Mu turned his head and looked at the familiar face, a little puzzled, "What are you doing sitting with our group of guests as Na Yan?" Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You don't know this," Almaty was very satisfied with Mu's puzzled eyes, and couldn't help but explain as a teacher, "On the occasion of sacrifice, we Kujits only talk about seniority, not status. ”

Mu raised his head slightly, looked around, and sure enough, they were all young people of the same age as him, and there were even some runny children sitting quietly behind him, but their eyes were floating around, obviously not a peaceful guy.

Just when Mu was about to say something more, he suddenly heard a burst of drums and cheers. He looked up and saw an old man in a fur coat with a crown of a sheep's skull, swinging his legs and waving a stick decorated with feathers, jumping in front of the totem, chanting notes that no one could understand, while dancing in front of everyone.

Mu watched the healthy old man jumping around, and felt that it was not as good as Sadsay's dance. So he stabbed Almaty and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing now, watching that old man dance?"

"Shhhh Hearing this, Almaty immediately covered the merchant's mouth, "That's not a great god, this is a dance of prayer! Look, the dancers are beggars, and all those who see this dance can be blessed by the ancestors!"

Mu pulled Almaty's hand away and grimaced, but he was silent and continued to watch the old man dance boredly. Finally, the old man finished jumping, bent his waist, and walked slowly. Then, several sturdy men carried the roasted whole cow in front of the totem, and then, a bright girl dressed in gorgeous clothes carried a fruit basket and placed the rare fresh fruits next to the cow one by one, which was the sacrifice of the Kugit people.

Next, the various tribes began to pay tribute. As the names of the tribes were announced, the strong men carried the roasted cattle and sheep and respectfully placed them around the tributes offered by the camp. Mu listened to the names in the newspaper and the cattle and sheep sent, and knew it in his heart. The tribes here are all conscious, the first to send is the tribute of the Saiga Khan, then the sacrifice of a dry humerus and important ministers such as Aguel and Almaty's father, and then some small tribes, which are basically arranged spontaneously according to the strength of the tribe. And the richness of the tribute is also according to the strength of the family, for example, the Almaty family is a double face, then their family will offer a double tribute.

Mu poked Almaty again, "What if I'm not satisfied with the order of the offerings?"

"Hold on, I'll go find a venue after the winter festival. Almaty explained in a whisper, "If you dare to mention your order on this occasion, it will be tantamount to a provocation to the entire khanate." ”

The merchant nodded, this is the order that the ruler wants to maintain, and those who violate the order will either be superior in strength or the enemy of the whole people, and the king will not allow a thorn to live on his land. After all the wealthy families offered tribute, the big beggar of the jumping god came up again, but the stick in his hand didn't know where to throw it, but took out a bright silver knife. He sang and danced again in front of a pile of tributes, and then suddenly with a swing of his knife, a patch of blood splattered on the tribute. Then, with a wave of the silver knife, he dug out the best piece of meat from each cow and sheep, piled them together in front of everyone, and then picked a few large and plump fruits, and placed them on top of the meat, and then jumped in front of the meat pile, bowed twice, poured expensive imported olive oil, took the torch, lit it, and greeted the aroma of the roasted meat, and the great beggar began to dance around the fire again.

"This is a sacrifice to our ancestors and an expression of the sincerity of our descendants. Almaty hurriedly explained before Mu could speak, but when he saw Mu's movements, he knew that he had explained in vain, because the merchant was staring at the fragrant fire, swallowing his saliva, and today's breakfast had not yet been settled.

What happened next made Mu stunned, only to see that while the old man was dancing, several more clansmen from the camp ran out, and one of them was holding a knife, and they dismembered a cow in minutes. Then the woman who followed quickly picked the dismembered meat for a while, and then divided it into smaller pieces. The pieces of meat that still looked very large were placed on small wooden plates, and a fresh fruit was served to the old man sitting at the front. The old man was not polite, he directly picked up the barbecue, the juice he ate was dripping, and he felt fat, so he gnawed two mouthfuls of fresh fruit to relieve his greasyness.

"This... Is this okay?" Mu stared at his plate, shocked and didn't know where to start, and Agna beside him also frowned. Mu twisted the bone with two fingers and lifted the meat, although the appearance was burnt and fragrant, but there was still blood inside, dripping drip down the bone onto the plate. What happened next made Mu stunned, only to see that while the old man was dancing, several more clansmen from the camp ran out, and one of them was holding a knife, and they dismembered a cow in minutes. Then the woman who followed quickly picked the dismembered meat for a while, and then divided it into smaller pieces. The pieces of meat that still looked very large were placed on small wooden plates, and a fresh fruit was served to the old man sitting at the front. The old man was not polite, he directly picked up the barbecue, the juice he ate was dripping, and he felt fat, so he gnawed two mouthfuls of fresh fruit to relieve his greasyness.

"This... Is this okay?" Mu stared at his plate, shocked and didn't know where to start, and Agna beside him also frowned. Mu twisted the bone with two fingers and lifted the meat, although the appearance was burnt and fragrant, but there was still blood inside, dripping drip down the bone onto the plate.

Mu sorted out his thoughts and asked first, "This... Isn't it disrespectful to eat tribute? ”

"What's that," Almaty didn't care, and picked up his own piece of meat, "Our ancestors cared more about the hearts of our descendants, and when they were poor, even if there was only one piece of cheese, the ancestors would give their blessings." The ancestors are great and benevolent, and the spirit of sharing and mutual assistance and the protection of the ancestors are the reason why we Kugit people have been able to stagger until now, and the sharing of tributes is a continuation of this spirit and a way to receive the blessings of our ancestors. Then he held up the piece of meat and said, "Eat it, don't worry." ”

"This... Mu looked at the medium-rare beef in his hand and hesitated, "Can't you bake it and cook it more?"

"Cooked? As he spoke, Almaty took a big bite, and then smacked his lips in enjoyment, "Tender, fat, chewy, it's delicious!"

Mu looked at the beef in her hand, and then looked at the female knight, and she put the meat back and forth in her mouth many times, but she didn't have the determination to take a bite.

At this time, Almaty said again, "Alas, the best parts are given to the old guys in front, and it's a pity that there are too many meat tendons." Then, he glanced at Mu again and asked suspiciously, "Mu, why don't you eat it?" This is the blessing of the ancestors, and it can't be wasted. Didn't you complain about the lack of breakfast, but this meat is the best meal. ”

Mu nodded, then swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, and took a bite. At first, it was not bad, it was a burst of burnt aroma peculiar to barbecue, but then, the nightmare came. Although the smell of beef is not as strong as that of mutton, in Kujitte, which is famous for its spices, there is not even a single trace of barbecue meat, which, according to Almaty, spoils the deliciousness of the meat and is disrespectful to the ancestors. So, the half-lifelike smell of blood and a slightly viscous liquid passed through his mouth like this, making the merchant nauseous. Mu didn't want to continue, he just wanted to forcibly swallow the piece of meat, but the bite just now was too big to swallow, so he had to bite again, and then the fishy smell splashed, so Mu was suffocated for a while, and what was even more terrifying was that the three-dimensional beef didn't know whether it was the toughness of the meat or the concern of the beef tendon, and the bite had not been broken, so Mu could only bite down again...

When Mu finished eating this piece of meat, he felt that the scene in front of him had turned black and white, not to mention filling his stomach for breakfast, and even last night's wine and food almost vomited. Aigna didn't react, but with every bite, her face turned white, and from time to time she covered her mouth with her hand to hide the discomfort. It's the same barbecue, how can there be such a big difference!

Mu covered his mouth and lowered his head, resisting the desire to vomit, and quickly picked up the fruit and took a bite. Soon, his face was wrinkled again, and I, this beautiful looking fruit was as sour as a lemon!

Just when the merchant was busy hiding his discomfort, he was suddenly slapped by Almaty beside him.

"Hey, cheer up, hurry up, the big thing is coming!"

Mu Qiang held back his nausea and replied, "What's the highlight?"

"The Revelation of the Patriarchs. ”

"What?"

Almaty pointed to the Liuying people in front of him and stopped talking.

When the merchant looked up, he saw the beggars, each with a spherical incense burner in their hand, coming out of the largest tent with one hand and a torch in the other, and then evenly distributed throughout the crowd.

"What are they doing here?" Mu asked suspiciously.

"Just wait. Almaty seemed quite excited.

Mu raised his head again, looked at the clergy, and saw that they opened the incense burner, twisted a dried medicine leaf, burned it on the torch, and then threw it back to the incense burner. Soon, white smoke billowed from the censer. The clergyman nodded, and then closed the lid of the incense burner, but the white smoke still rolled out of the hollow on the lid of the stove, and then slowly spread, and a faint smell of medicine filled the entire hall.

Mu sniffed, it didn't seem to be anything special, it was just an ordinary smoker. He was about to ask, but he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and his heart was immediately shocked, and he was about to ask Almaty next to him, but he saw that his eyes were also scattered, and he smiled and didn't know what he saw.

Aigna subconsciously lifted her cloak to cover her mouth and nose, so the situation was slightly better, but she just watched the people around her fall into a state of dissipation, and she herself didn't hold on for long, she only felt that her vision was a flower, and the scenery in front of her had completely changed.

The dense human heads in front of her have long disappeared, but have become dense helmets, and the originally empty sky is also full of flags, swords and guns, and she, as if she has returned to the days of mutual conquest with Nord, stood on the high cliff, and examined her own military formation. She couldn't help but be stunned, the sacred and solemn festival turned into a battlefield of slaughter in an instant, and the pious crowd turned into a strict military formation, boundless, with no edge in sight. The blood-red banners, blood-red battle robes, and blood-red shield coats and arms were closely connected, and due to the constraints of military discipline in Svadia, no one in such a huge battle formation spoke, just stood there quietly, as if the red sand had been swept by the flames of war.

Agna was a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly looked in Mu's direction, only to find that the merchant and herself were sitting on a tall heavy warhorse, he was dressed in sleeveless plate armor characteristic of Swadia, holding the heavy helmet in his arms, and the mustache on his face was constantly twitching with the strong wind of the battlefield. As if sensing his gaze, he also owe exaggeratedly on his horse, as if a knight was saluting the princess.

Behind Mu, he was also a knight, but obviously more solemn than the merchant, his whole body armor and helmet wrapped him tightly, and when he saw Agna's gaze on him, he didn't say much, just nodded slightly. Although she couldn't see her face, she didn't know why, but Agna knew that the knight was Craggs.

Inexplicably, a sense of pride welled up in her heart, and she pulled out her sword from her waist, and the heraldic coat of arms shimmered in the faint sunlight. The moment her sword pointed diagonally at the sky, a low horn sounded behind her, and then another, another, and then a continuous sound of horns. The lower formations erupted in a resolute cry, and the whole army began to charge forward, like a red tide rushing towards the unknown enemy.

At this moment, the scenery froze again, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was back in the sacrificial ground.

"Just ... Aigna stroked her forehead, "What's going on?"

"That's the revelation of the Ancestors, Miss Agna. Almaty said proudly, "How, isn't it amazing?"

And Mu quietly leaned next to her and whispered, "A hallucinogenic herb, tsk, it's really a good thing." ”

"Hey, Mu," Almaty pulled the merchant over again, "what do you see?"

"Dinar," Mu smiled slightly, "a palace full of Dinar, the kind that can swim." ”

"Tsk, what a miser. ”

"What do you see?"

Hearing this, Almaty was slightly stunned, his cheeks flushed, and he stopped speaking in shame.

Mu saw this guy's expression, and an intriguing expression appeared on his face. The Kugit people always have a tight schedule, which makes Mu not very accustomed to it. For example, this time, I had just swallowed a piece of half-cooked barbecue in the morning and had not yet enjoyed a delicious lunch to comfort my stomach, so I hurried back to Rana in the afternoon, and the preparations for the wedding began. As the guest of honor of both the bride and groom, even if he was reluctant, the merchant had no choice but to go over and help.

But as soon as I saw the process of the wedding, the businessman was numb.

"I... What kind of mess is this!" Mu looked at the long process sheet that dragged to the ground, and couldn't help but be a little crazy, "Forget about gifts and the like, burning incense and praying are also in the past, what's going on with this knife fight, should there really be such an item in the wedding process, or are you sure this is a wedding and not some kind of celebration?"

"It's the arrangement of the Great Beggar, brother. Almaty also had a bitter face and patted the merchant on the shoulder comfortingly. Although the process is complicated, this guy Mu only has to participate in a few of them, and the groom is with him throughout the process.

"Let's not talk about anything else," Mu poked the process sheet, and said, "What is this knife fight, I have never heard of such a wedding, isn't it a hand-holding, a toast, and a meal to finish?"

"That's a long story," Almaty shook his head helplessly, but explained anyway, "When I heard that the venue of the winter festival was chosen in Lana, Agur and my father Khan went to meet Dabeg, hoping that he would stay a little longer and officiate at the wedding ceremony for me and Tuan." ”

However, Dabeg said that the wedding was a happy event, and if it was integrated into the festival, it would definitely bring more blessings to our tribe, so the two of them agreed. Almaty shrugged, a gesture of irrefutable evidence that he had been badly taken by Mu as a child, but now it had become a habit.

"An old man in middle two fooled two normal old men into committing two together," Mu pouted, "I kind of understand." ”

"Shhhhhh

Mu was disdainful, but continued to ask, "Then this knife fight was conceived by these three old men patting their heads." ”

"No," Almaty scratched his head, "isn't there a repertoire for every winter festival?"

"You say, Legol Khan?"

"That's right, that's it. ”

The Great Khan of Legor was one of the most glorious heroes in the hearts of the whole Kugit, and indeed of the entire Great Tribe, and was even more revered than Gundin Harebrix was to the Nords, and had even been mythologized. Just like some tribes who also believe in their ancestors, they do not worship the totem of the tribe, but the statue of Legol Khan. This heroic Great Khan has long since become the symbol of the ancestors in the hearts of the Kujits.