Temperament

On the wooden platform, Gu Qingyang picked up the wine glass in his hand and pointed at the chaos in the valley, "Tianyi, as the leader of the VIPs who have been looking forward to for five years in the Miao village, you won't ignore it, right?"

"Master, I'm worrying too much. There are so many men and boys in Miao Village, how could they not be able to hold a cow?" Zhuo Tianyi didn't even lift his eyelids.

"What if we run into the homes of old people, children, girls, and those who don't have the skills to defend themselves? Do you think everyone in Miao Village is a martial arts master like you?" Gu Qingyang sipped his wine, burning with anxiety.

"Then I have to stay here even more. What if the cow runs over here, what will Qing Lan do?" Zhuo Tianyi hugged Shen Qinglan tightly, and asked Gu Qingyang worriedly.

Gu Qingyang was heartbroken, "You have forgotten everyone with a beauty, you really disappointed me and uncle!" Turning his head and glanced at Zhang Mingyuan and Zheng Shuming who were whispering with his wife, forget it, those two don't have to count on it .The rest of the nephews were either bowing their heads in silence or talking to each other, none of them was paying attention to the valley field.

Fu turned back to Zhou Yunlei who was next to him. Before he could speak, he turned his head and said seriously: "Uncle Jiu, my qinggong is not as good as yours. I'm afraid it will be too late to rush over."

Gu Qingyang shook his head and sighed, "You guys, as people in the martial arts world, none of you know how to be a chivalrous man. At this time, you are still waiting for my uncle, my old man, to take action. It really makes me sad!"

Hearing the Miao girl's screams from the valley field again, Gu Qingyang finally couldn't help it, raised his breath, rose from the ground, and flew towards the valley field like a white crane.

Shen Qinglan only heard the sound of wind blowing from the skirts of her clothes, and as soon as she turned her head, Gu Qingyang's figure was no longer there. Looking anxiously towards the valley field, she saw that Gu Qingyang had already flew to the center of the commotion under the wooden pillar. So graceful that Shen Qinglan could only think of the words "quiet as a dragon, as graceful as a frightened bird".

And everyone in the Zhuo family, who were either bowing their heads or talking to each other or pretending to be stupid, all raised their heads at the moment Gu Qingyang stood up, looking at Gu Qingyang's figure in the air without blinking, even Zhou Yunlei, who was always sincere No exception.

Except Zhuo Tianyi.

Shen Qinglan turned her head in surprise, and saw him looking over with a smile, as if she knew the doubts in his heart, and explained: "Uncle Ninth's lightness kung fu is the best in the Zhuo family, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is unique in the martial arts. Very, easily refused to reveal."

As if to confirm Zhuo Tianyi's words, Zhou Yunlei said, "Uncle Jiu has been busy for the past three years. He didn't get up just now, and he didn't even move his hands."

Although Shen Qinglan doesn't know martial arts, she has stayed in both the Meng family and the Zhuo family for so many years, and has seen too many people in the martial arts world. When performing light kung fu, everyone more or less needs to borrow strength, like Gu Qingyang. It is indeed the first time I have seen someone who has practiced to the point where he does not need to borrow strength, but only needs to raise his breath.

Some memories from a long time ago appeared in my mind, but I didn't know...

This idea is just fleeting, everything has long been impossible, and thinking about it will only add regret.

"I don't know if there is any trick to practice, next time I pour him down and ask carefully." Zhuo Tianyi picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"I'm afraid only beauties can do such a thing as pouring Jiushishu's wine." Zheng Shuming on the other side interjected.

"It's not necessarily a beautiful woman. Uncle Ninth drinks too much, and I've never seen him drunk before." Zhang Mingyuan also joined the discussion.

Everyone fell silent.After a while, Zhou Yunlei suddenly said: "I was drunk once."

Several people looked at Zhou Yunlei, and his eyes fell on Gu Qingyang, who was crossing left and right in the valley and pulling away the Miao family members who were frightened by the running bull, "Four years ago, I got drunk at Tianji Peak, and then I was killed by my master." I brought all my uncles and uncles back to the old house in Luoyang, and spent three years facing the wall at the Siguo Pavilion in the back mountain."

"This..." Zheng Shuming was surprised, "For what?"

"I don't know." Zhou Yunlei shook his head.

"Do you know the master?" Zhang Mingyuan asked Zhuo Tianyi, "Master treats Uncle Ninth as his own son like you, why is he willing to imprison him for three years?"

"How do I know?" Zhuo Tianyi picked up Shen Qinglan's cup and handed it to him, "I haven't met the old man twice in the past few years."

Zhang Mingyuan took a look at Shen Qinglan who was pushing away the wine glass in Zhuo Tianyi's arms, "Yes." It seems that the two father and son will continue to do this in the future.

There was a cheer from the valley floor, and the discussion on Gu Qingyang was interrupted.Shen Qinglan looked under the wooden pillar, the onlookers had been evacuated to a safe place by Gu Qingyang, and there was a large open space around the cow.

Gu Qingyang took two thick hemp ropes from a young man from the Miao family, grabbed one in each hand, and swung them twice in his hands. The two hemp ropes seemed to have spirituality, and flew out in front of and behind the cow. Twice around the hoof, the end of the rope flew back to Qing Yang's hand.

He quickly tied his hands in a knot, and then parted them lightly and deftly, and the cross-eyed bull was bound by its front and rear hooves and dragged to the ground.

The surrounding audience let out a louder cheer and applauded one after another. Gu Qingyang clapped his hands lightly and bowed to everyone with a smile. Extremely elegant.

The gazes of men, women and children in the valley field all cast their gazes here, Gu Qingyang was obviously used to this kind of scene where everyone was watching, took a sip from the wine glass from the desk, smiled and said nothing.

Zhuo Tianyi chuckled, "Master Ninth Uncle, after tonight, I don't know how many more people will be on the list of beauties you let down."

"I don't know how many people there are, but I'm sure there must be no Jiuling girl among them." Gu Qingyang turned to look at him, and asked Zhou Yunlei with a smile, "Yunlei, what do you think?"

Zhou Yunlei didn't look sideways, "The cow slaughter ceremony has begun."

There were two firecrackers under the wooden pillar. Shen Qinglan looked up and saw that the cow had been tied to the wooden frame. Long Jiu raised the ax and walked slowly to the cow under the eager gaze of all the Miao people.Jiuling on one side rang the golden bell in his hand, and read out loudly a series of scriptures of the Miao family with his back facing the sky.

Long Jiu, who was naked from the upper body, let out a cry, and raised the ax in his hand high, and the cow tied to the frame saw the sharp blade shining coldly under the campfire, and let out a desperate wail.

Shen Qinglan looked back, this kind of ancestor worship ceremony different from the Central Plains was too barbaric and bloody, he didn't want to witness it.Zhuo Tianyi noticed his movement, tightened his arms, and hugged him into his arms, "Are you afraid?"

His deep voice carried a faint smile and concern. Shen Qinglan leaned her face on his shoulder. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of Zheng Shuming and Zhang Mingyuan who were also protecting their wives in their arms in the same way. She immediately felt uncomfortable. .

Although the relationship with Zhuo Tianyi has long been no secret in the Zhuo family, and Zhuo Tianyi has never shied away from it in front of everyone, and Shen Qinglan has long since gone with him when she failed to resist, but in the face of the public, he treats himself as a He still can't stand the scene where a woman is as protective.

Shen Qinglan broke away from Zhuo Tianyi's arm holding him, and pushed him away, "No." Bite the bullet and cast her eyes back under the wooden pillar.

There was blood under the wooden pillar, the head of the ox had been chopped off and placed in a round bamboo slat. A strong man opened the mouth of the ox and pulled out the ox tongue, and poked it in with a bamboo stick at the tip of the tongue. Picking up the bamboo poles and walking around the wooden pillar three times, all the Miao people in the village cheered, and Jiuling chanted scriptures while shaking golden bells under the wooden pillar.

On the other side, Long Jiu had already disemboweled the cow, took out the viscera and placed it in another bamboo pole, which was carried by four men and rotated around the wooden pole.

After three rounds, the offal and head of the ox were roasted raw in the fire under the wooden post.

People cheered loudly, men, women and children danced drums and reeds. For a while, the valley field was full of voices and drums and music.

Shen Qinglan felt that her hands had been folded into a pair of big hands again, and her callused fingers, which had been practiced in dancing with swords, were still rubbing against his palm, and occasionally fiddled with his palm a few times, making Shen Qinglan feel itchy. Clenching tightly, he mistakenly squeezed those messy fingers into his hand.

Zhuo Tianyi laughed lowly, as if he had won some rare treasure.Shen Qinglan was physically and mentally annoyed by his harassment, and she couldn't do anything to him in front of everyone, so she could only cast her eyes on the grain field, pretending to watch carefully.

Half an hour later, there were a few more firecrackers under the wooden pillars, and the cheers reappeared.Jiuling shook the golden bell and chanted the sacrificial oration. Several strong men carried the roasted cow's head and offal to the wooden table enshrining the god. The whole village followed Long Jiu and Jiuling, kneeling on the wooden table Worship the gods and ancestors in front of the altar under the table.

The whole scene was mysterious, primitive, solemn and pious. Shen Qinglan and everyone in the Zhuo family watched intently and felt deeply.It is rare to see a ceremony with so many people participating in it in the Central Plains, unless it is a royal national ceremony, this visit to Miao Village is also an eye-opener.

In just a moment, the ceremony ended, and the singing and dancing in the valley field resumed, with cheers ringing out from the mountains.The singing, dancing and cheering of the Miao family this time are different from the solemn and mysterious ones before. They are full of joy and enthusiasm from the heart. Most of the singing and dancing are young men and women, and the valley field is full of joyful atmosphere.

Long Jiu commanded his subordinates to distribute the sacrifices to the gods and ancestors on the table to the people in the village and distinguished guests from afar. Several strong men waved knives and axes to chop the roasted pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks into small pieces. They don’t even put dishes, and put them directly on mahogany trays, and distribute them to more than a dozen bonfires, and everyone will share the food by themselves.

As for the cow's head and offal, which are most cherished by the Miao people, Long Jiu sent two young men from the Miao family to the wooden platform to invite Zhuo Tianyi and Gu Qingyang who had single-handedly caught the sacrificial cow in the grain field before, and went with them Work together and distribute to everyone.

Under the wooden pillars, the bonfire reflected everyone's face red, Zhuo Tianyi's figure was still eye-catching even next to the handsome and romantic Gu Qingyang, he took the scimitar in Long Jiu's hand, and held it high , cut the bull's head on the table into two halves from the center with just one knife, and then handed the machete back to Long Jiu, with a manly smile on his face that was even more rigid and heroic by the firelight.

Shen Qinglan noticed that there were several Miao girls around who were secretly looking at him, and Jiu Ling looked at him unabashedly with fiery eyes, and the content in his eyes was ready to come out.

The scene of seeing Meng Huaiyuan offering sacrifices to heaven and earth on the first day of the Lunar New Year in Meng's house involuntarily emerged in his mind. With a solemn expression, he occasionally raised his head to see the bewildered eyes he was looking at him, revealing a doting and gentle smile.

The two are indeed different.

Shen Qinglan withdrew her gaze, drove Zhuo Tianyi's face out of her mind just now, and tried hard to recall all the things she had experienced in the past half a year. For a while, too many complicated and unspeakable emotions flooded her heart.

The author has something to say: President Zhuo Shen Mi watched the ceremony with everyone, Manager Gu played well, and Manager Zhou played well. Everyone is actually very loving.

PS: Less than half of the description of the Miao family’s Guzang ritual in this article comes from Baidu, and most of it comes from the author Hu Su. Please don’t take it seriously.