On a firewood stand, tung oil was poured and ignited. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe flames are blazing, and the flames are blazing. The largest bonfire at the banquet was none other than this.

There was only one person at the bonfire, and there was only one person in a short fight, with hemp rope wrapped around his forehead, dancing around the battlement. However, he just danced with his hands, singing hoarse and even more ugly things in his mouth, and he didn't dance with a knife.

Zhang Fang watched it with great interest, Nong Han's actions and chanting, for any Han official to be afraid of frowning, but it reminded Zhang Fang of the strange rituals that Muay Thai fighters must do when they compete in the ring in the future, Nong Han must be the same.

Although Nonghan's mantra dance is monotonous, from time to time there are people who splash pots of fire oil on the bonfire, and the flames splash, the tongues of fire erupt, and even splash on Nonghan's clothes and hair, causing a shocking cry. And Nonghan, who was close at hand, did not avoid it at all, and the spell dance was as usual.

This scene is also quite a spectacle.

Adding fuel to the fire, the fire is certainly strong, and the firewood burns faster. In less than half an hour, the fire dimmed, the firewood became charcoal, and at this time, the good show began.

Nong Han stopped dancing, retreated to the side, rested, and rehydrated.

The group of people who had added fuel to the fire came again, this time not carrying oil basins in their hands, but carrying wooden sticks. With the swing of the sticks, the campfire collapsed, sparks flew everywhere, and dust flew into the air.

The Yi people used wooden sticks to flatten the piled coals one by one and spread them into a square area of four or five zhang.

When Zhang Fang saw this, he immediately understood what Nong Han wanted to do, and blurted out: "Step on the fire pit?!" So play this, tsk......"

Feiyan beside him subconsciously asked: "What is 'stepping on the fire pit'?" ”

Zhang Fangxu pointed: "He wants to dance the knife on it barefoot." ”

Feiyan exclaimed, hurriedly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it.

Han Chong couldn't help but say, "Childe, won't you?" I can't bear it with my shoes and I'm barefoot...... This...... How is this possible? ”

"What the prince said is true, it is indeed a sea of fire dancing knife." Zhuo Bihai, who had been in the house for a short time, confirmed Zhang Fang's statement, "Moreover, it is barefoot." ”

When Zhang Fang traveled in the southwest in later generations, he also saw Shaomin perform the programs of "Going to the Knife Mountain" and "Stepping on the Fire Pond", and knew that these were all decisive, and the most important thing was courage. To put it bluntly, even if you tell you the trick, you may not have the courage to try.

I can't imagine that the history of stepping on the fire pond is so early, and some people in the Han Dynasty dare to play. How can this Nonghan dance his knife on the red-hot coals? Unless the soles of this guy's feet are all calloused...... Zhang Fang only noticed at this time that Nong Han had been barefoot since he appeared.

The coals were laid, Nong Han had finished resting, and took the two knives handed by his attendants. The tail rings of the two shanks have been fastened with long thin iron chains. Holding the knife in his hand, Nong Han wrapped the thin chain around his arms, shortened it completely, dipped the double knife into the oil drum, took it out, and the knife flashed and swept over the torch. With a bang, the two blades erupted with long tongues of fire.

Fire Dancing Fire Knife!

I have to say that the knife dance has not even begun, it is already an eye-opener.

"Nonghan, present the dance of the fire knife to the envoy!"

Nong Han shouted, danced the fire knife, and threw himself into the sea of fire with a few beautiful somersaults in a row.

When he fell in the sky and stepped on the charcoal fire barefoot, countless sparks splashed in all directions, and thousands of onlookers cheered like thunder.

From the moment Nong Han fell, his feet were like springs, flying and leaping, without stopping. Sometimes the windmill spins, sometimes the swallow skillfully turns the clouds, sometimes the giant python dances with a knife, and sometimes the fire dragon swims. Dancing to a sharp place, the double knife rotates into a circle of fire wheels, people spin in the wheel, and the fire knives swim away, thrilling.

The cheers of onlookers rose higher and higher, and the percussion of the bamboo row soundtrack shook people's eardrums, and the whole square was boiling.

Han Zhong inhaled when he saw it, his thick eyebrows jumped suddenly, Feiyan covered his mouth, and his face was discolored, but Zhuo Bihai ignored it. The hundreds of doormen who served as the guards of the inner perimeter were also shocked one by one, and they were completely shocked.

Weng pointed to the evil and smiled at each other, this is the effect they wanted, taking the opportunity of the banquet to show a rare fire knife dance to deter the Han envoys and the Han army.

Now it seems that the effect is good, the Han army was indeed deterred, as for the Han envoys...... Weng pointed his gaze to Zhang Fang's face, and suddenly the boss was not good-looking - the handsome face comparable to a woman was actually leisurely, except for a trace of appreciation, there was no shock at all.

That's not going to work!

Weng Zhi's face sank and he made a gesture. The servant next to him immediately pursed his lips and whistled.

The whistle sounded in his ears, and Nonghan, who was flying and whirling on the field, changed his movements again, and he began to release the chain in his hand. As the knife chain grew longer and longer, the sharp blade "Huohuo" wrapped in the fire ball was windy, and the red and bright edge almost enveloped the entire fire pit.

I don't know if it's to make the Han envoy see more clearly or for some other reason, the distribution of the charcoal is very close to the chairman where Zhang Fang is. Nong Han was fine when he danced with a knife in both hands, no matter how close he was, he didn't dare to get too close, otherwise he would be killed on the spot by the Han envoy on the spot for bad intentions. In the past, the Han envoy may have some scruples, but the Marquis of Fuping in front of him is young and frivolous, killing his brother first and then pouring wine, Nong Han believes that the other party can do this decisive thing.

And now, with the continuous extension of the knife chain, the range of the fire knife whirling dance is getting wider and wider, and the distance from Zhang Fang is getting closer and closer......

Zhang Fang's seat is evenly lined with Weng Zhi and Wu Xie, and the sword light is close to him, and it is also close to Yelang King and Yelang. The two faced the approaching fire knife, one with excitement on his face and longing in his eyes; One was expressionless and ignored.

The situation could not be more obvious, these two wanted to use their own calm and composure to contrast the frightened gaffe of the Han envoy.

Seeing the red light wrapped in the fire getting closer and closer, I could even feel the scorching heat rushing to my face. Han Chong couldn't help it anymore, Zheng! The knife was halfway out of its sheath, and it was about to make a move.

Zhang Fang waved his hand, signaling Han Zhong to be a little calm. Han Zhong has always trusted Gongzi unconditionally, and when he saw that Gongzi was as calm as constant, he withdrew his knife and retreated.

Han Chonggang retreated, and Zhao Shuhai couldn't hold back the front of the incident and whispered: "Junhou, the barbarians are trying to give us a horse, we can't let the Yi people lead the way." Please order the dance to be stopped. ”

Zhang Fang kept his eyes on the dancing fire knife, and said in his mouth: "Why, Zhao Zhishi thinks that this dancing knife is disrespectful?" ”

Zhao Shuhai hurriedly said: "I don't dare to ...... if I borrow a few of them."

"That's not the end of it."

"The body of a prince and a prince is golden, why bother to ...... danger"

"It's late, the fire knife is coming."

There is no need to be reminded, Zhao Shuhai has also heard the whirring wind and felt the scorching heatwave.

As soon as Zhao Shuhai raised his head, a flash of fire swept by, so close that he almost didn't burn his eyebrows. Zhao Shuhai snorted lowly, instinctively took half a step back, but without spinning his heels, he took a step forward and overtook Zhang Fang. In other words, if Nong Han's fire knife wanted to be unfavorable to Zhang Fang, it would hurt him first.

Zhao Shuhai's duty is to protect the safety of the envoys, and if the envoys are damaged, it is his dereliction of duty, and he will be severely punished when he returns to Chang'an. So, he can be wounded, even dead, but the envoy must not be injured.

"After all, this is a public place, and the Yelang people will not be so stupid and do anything stupid." Zhang Fang pressed Zhao Shuhai's arm and said with a smile, "Zhao Zhishi is still side by side with me, let's enjoy the strange dance together." ”

As he spoke, a shadow of fire swept three inches past Zhang Fang's crown, illuminating a cold handsome face.

Feiyan exclaimed, Han Chong, Biao Jie, and Zhao Shuhai all drew their blades.