[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

This is no ordinary thief.

When the dust approached, more than a dozen strong men wielding swords and sticks appeared on black horses, Cui Song and the two finally got a clear look at the faces of these uninvited guests.

He is tall and strong, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He is wearing a blue mulberry jacket with a fist-sized animal skull tied around his waist. His hair is braided and feathers are placed on his head. At first glance, he is different from the current mainstream style.

When Cui Song formed a team with Xun Yu, he also encountered several small-scale bandits, but none of them had this style of painting.

When these "bandits" found Cui Song and the two, they waved their big knives more excitedly; those without knives swung their feathered sticks and babbled syllables that Cui Song couldn't understand.

...Is this the Indian cannibal tribe coming out to eat people?

Cui Song couldn't help but feel an illusion of "wearing it again". Before he could continue to think about it and imagine a thousand scenes of being dipped in sauce and served with salad, Xu Zhuo who was next to him suddenly said something.

"It's a Di person."

drop people?

Cui Song had never heard this word before, so he was taken aback for a while, before he realized that it was probably a synonym for a certain foreign race.

Although Cui Song didn't know what these strange people wanted to do, but a group of people held big knives and surrounded them to block their way... It doesn't look like they came to say hello, right?

Obviously, Xu Zhuo thought so too.He slightly raised his sword an inch, took a step sideways, and covered Cui Song behind him.

At this time, the shouts of the Di people who seemed to be intimidating and intimidating finally stopped.A young man with the most feathers on his head, who seemed to be the leader, rode forward and looked around Cui Song and the two from a distance, as if observing whether the prey was delicious.

Slowly from east to west, and then slowly from west to east, the leader gave a whistle and rode back to the team.After receiving the leader's instruction, the few Di people in front reined in their horses and retreated to the sides to make way for a narrow passage.

At the end of the passage, in an open space next to the weeds, a person sat on a bony old horse boredly, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The man's hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dust, and he was wearing a Han Chinese shawl, and his clothes were covered with grass clippings and mud.

It was such a young man who looked like a refugee in exile, who actually asked the figure who looked like the leader to gallop forward and cupped his fists respectfully.

"How do you feel, sir?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, casually glanced in Cui Song's direction, and paused slightly on his forehead.

"The roots of horseshoe fern and the leaves of Shanmin. The leaves of the former are smooth, the narrow wings are slightly curved, and have serrations; the latter has long stalks and wedge leaves, and the flowers are like children's five fingers. Both of them like temperature and can be found in nearby valleys."

The leader understood and immediately sent someone to look for it.

This development made Cui Song and the two a little confused.

Xu Zhuo hesitated and said: "Calshodium and Shanmin...sounds like the names of herbs?"

Cui Song also thinks so.

It's all right, what kind of herbs are these people looking for?

Cui Song and Xu Zhuo looked at each other and at the same time came up with an absurd guess.

—Could it be used to heal the wound on his head?

Cui Song felt that this might be too vague, who would aggressively block passers-by who have never met before, just to heal the other party's injury?It's almost the same to catch and test the medicine.

Thinking of this, Cui Song stood up,

"A few..."

The few closest people pulled out their knives in a "bass" and said, "Be honest!"

Cui Song: "...Oh."

Come on, it really is to arrest people to test medicine.

Xu Zhuo stared at the group of people coldly, secretly on guard, as long as they moved slightly, they would draw their swords.

As if sensing Xu Zhuo's murderous intent, those Di people stopped laughing and stared at their every move with burning eyes.

Finally, when the fire was on the verge of breaking out, the person who went out to find herbs came back.

"Here, smash these up and apply them on his head, hurry up." The Di tribe boy ignored Xu Zhuo's hostility and threw the herbal medicine into his arms.

Xu Zhuo was very alert: "What kind of herbal medicine is this?"

The Di tribe boy rolled his eyes at him impatiently: "Of course it is a healing herb." Seeing that Xu Zhuo didn't quite believe it, the whites of his eyes rolled even more, "What's the benefit of lying to you, so many of us, if we really want to hurt you , can you still resist?"

Xu Zhuo was still worried.

"Forget it if you don't believe me." The Di clan boy curled his lips, and was about to take back the herbal medicine, but was cut off by a hand as white as jade.

"Thank you."

The Di tribe boy glanced at Cui Song, but didn't say anything.

"My lord...?" Seeing Cui Song took the herbal medicine, Xu Zhuo was startled, "You..."

He frankly crushed the leaves of grass, wrapped the juice and dregs in fine silk, and stuck it on his forehead.

The cool feeling relieved the continuous stinging pain and relieved the dizziness a lot.

"Jiming, don't worry too much, just like what this strong man said - if he has the intention of doing harm, he really doesn't need to go through so much trouble."

Of course, this is just a scene.

The truth is that the two plants of grass were drawn in the original owner's notes. Although the names were not recorded, the purpose was marked: to remove swelling and stop bleeding.

That's why he took things over so boldly.

Although the bleeding is not much, it cannot be left alone.

Just use the medicine, no matter what these people are planning.

The young man who was called by the leader to poke the old horse's ear with a straw suddenly raised his head and glanced at Cui Song.

Cui Song happened to notice his gaze, and met his eyes.

"Sir"'s face was covered with black and gray, making it difficult to see his face clearly, but his eyes were particularly beautiful. No matter the shape of the eyes or the dark and bright eyeballs, they were all like finely crafted handicrafts, and they were unique.

Even Cui Song, who has seen countless beauties in modern times and has seen all kinds of handsome men and women on the screen and network, couldn't help being stunned when he saw these eyes.

Untimely, a very literary description written in the signature of a talented girl in the same class popped up in his mind.

——It is lighter than water and clearer than wine.

Cui Song couldn't understand what kind of feeling it was before, but now he does.

The owner of those eyes glanced at him indifferently, smiled, and dropped the half-dried straw.

"That's true, if it's for harm, there's really no need to go through so much trouble—"

Seeing him speak, the leader made a gesture.The Di people got up their spirits, closed the encirclement circle, and trapped Cui Song and the two of them.

Cui Song narrowed his eyes and said nothing, Xu Zhuo asked in a deep voice:

"What does this mean?!"

"Money and goods are the only way to trade." "Sir" touched the old horse's head, jumped off the horse's back nimbly, and patted the grass clippings on the hem of the clothes, "Don't you think so naively—this wasteland In this land, there are really some stupid people who are 'enthusiastic about helping others'?"

As if to prove that they are not stupid, the strong men of the Di tribe raised their swords and sticks one after another.

Xu Zhuo couldn't react to this routine, but Cui Song thought: This is the right way.

To put it bluntly... In fact, this group of people are still bandits.

It's just that thieves have their own way, and "take by force" has been changed to "buy and sell by force".