The big man Bayi hurriedly said to Kampot: "Brother Kampot, we can't get drunk, we have to go on the road tomorrow, how can we hurry when we are drunk?"

Yang Jin Ram also persuaded: "Yes, this toast must be drunk, we can drink the toast after we finish it, we can't drink more, don't forget what we came for, don't drink and make mistakes." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Kampot was a little upset, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I have my own sense of proportion." ”

At that moment, Yayi toasted several foreign guests from Lausanne, and sure enough, he came to Kampot again to drink. As a tribute, Yayi poured himself three horns of wine, and did it first as a tribute. Then he took Gompot and Lausanne with him, and drank two more horns each.

At this time, the sacrifice officially begins, the bonfire is burning in the night, the flames are very high, dozens of Lhoba youths dance around the bonfire, this link is called Ba Ke Ke in the Lhoba people.

The Lhoba people come from deep mountains and dense forests, and their ancestors have lived a life of slash-and-burn farming, fishing and hunting wild animals since ancient times, so knives have an extraordinary meaning for them. And the dancing knife has become an indispensable part of the sacrifice.

The dancing knife pays attention to overwhelming the opponent with momentum, rather than actually slashing the opponent with a knife. No matter who wins or loses, the continuation of such activities is the best explanation for the immortal souls of one's ancestors.

Of course, you can also test your skills against the young people among them. Heizi only let him see this scene the next day, and he couldn't bear it, and he had long wanted to learn knife skills with these young Lhoba people who were dancing knives, but he was embarrassed to put it forward, so he instigated Kampot and said: "Gongbu, you said that your skills will be compared with these Lhoba youths, what will be the result?"

Kampot drank a little too much, his brain was hot for a while, and he said, "You should be able to win within thirty moves." ”

It is true that before he started his jewelry business, Kampot had been studying boxing, sanda and kubai from several masters. Kubai means "wrestling" in Tibetan and is used to describe the person who is very good at wrestling. And he is good at knives and guns. Later, in order to make a living, he embarked on the road of fighting underground black boxing. Kampot is naturally strong and strong, so he rarely meets opponents on the road of black boxing.

Kuroko and the big man Bayi also met during the black boxing session, and both of them had been defeated at the hands of Kampot. Later, Kampot felt that this road was not a long-term road, so he used the money won from the black boxing to make a living in Lhasa by reselling tourist souvenirs. He was a bold man, a nimble mind, and his business grew bigger and bigger. From the initial reselling of tourist souvenirs, it has become a jeweler with assets of tens of millions today.

Yayi, who was drinking together, suddenly became interested when he heard this, and said, "I didn't see that Brother Kampot still has such ability, why don't you try it with them?"

Kampot is also not welcome, so it should follow. Lausanne hurriedly pulled Kampot and said, "What are you doing here, don't cause trouble." ”

Kampot smiled and said, "It's just a practice, I haven't used it for a long time." ”

Bayi and Yangjin Ram also said that they should not be presumptuous, they do not know much about the folklore here, and it will not be fun if they get into trouble. Kampot was on top of alcohol, and with the encouragement of the sunspots, he couldn't listen to everyone's advice at all, so he had to test his knife skills with the young people of the Lhoba tribe.

Like many ethnic groups on the plateau, the Lhoba people have a bold temperament and are very enthusiastic about activities such as knife dance competitions. Under the arrangement of Yayi and Daji, Kampot soon started a competition with a sturdy young man of the Lhoba tribe.

Yayi handed Kampot a traditional Lhoba long knife, and Kampot took it, looked at it, and asked, "Can I use my own knife?" ”

Yayi said: "Of course, but don't hurt the opponent during the competition, just shoot down the opponent's knife or force it down." ”

"I know this, I can grasp it, you can rest assured to watch my performance. Kampot said as he pulled out the Gurkha scimitar from his waist and began a fierce contest.

It is estimated that the Lhoba people live in the deep mountains and dense forests all year round, and they have never seen the Gurkha scimitar, and their understanding of the Gurkha scimitar is almost blank. The young man who was competing with Kampot saw that Kampot's knife was a cut shorter than himself, and he made the mistake of underestimating the enemy from the beginning.

The young man's long knife swept away, and the autumn wind swept towards Kampot's neck like a fallen leaf. He struck extremely quickly, and his long knife mixed with the sound of the wind approached Kampot. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely either jump backwards or roll on the spot to avoid the knife. But in this way, the momentum is obviously inferior, and it is no different from losing.

But he faced Kampot and the extremely sharp Gurkha scimitar. I saw Kampot standing there, not moving, as if he hadn't seen the fatal knife, and looked coldly into the eyes of this young man. Ya Yi had a worried expression on her face, she knew best that if this knife could not be avoided, it would not be as simple as defeat, and it was likely that Kampot would have to take his life here.

At this time, only a crisp sound was heard, and everyone looked again, and the long knife in the young man's hand had been broken in two, the tip of the knife fell to the ground, and the handle was still in his hand. The young man looked at Kampot with an incredulous expression, just like many Lhoba people here who did not know the truth, and they all looked at Kampot and the short knife in Kampot with incredulous eyes.

It turned out that at the moment when the young man swept the Kampot with a fatal knife with all his might, Kampot used the Gurkha scimitar in his hand to face the young man's long knife head-on......

The young man dropped the half-sword in his hand, bowed to Kampot with both hands, and said, "What a good knife, I am defeated." ”

All the people in the village gave Kampot approving glances and smiles.

But Lausanne and the others knew in their hearts that it was okay for Kampot to defeat this young man, but no one thought that Kampot would defeat this young man of the Lhoba tribe with one move, perhaps because the Gurkha scimitar was too sharp.

But Lausanne felt that what was more important was Kampot's calmness when he was about to fight. If it was someone else, even if the Gurkha scimitar was so sharp, he would not dare to risk taking the fatal knife that this young man used all his strength to take it head-on. He will definitely leap backwards, and in this way, he will lose the upper hand, and even if he can win this competition with the sharpness of the Gurkha scimitar, it will be at least thirty moves later.

Yayi's performance of Kampot can be said to be extremely admired, and he immediately picked up a horn wine, and once again saluted Gongpot, Kampot was not polite, took the horn, and poured a full of horn wine into his stomach.

After the end of the knife dance, the sacrificial link entered a new climax, that is, the most mysterious divination of the Lhoba shaman.

Lausanne had seen a lot of divination before, but never seen such divination as the Lhoba.