In the past, most of the villagers had a lot of wooden expressions, and even if they could say some nonsense in a row, they still looked like they were reading from the book, just like ...... Robot.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the housekeeper in Zhumen and the shopkeeper in the wine shop, but if something happens somewhere, he can always touch his nose inexplicably.

Ning An exhaled, now you know what it means to come to heaven and earth to borrow strength, and the heroes are not free.

I don't believe it, it's so hard to ask?

Ning An looked at a ruffian and stared at it from afar, his eyes were obscure.

The thug had just raised his fist and wanted to make a cake with the shopkeeper on credit, when before he could say anything, thin footsteps sounded behind him.

Before he could turn around, Ning An kicked him in the ass, and the little thug screamed miserably, and immediately fell into the mud.

"Hero, hero! There's something to say! ”

The little thug didn't care about anything else, knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, attracting the attention of the surrounding villagers.

The boss who sold the cooking cakes looked embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to mix the gangsters, but suddenly felt a little out of place, so he quickly withdrew his hand, looked at the gangsters, and glanced sideways at Ning An, and stopped talking.

Originally, a piece of cake could be used to get rid of the splash skin, but now it's good, making such a big noise, how can he still do business?

Ning An saw it in his eyes, and was a little surprised in his heart.

How do you feel that these villagers are no different from normal people? There are almost no wooden faces in sight, the little gangsters with tears in their voices, the boss with careful thoughts, and the crowd around them who are interesting to watch the excitement, all kinds of humane gestures, so that Ning An can't figure his head.

Not a few hours ago.

If there is humanity, it means that the negotiation is good, which is a good thing.

Ning An didn't care about the reason, with a wave of his big hand, a crisp slap hit the gangster's face, he smiled evilly, grabbed the gangster's shoulder with one hand, and lifted the sheathed broadsword with the other, condescendingly, on the gangster's neck.

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, I see that you have hands and feet, and you even rely on grabbing a cooking cake, so you can't afford to live, then I will make it convenient today and take your dog's life!"

"Hero's life!" The gangsters are liver and gall bladder.

"Childe's men are merciful!" The boss couldn't stand it either.

"Scared!" The crowd of spectators dispersed.

How the little gangsters cried about their elderly mother at home, and how Boss Ren belittled the cake and said good things for the little gangsters, Ning An was always unmoved, and the scene was frozen for a while.

In the commotion, I don't know who spit out a word.

"Ming'er has to worship the Dragon King, even if the little gangster is damned, he has some yang energy, can he stay for two days first?"

Ning An secretly cooperated, put down the broadsword, looked at the little gangster who was paralyzed on the ground, arched his fist towards the north to show respect, and said angrily: "You shouldn't thank me, you should thank the Dragon King, if it weren't for Ming'er's great joy, I won't spare you today!" ”

Ning An took advantage of the situation to come to the shed, found an open seat, sat down with the golden sword, and said loudly, "I have always respected the Dragon King, but a few years ago, the army was in chaos, and I couldn't rest assured that my uncle in the county town would leave the village. After a few years of absence, he returned to his hometown, worried about whether the festival had changed the rules and collided with the old man of the Dragon King. ”

The implication is obvious, I hope that someone will "review" the rules of tomorrow's sacrifice for me.

Ning An didn't look at anyone.

The boss sighed and stepped forward tremblingly.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, he had accepted the love of the young man in front of him just now, if he pretended to be stupid and left him aside, I am afraid that he would put an ungrateful hat on his back, and the giant blade would run from the gangster's neck to his neck.

The boss pondered for a moment and slowly spoke: "Childe has a heart, since Childe has been traveling for a long time, then I can't make a long story short, so I will talk about the sacrifice in detail." ”

"Unlike other festivals, the festival is not organized by the official family, but is carried out on a rotational basis from house to house. The festival is roughly divided into four steps, the first is the opening prayer, the prayer has been the same over the years, but at the end of the year, month, and day, there is a little difference, which is used to praise the merits of the dragon king. Then a feast was held, mainly by the water in the river, and the food expenses were borne by the family themselves at first, but later found that the expenses were too large, so the chief took the lead in collecting donations and used the money he had raised to buy it. Next is the main event - 'Nafang', where the host wears red robes, wears red flowers, beats gongs and drums, and offers sacrifices. The sacrifices are also exquisite, and the villagers will also compare the high and low, commonly known as "fighting ruthlessly", if the dragon king is happy, ensure that next year's wind and rain will be smooth, and the millet will be harvested! ”

The boss took a breath, carefully observed Ning An's face, and said, "In the end, the master's family kowtows three times, Xie Long Wang En, even if it's over." ”

"Actually, the prince just eats and drinks, the dragon king has not appeared for many years, as long as he doesn't say something offensive, he won't get into trouble."

Ning An touched his chin, a little confused.

This sacrificial process sounds quite normal, in ancient times, pigs and sheep were slaughtered, and the heavens and ancestors were sacrificed, weren't they all very different?

What exactly does this "illusion" mean? I bit myself and didn't let go, but I didn't encounter any danger when I came in.

Or is the dragon king a real puppet, waiting for the end of the sacrifice, jumping out to choose people and devouring them?

At this time, it is not early, and when the sacrifice is over tomorrow, everything will fall into place.

Ning An thanked him, and asked for a biscuit again, with half a leg of mutton, and the meat rolled in the biscuit, which was very fragrant.

The boss was like an amnesty, not only took hot cooking cakes, but also poured tea himself, expressing his admiration for the hero's style and not charging money.

Watching Ning An eat meat, the boss turned around, swallowed a few saliva, cleaned the messy storefront, and continued to go about business.

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The wind blows the wheat field, the long waves crash on the shore, and there is nothing to say all night.

How dare Ning An really sleep, just close his eyes and pretend to sleep, and he has the right to cultivate.

When the rooster sings, the gongs and drums are beaten in unison.

Ning An shook his body, the heavenly fire ran slightly, evaporated the dew of the night, carried the broadsword, and went to the north of the village.

The high platform is built by the river, about eighty square meters, there are a few chairs roughly, a table of eight immortals, an incense burner and a few bundles of incense on the table, the front side of the incense burner is placed with a golden dragon king statue, an old man kneels in front of the table, and burns new incense from time to time to prevent the incense from being broken.

Ning An was tall, and with his strength, he squeezed from the back to the first row of the crowd.

Looking at the high platform, isn't it the old man in the Zhu Gate?

"The good cultivation of the gods, the holy virtue of the Dragon King!"

The old man sang hoarsely.

The gongs and drums, which had just stopped for a moment, began to beat again.

The audience was silent, and an old man who was as rotten and withered as an old tree climbed up the stairs, slowly spoke, and sang the praises of the dragon king's merits hoarsely.

The article is long and empty, if it weren't for the panic of the gongs and drums next to him, Ning An would probably really feel sleepy.

After the old man finished reciting the prayer, more than 30 tables were moved from the audience, Ning An sat down first, and Xiao Shengfei, who wore a red flower on his head, also served the food silently.

Ning An looked at it and had no appetite.

It turns out that most of this dish is "looking at the dish", carved from wood and painted with oil paint, but I don't know how long it has been, and most of them have lost their paint.

Listen to the owner who sells the bread, isn't it true that the village chief collects money to buy a feast every year? Collect money to watch the food, and the mayor here will do business.

But looking at the appearance of other people, they obviously didn't care, just stalked their necks and looked at the stage vigorously.

Even if no one moved the chopsticks, the old man in red kneeling on the stage still refused to continue the next step, until the third pillar of incense burned out, and the old man replaced the fourth pillar and sang at first glance: "Forgive the people for not knowing the rules of heaven, stealing the holy qi and giving birth to a!" ”

Yes?

Ning An's eyes widened, thinking that he had misheard.

What do you mean? How do you feel that singing lyrics is not like sacrificing to God?

After the old man finished singing, two strong men came up from the audience, carrying a little girl who was tied up with five flowers, with the word "sacrifice" printed on her face.

The old man stood up and pointed his sword at the little girl's head.

"Order death to apologize for your sins, and persuade you not to enter my door again."

"Kid! Save my child! ”

People turned their heads to look at the woman who was disheveled and bruised.

"That's my child! Daughter! Daughter! was bought by her family, my daughter was wronged! ”

Suddenly, people turned their heads and stared at the old man with burning eyes, as if urging him to draw his sword.

This has happened in the past, and the order of the sacrifice is set, but it is inevitable that someone does not have a girl at home, what should I do? So Li Zheng came up with a good idea, called "borrowing".

You can spend money to buy a girl from other people's families.

It seems that this family is really blessed, there is no girl in the family, and they have reached the point of borrowing.

The girl's eyes were full of tears, but her mouth was sealed, and she could only twitch her body, shaking her head at her mother and whimpering in pain.

"I didn't expect that the old dragon that sacrifices every year is actually an evil dragon."

Everyone was in an uproar and stayed away from this hairy boy who was spitting wild words.

Ning An was suddenly cut off and sat alone at the front table.

Suddenly, Ning An got up suddenly, grabbed the table to look at the food, and threw it at the dragon king statue on the table.

The golden statue of the dragon king fell to the ground with a bang, and suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds piled up, and angry waves hit the reef for a long time.

This time it smashed on the statue of the dragon king, and it smashed firmly in people's hearts.

Especially the old man in red, stunned in place, and instantly returned to his original sluggishness.

The broadsword was immersed in flames, and the boy said aloud;

"Lao Jiao, get out and die!"