"What are you doing here?"

The old owner's face sank like water, and he scolded: "This is the Spring Festival of the Li He people, I am just a guest who came to celebrate, just like you, are you doing this on purpose to harm me?"

These words were quite serious, and many people who were waiting for him fell to their knees and confessed their mistakes in unison.

"Please also ask the old owner to calm his anger!"

Seeing that even the old patriarch was about to kneel, the old owner grabbed him, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, forget it this time, I can't spoil the festive atmosphere of this great festival because I am alone, and I will not take it as an example." ”

Everyone immediately smiled, and once again surrounded the old owner's carriage in the middle, and when the old owner got off, they hugged him and walked towards the village.

His arrival alarmed all the people in the village, men, women and children, who all came to the roadside, bowed their heads and stood in awe.

"It's over, it's over!" the old owner became more and more displeased the more he looked at his face, "I'm just a domestic servant, and you put on such a posture that I will be more pompous than the master's house, if it reaches the ears of the master's family, won't you put me on the fire and roast me? Old teeth, hurry up and disperse, otherwise don't blame me for being angry!"

"The old owner is serious, this is the popularity accumulated by the owner over the years, and the big guys are all spontaneous......"

A patriarch still wanted to continue to curry favor, but the old patriarch immediately hugged his fists and said: "Listen to the old owner's orders!"

He promised loudly, and shouted in all directions: "Didn't you hear the words of the old owner, don't you hurry up and disperse for me, what should I do, if anyone dares to spoil the old owner's interest, I am the only one who asks!"

The surrounding villagers quickly responded and scattered.

"That's right. The old owner patted the old patriarch on the shoulder with satisfaction, "It's still the old brother who knows my mind best, unlike some people, hum!"

The patriarch who had just slapped the horse's ass on the horse's leg was glanced at by the old owner, and then he was so frightened that he fell to the ground directly, admitting his mistake again and again, and he didn't know what he had scolded himself.

The old owner seemed to be intent on punishing him, but he ignored it at all, and led the people on his way to the village, leaving him alone in his place. The people who passed by the patriarch's side all cast mockery, contempt or pity at him, but he didn't dare to pay attention to it, and continued to kowtow to admit his mistakes.

Although Liu Heng and Zhao Zhongxi are a little famous, they are both juniors, and they can't squeeze in front at all, so they can only follow the rear of the increasingly huge team, of course, Liu Heng himself doesn't want to rush to shoot people's sycophants, so he is happy to follow behind.

The village is not big, and when they came to the side of the punished patriarch, they happened to see a gang who had been with the old owner before coming over to let the patriarch get up, and the patriarch heard that the old owner himself spoke like Meng Dahe, and rushed forward with a smile on his face, and heard that the old owner and the old patriarch in the front row had walked to the village martial arts arena.

On such a big festival, the martial arts arena was directly opened and requisitioned as a place to entertain guests from all over the world, because this is the only place in the village that is spacious enough to accommodate people to gather together.

When Liu Heng and Zhao Zhongxi finally squeezed into the martial arts arena, the main table was already full of white-haired heads, and the old owner and the old patriarch in the center seemed to be arguing over who would be the main seat.

"Anti-customer-oriented. ”

Liu Heng chuckled, and Zhao Zhongxi next to him hurriedly pulled him, but it was a voice that said: "It's the guest bully." ”

Obviously, Shi Shiran, the old owner, sat on the main seat, which made Zhao Zhongxi dissatisfied.

The two of them are considered "famous" figures in the village, and their assigned positions are quite high, but when they sat down and took a look, they found that perhaps because of the sudden arrival of the old owner, the seats that were well prepared in advance were not enough to sit, and many guests poured in one after another, and it is estimated that they all rushed to hear the news.

Seeing this posture, the two naturally couldn't sit anymore, even if Liu Heng was still weak, he still hurriedly got up and helped the villagers add tables and chairs.

"It's the biggest scene I've ever seen. ”

"Yes, the old owner is really enough to save face. ”

"If it weren't for the old owner, how could there be so many people to celebrate us?"

When Liu Heng was helping, he heard the whispers of the villagers, all of them were red, and they felt that the old owner was close to this grand scene, which made them very face-saving.

However, Liu Heng doesn't think so.

I heard that the old owner rarely goes to which family to celebrate the festival in person, so abnormal, there must be a story behind it, but I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Thanks to the long-term consideration when the martial arts arena was built, the place was very large, and each family contributed all the tables and chairs, and finally all the guests were accommodated, and the originally empty martial arts arena was also stuffed.

The guests were barely accommodated, and the villagers could not rest, and the stove needed to serve food for thousands of people, and no number of people could go to meet them. Liu Heng and Zhao Zhongxi were going to continue to help, but they were driven back by the villagers, saying that it was enough for them here, and Liu Heng and Zhao Zhongxi's responsibility was to accompany the guests.

In fact, where do they need to entertain guests, everyone's attention is focused on the main table, all of them are attentive, listening with open ears, and not letting go of the old owner's every move.

Zhao Zhongxi sat down with Liu Heng, watched the fragrant dishes served on the table one by one, quickly sumptuous, and then the old owner opened his mouth to move the chopsticks, and the rest of the people immediately responded, raising their glasses and moving the chopsticks, restoring the excitement of the festival.

However, people's attention to the old owner has not diminished in the slightest, and it is estimated that the dishes carefully prepared by these villagers tasted good, delicious or unpalatable, and they did not eat them at all.

"It's a pity. Liu Heng muttered, eating happily by himself, and truly experienced the delicious food in front of him that had poured the efforts of the villagers.

At the same time, there are also girls in the village who wear the unique costumes of the Li He people, use special musical instruments similar to small drums, sing and dance, and the charm is moving. After the girls danced, it was the young people who changed their costumes and performed some unique stunts, which were wonderful, but when the old owner applauded or applauded, they would win the applause of the house.

The village tried its best to contribute the things it had carefully prepared, hoping to receive sincere praise from the guests, but now it gave Liu Heng a feeling that all his efforts were in vain and in vain.

The arrival of an old proprietor attracts all eyes and obscures all other brilliance.

When a group of young people had just left the stage, there were more than a dozen women with beautiful singing voices who wanted to come up and sing mountain songs.

"Yes, yes, our village is becoming more and more prosperous, looking at these big and strong young men, it makes people happy from the bottom of their hearts. The old owner exclaimed, and his words changed suddenly, "It's just that little guy in Wujiang, why haven't you seen him on this occasion?"

Hearing this, others may not have thought much about it, but Liu Heng chuckled in his heart, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"That kid, it's a coincidence, yesterday was fine, but he ran at night on a whim, and he wanted to take the opportunity to retreat and try to break through, but he couldn't persuade him. I look at this stinky boy, I don't take the Spring Festival seriously, and the older I get, the bigger my temper becomes. Since the old owner mentioned it, the little old man could only be cheeky to ask the old owner for a leave on his behalf, and asked the old owner to tolerate him for ten days and half a month. The old patriarch sighed in response, muttered a few words of complaint, and turned to shouting, "Next show." ”

At this time, anyone could see that the old owner's face suddenly became gloomy, and he put the dishes and chopsticks down heavily, without saying a word.

It's for Ujiang!

The elders of all ethnic groups are all old and mature, and now they all felt the taste, but they were silent, and even the laughter disappeared immediately.

The old patriarch didn't seem to understand, and with a smiling face, he looked like he was focused on listening to the women's moving songs. However, due to the sudden change in the atmosphere, the women performing were flustered, and their performance was naturally very poor, almost out of tune.

"Old teeth. In such an atmosphere, the whisper of a clan elder at the main table could actually be heard clearly by the entire martial arts arena, "It seems that everyone has seen enough, listened enough, and eaten almost, do you think it's time to shoot the Spring Competition?"

The old patriarch suddenly realized, "Look at my memory, yes, yes, shoot the spring race!"

The old owner glared and was about to interrupt, but the old patriarch made a face on the field, and the clever young man who naturally knew how to do it immediately shouted excitedly, "Shoot the Spring Race!"

This shout woke up more people, and whether they understood the mystery or not, they all shouted loudly: "Shoot the Spring Race!"

"Shoot Spring Match!"

"Shoot Spring Match!"

......

The roar became louder and louder, and it gathered like a tide, with an earth-shattering momentum.

Huo Ran, a young man from the village, got up and danced the bow in a fancy way, as if a person was crazy, and began to open his bow and arrow as soon as he stepped on the table, "I'll start first!"

Liu Heng remembered that this guy's name was Siyu, and he had already been promoted to the martial arts realm, and the bow and archery skills he showed yesterday were also extraordinary. He stared intently at a towering mountain opposite, and pulled his big bow to the extreme, his eyes like an eagle falcon, and he suddenly let go!

"Shoot Spring!"

The sharp arrow is like a streamer, fleeting, and shot into the distance, and the sound is astonishingly sharp.

As he roared with all his might, countless guys also roared in unison.

"Shoot Spring!"

These many masculine men roared together, like the spirit of a collapsed river, and some of the other clansmen who came to celebrate for the first time were taken aback.

With this roar, many people with extraordinary eyesight pursued the sharp arrow, and saw a gray explosion on the distant Bailuo Mountain, which was very close to the top of the mountain, and suddenly bloomed, and there was a gorgeous and stunning beauty.

"Okay!

"Good boy!"

"Give us a good start!"

......

The first arrow has been shot, and even if the Spring Shooting Tournament is really started, it is naturally an extremely sacred and solemn moment in the hearts of the Li He people. Even if the old owner could see what little tricks these Diao people used, as soon as the Spring Shooting Tournament started, he couldn't bring up other topics again, so he could only look at it with a sinking face, and scolded in his heart, "Sure enough, it's a group of Diao people." ”

In the same way, the villagers also understand very well, which is why the old patriarch has always been submissive, but the old owner has to put on a face just now but still has to start the game hard. When the Spring Shooting Tournament opened, all the clan elders and old patriarchs looked at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and half of their hearts that were hanging in their intuition fell back to most of them.

"It's my turn!

"Nonsense, it's my turn!"

A group of young and vigorous young men will not think so much, they only know that the spring shooting competition begins, and the moment and battlefield that belong to them will really come, no one wants to be subservient to others, and they all want to show their most heroic side to the villagers, their relatives and friends and admiring girls to see, so you fight for me, and the noise is non-stop.

"Finally fooled around for a while. Zhao Zhongxi wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, secretly sighed, and sighed at Liu Heng.

Liu Heng didn't watch the lively spring shooting competition, and paid more attention to the old owner who was like a rich old man, seeing that this person's face was sinking like water, he knew in his heart that the villagers' cleverness might only play a role in delaying temporarily, and this person would not give up so easily.

Making a guess, Liu Heng didn't look at it anymore, but finally looked at the group of Li He people who were arguing.

The Spring Shooting Competition of the Li He Nationality is of great significance to them, but there are not too many rules, just an occasion for young men to show their heroism and strength.

I saw them practice yesterday, but when I looked at it today, Liu Heng knew that these guys also had their own little cleverness, or when they played on the spot, they had extraordinary performance. Anyway, at this moment, Liu Heng finally understood why the Li He clan wanted to take the bow and archery technique as the most important program on such a major festival.

The village was a mile or two away from the most famous Bailuo Mountain nearby, but no matter whether they had cultivated their physique and martial arts, most of the bows and arrows shot by these guys could accurately reach Bailuo Mountain.

This is definitely an extraordinary ability, or in the blood of the Li He people, they are born with the instinct to be close to the art of bow shooting. At least Liu Heng rarely sees so many talented "marksmen" in normal villages and even tens of thousands of county towns in Dingkou, but the Lihe tribe of only two or three thousand people, it seems that everyone can become a qualified marksman, if this is not extraordinary, what is it?

"Originally, I thought it was strange, in my opinion, everyone in the village seemed to have some talent for martial arts, why only so few people got the opportunity to teach the inheritance. Now it seems that the problem may lie in resources. If you change the environment and give enough cultivation resources to help, just the Li He clan should be able to become a great force comparable to a first-class sect, right?" Liu Heng was originally just suspicious, but now seeing everyone's performance, he was even more sure of this, and he felt extremely sorry.

The martial arts talents of the Lihe people are not bad, but the lack of cultivation resources has led to the village being able to choose the best of the best, so that the best of each generation can set foot on the martial arts. If the Lihe people are given a better space to grow, even Liu Heng can't imagine how far the seemingly ordinary Lihe people can grow at this moment.

"Confucianism. ”

Liu Heng muttered in his heart, only to find out that for the Li He clan, Chen Jianai or directly said that Confucianism is like a threshold that does not know how high, and they have been blocked under the threshold, I don't know how many years!