"It's so bright! Amu, Amu, our room should be so bright."
Xiaoliang saw the bright light in Gongliang Cave, took Eminem's hand and said.
Xiaoshi Amu is a real person. After seeing it, he said: "What are you doing so brightly and you can't eat it?"
Gongliang smiled and said: "You can see things in the cave clearly with the bright spots. It just so happens that I have a lot of pearls here. Xiaoliang, let's go and make your side brighter, okay?"
"Okay! Okay!"
When Xiaoliang heard this, he immediately led the way to his home, and Xiaoshi Amu quickly followed.
Gongliang asked Jingshu and the others to stay in the cave to arrange the arrangements, while he took Migu and walked to Xiaoshi's house. After hanging pearls in each room, it was getting dark. At this time, a horn was heard outside to welcome the return of the warrior. He walked out.
Inside the cave, at the city gate, warriors from the Yan tribe walked in from the outside carrying or carrying huge beasts.
The stone caves of Gongliang and Xiaoshi's family face the city gate, and Yanbu warriors can see them as soon as they enter.
When Xiaoshi and Xiaoshi happily carried a huge ferocious beast into the city gate, and when they looked up at their home, they found Gongliang standing next to Amu, and the surprise on their faces was beyond words.
There will be a big sacrifice in the evening, and the ferocious beasts are not busy dealing with them. They are all placed in the square in front of the boulder, and are guarded by the tribal warriors who are on duty today.
As soon as Xiao Shi and Xiao Xiao Shi put down the ferocious beast, they ran towards their homes. Friends who had played with Gong Liang a few hours ago and people who knew Gong Liang saw him and followed him.
When we meet again after a long absence, it is inevitable to talk about the feelings of separation.
Gongliang was filled with emotion when he saw that the friends he had played with when he was young had suddenly become tribal warriors and the backbone of the family. Suddenly, an idea struck him. Although the ancestral land had no aura and could only rely on the power of flesh and blood to defend itself against the enemy, it could use medicine to protect the enemy.
They cleanse their hair and cut their marrow to strengthen their physique. If they are given some magic armor, it should give them more capital to survive in this wild world.
After thinking for a while, he used the Three Emperors Food Cauldron to brew a cauldron of Great Fortune Soup in space.
He also thought about refining some elixirs, but the elixirs were too powerful and poisonous, which might not be a good thing for the Yan tribe warriors who had never practiced.
Dazaihua Decoction is made from various heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Impurities are removed, leaving only the essence. Drinking it can not only temper the body, but the remaining energy will remain dormant in the body and continue to improve the body. It is a unique thing. It is important.
It's still harmless.
He didn't need to make the Great Creation Soup himself. All he had to do was put the ingredients and let the twins Shuangzhi help watch the fire.
Then, he quietly took Jingshu into the space and asked her to help refine some magic weapons for the tribal warriors.
It may be a bit difficult to ask her to refine high-grade spiritual weapons, but it is a piece of cake to refine the mortal-grade divine weapon armor needed by the Yan tribe warriors.
These things were all done secretly by Gongliang, and Xiaoshi and others who came to visit were not aware of it at all.
It was rare to get together, so eating and drinking was inevitable. The cave was too small, so Gongliang simply cut down some trees and made simple tables and chairs to put in the corridor, and ate and drank with everyone. Because he had to worship the ancestors in the evening, he didn't drink anything, he only drank
The low-grade spiritual juice that Gong Liang took out from space.
Yanshu and Yushu were waiting on their side obediently. The Yanbu people had never seen such a charming Eastern native, their eyes almost bulged out.
In the evening, Yanbu will hold a big sacrifice. The big festival is different from previous sacrifices and is very grand.
So the meal didn't last long. After everyone had eaten and drank, they went home to prepare the items for the big sacrifice.
The Yanbu Festival is usually only held at the end of the year every year. It is a very sacred event, so it is necessary to use animal bones to divine in advance and choose an auspicious day. But this time the festival was held because of the return of Gongliang, it was too hasty and the shaman did not have time.
Divination. But he knew that today would definitely be a good day, because the fire from their Yan tribe was back.
As night falls, the stars twinkle, and a bright moon hangs high, blooming with gleaming light.
In the square in front of the boulder, the sacrifices have been laid out.
At the front are the most precious items in the eyes of the Yan tribe people. There are spears, hunting knives, animal teeth, animal bones, armor and other things. There are all kinds of things. These things may be considered valuable in the eyes of outsiders.
It's nothing, but Gongliang knows that these sacrifices are much better than before. This proves that Yanbu is getting better and better.
As a member of the Yan tribe, Gongliang naturally had something on it, which was a storage bag.
Behind the sacrifices of the Yan tribe are vicious beasts. Some of these beasts are still alive, but they are no longer able to move.
The bright moon gradually reached the sky, and wisps of bright moonlight fell from above, lighting up the world.
The witch and the dressed-up Yuhan walked down from the ancestral temple. The witch was not dressed up tonight, but wore ordinary clothes. When he walked to the square, he was not standing in the position of presiding over the sacrifice, but with the leader of the Yan tribe.
Stand at the front.
The people in Yanbu saw it and started talking about it one after another.
After the witch heard this, he stepped forward, looked like a tribesman, and said loudly: "I am old, and I have become even more incompetent in recent years. Yuhan has learned from me for many years, and he is the most talented person I have ever seen.
So I decided to let her take over as the next shaman. From today on, she will preside over all the tribe's festivals. I hope you can trust her as much as you trust me."
In fact, people in the Yan tribe had vaguely heard that Yu Han was going to take over as the next witch, but no one had ever confirmed it.
I was shocked when I heard it tonight.
Because Yuhan was too young and a girl, there had never been such a young witch in the tribe, and she was also a witch.
But everyone in the Yan tribe believed in witches. After being surprised, they stopped saying anything and waited to see Yuhan's performance.
After Wu saw the actions of his tribesmen, he nodded with satisfaction and walked back to the front. But when he passed Yu Han, he said with concern: "Relax."
Yuhan smiled with difficulty. It was the first time he was hosting a sacrifice. It was impossible to say that he was not nervous. Wu's words could only be a little comfort, but it was of no help at all. After a while, the moon was in the sky. Yuhan looked at it and said with a pretty face
She became serious. Sacrifice was a big deal, and there was no room for her to make any mistakes.
She raised her hands high, facing the direction of the ancestral temple on the boulder, and sang an inexplicable mysterious note loudly.
Her voice is different from the witch's high-pitched voice, which is vast, far-reaching and shocking, but it is crisp, pure and natural, as if the voice of heaven and earth is pure, cleansing people's hearts and making people disappear all distracting thoughts in an instant.
The mysterious notes are distant and long, echoing in the Yan part for a long time.
After singing loudly, Yuhan's voice turned soft, as sweet as a lark, and as gentle as a drizzle, nourishing the heart.
As she chanted, the flames in the middle of the stone pillars in the ancestral temple began to roll and beat, slowly grew larger, spread to all sides, and then split into two flames. The two newly formed flames were small at first, and Yuhan's chanting
It seemed to be given strength and began to grow slowly. When it was so big that it filled the ancestral temple, the two flames separated into a firework, floating between the two flames, forming a new flame and forming the Yanbu totem.
"焱" means flame.
The Yanhuo has just been formed and is still a little thin and weak, but there seems to be a steady flow of power under the stone pillars, turning the Yanhuo from virtual to real.
The flames that turned into entities began to float outwards and came to the sky where the Yan tribe people worshiped.
After seeing the flames on the giant candlestick lamp in the space between Gongliang's brows, it immediately flew out from the lampplate.
When Yanhuo saw the Yanhuo flying out of Gongliang's body, it began to sway enchantingly. The two Yanhuo slowly came closer, becoming like me in you and you in me, but they were completely different from each other.
After the flame fire was formed, Yuhan seemed to be able to see. Her singing voice became clearer, and her body began to beat rhythmically, which was inherited from ancient tribal dances. When she danced, the shaman and the leader of the tribe behind her,
The second leader also jumped up, followed by the warriors of the tribe, and sang the ancient song of Cangmang that has been passed down for a long time.
"Hahahaha
Praise the ancestors and gods for giving me delicious food.
Praise the ancestors and gods for granting me good health.
Come and eat, and your blessings will be boundless.”
After the tribal warriors started dancing, the rest of the Yan tribe also started dancing ancient dances and singing ancient songs.
The elders of the tribe nearby responded with leather drums to guide their movements, and the tribal warriors guarding the surroundings began to strike the ground with bones and spears.
For a time, Yuhan's clear singing, the warriors' majestic ancient songs, the singing of tribal men and women combined with the old man's leather drum, and the sounds of the surrounding warriors' bones, spears and other objects hitting the ground, merged into a new song. Although it was not.
Beautiful, yet far-reaching and touching, it touches people's hearts.
Gong Liang danced and sang with everyone, and looked at the familiar scene with admiration. Everything seemed like yesterday, but it was completely different.