Chapter 2: Mandarin

The men of the flower seedlings collected dry firewood and dug the fire pit.After thanking and praying for the blessing of the God of the Forest, Su Li lit the bonfire with her own hands.

The Huamiao people were going to rush to Xionger Shop at night. After learning that the caravan was preparing to camp, they generously agreed to stay in the dangerous forest with these friends who came from afar.

As the bonfire rose, everyone's emotions also rose.

The honey juice taken from the honeycomb contains twenty jars, and each drop is like golden amber.

The original fine wine in the jar brought greater surprises to the flower seedling men.

According to the custom of flower seedlings, they first sacrificed the gods, then placed the wine jar in the middle, and everyone sat in a circle around the bonfire and took turns drinking with a long-handled spoon.

Huamiao people do not know how to make wine, so they usually use golden sand to exchange wine to worship the gods.

Qi Yuan smiled. Now that there is wine, maybe Hua Miao people will dance the ten thousand dances to worship the gods in a while.

Qi Yuan's smile contained excitement and expectation, a hint of emotion, and a vague nostalgia.

As he was talking, a man with a red face, who jumped into the circle. He sang loudly while shaking his shoulders and stretched out his hand.

The women of the flower seedlings squeezed and sat together, and they pushed and kneaded a companion out with a smile.

The woman's face turned slightly red, but her eyes were as bright as the cold stars in the night sky.

She spread her voice, sang and answered the man, and then handed her hands to the other party.

Then came Kava. Like other Huamiao men, although he was not very tall, he grew up with his hands and was brave. While singing, he directly reached out to a Huamiao woman with a round face.

Amid the laughter of the female companion, the woman stood up generously, grabbed Kava's big hand, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

More and more men are coming out to invite their favorite female companions.

They held hands, and men and women formed a circle, dancing around the bonfire.

The dance of Huamiao people is as unrestrained and enthusiastic as their singing. The thick male voice and the happy female voice are perfectly intertwined.

Accompanied by the singing, they are like a circle of colorful garlands, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

Those beautiful women wearing narrow tube skirts, their skin was white and tender, and their eyebrows were picturesque.

Most of their slender ankles were wearing broken silver bells. In the light and shadow of the bonfire, the women's snow-white calves and slender feet were naked, jumping and falling gently and happily with the rhythm of the singing. The silver bells on their ankles made a crisp and pleasant ringtone, with a unique and beautiful style.

The caravan members were divided into two camps, Cheng Zongyang and others gathered in front, applauding while watching, and even Yun Cangfeng smiled.

The young men of the Yun Chamber of Commerce were straight and sat upright, showing strict discipline in military origin.

At this time, Cheng Zongyang had already realized that the leader of these soldiers in the Northern Palace was the man named Yi Hu.

He was burly and never left his body with a sharp gun behind him.

The man who died under the Ghost Face Bee Poison Hook in the afternoon was his subordinate.

The two sides walked together along the way, and it was obvious that the brothers and sisters of these soldiers were deeply in love. However, when the ghost-faced bee was taken away, Yi Hu only calmly ordered the soldiers to collect the bodies of their comrades, without any expression on his face.

Judging from the appearance of those soldiers, they would not move even if they sat until dawn.

The Huamiao people have more women and fewer men. Su Li is the patriarch. The veiled girl, Ajia and Axi, have to offer it to the Dragon God and the Witch King. There are three or four women who have no dance companions. Their bright eyes look at these strange guests from time to time, and their fiery eyes are heart-pounding.

Qi Yuan suddenly stood up and sang in Nanhuang Mandarin: Flipping over the green mountains that are not high and wading through the bottomless river, the merchant coming from Wuyuan took the liberty to reach out his hand.Ah, the more beautiful Huamiao girls than Brother Yueyi, who would like to dance with me to make the gods happy.

His slightly unfamiliar singing made the remaining flower seedlings laugh, and then a slender woman stood up and sang: The song floated in front of me.Friends from afar, you travel through mountains and rivers, walk through winding mountain roads, and come to the southern wasteland to be our guests.

As she sang, the woman took Qi Yuan's hand, Qi Yuan turned her head and blinked at Cheng Zongyang, and merged into the dancing crowd.

Does Qi Laosi have this trick?

Cheng Zongyang looked at the scene.Qi Yuan, who is not good-looking, looks like a different person, and he also looks like a dance of Huamiao people, which is no less than those Huamiao men.

Wu Zhanwei's eyes were so slit that he laughed so hard that Lao Qi was so romantic back then, and he got along with a flower seedling woman. Later...

Wu Zhanwei smacked his lips and said nothing more.

Cheng Zongyang's heart moved, and he remembered the story Qi Yuan told. Could it be that he dumped the person?

Wu Zhanwei shook his head, don’t look at Lao Qi’s smoothness, he is actually a man who values ​​friendship.That incident...

Alas, before leaving, the woman chased her for dozens of miles, crying while chasing her. Lao Qi also cried in the car, tears flowing like tears.

Later, he came to the Southern Wilderness again, but ended up getting miasma and almost died. He even tried to find someone in Huamiao.

After returning from the Southern Wilderness, he fell seriously ill and lay down for half a year before he got up.Don’t look at Lao Qi’s climbing mountains now and he is better than me back then, but that time he collapsed.

Found it?

No.I heard that I was getting married, so Lao Qi gave up.In the future, as long as you go to the southern desert, the fourth brother is the first, but you just don’t go to the flower seedlings.

Cheng Zongyang touched his nose and then looked at Qi Yuan's green and yellow face, which seemed to be much more pleasing to him.

With Qi Yuan taking the lead, several brave young guards were ready to move. Cheng Zongyang simply waved his hand and went as long as he wanted to, as long as he didn't embarrass me.

Shi Gang smirked and jumped out and found a girl he liked the most. The Huamiao woman handed her hand to the more handsome Xiao Wei.

Shi Gang was disappointed and was about to give in, but another woman stood up with a smile and grabbed his hand.

Shi Gang was suddenly filled with joy, and his face was so smiling that he couldn't see his teeth.

Cheng Zongyang patted Wu Zhanwei on the shoulder, Wu Dadao, don’t you go?

Wu Zhanwei's head was shaking, Old Wu can play with his sword, but this is not good.The girls' barefoots were white and tender, and Old Wu was finished by accidentally stepping on them.

As he said that, he looked around and lowered his voice: Guard Ning is not here, why don’t you go?

After getting on the cliff, Ningyu never showed up. Cheng Zongyang was used to her sudden disappearance, and he didn't care. He smiled and said, "I'm waiting to see the second master's fun."

On the other side, Wu Erlang pursed his thick mane and stood up and strode over like a tiger with his head out of the forest.

Go up the mountains and look at the plains, and there is a red peony on the river.

Wu Erlang sang loudly: It seems easier to pick than to pick it, but it is useless to pick it if you can’t pick it.Ah Mei’s red peony is in vain if she can’t pick it up.

Cheng Zongyang squirted out a sip of wine, and the lyrics of Wu Er were too naked.If you sing to a strange woman on the street to pick her red peony, you will have to slap her in the face the cheapest.

Su Li's face was also slightly red. Fortunately, Wu Erlang's words were not used in the Nanhuang barbarian language, and the people in the clan might not be able to understand them.

She carried her hands behind her back, raised her chin slightly, and sang: "A brave man of the Baiwu clan, if you can sacrifice to the gods, please stretch out your hand."

Wu Erlang was overjoyed and stretched out his big hand without hesitation. If I lie, let the ghost-faced bee's poisonous hook pierce all over my body!

Su Li smiled and spat and handed him the white palm.Wu Erlang pulled it gently, and Su Liying stood up.

The Huamiao people were dancing happily. As soon as the two stepped into the circle, the Huamiao men and women immediately gathered over and surrounded the two in the center.The men made oh-oh cry, their feet stepped hard to the ground, and the flower seedlings trembled slightly between their teeth, singing happily Ali Li's simple syllables flowed out from their sterling silver throats, with the pure beauty of nature.

Cheng Zongyang leaned against the tree and said: Brother Yun, what kind of dance is Wanwu?

Huamiao people use thousands of dances to worship the sky, pray for gods, go to war, and ask for rain.

Yun Cangfeng said: There are probably too many types, which is called Wanwu.It is rarely seen in places other than the seedlings.

Cheng Zongyang looked to the other side, Brother Xie?

The bee wax and honey on Xie Yi's body have been erased, but it still emits a faint sweet fragrance.His gentle smile is full of the charm of a mature man, reminding people of the gentle and humble gentleman.

No one knew how he escaped from the ghost-faced bee chased, and Xie Yi only smiled but said nothing about his experience at that time.

The only thing that is certain is that those ghost-faced bees have never appeared again.For some reason, they even gave up their original hives and disappeared deep in the dense forest.

The Prince's Day's Catalogue of ︽ Hundred Dances︾Search on the origins of more than ten thousand dances.

Xie Yi said: The author said that Wan Wu is the ancestral dance of Hua Miao.Flower seedlings were originally called flower scorpion, and the word Wan is the word scorpion.

As he said that, Xie Yi wrote a ten thousand words on the ground, and explained while marking: There are double pincers in front of the ten thousand words, the dorsal and abdominal armor are covered with sections, and there is a curved scorpion hook at the tail.

Yun Cangfeng looked at the vigorous and ancient ten thousand words, and after a long time he stroked his palm and sighed: I have written these ten thousand words countless times, but I never found it to be a scorpion pattern.Now it seems that it is true that it is complete in the beginning and the end, and it is both physical and spiritual.

So, Wanwu is Scorpio dance?

Maybe.

Xie Yi smiled and said: Prince Chao has never been to the Southern Wilderness, it is just a one-man statement, and it may not be the truth.

Wan Wu in the field became more and more exciting and louder. The Huamiao men made various fighting moves. Kava, who was already drunk, cheered loudly, and his hands quickly patted his bronze shoulders and strong chest.

Two red clouds appeared on the fair cheeks of those flower seedling women. They raised their arms, their naked calves swung back and forth with the rhythm of singing and dancing, and their feet were as white as frost and snow.

Qi Yuan patted his shoulders and chest like those authentic Huamiao men, shouting and dancing. His blue and yellow faces showed an excited blood color, as if the soul of the Huamiao people had merged into his bloodline.

Huamiao people are generally not tall, and the tall figure of the patriarch Su Li is completely anomaly.

Her height of 1.9 meters can only be worthy of Wu Erlang's majestic body.

One of them is tall and burly, with a fierce and powerful figure, and the other is slender, plump and beautiful, and undoubtedly becomes the most eye-catching focus of the crowd.

Wanwu's dance moves are passionate and unrestrained, full of heart-shaking power.In the burning bonfire, Su Lixue's skin was beautiful, her clothes were red like fire, her cheeks were slightly red, and her beautiful eyes emitted a slight brilliance.

Suddenly, the loud singing slowed down, and the gathered Huamiao men and women scattered back hand in hand, turning into a circle, and only Wu Erlang and Su Li were left beside the bonfire.

Su Li put her hands on her waist and looked at Wu Erlang with enchanting eyes.

She slowly raised her knees, and the smooth legs poked out from her skirt and took a light step.

The golden tiger spots on Wu Erlang's face bulged slightly, and he raised his head and made a long roar like a dragon and tiger roar.

Su Li raised her arms, her white bare feet were on the ground, and she swung around the bonfire.

The men and women next to them no longer sing, but patted their shoulders rhythmically, and each person's face showed a look of joy and excitement.

Su Li's dance posture is extremely complex, and the scattered red skirt looks like a blooming peony.She swirled, and walked around the burning bonfire like flying flowers, getting closer and closer to Wu Erlang.

When Wu Erlang's roar stopped, Su Li danced to him at the same time and rotated rapidly around his body.

Her plump breasts kept shaking, and her long and soft body seemed to be a swaying vine, climbing onto Wu Erlang's tall body as if it were towering trees.

Wu Erlang's muscles and bones were as iron as iron, and his broad chest couldn't help but undulate.

Suddenly he raised his arm and hugged Su Li's slender waist.

Su Li's red skirt fell down, and her whole body rested on his wide palm.

Then Bai Liu's waist bent backwards, and the white and beautiful legs raised, putting her beautiful jade feet on Wu Erlang's shoulders.

The two of them had their eyes in exchange, and Wu Erlang's golden tiger spots were sweating. He held Su Li's waist and hips, carried one of her raised legs on his shoulders, then leaned back, thrusting his waist and abdomen forward, thrusting between her legs in a majestic posture.

Cheng Zongyang widened his eyes: This is not a dance, it is completely simulating sexual intercourse.

Xie Yi said with a faint smile: The predecessor once recorded in the book that the climax of Wan Wu was a scene where a man and a woman danced, imitating the scene of a scorpion group mating.Xie was fortunate to witness it and confirmed it with the records in the book.The ancients really did not deceive me.

When Yun Cangfeng saw Cheng Zongyang's surprise, he also explained with a smile: The people in the Southern Wilderness believe that the affairs of men and women can make the land fertile and the tribes reproduce.Some tribes in the Southern Wilderness will select the most beautiful men and women of the tribe during spring plowing, and join forces on the land to be plowed to pray for a good harvest.

While speaking, Su Li was already lying down by the campfire, her legs bent and spread.

Wu Erlang's majestic body was lying on her body, and his waist and abdomen were undulating between her legs through the red skirt.

At this time, the men and women around the flower seedlings were also entangled. Like Su Li, they just made various tempting movements, and their bodies were not directly attached to each other.

The heat of the bonfire seemed to be getting higher and higher, and everyone's forehead was filled with shiny sweat.

The soldiers of the Northern Army sat upright, their faces flushed red.

Wu Zhanwei quipped and made a gesture to Yi Biao, laughing.

Yi Biao's face turned red like a purple eggplant, and his waist and back were still straight.

On the other side of the bonfire, only three women with flower seedlings remained in place.

The veiled bride sat quietly under the tree, half of her body covered in shadows.

She put her hands in front of her, and the bright red wedding dress on her chest was tense and slightly undulating.

Ajia's cheeks were slightly red, her head was hanging down, and she pulled the bead chains made of red coral in her neck with one hand.

Only Ah Xi stared at the lewd dance in the field without blinking, her little mouth pouted slightly, her expression was both excited and a little dissatisfied.

A Xi's eyes moved away from the field, and his agile eyes swam on Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang blinked at her jokingly, and the girl Huamiao sticks out her tongue, makes a face at him, and then straightens her chest like a demonstration.

Cheng Zongyang pointed to Su Li in the field, pointed to her chest again, then raised his finger and shook it.

Ah Xi glared at Cheng Zongyang like an angry kitten. She looked around, then unbuttoned the buttons on her chest, revealing a piece of white and tender skin, and proudly raised her up.

Under the firelight, the girl's tender breasts showed a full curve, and her skin was dazzlingly white.Cheng Zongyang didn't expect her to be so arrogant, so he had to admit defeat and give a thumbs up at the girl's naked snow breasts.

Ah Xi covered her shirt proudly and wrinkled her nose at him.Then he turned his eyes and quietly took off the bride's wedding dress.

The bride, who had been quiet and picturesque, still lowered her head, and her pair of hand holding her hands gently slid, holding Ah Xi's wrist.

Axi's brows were tightened, revealing a painful expression.

The bride let go of her hand and slapped hard on the back of Ah Xi's hand.

A Xi did not dare to speak, but just looked at the bride with resentment, fiddling with the silver bell on her ankle unwillingly, while looking at Cheng Zongyang from time to time.

Cheng Zongyang was watching interestingly, but Xie Yi suddenly said: Brother Cheng is interested in making a fortune?

oh?

Without waiting for him to answer, Xie Yi took out three copper zhu from his sleeve and scattered it on the ground.

Brother Cheng has good luck.

Xie Yi said half serious and half jokingly: At midnight tonight, Brother Cheng will have an adventure a hundred feet away from this southwest.

What?

Brother Cheng will know whether it is true or not.

Xie Yi calmly put away the copper zhu. This is a definite number in his fate. It is a foreboding. I would like to remember Brother Cheng.

Before Cheng Zongyang could understand, Xie Yi had already bowed and stood up and left.

At this time, Wan Wu in the field had reached its climax. Su Li was lying in front of the bonfire in the mating position of animals, birds, insects and pigs. Wu Erlang knelt on one knee, hugged her waist with both hands, and thrust vigorously behind her buttocks.

The men and women around them made various poses, and pairs were intertwined, imitating the entangled and rolling posture of the scorpion group mating.

They no longer sing, but incorporate all their body and mind into this sacred dance.

Although they were separated by clothes, their passionate and explicit actions fully demonstrated the strength of men and the softness and beauty of women, and even Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel his heart.

For Huamiao people, the greatest miracle in the world is the continuation of bloodlines and the reproduction of races.

With the intercourse between men and women, the birth of a new life, everything is full of mysterious and awesome power.

They used thousands of dances to sacrifice this great power, to sacrifice the gods that have made them reproduce from generation to generation.

The matriarch of Huamiao's naked skin was covered with shiny sweat. Her red skirt was slid on one side, revealing her plump snow buttocks on one side. Her white and slippery thighs were completely exposed, white and slender.

A string of sweat beads flowed through the tattoo on the upper edge of her thighs, leaving a wet and bright light on her snow-white skin.

Su Li's hair bun was slightly loosened, and a strand of black hair hung on the side of her face.

She tilted her head slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked at the figure full of male aura from time to time. She bent her waist and tried her best to thrust her snow buttocks back, as if she was having a fierce intercourse with the man behind her. The gorgeous jade face was full of bright smiles.

Finally, everything calmed down.The bonfire gradually went out, and the burning firewood flashed with a dark red light in the fire pit.

The camping caravans held up the tent.

Baihu Store uses ordinary cloth tents. The attack of the ghost-faced bees caused them to lose one horse and two walking mules, but fortunately they did not lose their manpower.

The guards and slaves lived in groups of three or three, although they were simple, they could still accommodate them.

Except for the small tent made of a tart cloth in Yuncangfeng, the soldiers used cowhide tents.

Those leather tents are huge and heavy, but they are well-made and exquisitely crafted. Each tent can accommodate eight people. Only two tents are enough for everyone to live in, which is lighter than those in the mall.

The Huamiao people were simpler. They cut down a few huge banana leaves, set up a tent for the bride, and left two men to protect them, and the others scattered into the woods.

As expected, the flower and melon people were all separated by a man and a woman.

What surprised Cheng Zongyang was that Xiao Wei actually crawled into the forest with the Huamiao woman who was dancing with him just now, but none of the Huamiao people showed a strange expression.

The Southern Wilderness is different from the Six Dynasties.The custom of Huamiao people is that a woman will use stones to build a room for her at home, so that her daughter can live there by herself, and she can stay overnight if she has a good relationship.

Qi Yuan took a sip of wine and said with a grin: When you get married, Huamiao women will become chaste. No matter how many good things they have in the past, they will only recognize their husbands when they become relatives.

People in the Six Dynasties believed that the customs of the Southern Wilderness were not good and said it was lewdness.I see that the custom of Huamiao people is better than that of the Six Dynasties.People in the Six Dynasties paid attention to the words of matchmakers and the orders of their parents. A man and a woman had never met each other and they had to form a family.It’s okay if you are lucky, but if you encounter something inappropriate, you will inevitably suffer for a lifetime.It’s not like the flower seedlings, life is smooth and comfortable.

Others say that Huamiao is lustful and does not know etiquette and law, which is a beast's behavior.But the women in Huamiao are not prostitutes, men do not thieves, and the men and women who become relatives are kept together, and you and I am.Compared to those who steal men and raise wives, they are so powerful that they are so powerful.

Qi Yuan smiled and shook his hand. I was drunk and said nonsense. You have heard these words.

Cheng Zongyang took the wine gourd and took a sip. I think you are right.

Qi Yuan fell silent.

After a while, he sang in a hoarse voice and whispered: Peach blossoms bloom all over the mountains in January, and I feel annoyed if I can't see my sister.I remembered seeing you in my dream in the middle of the night, and woke up from the water and the mountains...