Chapter 197: Determination (5)

"The dance has begun."

Yun Lingxiu smiled and pulled Chu Mo over, but instead of walking from the path, he stepped over the layers of grass and walked towards the grass pile.

The grass covered with wildflowers was obviously covered with thin, spiky thorns, and Yun Ling stepped straight up without blinking his eyes. But there was no sharp pain on the soles of the feet, and the scene in front of me changed suddenly. The winding path was gone, and in the blink of an eye, the two were already on a small slope.

It's an illusion again!

Two hills on the opposite side stood opposite each other, and a small stream fell like a silver line, flowing down the ravine between the two slopes. The two earthen slopes are covered with dense stilted buildings, like beehives, ant nests, and fish scales all over the entire hillside in turn.

Covered by green mountains, ancient books towering to the sky, streams and rivers pass through the village, and the hoarse music comes beautifully. A burst of flame erupted from the ramp and then vanished, as if performing some mysterious ritual.

In front of you is the village inhabited by the Jilo tribe.

The two of them stood on the tribal buckwheat terraces, and below the fields were green barley fields, surrounded by logs, and guardrails stood beside the crooked dirt road, stretching all the way to the deep forest not far away.

"It seems..."Yun Lingxiu took Chu Mo's hand and escorted her down the ladder, and then looked at the flickering flames in the village between the slopes, "We entered the village this time just in time for the Jiluo tribe's Caitang opera..."

Seeing that Chu Mo was motionless, Yun Ling Xiu was stunned, and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't worry, you already have the clan spell of the Jiluo tribe on your wrist, and when the Jiluo people see the curse, they will not treat us as an outlier." ”

There was a sound of music in the air, Chu Mo nodded, dispelled his worries, and followed Yun Lingxiu across the grass bridge made of buckwheat rhizomes, and walked up the stone steps.

There is a large flat area on the slope, where men and women in sparse Gilo costumes gather, and a row of musicians holding an unknown cylinder instrument are playing with their eyes closed. The kind of instrument that looks like a reed sheng but not like a reed sheng, Yun Lingxiu calls it a sheng oak, and those dumb tricks are produced by such instruments.

Some Gilots, dressed in short dresses made of animal skins, were holding red and black umbrellas, shaking their waists, slowly swaying and moving forward in a strange rhythmic gesture to the music. In the middle of the crowd stood a dark-skinned man, holding his arms and swallowing flames, and as the flames erupted, the circle of bonfires burning at the edge of the crowd reflected them, rising into the air like fireworks.

The red light of the fire shone on everyone's faces, reflecting everyone's faces red.

A loud cheer erupted all around.

Then, one torch after another was lit one after another. Those torches, which were as thick and large as pillars, stood in front of the doors of every house, dazzling and brilliant.

Chu Mo found that the village was full of red and bright sharp peppers, and there were white cow head skeletons hanging in front of each house, and the door edge was dotted with curved black horns and golden silver ornaments.

A mysterious aura permeated the air, and a group of young men lined up along the ridges and dirt roads with small, thin torches in their hands. As the young men walked and sang, a group of young girls in long skirts poured out of every house, holding bouquets of flowers, and ran in all directions.

As if infected by this atmosphere, Chu Mo had a smile on his face, and took Yun Lingxiu's hand and walked forward. Everyone was immersed in the drama and dance, and when they strolled, no one was different from their clan.

"The Jiluo tribe is afraid of the fire, and only when the Caitang opera and dance are held, can there be such a red and glamorous lively scene." Yun Lingxiu explained, pointed to a stilted building at the top, and said lightly, "The whereabouts of this Netherworld Tiger, I'm afraid I still have to trouble the patriarch!" ”

Chu Mo nodded, and before he could speak, he heard an exclamation erupt from the crowd.

An unkempt old woman blended into the crowd and scared everyone out. The mother-in-law was gray-haired, ragged, and hunched her back, smirking when she saw people, stretching out her fingers mixed with all kinds of dirt, and grabbing at the crowd.

"Ahh This madman is here again! ”

A well-dressed woman dodged the dirty hand slowly and spat out, "You crazy woman, what are you running around all day?" ”

The crazy woman was so scolded, but she looked up stupidly, smiled, and then grabbed the other person, muttering something.

"Go aside!" The man was not as gentle as the woman in front of him, and pushed the old woman to the ground with his backhand, stretching out his leg to kick and beat, "Crazy, it's scary!" ”

Yun Lingxiu noticed that although the seemingly crazy old woman was pushed and muttered in disgust by the crowd, she did not have the slightest unsteady posture.

At this moment, when the strong man was about to kick her, her body bent in an extremely strange amplitude, completely avoiding it.

Yun Lingxiu looked at the old woman and found that she was looking not far away in confusion, then smiled and walked towards the next person, seemingly not caring about the malice and attacks of others.

This evasive action... It all seems to be instinctive.

The people of the Jiluo tribe are all good at illusion and poison, and seeing the reaction of everyone, they seem to be more afraid of this woman who seems to have lost her mind, although they are disgusted to avoid it, or kick and beat, but their faces are full of secrets, as if they dare not use occult arts.

Seemingly... This old woman must have been miraculous...

Seeing that the old woman was still repeatedly stretching out her hand to the next person, the person who was caught was extremely disgusted, jumping and jumping, trying to shake it off, but to no avail. The old woman grabbed the man's arm, as if to confirm something, but for a moment, her head shook from side to side, the hope in her eyes seemed to be dashed, and she muttered to herself, then let go of the man and walked forward.

Her movements seemed to be grabbing, and she seemed to be rummaging. And as long as it's someone she has caught, she will never touch it again.

Could it be that she is looking for someone?

Although he thought so, Yun Lingxiu didn't meddle in his affairs, and seeing that she was not a threat to her personal safety, he pulled Chu Mo and went to the patriarch's residence.

The patriarch of Jiluo received the two with a smile on his face, not only did he personally greet them outside the door, if it weren't for Yun Lingxiu's persuasion, I am afraid that he would have to let the whole clan come to see them, lest he not be able to show his warm welcome. Between the words, it is full of respect and admiration for the ancient people.

Yun Lingxiu seemed to have long been accustomed to this offensive, and he coped with it easily, patted the shoulder of the patriarch who was obviously becoming middle-aged, and expressed the ancient clan's appreciation for the Jiluo tribe with a smile, coaxing the patriarch to laugh and call him a brother, eager to worship on the spot, drink and talk, and not get drunk and not return!

Speaking of which, Yun Lingxiu was just about to express his intentions, when he saw the patriarch smile and raise his eyebrows, he raised his chin meaningfully and pointed to Chu Mo, who was quietly accompanying him behind him, and smiled quite teasingly, "Young Master's wife? ”

(End of chapter)