Chapter 159, the black barbarian white barbarian

Miao Village is hospitable, but the number of etiquette is also quite numerous, and a few people are afraid of losing etiquette and making the host unhappy. Drinking wine and eating meat is also restrained. However, at a banquet, the most popular is naturally Han Lun. The reason for this, Han Lun said, is because his father once took him to Langde Miao Village, and the customs here are not much different from Langde Miao Village, so he is naturally very clear. But the most enjoyable person in the whole banquet was Luo Xiaocheng.

Since Luo Xiaocheng doesn't understand the etiquette here, then he doesn't eat it. However, he found that the people in this Miao village drank very well, and everyone had to drink the wine in the big earthen bowl. The more you drink, the happier the owner becomes. This is naturally in line with Luo Xiaocheng's taste. He can even drink forty jars of apricot blossom brew in the ancient city of Jimo, not to mention this rice wine and rice wine with low concentration. Luo Xiaocheng saluted two or three times on five or six tables. More than 100 bowls of wine were clattered, and I didn't know where I went, even Shi Yunyang was amazed. That's the real mass.

Han Lun is still so polite, compared to his usual ridicule, he is like two people. Ran Tianluo couldn't help but think of when he was in the ancient city of Jimo, Han Lun's boldness and demeanor when he first saw him was really moving. But after such a period of getting along, Ran Tianluo felt that the child-like young master of the Han family was the more real Han Lun.

After the third round of drinking, the girls who served the food suddenly changed their costumes and came to the four of them, singing and toasting. The host and guest are close to each other, the host toasts the wine, the guests must drink, and you can't let others drink it for you, there are more than 60 people in the hall, each person has a bowl of wine is more than 60 bowls of wine, which is bitter. She is usually a person who doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, but today she has no choice but to drink bowl by bowl, and in less than ten bowls, she has already drunk in Shi Yunyang's arms. His face was crimson, like a translucent yarn.

Ah Qiao smiled and helped Ran Tianluo off the table and took her to rest. After a few bowls of wine, I only heard Han Lun say: "Abbot, when we came in just now, we saw that many girls were wearing white clothes, it should be the white barbarian faction, I don't know which of the seven Nanban is you?"

The old man said: "We, we are the Dongqin barbarians of the Bedeng Division, and the whole clan is a white barbarian. It's only our group that is so close to you Han people, and if you are barbaric, you won't pay attention to your introduction. ”

Han Lun said: "I have heard that the women of the White Barbarian Tribes can sing and dance, and the men are as strong as oxen. And familiar with the cultivation and weaving of the Han people, the culture of the Central Plains, when I saw it today, I knew that the rumors were true. ”

The old man said: "Yunnan, it's very chaotic, the black barbarians and the white barbarians have been fighting for I don't know how many years." But I can't stop. Originally, they were all old ancestors, but they had to fight to the death. Just to fight for jurisdiction in that short year. ”

Shi Yunyang said: "One year of jurisdiction?"

The old man said: "The white barbarians believe in Nuwa Niangniang, and the black barbarians believe in the ghost king." A centuries-old tradition. However, the Wu barbarians are already very powerful, and Yunnan has not returned to the hands of the white barbarians for many years. As soon as the barbarians became strong, they discriminated against us even more, and forced us to believe in the ghost king. I don't know that starting from the first few barbarian kings, all the Miao people have to worship the ghost king. And we are not allowed to go to the Nuwa Temple to worship Nuwa Niangniang. The entire Nuwa temple in Yunnan was thus abandoned. If Nuwa Niangniang saw it, she didn't know how sad she would be. ”

Han Lun said, "What about later?"

The old man said: "Later, there were several warriors who could fight well among the white barbarians, and they were invincible for a while. The Wu Barbarians had to negotiate a compromise with the White Barbarians and promised a temporary truce. It is stipulated that every year the white barbarians and barbarians each elect a team of men and horses, and in June, a sacrifice of ghosts and gods will be held in the Hongmeng Valley of Dangshan Mountain, and whoever wins will be able to take the next ruling power in Yunnan. ”

Han Lun said: "June? Isn't this month?" ”

Ah Qiao didn't know when she had come back, she said, "Yes, it's just in this one or two days." ”

Han Lunqi said: "What is the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, why do you lose every year?"

An old man next to him said, "It's just some spells and Gu spells or something." However, our Baiman clan is not prosperous, and it is almost impossible to rely on these to compare with the talented Wuman. But since it is a rule left by our ancestors, even if we can't beat it, we have to fight hard. If one day they can regain the jurisdiction, the White Barbarians will have a chance to continue to survive. ”

Shi Yunyang took in a bowl of wine and said, "What is the situation of the barbarians now?"

The old man replied, and he said, "The current barbarians have ruled Yunnan for more than thirty years, and now all places in Yunnan are dedicated to the ghost king. The regime of the Barbarians is also very stable. Wuman now has a Wuman Witch King, a vast land, and a large number of people. Tea weaving is also countless. The terraces are being developed step by step, and the rice has given off a rice fragrance. The strength of the black barbarians is very strong, and they can completely destroy our white barbarian clan at any time, but they have not done it for the sake of fairness and the admonition of their ancestors. ”

Han Lun said, "Then this sacrifice of ghosts and gods is the only way for you to develop yourself?"

Several old men sighed and said, "That's true, but such an opportunity is too difficult for us. ”

Han Lun smiled: "Uncle, you may have to be transferred this year." We're a group of four and we'll help you.

The old man said: "But this is not at all, only those who believe in Nuwa Niangniang or the Great Ghost King can participate in the competition." ”

Han Lun said: "In this way, among the four of us, only Miss Ran can help you, but unfortunately, she is too drunk to drink." ”

Han Lun looked at the empty seat over there and shook his head. looked at Ah Qiao again, and looked at each other inadvertently, and Ah Qiao's face was already flushed.

Han Lun said: "Miss Ran has too many inextricable connections with the great god Nuwa. And the martial arts are strong. If she agrees, she will definitely help you win this sacrifice of demons and gods. ”

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, and the old man almost stood up and said in surprise: "What you said is true, can the girl who just got drunk help us?"

Han Lun nodded, everyone was overjoyed, and only heard Shi Yunyang say: "Uncle doesn't have to ask, I agreed to this matter for her." As a thank you for your hospitality, we're here to do it. Forget everyone's wish. ”

Several old men stood up in unison, knelt down together and said excitedly: "The great god Nuwa has finally brought us good news, if you can win the sacrifice of the ghosts and gods, you are the benefactors of the white barbarian clan." Please bow down to the old man. So saying, the old man bowed on the spot. These old men were the most respected people in the house, and as soon as they knelt down, everyone in the room knelt down in unison.

Shi Yunyang and the three of them thought that there would be such a big battle, they were stunned for a while, and hurriedly stepped forward to help several old people up. Shi Yunyang said: "The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, we are new to the place, and we are not familiar with the place." But to be able to receive such a warm reception from everyone is already the greatest love for us. We need to do something for everyone, and we should do it. I don't have to. ”

The old man said excitedly: "If only I could go to the Nuwa Temple to burn incense in my life." The old man died without regrets. But this wish is indeed too extravagant for us Baiman Miao people. If a few guests can help us win a Demon Sacrifice, it will only be a win for you, but it means too much to us. ”

Shi Yunyang said: "Everyone can rest assured, Nuwa Niangniang will definitely bless you." The old man stood up and was about to take his seat. I saw a boy hurriedly running over and saying, "Village chief, village chief! ”

When the people heard this, they knew that a sad time was about to come. Every year, when the people who participate in the festival of demons and gods return, they suffer a lot of pain and self-blame for their failures. Some never returned. And the annual sacrifice of ghosts and gods starts with this small war book, and there is no exception.

But at this meeting, all the women suddenly turned all their hopes to the few visitors from thousands of miles who had just arrived in the village. They looked at the three men in front of them and had an intuition that this time in the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, the white barbarians would never lose, and all the losses of the white barbarians would be taken back.

The old man turned out to be the head of this village, and he immediately listened to him: "A few guests, please eat slowly, let's go out and have a look." ”

Han Lun said: "Why don't we go together, I also want to see what is so powerful about this black barbarian." ”

The old man said hello, and a few people got up from the dining table, got off the wooden building on stilts, and a group of sixty or seventy people followed the steps of the old man and Shi Yunyang, and went straight to the entrance of Miao Village.

When I arrived at the entrance of the Miao Village, I saw two people riding horses and waving whips, wandering back and forth at the door of the cottage. Both men were dressed in short black breathable robes, with a braided hair on their heads, wrapped in a kappa to form a black hair plate. If you look closely, you can see that there are two black feathers stuck in the hair plate. In the sunlight reflects the rays of Ugin.

When one of them saw the village chief coming, he didn't dismount, stood upright on his horse, and said arrogantly: "Old man of Dongqinman, the day after tomorrow is the period of the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, and the witch king sent us to deliver the war book. Keep it for yourselves. ”

As he spoke, he threw two pieces of cardboard at the old village chief, Han Lun was quick, and before the battle book landed, he took it and held it in his hand. After Han Lun took it, he opened it and saw that the words written in this battle were all Nanban characters. Naturally, he couldn't understand it. Without looking at these two people, he said in his heart: "What an arrogant and domineering black barbarian, it seems that if they don't teach them a lesson this time, they will continue to bully this group of kind white barbarians in the future." ”

Han Lun smiled and took a step forward, but this step startled the two who were beating the horse.