Since the evening of the previous day, the entire Khoso tribe has been plunged into a hectic atmosphere. All the residents spontaneously stepped out of their rooms at night, with their heads on top of clay pots and bowls containing the family's carefully cooked food.

People gathered from all sides of the tribe in the center of the hut, the eldest of each family was at the forefront, the minor children of the family were in the middle, the women at the end, and the men and adult children of the family walked on either side of the line with weapons in hand, the sharp parts dragging to the ground, spears held upside down, and eyes like knives.

Outside the wooden hut in the center of the tribe, several people were already waiting there, led by an old man dressed neatly, dressed in a magnificent robe symbolizing the status of the patriarch, holding a wooden scepter with a camel's skull inlaid at the top, the center of the camel's skull hollowed out and filled with oil conducive to combustion.

A dozen men and women, dressed in distinct distinct attire from those of the Horsuo, stood in two columns at opposite ends of the open space in front of the hut door.

All the Horsuo people in the tribe gathered in the clearing, looking at the old man holding the scepter with serious eyes, the old man looked up at the sky, it was already late at night, and after a while, the old man's eyes froze, and a new day began.

He took a step forward, took the fire stick handed by the old woman beside him, and lit the scepter inlaid with the camel's skull under the burning gaze of all the clansmen.

The old man shouted loudly, "The ancestral sacrifice begins!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the warriors who had been waiting beside him beat the big drum, and their voices were dull, as if the beast of the wilderness had awakened from the deep pool of history and roared at the moon.

The clansmen held the earthen pots and earthen bowls in both hands trembling and raised them above their heads, kneeling down on both knees and clubbing the ground with their heads, while the warriors with weapons in their hands held their weapons high above their heads and kneeling on one knee.

Clansmen sacrifice food to their ancestors in order to protect their tribal relatives, and warriors sacrifice their lives to their ancestors and are willing to die for the tribe.

These blessing ceremonies have been passed down from ancient times to the present day, just like the sacred fire lit by the old patriarch, passed down from generation to generation.

The dozen or so teenagers from the outside world all stood in place, no one spoke, and they looked at the celebration that had nothing to do with them with the eyes of outsiders, each thinking about it and deeply touched.

Fu Bo said softly, "How can I see the appearance of the guardian among them? ”

"I seem to know the true mission of the Guardians," replied. ”

The three teams looked at each other, and they all saw that there was something completely new in each other's eyes.

Ancestor worship lasted for a long time, and many of the cumbersome rituals that followed were handed down from various eras to the present day, and some of the rituals that were added for unknown reasons at that time still need to be done in earnest today. Maybe there is no record in the classics of the tribe, but what has been passed down must be guarded by future generations.

Then comes the climax of the ancestral ceremony, where everyone sits around the campfire and shares the food prepared by each family, and the extremely cold night is exactly what a group of people need to spend together.

"Wow, I love this dress, it shows off my figure perfectly." Fubo put on traditional clothes with the characteristics of Hosseau, and laughed while admiring his bare strong arms alone.

The kind-hearted Horsuo people are willing to share food with other people, and they are also willing to share food with those who are regarded as friends by themselves, and after these days of contact with these dozen young people, the Horsuo people, who are naturally more sensitive to kindness, have gradually become fond of these energetic children.

But the way they like it is also different, for the Shengyou who defeated Amu, they are in awe from the heart, and the people of Huosuo are even more respectful to the millet who is good at healing, and they are also willing to give back with kindness to Mu Qinghe, who knows how to be polite.

Among them, the most popular are those girls, the Horso people are outgoing by nature, and their ability to bravely express their love makes those self-proclaimed gentlemen in France secretly smack their tongues, whether it is Liu Tingting or He Yumeng, and a white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes who looks like a doll in the second team, they are all greatly sought after by the young people of the Horso tribe, and even the wild black female member of the second team who looks like a jaguar has a lot of suitors.

"When the ancestral sacrifice is completed tomorrow, you guys hurry up and get out, and don't step into the Huosuo tribe again!" The old patriarch of Huosuo drank a glass of wine angrily, and said to the young people sitting around him: "In the past few days that you have been here, those young descendants of my Huosuo tribe have lost their souls, and there are many more little bastards who fight for women than before, and now they all have colors on their faces and still refuse to admit defeat. ”

He turned his head and saw a group of young men looking over not far away, holding their foreheads with their hands, and their faces were lost!

"Brother, cheers." Gu Qi put his arm around his brother Guzhen's shoulder and said to him.

"Young man, this is not how the wine of our Khosuo tribe is drunk, after drinking this wine, they are partners for life, they must trust each other and fight together, and whoever disobeys will be punished by our ancestors, especially on a day like today." The old patriarch looked at Gucci meaningfully.

Gu Qi retracted his hand that was about to clink glasses with Guzhen, but Guzhen touched the cup in his hand on his brother's cup, and then drank it all. The corners of Gucci's mouth tugged at the crisp sound of the sound.

He looked at the gloating old patriarch next to him and asked cautiously, "If he touched me, I won't be punished in the future, right?" ”

The old patriarch ignored him, turned his head to the ancient town and smiled: "Young man, don't drink too quickly, the wine of our Huosuo tribe is strong." ”

"Lie? Got vodka? Guzhen didn't care, and raised his head to drink a cup again.

"You two teams are big animals." Fubo pouted.

"Hei Fubo, what did you say?" The tall, skinny boy from the second team said angrily.

"Dorjee, I've long seen that you're unhappy, compare with me?" Fubo poured a full glass of wine and drank it all, Dorjee was not afraid at all, he also poured a full glass and drank it up.

"Your name is Shengyou?" A woman with a wine glass sat down in a chicken coop with neat short hair that had gradually turned into a mess, and a person shrank in the corner beside Shengyou, who drank by himself.

When Shengyou saw the visitor, he politely raised the wine glass in his hand and touched it with the woman, he lowered his voice and said, "It's not suitable for you to drink too much wine now." ”

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, stunned by a chubby man not far away. The woman solemnly stretched out her hand and patted the back of Shengyou's hand with the back of her hand, which is a unique etiquette for the Horso people to greet, and has the same symbolic symbolism as the Chinese salute and the Western kiss hand.

The woman is none other than Amu of the Khoso tribe, the only woman in the tribal guard, and the most powerful swordsman in the tribe. Last time, Amu was sarcastically used by Shengyou to use the wrong posture, angry she challenged Shengyou, the two of them chose a lose-lose style of play at the beginning, the real knife is not afraid of being injured, a knife when it is forged by a sudden fire has a shape, only after using it to kill the enemy and hurt people, the knife can drink human blood to begin to have a divine will, the more blood you drink, the stronger the knife, this is also a knife with a clear conscience about the knife.

But at the last moment, Shengyou saw the clue from Amu Weilong's abdomen, so he had to withdraw his knife and defend himself, and the two fought to the end, but Amu was still held by Shengyou against his throat with the back of the knife.

Shengyou rubbed the back of the hand that was slightly hurt by Amu, and said: "I apologize as I said before, you didn't use the knife in the wrong posture, I carefully looked at the scimitar you used, it was a knife with a double edge, and the inside of the scimitar also has a sharp blade, if my guess is right, the internal blade is used to cut the throat, so when you swing the scimitar, you should leave some space for you to swing in the opposite direction, I look at your offensive posture with the eyes of a single-edged knife, which is a bit one-sided, so I apologize to you." ”

Amu looked at Shengyou's serious face, and laughed, she leaned closer to Shengyou and whispered: "Little handsome guy, if I had met you ten years ago, I would have tried my best to keep you in the tribe to be my man." ”

After hearing this, Shengyou was choked by the wine in his mouth and coughed, Amu turned his head to look at the fat man not far away, and continued with a smile: "Don't let that guy hear, he has a small heart." After the ancestral sacrifice, I listened to him, quit the tribal guard, and no longer smeared totems on my face with poisonous juice, little handsome man, since I didn't meet you ten years ago, I will be Haji's wife with peace of mind. ”

Shengyou looked at the corners of Amu's smiling mouth, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, he hurriedly looked around, until he saw that familiar figure, his nervous heart suddenly relaxed, he looked at the figure a little distractedly, and after a long time, he also smiled.

By the light of the fire, the old patriarch of Huo Suo looked at this group of young faces, and couldn't help but smile, how similar he was when he was young.

"Hey, little ghosts, do you want to know why I made your headmaster blush?" The old man raised his voice and shouted, drawing their attention to himself, and then he continued: "Your headmaster came to our tribe when he was young, and wanted to steal my black stone, so he poured me wine and tried to get me drunk, but as soon as I was drunk, he lay down first, and told me all his intentions when he was drunk. ”

The old man laughed, and the students present heard the embarrassment of their principal for the first time, and they also laughed loudly after looking at each other, and when they were almost laughing, the old man continued: "Later, the guy was still crying, and his face was red like a monkey's buttocks, and he told me that he was not worthy of being my friend, and I was annoyed, so I threw him into the bronze cauldron at the entrance of the tribe and froze all night. ”

"Tingting, are you going home?" Mu Qinghe shrank at the back of the crowd and whispered close to Liu Tingting.

"I won't go back for the Chinese New Year this time, by the way, you can bring one to my dad, and I'll go back to see him next summer." Liu Tingting said with a smile.

"If you don't go home, where are you going?" Mu Qinghe hurriedly asked again.

"Senior Guzhen invited our team to his house, and his family lives in Mexico." Liu Tingting replied seriously, and then she suddenly lowered her head, gently pulled Mu Qinghe's clothes, and whispered: "The old patriarch has come to us, don't talk." ”

"Alright then, have fun, don't worry about your dad, I'll bring him a letter." As soon as Mu Qinghe finished speaking, a cup flew over from a distance, he subconsciously caught the cup, and an old voice sounded.

"Take your own pot of wine, bring the cup I gave you, and go find a place where no one is to drink, when I speak, I hate other people's interruptions the most!" The old patriarch obviously drank a little too much, and the way he stared at him made Mu Qinghe stick out his tongue, obediently took a pot of wine, and walked away alone.

The old man looked at Mu Qinghe's back, took a sip of wine, and shook his head and smiled.

Beltamen University, Office of the Rector.

The KEF speaker on the counter played a well-known French song, the sound was deafening, and even the two external speakers on the stereo could clearly see the ripples caused by the shock.

Professor Khaki pushed open the soundproofed office door, and the next moment he ran out with his hands over his ears.

"Damn madman!" Professor Khaki patted his ear, which was almost deafening, and opened his mouth to curse angrily.

He stood outside the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and re-entered the principal's office. He finally turned off the switch on the stereo, and when he turned his head, he found some unscrupulous headmaster curled up in a chair holding a wine bottle and smiling at him.

Professor Khaki was furious, he snatched the wine bottle from Xiongqi's hand, but he was so angry that he obviously forgot the principal's usual temper, and the next moment he was thrown out of the room by Xiongqi, who was never reasonable, and the principal looked at Professor Khaki lying outside the door, and he snatched the wine bottle back, laughing while drinking.

Professor Khaki stood up again, turned his head to look at the students gathered around, and sighed softly, this old bastard doesn't save any face for himself.

He found someone to bring a bench, then closed the door to the principal's office again, placed the bench in front of it, and sat against the door with his sore leg in tow.

In the room, Xiongqi curled up in the soft chair again, holding the wine bottle and looking at the photos placed next to the desk, the photos were very old, the frames were also very old, and the people in it were no longer young.

Xiongqi looked at the smiling man at the very edge of the photo, this guy with a wheat complexion and rustic clothes, who was twenty-six years old at that time. Xiongqi held the wine bottle and watched and drank.

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Mu Qinghe was holding the water bag full of wine on his shoulder, the water bag should be made of some kind of animal skin, and there was a faint fishy smell when he smelled it carefully.

He walked to an open meadow outside the tribe and sat down, unplugged the water bag, and carefully poured a glass of wine.

Then he took out a black stone from his pocket, the black stone was half the size of a palm, it was bare, without any patterns, and the surface of the stone was pitted, and it looked like an ordinary stone.

Mu Qinghe couldn't help but think that the old patriarch put this stone in his hand as if he was entrusting his life.

Mu Qinghe hesitated for a while, but still raised his right hand to his chest, closed his eyes, and focused, and soon, a magical scene happened.

I saw that a small circle of white gas suddenly appeared on Mu Qinghe's palm, and the gas gathered from all sides to the middle along the palm of his palm, and then five white balls the size of soybean grains appeared in his hand, and the five small white balls kept rotating in the palm of his hand, Mu Qinghe hurriedly held the palm, and then looked around like a thief who had stolen the treasure, until he was sure that no half figure appeared in the field of vision, he carefully spread his right hand again, and watched the five small white balls inside rotate unquickly and slowly.

At first, when Mu Qinghe had just finished comprehending the spiritual energy, the old patriarch and the old woman named Nasha were very happy, especially the old patriarch, who happily patted the old woman on the shoulder, and of course, in the end, he was inevitably punched and kicked by the old woman.

But as Mu Qinghe used this spiritual energy several times, the two old men slowly became skeptical again.

Because these five little white balls did not cause anything strange to happen except for their special colors, and later the old patriarch made a suggestion, that is, that the old woman use spiritual energy to attack Mu Qinghe with all her strength, because the spiritual energy comprehended by the old woman can be regarded as a branch of Mu Qinghe's spiritual energy, according to the old patriarch's reasoning, since the spiritual energy of the old woman Nasha is to nullify the use of other spiritual energy, then Mu Qinghe's spiritual energy should be a higher level, and it must be immune to Nasha's spiritual energy attack. But after the attack launched by the convinced old woman with all her spiritual power smashed Mu Qinghe unconscious, the old patriarch was completely petrified.

In the end, the two old men looked at each other and came to the conclusion that it might be up to luck to bring out the true effect of the psionic energy in the future, that is, for now, this psionic energy is of little use.

Mu Qinghe waved his hand gently, and the five white balls dissipated in the wind, Mu Qinghe took a sip of wine with satisfaction, what if it can't be used for attack and defense, from now on, he is also a person with superpowers! Holding his breath and condensing five small white balls of gas, who else has this ability?

But he remembered the words of the old patriarch at the ancestral sacrifice just now, and his heart was occupied by boredom in a blink of an eye, about you like her, she likes his vulgar love triangle of confused accounts, no one has really carried it for hundreds of thousands of years, but if they are really together, Mu Qinghe drank all the wine in the cup, looked up at the sky blankly, would he bless her?

Mu Qinghe sits on the earthen bag, the green grass on both sides of the open land, and a little farther away is the endless desert, nature is really magical, this small oasis has guarded the inheritance of the Huosuo people for generations.

Mu Qinghe let the wine bottle fall crookedly on the grass, he trotted to the river and washed his face with water, the cool river water made people refreshed, the gurgling water reflected the full moon in the sky, and the unobstructed sky full of stars witnessed the emergence and prosperity of the oasis under his feet, the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became.

Mu Qinghe raised his head and drank a glass of wine made by the Huosuo people themselves, and squinted his eyes and lay on the ground in a large shape.

"There are so many stars, I have to count them for the rest of my life." Mu Qinghe filled a glass of wine as if he was resentful, "Mom, I don't count the stars, I'll go to the UK to find you after I finish this mission!" ”

"Okay?" Then a smile erupted on his face, revealing an innocent expression that had not appeared on his face for a long time.