Shamans are actually great dancers, and they have different names in different places.

However, if you really understand it, you will know that the dance master is not actually a popular feudal superstition.

They had to learn a special dance since they were young, and their clothes were covered with silver rings.

It was at least thirty pounds, and as long as you jumped up, the silver rings on your body would make a sound.

According to special dance steps, the sound of the collision between the silver ring will be very regular.

It's like a beautiful music.

In ancient times, many people believed that dancing the dance of the great gods could pray for blessings.

In the evolution of the times, it has become a special group of people.

But with the development of the economy, there will always be some people with bad intentions who find this kind of mistake.

They don’t understand the inheritance of the God of Dance, nor do they know what the shaman wants to do.

I just put a name on it and used the name of the dance master to cheat money.

In fact, the master dancer has to learn more than fifty dances.

For example, Zhang Bei asked for a knife this time, the dance they danced was used for sacrifices.

If you are facing the death of an elderly man at home, it is another kind of dance.

In addition to these, shamans who truly have inheritance also need to learn a language.

Similar to hieroglyphs, but the pronunciation is more like Manchu.

Zhang Bei held up the flag, and a few mountain runners next to him scattered the grains prepared in advance at the foot of the mountain.

The two shamans moved all over their bodies and danced around the shaman sword.

If you get close, you can still hear their voices as if you recite scriptures.

The process lasted for half an hour, and the two shamans stopped after wiping the sweat from their heads.

Then he took off a silver ring from his clothes and put it on the box.

"Celebrity~~~~~!"

As the sound fell, Zhang Bei waved the flag again and led the team toward the ancestral hall.

Stepping on the grains and holding the thunder flag, he rushed all the way to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

This ancestral hall was built by the tenth generation leader, and the original one had disappeared from the war.

Unlike the family's ancestral hall, the people worshipped here are all Runshan people.

All the people who have recorded the mountain runners in the past dynasties have spiritual cards here.

"The unworthy descendants of the Runshan Mountains, the twelve generations are in charge, and today welcoming the shaman sword!"

After the words came, Zhang Bei led all the runners to bow respectfully.

Zhang Bei erected the Thunder Flag at the gate of the ancestral hall, held a box containing a shaman knife in both hands and placed it in the middle of the ancestral hall.

Since the records begin, the Shaman Knife has used its exclusive weapon to lead the mountain people to hunt wild animals in the mountains and forests.

But in modern times, Zhang Bei really can't use this thing.

Any animals that can pose a threat to the runners in the entire mountain are either his younger brother or he has been raised by him since childhood.

In the future, the shaman's final belonging to the ancestral hall. Every year, it can be taken out and wiped and worshipped on the Central Yuan Festival.

When the gate of the ancestral hall was closed again, the priest activity of the knife was over.

The two shamans who had been standing behind Zhang Bei sat directly on the ground.

"Oh my god, I haven't had such a vigorous exercise in several years."

"No, I almost forgot how the priest should jump."

At most, they are usually just to celebrate salvation or on some festival.

It's not like today's life-threatening.

Zhang Bei put away the thunder flag and patted Wang Laoer on the shoulder.

"How was lunch?"

“It’s ready.”

"Dinner!"

Zhang Bei shouted at the Runshanren, and as long as there was no important thing today, everyone rushed into the village.

Wang Laoer was very thoughtful in the arrangement of these things and directly invited a team to hold a wedding banquet in the countryside.

No one is more skilled in the big pot of dishes at rural banquets.

Looking at the already-set table, Wang Laoer and a few people sat directly next to Zhang Bei.

"Boss!"

"No!"

"You have, I saw it before!"

Hearing Wang Laoer's words, Zhang Bei sighed silently.

"Inside the cellar, the second jar."

"Okay, I'll get it!"

When Wang Laoer heard the specific location, he rushed towards Zhang Bei's house with a steed steadily.

Chen Feng sat aside and licked the corner of his mouth, looking at Wang Laoer's back with anticipation.

What they said was naturally the medicinal wine made by Zhang Bei using ancient recipes, and he would not get enough of it after drinking it.

Although you can't drink too much, who doesn't want to drink two drinks of this good thing as long as you have the chance?

Wang Laoer acted very quickly in this kind of thing, and within a few minutes he walked back with a big jar.

Zhang Bei sighed silently, pulled out a knife to dig the yellow mud covered with it.

Then he pulled the red cloth beside him and lifted the entire lid.

A strong aroma of wine suddenly scattered in the air.

"According to your physique, this thing can be up to two cups!"

Wang Laoer carefully filled the cup and took a sip of it as the light yellow wine.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good wine!"

Zhang Bei also poured himself a cup and explained slowly.

"This jar of wine has been stored for three years, using thirteen flavors and five-year-old wild Chinese medicine. The wine is Bai Yujing for twenty years."

When Wang Laoer heard Zhang Bei's words, he became more careful when holding the cup.

Even if it is not included in the Chinese herbal medicine, the wine has been in full twenty-three years.

"Bai Yujing?"

Chen Feng scratched his head, not remembering that there was such wine on the market.

Zhang Bei took a bite of his elbow: "It was a wine from the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was a wine that Li Bai accidentally discovered while he was traveling."

When Chen Feng heard that it was a good thing that was not on the market, he stopped talking and quietly tasted the strong aroma of wine.

The lunch was very lively, and so many people who ran to the mountain gathered together to talk.

They are sharing the nests they have found.

Zhang Bei finished drinking a glass of wine and the ringtone of his cell phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID and then clicked to answer.

"Jia Xiujie, the descendant of Kinmen, has seen Zhang Bartou."

"It's you boy, are you ready to come out?"

"Yes, I'm planning to come out of the mountain soon. The old man is going to take me to your place first."

Zhang Bei is not a member of Jiuliu, but most Jiuliu has a good relationship with him now.

That old man planned to come first, probably because he wanted to borrow his reputation.

It is not that simple for the people who have passed away from Jiuliu to come out.

In the process of worshiping the mountain, the older generation has to test the younger generation.

If the skills do not meet the standards, it is embarrassing that the entire master behind it.

Now Zhang Bei has something to do with the official, and he holds the life gate of the medical family in his hand.

Many people in the Nine-Rank will sell their face and borrow their reputation. The older generation will not be too much in the process of testing.

"Okay, I have time tomorrow. You can ask that old man to bring you over."
Chapter completed!