Before the two shook hands, Li Shuxiu saw that the goshawk suddenly blocked in front of her, and Amman's expression instantly became terrified, and he wanted to retreat, but the goshawk pinched her wrist, gritted his teeth and shouted: "You vicious woman, why are you wearing a murder weapon in your hand!"

He used a lot of force to make Amman's slender hand red and swollen, and she screamed so loudly that her face turned pale and sweat trickled down in an instant. Lehai roared angrily and swooped down on the goshawk. The goshawk let go of his hand at once, Amman's body shook, his arms waved wildly, trying to find something to support, in a panic, Li Shuxiu saw her fingertips flashing with silver light, and sneered, and a long cut was made on the goshawk's hand, and blood flowed for a long time.

Li Shuxiu exclaimed: "Brother Goshawk." He wanted to step forward and separate the goshawk from Lehai, but the goshawk shouted: "Don't make a move, let me teach these two barbarians a good lesson!"

He looked ecstatic and smiled from ear to ear, Li Shuxiu knew the reason when he saw it. It turned out that his old problem had recurred, and when he saw that there was a fight to fight, he was so happy that he forgot everything. She hurriedly said: "Don't mess around, Lehai's martial arts are not high, and he is definitely not your opponent!"

As soon as the words came out, I saw the goshawk slap Le Hai in the face, Le Hai was beaten in a circle, puffed up his strength, and bit the goshawk's arm. The goshawk laughed loudly and hit his head on Lehai's nose, covering the strong man's face with blood. Le Hai screamed, his arms pinched the goshawk's neck, the goshawk was so red that his face was red, he pinched his left hand, grabbed Le Hai's mouth, twisted it hard, Le Hai was in pain, and he actually let go. The two glared at each other, roared loudly, and wrenched together again.

For a while, these two people beat each other like street scoundrels, full of ugliness, extremely despicable moves, and very dirty, after the fight, you spit on me, I stabbed you in the crotch, you poke my eyes, I dig your nostrils, don't say it's a person who learns martial arts, even if it's a child fighting, it's much more decent than fighting like this.

Li Shuxiu was angry and funny, and said, "What are you doing?

Lehai can also be regarded as a young warrior in the clan, and brute force has always been called the first in the village. In the younger generation, martial arts are second only to Rapp. He fought with the goshawk, so he was not so embarrassed, but who knew that as soon as he got started, the goshawk resorted to all kinds of despicable tricks, and Le Hai couldn't show his skills, and when he was angry, he retaliated with a tooth for a tooth, poisoned each other, and beat him unsightly, without the demeanor of a master.

The goshawk shouted loudly, sweating, but the more he fought, the more excited he became, and he wanted to tear off Lehai's pants, and then beat him with his pants, Li Shuxiu went around his back and slapped him Tianling Gai, the goshawk came to his senses and kicked Lehai away, Lehai monster screamed, and wanted to go up, Amman stopped him and screamed: "Don't fight, don't fight!"

The goshawk looked around and saw that there was already a circle of Kazakhs standing around, commenting on the fight between the two, and the sadness on his face was gone, and there was even a slight smile.

Jia Nibei grabbed Le Hai's ears and scolded: "You stinky boy, we are going to have a funeral in the evening, do you still have the heart to play with the Han people?"

Amman frowned, glanced at the goshawk, a little nervous, and wanted to speak, but hesitated for a long time, and finally turned around and left. The crowd talked for a moment, and then they also withdrew from the tent one after another.

It turned out that Amman was bent on believing that Li Shuxiu had killed Rapp and the rest of his compatriots, and he was angry, and the thought of revenge lingered in his chest. But although she was angry, she didn't want to put Li Shuxiu to death, she just hoped to prevent her from appearing at the funeral ceremony of Rapp and others. So she invited Le Hai to come to Li Shuxiu, wearing a spiked ring on her hand, and the ring was smeared with anesthetic, intending to stab Li Shuxiu, use the anesthetic to make Li Shuxiu unconscious, and teach this pagan evil girl a lesson. Moreover, this ceremony was very sacred to Amman, and she did not want Li Shuxiu to tarnish it.

Li Shuxiu didn't know it, checked the goshawk's injury, stopped the bleeding for him, and said with a wry smile: "You are really a person, your martial arts are up and down, your kung fu is good and bad, and now you are living more and more back, and you are so embarrassed to fight with Le Hai, maybe I will protect you in the future." ”

Goshawk opened his mouth to laugh and said: "Ah Xiu, do you know that the fun of this fight can be attributed to a golden and jade saying, which is 'When you meet your opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent.'" 'If I am invincible in all battles, and I am invincible, and I am fighting with others, I will lose the joy of a life-and-death battle. ”

Ah Xiu smiled: "You always have to say, but when we fought just now, you were just merciful to your subordinates and deliberately let him, so what's the fun at all?"

Goshawk shook his head and said: "I didn't give in at all, I deliberately forgot about my martial arts, so I fought with him inseparably." This art of forgetting can be described as profound and difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it is the most proud method in my life. ”

A Xiuqi said: "There are still people who can forget their kung fu? You are talking nonsense again! Even if you don't use martial arts moves, can you even drain your internal strength? If you give up, it's not a shame to let go." ”

The goshawk defended for a long time, but Li Shuxiu just didn't believe it and decided that he was deliberately playing with Le Hai. Goshawk's persuasion was fruitless, but he felt depressed, took out the dry food, chewed it heavily, and talked with Li Shuxiu for a while, and gradually let go of his mind again and became talkative.

In the evening, the goshawk felt slightly sleepy and felt strange in his heart, but he didn't care about it, and accompanied Li Shuxiu out of the tent.

He saw a large bonfire outside the village lit by the Kazakhs, six feet long, with wooden beams stacked high, and the flames rose into the sky, illuminating the dark sky. Dressed in solemn attire and with pendants around their necks, more than 300 people gathered in a circle, holding hands with each other and reciting scriptures in low voices. An old Kazakh man holding a parchment paper stands in front of a campfire, chanting aloud as he compares and compares.

Li Shuxiu saw Amman dressed in luxurious and unusual clothes, wearing a crown and hat embroidered with gold flowers on her head, sitting by the campfire, her eyes closed, her hands flat on her chest, her posture solemn and solemn, the firelight reflected on her smooth cheeks, the light and shadows moved, bright and extinguished, sometimes like a holy goddess, sometimes like a deceitful witch.

Goshawk asked, "This is their funeral, how is it different from the rest of the Kazakhs, and what is the use of Amman sitting there?" He had marched all over the world, and had seen Kazakh religious ceremonies, but he had never seen such a funeral.

Li Shuxiu's eyes flashed with tears, stared for a moment, and said softly: "This is the Kazakh soul conjuring ritual, whenever the dead warriors can't find the corpse, they use this way to make the purest girl in the clan as a guiding light, recalling the lost spirits of those distant warriors in the desert." ”

The goshawk wanted to make a mockery, but when he saw Li Shuxiu's tearful appearance, he didn't dare.

Amman stood up suddenly, his limbs trembling, his joints twisting strangely, his eyes opened, his eyes were white, his mouth was wide open, he was whining and roaring, and he began to dance an eerie and terrifying dance. Li Shuxiu pinched the goshawk's hand and said in a trembling voice: "The soul has returned! Brother goshawk, how do you feel when you say that people are ghosted?"

The goshawk sneered and said disdainfully, "Where in the world are there any ghosts?" ”

Li Shuxiu glanced at him and felt that what he said was a little funny. He had only recently escaped the haunting of flies and ghosts, and he was unconscious. I'm afraid that although Amman is possessed by a ghost at this time, she herself knows nothing.

Even if Rapp returned to her, she wouldn't be able to see him for the last time.

Li Shuxiu muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Amman, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Rapp." She thought back to her past bitter love, closed her eyes, and a line of tears finally burst out of her eyes.

Goshawk suddenly said: "Although there are no ghosts in the world, there is yin and yang true qi in the human body, and some qi cultivators call these true qi the three souls and seven spirits. After death, if the true qi is emitted and sometimes condenses into a group, it will float in the air in a trance, as if there are memories of the deceased. After a long time, you can follow the way you came and return to the place where you have the deepest nostalgia in your life, but it is not the soul, but the breath between heaven and earth, and this kind of situation is rare and rare, if the deceased is not deep in skill and the mind is not strong, the true qi cannot remain in the world. ”

Li Shuxiu hurriedly said: "Yes, this is the soul that everyone said, but the name is different, but the essence is quite similar." After the goshawk's explanation, she felt a little at ease, and she had some hope, hoping that Rapp's soul would really find a way back.

Goshawk was secretly amused and thought: "Ah Xiu is still a little girl after all, I said nonsense casually, and she really believed it." The thoughts that had just come to him were thoughts that popped into his head, and he himself did not know where they came from.

Maybe it's a story I heard by chance when I was a child, maybe it's a lie that flashes in my head, maybe it's a dream from a distant time, maybe it's a memory from a past life.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about its origin, but silently looked at the bonfire, at the crowd gathered around the bonfire, at the girl dancing like a ghost in the firelight.

Suddenly, Amman's body writhed more and more terrifyingly, her hands and feet turned sharply, she let out a terrible scream, foamed at the mouth, and began to tear her hair, the Kazakh's expression changed suddenly, and she shouted in horror, and then the sound of the scriptures in her mouth was loud, but no one stepped forward to help her, and the old man hurriedly slapped the scriptures in his hands on her, but Amman moved violently, and there was no sign of stopping.

Li Shuxiu had never seen such a scene, and couldn't help but shout: "What's wrong with her? Why don't you save her?"

The old man, named Ram, was the wise man of the village, and he shook his head and said: "You must calm the anger of the wandering spirits and do not submit reluctantly, lest Allah send calamity." ”

Li Shuxiu said angrily: "You are just chattering and reciting the scriptures, what are you talking about Allah? Why don't you save people quickly?" She quickly stepped forward and wanted to hold Amman, but Janibe suddenly walked out of the crowd, pushed Li Shuxiu away, and said viciously: "You pagan demon girl, killed the young people of our tribe, and slandered Allah, if you hadn't saved our people, I would have thrown you into the fire and burned you to death." ”