In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"Ah!" Ah Hua was even more frightened, and hugged her mother's legs tightly.

Zibo sighed, stood up, and also picked up a Shanjun mask from the side and put it on his head.

"Prepare to start the festival!" He shouted angrily.

A fat pig that was screaming in horror was lifted up.

And not far from Pangshan, there is a river.

There is a bridge here for easy access.

At this time, two groups of people are crossing the bridge from two directions.

Crossing the bridge from south to north were four people on horseback, and the one in the lead was wearing simple armor.

And walking from north to south, there is only one person.

One, a middle-aged man with a suitcase and a long sword.

===Chapter 790 Nine I Don’t Know What Cause and Effect===

The middle-aged man, who was carrying the luggage and the long sword, turned his head and glanced at the four grandpas who were riding over the bridge. He sat down on a stone on the side of the road, intending to rest.

"Riding a horse, it's really stylish..."

"Hey...this journey is really tiring, but after serving corvée, you can still return to your hometown alive...you must be lucky." With a casual attitude, he wiped his head with his cuff. sweat.

By May, the weather has obviously warmed up.

"Speaking of which..." The middle-aged man looked to the south and then to the sky, "Can we go to the next village within today... If we are traveling at night... ...tsk."

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and he got up before dawn in the morning and went on his way, walking all the way from the north until now.

"Forget it, let's go to the village on the north side of the river first, but that mountain is quite high. Do we have such a high mountain here...?"

After drinking two sips of water, the middle-aged man wiped the corners of his mouth, stuffed his water bottle back into his bag, and stood up.

Anyway, I don’t want to eat dry biscuits at noon. Besides, if I am the head of the pavilion in Sishui, then the villages here will be my place, so go and see in advance!

After making up his mind, the man stepped on the bridge again and walked from south to north towards Zijia Village at the foot of the Pang Mountain.

......

And in Zijia Village, the Tiger King Wine Festival, which has lasted for a hundred years, has already begun.

The first part of the Tiger King Wine Festival is the Tiger King Dance.

There are eight people from each of the three villages, a total of 24 people. All 24 people wear tiger masks, forming two circles, one circle inside and one circle outside, dancing the long-inherited tiger dance.

In addition to the 24 "tiger attendants" dancing in the arena, there are another 36 drummers holding musical instruments, forming a larger circle at the outermost edge.

The whole scene was very lively and noisy.

In contrast to the liveliness in the center of the village, there is the silence outside the village.

"Is there any activity in this village?" Xiang Liang reined in the reins, looking at the noisy center of the village, his hand on the bronze sword rubbed the hilt slightly.

"It should be the Tiger King Wine Festival. These villages seldom hold such a big event for the whole village." Zi Shu naturally also rides horses, but there is a little hesitation on his face, "But what I have investigated According to the data, the Tiger King Wine Festival should be held in June, and this is only the middle of May..."

"Is this Tiger King Wine Festival worshiping Shanjun?" Xiang Liang turned his head and asked.

"Yes." Zishu nodded, "This Tiger King Wine Festival is held every year, in order to worship that Shanjun and ask Shanjun to protect one side."

"Uncle, let's go and have a look first." Xiang An patted the neck of the horse he was riding, "It's not a problem to keep the pestle at the entrance of this village, aren't we here to settle the cause and effect of the Lao Shizi? ."

"However... Mr. Zishu, what is the cause and effect? ​​It's true that Xiang An and I have never been to Pangshan. How could there be a cause and effect with this Pangshan?" Xiang Yu asked with a frown.

"I don't know either, but what I saw told me that it was indeed your cause and effect. Master Xiang Liang and I were just implicated." Shaking his head, Zishu sighed.

"But if we enter the village, what will happen to the horse? Just leave it here?" Zishu raised his head again and asked.

"This horse was raised by my Xiang family since childhood. Today, I just went to the village to see it. If I let it go, they will go to the river to graze." Xiang Liang got off the horse and said, "When the time comes, you can find it by the river. arrive."

"This... okay." Zi Shu hesitated for a while, then got off his horse and let go of the reins.

Patting the horse's stomach, Xiang An squeezed his wrist: "Go, let's go in!"

"I just don't know if this village is willing to accept outsiders like us when we worship Shanjun here." Xiang Liang's eyes flickered, he walked in the front, towards the center of the village, the scene of the Tiger King Wine Festival, and the other three People followed behind him.

The four horses stayed on the spot for a while, as if to confirm that Xiang Liang and others had temporarily left them, and then under the leadership of one of the horses, they galloped and ran towards the Huaishui tributary to the south. .

"Wow woah——" On the path of several horses, the man with the sword was almost hit and startled, "What's the situation?"

"This is... the horse of the few people just now?" He turned to look at the horse that was running towards the river, muttered to himself, and buckled his face.

"Forget it, what does it have to do with me." Shaking his head, the middle-aged man continued to walk towards Zijia Village.

Xiang Liang and the others had already approached the scene of the Hujun Wine Festival.

"It's so lively!" Xiang An was excited by the atmosphere.

"Hey, fellow villagers, what are you doing?" Under Xiang Liang's instruction, Zishu found a villager who was wandering around the scene and was not interested.

"Huh? Are you... from somewhere else?" The man was a young man, he looked about the same age as Xiang Yu and Xiang An, but he was so thin that he couldn't compare with the stout brothers, and At this age, it is almost time to go to corvée.

The young man glanced at Xiang Liang indifferently, said hello, and then caught a glimpse of the bronze sword on Xiang Liang's waist, who was standing on the side.

"Hey!" He took a step back in fright.

"That—please don't be afraid." Zishu hurriedly put on his hands, "We are not evil people, we are just passing this way, so we wanted to enter the village to see, but you are at the Tiger King Wine Festival?"

"Ah? Ah... Yes, it's the Tiger King Wine Festival, how did you know?" The young man glanced at Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu Xiang An behind Xiang Liang, took back his defensive posture, and nodded slowly. Nodding his head, he asked again suspiciously.

"The place where I live is not too far from here. I have heard of the custom of worshiping Shanjun, but I have never come to worship." Zishu shook his head and said the truth.

"Then let's take a look. Our village doesn't say that outsiders can't look at Bai Shanjun." The young man pointed to the middle, "Just look at it if you want to."

The 24 tiger servants in the middle are still singing and dancing.

Been dancing for a while.

In the middle, the old man of the Zi family was already dancing and sweating profusely, but he still didn't stop his dance steps, just gritted his teeth and insisted.

This Tiger King Wine Festival is like a day for a hundred years, and it is impossible for descendants to make mistakes.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An, watching the Tiger King Dance at the Tiger King Wine Festival, became silent in unison.

"...This feeling is very familiar." Xiang An frowned, holding his hand on the hilt, frowned, and looked at Xiang Yu, "Brother? Do you feel anything?"

Xiang Yu pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of his younger brother.

Glancing at Xiang An, Xiang Yu nodded slowly.

"Although I don't know why I feel this way, but..."

His intuition was telling him—

Danger.

"Mr. Zishu is right."

===Chapter [-]: Dance Closed and Enter the Mountain Two Items Jiejie ===

The Hu Junwu was still dancing, and suddenly the 24 Hu Jun servants all agreed, lay down on the ground, and raised their heads.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The Tiger Lord Shi imitated the tiger's roar, with great momentum.

Xiang An and Xiang Yu were both in place, their eyes flickering, as if they were feeling something, Xiang Liang was the same, and Zi Shu was still chatting with the young descendant.

Everyone didn't pay attention, there was a ghostly seven- or eight-year-old child who slipped to Xiang An's side.

He found the bronze sword on Xiang An's waist, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and wanted to pull it out.

"Um!?"

Sensing that someone's hand was climbing on his sword hilt, Xiang An grabbed the hilt of his bronze sword in less than a second and pulled back.

"Ah!" Before the little boy could react, Xiang Anshun took him and grabbed his hand, throwing the little boy up with tremendous force.

"Huh? A child?" After Xiang An saw who wanted to draw his sword, he was stunned and let go of his hand subconsciously.

The little boy sat on the ground with a bum.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang looked at Xiang An.

"Well, this kid really wants to draw my sword, and then I will" Xiang An scratched the back of his head.

When the little boy saw Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang's eyes, he felt a chill down his spine, and he hid behind Xiang An's legs without thinking.

"Huh?" Xiang An couldn't help it.

Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu's uncle and nephew looked at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The two of them may indeed look a bit

On the other hand, Xiang An, although this boy is not handsome, at least he looks quite safe.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" Xiang An grabbed the little boy by the back collar and lifted the little boy out, looking at the boy helplessly.

"No, it's okay-" The little boy also seemed to realize that something was wrong, stuck his tongue out, and went back into the crowd again.

Xiang An glanced at Xiang Liang, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless.

The Tiger Dance is over, and it's noon.

In Zijia Village, the Tiger Lord servant, pretending to be Zheng Zibo, stood at the front, followed by Lizheng from the other two villages.

The three people held three incense sticks in their hands, but none of them were lit.

Behind the three people, five carried wine, four carried pigs, four carried sheep, and three carried chickens, ducks and geese, and the rest followed behind, holding various tools and utensils, 24 people. There was a long queue.

"Shanjun Wu invites [-] squares to roar the rumors at the foot of the mountain—" Zi Li was speaking loudly.

"Dancing shut-"

"Into the mountain—"

"Bye—— Mountain, Jun!!!"