On the seventh day of the seventh month, before the sun came out, the various tribes had gathered in the large flat grassland in the upper reaches of the Lingshui River. Surrounded this river of spiritual water.

There were expressions of excitement on their faces, the men were heroic, and the women were dazzling.

The only people who can remember the geniuses who are in exile are the people of the Ryoma Division.

In the center of the crowd, there is a high platform about one foot high, a radius of fifty steps, four rattan chairs, and a cowhide giant drum in the center. There are some cattle and sheep sacrifices on the square platform.

Each of the five tribes sat neatly on the ground in its place. On the side of the stage was a stack of wooden plates on a one-foot-high ashline.

The hounds of each family lay anxiously beside their masters, sitting up and down from time to time, and barking at the mountains in the distance.

No more than 1,000 people attended the congress, that is to say, a tribe was close to 200 people, about 50 households. Under the curse, the powerful ability to reproduce has been limited to this for thousands of years.

As in previous years, each tribe sat with their backs in the direction of their tribe and formed a large circle to sign to each other. The tribes are dressed in different colors, making it easy to find and distinguish them. Acquaintances and children also waved and laughed at each other. The costumes of each ethnic group are the same color as the chief's clothing, and the neckline and cuffs are surrounded by white cashmere characteristic of the grassland. Five tribes, five surnames.

The Jiao Snake Tribe in the east, the Lingque Tribe in the south, the Blue Wolf Tribe in the west, the White Deer Tribe in the north, and the Longma Tribe in the northeast.

Hour and moment. The leader of the White Deer Tribe, Mi Shuangjiao, walked up to the high platform.

With his hands stretched out, the noisy grassland slowly fell silent. When everyone was ready, the two-horned antler stick slammed and kicked up a circle of dust, and the audience was silent for a moment, and the restless hounds were also fixedly watching.

"Boom!" the leader of the deer clan beat the cowhide drum. The sound is deep and vast, and it is heard far away in the autumn grasslands.

Looking around and looking up at the sky, Mi Shuangjiao opened his arms to the sky and said loudly: "Heaven, give me the glory of the sun and the moon!"

"God, give me the sun and the moon!" everyone shouted in unison.

Mi Shuangjiao showed a little smile: "Earth, give me food and clothing!"

"Earth, give me food and clothing!" the people roared neatly, and the earth shook slightly.

The uniform lineup and roar were like a well-trained army, and people's eyes were full of solemn and reverent light.

A sincere return to nature, and a warm greeting to this grassland that gives birth to itself. This is also the inheritance of a party's culture and the imprint of a party's spirit, which has been like this from generation to generation, and has never changed for many years from ancient times to the present.

"Thank heaven and earth!"

"Thank you to all living beings!"

The leader of the deer clan put his knees on the ground, slowly knelt down, and bowed to the sacrifice.

"Thank heaven and earth!"

"Thank you to all living beings!"

People fell to their knees like chiefs and worshipped with reverence.

"The all-powerful god of the grassland, the tribal totem that guards the generations of my people, please bless my herdsmen with health and longevity, keep my livestock thriving, so that we will no longer be attacked by fierce beasts. Mi Shuangjiao got up and bowed again.

"Bless my herdsmen, protect my livestock, and drive out the beasts!" the crowd bowed to the leader.

The chief led the people to pray and worship. The sacrifice is full of raw flavors and mystical atmospheres.

Soon the sacrifice was completed, and the sacrificial cattle and sheep were carried to the Lingshui River and floated along the river into the distance.

Plants and trees have spirituality, and gods are everywhere.

The cowhide drum was raised, and the leaders of the tribes also walked to the high platform and sat down on rattan chairs.

Mi Shuangjiao waved his hand: "Warriors, the first item of the hunting conference, the horse race begins!"

"Boom!" a crisp horse-head fiddle sounded.

"Lingzhi, you go and inform them. Zhan Qingyu said: "I can't leave Ao Bao. ”

While seeing the danger, Zhan Qingyu also heard the sound of the cowhide drum. The hunting convention had begun, and it was getting dark.

A trace of darkness landed on the entire grassland land, and in the darkness, a vicious wind burst out.

Zhan Qingyu suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to get out of the restrictions of Ao Bao, he wanted to stop the war.

But Tai Ji Tu reversed his thoughts in time, and took a long breath Zhan Qingyu said silently: "I am a cat now, but I want to be a tiger." One day I became a tiger and I can't forget that I used to be a cat. ”

As the saying goes, the mentality should be high, and the posture should be low. Don't despise others, don't overestimate yourself.

The mood was incredibly raised to a new level in an instant.

The chirping of the horse-head fiddle is like a horn sounding in the grassland, and the exciting moment has finally arrived.

It's the best instrument to cheer on the riders, and it's the most intoxicating music on the prairie.

The sound of the horse-head fiddle is slightly rough, but it has a strong penetrating and shocking effect. If you close your eyes, you can hear the faint murmur of insects, and you can also hear the galloping heroism of thousands of horses.

The riders of the various clans quickly stood up and ran to their mounts. In less than half an hour, they were all ready, standing on the starting line and waiting to sprint forward.

Each rider blushed, and they raised their cane whips, and the horses under their seats snorted back and forth, ready to run. In the past hundred years, these knights and horses of the steppe have resisted fierce beasts several times, and even a few times the warriors chased the beasts into the mountains late at night.

The stability of the steppe is closely linked to them, so the first event of the hunting event is to show the heroic posture and pride of the riders. Each tribe selected ten people to participate in the race, ran from the starting line to a boulder at the foot of Zuwolf Mountain, left a token to return to the starting line, and took the disc standing on the edge of the starting line before slowing down and dismounting.

Seeing that the riders were ready, Mi Shuangjiao held the stick in one hand and pointed at the foot of the mountain, and roared: "Kill!" Suddenly, the neighing and roaring of the war horse shook the sky.

Amid the encouragement of their relatives, the riders prostrated on their horses, and the war horses galloped forward like a fragmented arrow with a neighing roar. In the blink of an eye, the blades of grass were flying, the dust was cloudy, and there was no trace.

The riders in charge of delivering the message also set off, running in twos and twos to the boulder at the foot of the ancestral wolf mountain.

In the blink of an eye, a rider galloped towards the high platform, circling around the high platform and shouting: "Mo Jian of the Blue Wolf Department is ahead of three horses, and Zhan Qingxian of the Dragon Horse Department is close behind, two horses ahead of the third place."

After shouting, he galloped away.

"It's so powerful, it makes people's blood boil. Zhan Qingyu stretched his neck to look at the galloping knight, he could have ridden a war horse and galloped today: "I want to stop him, I want to tell him that the war has come." ”

"Hey, stop!" Zhan Qingyu shouted to the knights passing by Ao Bao, "Stop!"

The rider runs by in the wind without stopping. An exiled child is definitely not a good child, and it is not worth wasting the good time of the day.

The shouts of the tribes shook the sky, and there was laughter and scolding.

Soon the smoke and dust rose again in the distance, and another rider rushed to shout: "Longma Zhan Qingxian is half a horse body ahead, and the Jiao Snake Clan Huacheng is close behind, leading Mo Jian by a horse body" Around the Taiwan and galloped away.

When the rider passed by Ao Bao, Zhan Qingyu shouted loudly again, but still couldn't let the rider stop for a moment.

When the third messenger passed by, Zhan Qingyu attacked his horse with a stone, and the horse was frightened and threw the knight off his horse.

Zhan Qingyu told him: "The southern tribe appeared in the morning. ”

The rider was shocked.

Gradually, everyone stopped talking, and one by one craned their necks to look in the direction of the foot of the mountain.

Half an hour later, someone suddenly shouted, "What's the matter?

"yes, it should have been the third time in previous years!"

"How is it possible, there is more than one person who reported the news. ”

"Something is wrong. The leader of the deer clan, Mi Shuangjiao, was a little pensive, and the other leaders were also a little puzzled.

"It shouldn't have been overrun, right?" Mo Juya was also a little frowning with a mace in his hand.

"No, it's this route, how can you overrun every year. Several other leaders hurriedly said.

Several leaders were discussing, when suddenly a messenger in the distance clamped his horse's belly between his legs, much faster than the previous two times.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Someone began to shout: "This time, Qingxian of the Ryoma Department is definitely not the first." ”

"Kong Duyun must have surpassed him. ”

Zhan Qingyu stared at the hunting meeting tightly, Kong Lingzhi had not yet arrived, and he was very anxious.

But a messenger cavalryman rushed to the crowd at the speed of a violent wind, shouting: "Come, hurry, at the foot of the mountain, a large group of men"

Zhan Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Caught up!"

"Huhu Patriarch" reported that the cavalry rushed to the front of the high platform, jumped off the war horse and fell to the ground, and said breathlessly: "The brigade of men and horses"

"Robbers!" the crowd fell silent at once, and when they heard these two words, they knew that war was coming.

Years of war have made them develop the habit of being in danger.

The hounds barked wildly, and many of the hounds stood up, and were caught by their owners to settle down a little.

"Everyone listen to my orders!" the leader of the deer clan, Mi Shuangjiao Dantian, roared in a deep breath.

Mi Shuangjiao glanced at the crowd: "All the warriors have entered the battle state, and no one else has to stand back, stand back!"

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