo singing and chorus. Let this song inspire us at all times. ”

Liu Man also forgot the suffering in front of him, and discussed with bright eyes: "Is there anything good in the national anthems of various countries?" Shall we copy one? ”

Liu Yao touched his head and said, "It seems that the French national anthem is very good." The French are very literary. But I still want to have my own cut, how about jasmine? ”

"It's too soft for a soldier to sing." Liu Man didn't think about it, and directly denied it.

"That's right. Then I have one more candidate. Liu Yao cleared his throat and said to the captives around him, "Come, listen to me sing a new song to you." ”

"A big river, wide waves, the wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides. My home is here, I live on the shore, and I am used to hearing the captain's horn and seeing the white sails on the ship. ”

The captives quickly learned the melody and, after explaining the lyrics, were able to sing it quickly. The eight people didn't control their voices, nor did they deliberately amplify them, they just sang so naturally, until they were surrounded by Li people, and they didn't stop.

Jiao Huang didn't hear the song, he hid in the darkness, and there was a huge shadow between him and the captives, and he could vaguely see that it was a building with a blade of grass roof, much larger than an ordinary thatched hut. Beyond the shadows, there are two bright fires and busy Li people. Jiao Huang knew that there was a large piece of pork buried under one of the fires, and he kept wondering if there was a chance to poison it. He always carried some self-defense equipment with him, including arsenic in a small porcelain bottle. Jiao Huang didn't have a chance to do this at all, he just couldn't control himself from thinking, he really wanted to do something too much, he couldn't watch those eight people go to death. His left hand reached into his bosom and clutched the smooth porcelain vase. This is its only hope. Although he held a sharp knife in his right hand, he knew that even if he was emaciated, he would not have a chance to kill a few people even if he attacked by sneak attack. Suddenly, he touched something hard, a fire fold. Looking at the grass-covered roof not far away, Jiao Huang had a new idea. He slowly retreated, hiding deeper into the darkness.

In the dark rainforest, Jiao Huang relied entirely on his sense of touch to begin his plan. He was busy efficiently in the dark, his fingers touching his eyes, and when he touched anything useful, he put it aside in sorties, and he had accumulated a large pile of dried moss for ignition, and he had collected more dried blades of grass, and then followed his sense of smell to find a pine plant, and to get enough oil-rich branches. He piled up the moss and placed some spare grass and pine branches next to it, which would be his ignition place, and all the torches would be lit from this fire. After setting up the fire, he touched the volume of the fire, and after thinking about it, he divided all the materials into two places and set up two ignition places. Next, he tied a small handful of pine branches tightly together, and then tied a circle of loose dried grass on the outside.

Jiao Huang was busy efficiently, no longer worrying or feeling hungry in the process, only poking his head out occasionally to check. The Li people began to gather; The Li people danced around the fire; There were Li people sitting on the high seats; The fire was opened to take out the pork; Another Li man came, and a few more people sat on the high seats; Someone else danced around the fire...... Jiao Huang fumbled through the finished torches, a total of 23, and he was very satisfied with them. He knew he couldn't kill, and he knew he could throw a dozen or so flaming torches at most; He knew he couldn't do more, but he was satisfied that he could do it. He snapped off the branches around him and began to build something like a hat on top of the ignition to block the initial fire.

"Do you want to make two? There's a fire over there. Jiao Huang was thinking like this, when he heard a burst of cheers from the Li people by the fire, and vaguely saw a group of people hugging a person walking towards the high seat, everyone kneeling and kowtowing, and cheers came out of their mouths.

Jiao Huang leaned out and saw a pale-haired Li man sitting on the highest position, apparently their chief. At his feet sat Mengga, who had captured them. After the cheers calmed down, the hero stood up, raised Liu Yao's saber with both hands, and knelt down, offering it to his chief. The chief took it and looked at it, put it aside, and raised his hand to say something. Meng Ga obviously hesitated, but still reached out to stop the chief, and waved his hand to let his warriors come over. The warrior handed his waist knife from afar, and Meng Ga handed it to the chieftain, and explained a few words.

The chief looked at the waist knife in his hand at the fire, and then picked up Liu Yao's knife and looked at it. At this time, the warrior brought other things, which were standard war knives and coconut shell bowls distributed by the guards, as well as the bamboo tube filled with salt. Liu Yao could clearly see that the chief was carefully inspecting the patterns carved by his daughter on the bamboo tube, and was also pointing to the people around him. Meng Ga, who was under one person, was obviously very dissatisfied with the chief's concern, but it was difficult to express it, and sat down angrily.

The chief didn't seem to see anything, and raised his hand to speak. The crowd cheered as they brought out the cooked pork, cut it into small pieces on fresh plantain leaves, and passed it from the chief to the chief. The wine bowls were also smoothly carried to everyone by the little female Li Ren who was galloping. The dinner officially began. Liu Manba clicked his mouth and said, "Alas, even in this case, I think the pork will be very, very tasty." Everyone smiled wryly, and they all felt even hungrier.

The chief took a bite of the meat and gave the rest to Menga at his feet. The crowd cheered. The chief took a sip of the bowl and gave it to the warrior, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Liu Yao said to his daughter: "It doesn't seem interesting to be this chief, I can't eat enough wine and meat." Sun Zhuang also said on the side: "It's still the captain of the guard who is strong, and there are two pieces of meat." Mei Jiaju, I have no problem with you eating meat on the stove in the future. The captives laughed.

When the chief had finished delivering the wine and meat, he got up and went to the fire, and took up a thin man who had been sitting by the fire, neither working nor eating, and walked towards the captive. The warrior saw this, and hurriedly followed him with his waist knife with a gap. Meng Ga, who was immersed in eating, also followed after seeing it.

The chief came to the captives, walked around, and then stopped in front of Liu Yao and said a few words to the black and thin man beside him. The man said to Liu Yao: "Ours, the mountain." Ancestor's. Come in and die. "It turned out that he was a translator, although not very competent.

Liu Yao stood up, bowed deeply, and then said to the chief, "I'm very sorry. We weren't careful. Went the wrong way. The translator understood these sentences and knew that Liu Yao was deliberately saying simple sentences, and seemed to have a strong impression of Liu Yao. The chief listened to the interpreter and nodded. Liu Yao continued: "We have good things. And many more. We can bring it. The translator translated it again.

The chief stood up and spoke aloud. The translator struggled to change the language: "Our mountain, the mountain of our ancestors, things are very good, a lot. You die, we ...... There is status. Liu Yao roughly understood what this meant. Hainan, Taiwan and Southeast Asia's Li people, Li people, Gaoshan people, etc., have always had the habit of headhunting. A man can only be considered a true adult if he has hunted his head. According to the few materials obtained by later generations, headhunters are even related to their primitive beliefs. There have been some shipwrecked crew members who drifted to these ethnic minority areas, and they were unfortunately headhunted.

Liu Yao bowed again and explained again: "We're sorry. We're on the wrong track. We can bring a lot of good things, and your warriors can be stronger and more statused. "The translator is used to Liu Yao's language, and this time the translation went smoothly. Liu Yao pointed to the waist knife in the warrior's hand, and then pointed to the guard standard saber pinned to his waist, which originally belonged to Mei Jiaju, stretched out his hands and made a gesture of cutting each other, and said: "Good things, for warriors, more powerful and more status." ”

There is no need for translation, everyone understands the meaning. When the chief heard this, he dropped a word and turned to leave. The crowd let out a burst of cheers, making the translator's dutiful translation intermittent: "Ancestor...... "Dead ......" probably means that the mountain of the ancestors entered or died. Liu Yao grabbed the translator and said to him, "Wait a minute! And the good stuff! The interpreter hesitated, walked a few quick steps around the chief, and whispered a few words. The chief walked back and looked at Liu Yao without speaking.

Liu Yao pulled up his daughter who was sitting, walked to the warrior, took Mei Jiaju's waist knife, put it on the ground beside his daughter, drew a one-meter square circle with his feet, and gestured the same height as his daughter with his hand, and said, "Knife, good knife, so many." Someone else. He stared at the translator.

The interpreter didn't understand a little, and gestured to the volume of a person's size and said, "Knife, bring it." Liu Yao nodded. The interpreter said, "People, go." One. Liu Yao nodded again. He believes that in the vast majority of cases, things can be solved with money. This man's pile of knives as tall must have been able to impress these primitive people. The interpreter figured things out and explained it to the chief.

When the chief heard this, he raised his head and laughed, and his mouth full of rotten teeth was very conspicuous. Then he reached out and picked up the waist knife on the ground, pulled it out and looked at the blade carefully, and scraped it with his thumb. He looked up and said to Liu Yao. The translator translated it in time next to him: "Good knife." Liu Yao hurriedly nodded and said, "Good knife." The chief nodded, and suddenly stabbed at Liu Yao.

Everyone let out an exclamation, except for Meng Ga, who still stood aside with his lips pursed. Liu Yao felt a tingling pain in his stomach, and he couldn't breathe all of a sudden. He waved his hand to open the chief's arm, and stretched out his hands back and forth, stopping the chief who was about to assassinate him, and also stopping Mei Jiaju and Sun Zhuang and others around him. The chief had ignored Liu Yao's stop and wanted to assassinate him again, but he was surprised to find that his first attack was completely useless, so he stopped. Liu Yao tried to stand up as straight as possible, pulled his daughter over, and said calmly to the chief, "Woman, marry you." Liu Man looked at his father with wide eyes, tears welling up in his eyes. Liu Yao didn't look at his daughter, and said to the translator: "Woman, marry you." We are on the wrong track. We die, woman, marry. The translator whispered Liu Yao's words and retreated to the side.

The chief looked at Liu Man, swept the knife in his hand again, and waved his hand to chop. Liu Yao raised his arm to block. There was a sharp pain in his arm, which made him almost unsteady. Liu Yao tried to stabilize his mind, reached out and grabbed the chief's arm, trying to snatch the saber. The skinny old man had strength that was disproportionate to his figure, and fortunately Liu Yao was as interested in martial arts as any boy when he was a teenager, and knew that pressing the back of his hand against his arm would force one to let go of what he was holding. Relying entirely on the advantage of his figure, Liu Yao grabbed the chief with his arm, making it difficult for him to exert his strength, and then grabbed the saber with both hands, and heard Zhao Fei's exclamation from behind him: "Sir, be careful!" Liu Yao didn't have time to look, so he stabbed backhand in the direction of the sound, slashing a Li man who rushed over to save the driver. A burst of blood splattered, and the Li people fell to the ground screaming. Zhao Fei took advantage of the situation to pick up the waist knife of this Li man, and also grabbed the chief. Liu Yao raised his blood-stained waist knife and shouted, "We don't want to kill. We have good stuff. We take a lot. Li Ren was shocked by the miracle in front of him and couldn't react for a while. They saw with their own eyes that the chief stabbed and slashed Liu Yao twice with a knife, but they did not see a single trace of blood, and Liu Yao slashed a person with one knife.

Liu Yao has been thinking about influencing the Li people in a way similar to miracles. You can't kill yourself with two knives, this is the biggest available theme at present. He returned to his normal appearance as soon as possible, grabbed the translator, and shouted loudly: "Me! Immortals! Can't be killed! The interpreter shouted out the same words. The miracles and the words of the interpreter silenced the Li people. Seeing what the chief was about to say, Liu Yao shouted first: "The mountain of the ancestors, the death of those who come in." Good! Dead one! "Anything in this world can be agreed upon through compromise and concession. If one does not die, Li people will not be able to pass the test here.