Chapter Twenty-Five: Rise

"Donggao is looking forward to the twilight, and he wants to rely on it.

The trees are all spring, and the mountains are only sunset.

The shepherds drove the calves back, and the hunting horses brought back the fowls.

There is no acquaintance with each other, and the long song is full of flowers. ”

A quiet and peaceful scene, Ling Xingchen was a little touched, and Wang Ji's poem floated casually, as if the breeze was a little cooler.

However, the biggest difference between him and his poet is that he is very sober and knows where he is going, even if he does not know where to go!

Ling Xingchen looked at the houses in Crescent Crescent Village, the smoke rising and swaying in the wind, like a beautiful woman fiddling with her skirt, waiting to return.

couldn't help but evoke Ling Xingchen's memories.

"Qingqing Zijin, peony in my heart. I am willing to be with you, choose a city to grow old, and live a lifetime. ”

"But for the sake of the king, I have been moaning to this day. I would like to accompany you to the ends of the earth. ”

"Look at every sunrise, greet every night, and compose a poem for every star. ”

“......”

The grass was bearing its seeds, the wind was shaking its leaves, and she was leaning on his arms, beautiful as a picture.

The remnant sun is like blood, Shaohua is at a curtain, and the red face is easy to age.

Although the poetry is beautiful, I only have you in my heart!

The fire fox went to the Lan family, and Ling Xingchen, led by the sable, came to a flat meadow next to the village. Some people had already arrived, a few were packing up at two round stone tables with a radius of about two meters, and a few big men were picking up the pile of firewood in the center.

When everyone saw Ling Xingchen, they hurriedly put down the work in their hands, nervously and cordially saluted Ling Xingchen with their fists, and called him "Master Ling".

And he had already retracted his thoughts, smiling, neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor arrogant, holding up their fist salutes, and crying out in a hurry.

And under the introduction of the fire fox, they hugged their fists one by one and returned the salute, and let them call themselves stars. Then use the contemporary earth campfire stacking method to help them pick up the pyre.

Soon almost everyone in the village arrived, and two huge stone tables were piled with delicacies.

They were all dressed in animal skins, rough, wild, mighty, and domineering. With a simple and kind smile, they all saluted respectfully and called him "Master Ling".

It's better to be famous than to meet!

Ling Xingchen was not arrogant at all, he was generous and decent in his gestures, and he was not restrained at all.

The image of elegance and sunshine, approachable, and humble attitude have entered the hearts of everyone, and there is no shortage of women who are eye-catching.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xingchen was not only approachable, without the arrogance and arrogance of a gentleman, but also built a bonfire, which refreshed their perception of the young master of the big family, and suddenly doubled their favorability.

Under the leadership of Snow Eagle, Ling Xingchen saw the Lan family sisters again and found that the beauty of the two was almost identical, and they were not inferior to Snow Eagle. However, the skin is the most burning, and the face seems to be a little less bloody, as if the blood is insufficient.

He secretly marveled in his heart, the two younger brothers were mediocre in appearance, and their eyes were quite high.

Although Ling Xingchen doesn't judge people by their appearance, how can he think that the cheap little brother toad wants to eat swan meat.

Sister Lan Que is a single dimple, very active, around Ling Xingchen to ask this and that, chirping and chattering, sister double dimples, quiet, smiled and said hello, for the sister to Ling Xingchen with eyes to chat and apologize.

My sister behaves like my sister, and my sister behaves like my sister!

Ling Xingchen saw that the Lan family sisters saw him, and in addition to the momentary amazement, there was only respect left in his beautiful eyes. Based on his experience of being teased on Earth for many years, these two boys have a 50% play.

He was rated as a beauty killer, but he was very confident in his appearance.

As far as the eye can see, men, women and children are all dressed in genuine high-grade fur, the texture is not known how many times better than that on the earth, and the feet are all kinds of leather boots, which are alligator leather and cowhide.

If you are on earth, this costume is definitely a local tyrant.

The corners of Ling Xingchen's mouth twitched: When did fur become so cheap?

After everyone arrived, the children kept shouting around Master Ling Xingchen, and Jin Hu and a few teenagers, as well as the little children, stood in the front row.

The moon rises in the east mountain, and the night is a little more beautiful. With the arrival of the village chief, the team was silent.

The bonfire has been lit, the flame is a dancing elf, dancing smartly, and the air is also infected by its enthusiasm, twisting the waist and dancing the spring night melody together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!" The village chief has white hair, strong spirits, and his beard moves with the wind, with a bit of an immortal appearance. His eyes were shining, his face was wrinkled, and his voice was loud and darting into the night sky.

"Hello village chief—" The voices of the people echoed over and over again in the valley, startling the birds.

"Our ancestors have migrated here for more than 10,000 years, and we don't know how many flash floods, animal attacks, and how many people have died in the mouths of animals. Since the goddess came into the world 5,000 years ago and expelled the beasts and demons from all directions, we have lived a stable life!

However, the descendants are not good, they have not inherited the bravery of their ancestors, one generation is not as good as the next, and it is difficult to count the people who died in the mouth of the beast, and even a martial art has not been handed down, and the only martial arts are incomplete and messy.

Let's just say that it is close, Xue Ying's parents Xue Tianlong and Ye Huashang, my son Kong Huyue and daughter-in-law Lan Fengming, Lan Que's sister father Lan Huang and his uncle Lan Xuan, etc. They used blood and tears to warn us that in this world, strength is everything. They protect us with their blood, corpses and bones, and are our role models and pride. ”

The words of the village chief brought them back to those gray memories. Everyone clenched their fists, and their eyes were full of mist.

"But today, I see hope, the hope of the rise of our Crescent Village.

God bless my village, our ancestors have spirits in the sky, and our Crescent Village finally has a martial arts, a whole three martial arts!" The village chief's face was full of red light, and he saw that Ling Xingchen's eyes were full of gratitude! He excitedly clenched his right hand into the sky and waved it into the sky, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly: "Crescent Village, you must rise!"

"Rise, Rise, Rise......"

The words of the village chief gradually brought the feelings of loss to a climax, everyone raised their right fists and shouted, the echo pierced the silence, Ling Xingchen was also infected, and couldn't help shouting.

The village chief raised his right hand, everyone stopped shouting, and he continued: "All this is related to a young man, he is the martial arts genius Ling Xingchen! I announce that from now on, Ling Xingchen is the martial arts master of our Crescent Village! Let him teach everyone to practice martial arts, please Master Ling come up!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

When the village chief's words fell, thunderous applause and shouts resounded in the valley again! Ling Xingchen also stepped forward in this enthusiasm, hugged his fists at the village chief, and bowed down to salute with a sword: "The village chief's grandfather raises love, and the kid is ashamed!"

"Master Ling deserves it, there is no need to be polite! In the future, their cultivation will be entrusted to Master Ling. The purpose of tonight's bonfire party must be clear to everyone, one is to welcome Master Ling's arrival, but to celebrate that the Crescent Moon Village has a martial art and has begun to rise from now on!" The village chief lowered his posture, was very satisfied with Ling Xingchen's performance, and took Ling Xingchen's fist salute.

The village chief said to everyone: "I will put my words here, I don't care about the rest, in terms of martial arts, everything is subject to Master Ling's arrangement, whoever wants to disobey the rules, the village rules are served, and the family law is served!"

"Papapapa......" applause rang out.

"Thanks to the love and trust of the village chief's grandfather, I agreed to become the martial arts master of the village, thank you for your enthusiasm and support, just call me Xingchen.

In addition, I am especially grateful to some brothers such as Golden Wolf, Silver Wolf, Fire Fox, Sable, Leopard and Sister Snow Eagle, without you, there would be no Ling Xingchen.

Please rest assured, although I am not talented and know a little bit of martial arts, I will definitely teach you. I look forward to the strong rise of Crescent Village, and at the same time, I believe that under the leadership of the village chief and grandfather, with the joint efforts of all of you, it will definitely be able to rise!"

Ling Xingchen saluted the village chief and everyone respectively, his gratitude was overflowing, and his handsome and dashing face was full of solemnity, not to mention impassioned rhetoric, but it pushed his emotions to a climax again.

"Rise, Rise, Rise......"

Then the village chief arranged for the Lan Que and Lan Yan sisters to start tailoring for Master Ling tomorrow. Dark night, Jin Qiu, make a set of furniture for Ling Xingchen tomorrow, and hold an apprenticeship ceremony in Warriors Square tomorrow morning.

"Now I declare that the bonfire carnival has officially begun! ”

When the village chief's words fell, everyone cheered, and they went to the stone table to pick up the cut meat, picked up the rough wine glass, and sat on the ground in several concentric circles around the bonfire.

Ling Xingchen was pulled to the side of the young girls by the Golden Tiger.

"Knock, knock, knock. Three drums sounded, and everyone clapped their hands, and sang a ballad to the accompaniment of the flute:

We are the darlings of heaven

We are the masters of the earth

The gods protect us

A warrior born of the mountains

The man is as strong as a mountain, and he returns from hunting

Women are as beautiful as water, and they are skillful in cooking and sewing

Generations have lived on the land that their ancestors watered with their blood and sweat

Keep in mind the teachings of our ancestors, inherit the hard work and courage of our ancestors, and defend our homeland

May God bless, the gods manifest their spirits, and may our ancestors have spirits in heaven, so that we can have enough food and clothing......

The lyrics are simple and pious, and the singing is melodious, melodious and drifting on a moonlit night.

Of course, Ling Xingchen didn't know how to sing, clapping the rhythm with his hands, looking at their simple and kind like a mountain, without deceit, without intrigue, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

After singing, eating meat, drinking wine in a big bowl, and toasting, there is quite the pride of the children of the rivers and lakes and the heroes of Liangshan.

With the sound of loud drums and the sound of low bamboo flutes in the night, a group of men and women of different ages, holding various weapons, began to dance around the bonfire and danced warrior dances.

Rough, wild, and domineering dances, the dances show the heroic sacrifices of their ancestors in hunting and defending their homeland, and the heroic and fearless deeds of their younger generations.

This will be a popular stage play on the earth, and it will even be included in the intangible cultural heritage.

Everyone enjoyed the dance while cooking the meat with wine.

Ling Xingchen, both men and women, raised their glasses to him and did it all. The wine is brewed from the spirit fruit, and the meat is from the beast demon, all of which contain rich energy, and Ling Xingchen quickly everyone is the same, his face is flushed.

No one noticed that Snow Eagle took a few pills in wine.

A heroic epic written with blood and tears, and a tragic struggle against fate, as if Ling Xingchen traveled back to the ancient earth, the same experience as his ancestors.

He was deeply touched, and his thoughts rose little by little, hanging above the moon. The light of the flame danced on Ling Xingchen's handsome and dashing face with angular features.

Snow Eagle was blind in his eyes, and his heart unconsciously flowed through the blue stream, and the sadness of the afternoon dance of the stars and moon came to his mind, and the tip of his nose was sour for a while, and he was a little distressed, as if the softest place in his heart had been stabbed.

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