"Liu Dance?" Li Huowang's mind never turned around. The thing slowly approaching in the distance did not look like the liu dance he remembered.

First of all, in his impression, the body of the lion dance that represents the festiveness will not be a large piece of thin white cloth that looks very dirty, and the so-called lion dance has no head at all!

There is a hazy white light source inside the raised white cloth. Through the lower end of the white cloth, it illuminates everything around. What you see is the light below.

If it were just a shiny white cloth, Li Huowang Biao would not think it was evil. What is more intriguing is the shriveled palm prints released from the white cloth

Under the light source, the entire white cloth became a little transparent, and the large or small palm prints were clearly presented to Li Huowang.

As the lion dance approached, Li Huowang saw more details on the white cloth, including white ears, and many white ears on the cloth, just like someone else's funeral was carrying the same white ears on the spiritual banner.

Li Huowang's eyes moved downward and looked at the lion's feet under the white cloth. What caught his eye were some barefoots covered with mud.

If the only thing that can be matched with a lion dance is the feet under the white cloth and the hands supporting the white cloth, it seems to be dancing at the same time with a certain rhythm.

Every time there is a dance and shaking, some kind of wooden poles will be knocked against each other from this big cloth, as if it is accompaniment.

"Senior Brother Li, it's okay. I've seen this since I was a child. I was scared to tears at that time. Later, I saw it a few more times and I got used to it." Sun Baolu tried to help Li Huowang relieve his concerns.

Li Huowang used his hand to alertly pull the brass mask on his face, covering his face as much as possible.

"Sometimes things you get used to may not be safe. Also, why doesn't this lion have a head?"

"Because they haven't even started their masters, they are still apprentices. Only the master of lion dances is qualified to hang the lion's head. These kids are just going to practice while no one comes out to practice at night."

After Sun Baolu finished explaining to Li Huowang, he looked up and shouted at the lion dance next to him. Judging from his tone, it seemed to be some words of encouragement.

However, no one responded to Sun Baolu's words. They were like an elephant lying on the ground and had already died, slowly walking by Li Huowang with a special melody.

After a while, the lion dance finally left, leaving Li Huowang with a gradually distant back.

"Senior Brother Li, look, there is nothing wrong with Qingqiu. Qingqiu is different from other places. With the blessing of the Heaven of Eternal Life, those evil spirits dare not act rashly."

Li Huowang, who was still vigilant, looked up at him, turned around and walked into the inn. "You Changshengtian is so stingy? You only protect this part?"

"That's what my tribe said anyway."

"Are these lion dancers taught by the master and apprentices from generation to generation?"

"No, they all have their own heritage. There is a group of people in Qingqiu who specialize in lion dance. I heard it is called Lion Dance Palace."

"Liu Dance Palace?" Li Huowang murmured and repeated the word. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but now he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly, just as Li Huowang was thinking hard about this problem, the monk next to him who was leaning his fingers quickly stomped his feet anxiously and said hurriedly: "Taoist, something is wrong! What's wrong with those lion dancers' heads!"

"Hmm?" Li Huowang looked at the monk beside him in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"You didn't count just now? That number doesn't match! The hands that hold the cloth have more than the feet below! There are more hands and fewer feet, and it doesn't match the numbers! Those people must have problems!"

"Wait!" As Li Huowang recalled the scene just now, his body was already cold.

If the monk hadn't reminded him, he almost didn't realize why the lion dancers were more skilled?!

"Senior Brother Li?" Looking at Li Huowang standing there talking to himself, Sun Baolu took a few steps back with some fear.

Just when Sun Baolu was planning to continue talking nonsense, he immediately went back to find someone else to come over with the chain, he saw Senior Brother Li limping inside with crutches.

"Baolu, don't sleep today, we are both vigil!"

"Ah? Alas! OK!" Although I don't know why I had to watch the night in the inn, Sun Baolu still did it.

At the third update that night, Sun Baolu saw Senior Brother Li who had not blinked at all, and suddenly stood up and asked him and others to start rushing.

Although the others were a little confused about why they suddenly rushed to the road at night, they still did as they did. They lost some gold and silver, and there were a few bags of barley and dozens of sheep on the carriage.

"I'm good at this, I'm good at this! When I was a kid, I let the rich man let the sheep goats go for two years!" With Lu Zhuangyuan volunteering, he was temporarily qualified to be the shepherd's position.

They left the Women's Mountain under the moonlight. Li Huowang, who looked behind him from time to time, had a serious expression. Coupled with his tiredness that he had not slept all night, his face looked very ugly.

When everyone saw this face, they felt something was going on. Everyone had no time to leisure other things, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressed.

The puzzled Chun Xiaoman came to Sun Baolu with his sword and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Li? Hasn't he been by your side all the time? He had been with Junior Sister Bai to play well before, why did he become such a virtuous person after one night?"

Sun Baolu hesitated a little and finally told Chun Xiaoman in a low voice. "I don't know either, there is nothing. Maybe."

Speaking of this, his voice lowered a little further, almost as big as a mosquito flying. "Maybe Senior Brother Li is sick again. Didn't he often say that someone was hurting him?"

Xiaoman glanced at the nervous Li Huowang again, turned around and walked to Bai Lingmiao to find out the situation.

However, when I was resting by the river, Chun Xiaoman was still confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Set the pot and put the collected sheep manure under the pot!"

Several people scattered and started digging wild vegetables.

Gouwa's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blew his hands and buckled the two entangled grasshoppers. He carefully broke the grasshopper's legs and wings with his fingers and put them in his waist bag.

"The land in Qingqiu is so fat. After a while, I have caught a plate of hard vegetables."

After tightening the cloth bag, he lay on the ground again and continued to search in the grass.

Soon his attention came to a small bunch of thorns. His fingernails stuck with black dirt steadily cut off a tender thorn, and tore off the barbed skin on the edge, revealing the emerald green core inside.

Put the green core in his mouth and chew it, and the dog's face showed a satisfied expression. He had eaten this wild vegetable by himself, and it tasted good, a bit like crispy celery.

Just as he was about to take these tender thorns in one pot, a basket that suddenly appeared in front of Gouwa scared him.

He raised his head and found that it was Chun Xiaoman's basket. After the woman put down the basket, she turned around and walked towards Li Huowang, whose expression still had no change.
Chapter completed!