Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"Lion dance?" Li Huowang's mind never turned around, and the slowly approaching thing in the distance didn't look like the lion dance in his impression.

First of all, in his impression, the festive lion dance is not a large piece of thin white cloth that looks dirty, and this so-called lion dance has no head at all!

There is a hazy white light source inside the white cloth that is held up. Through the lower end of the white cloth, it illuminates everything around, and what I see is the light below.

If it was just a piece of shiny white cloth, Li Huowang Cake would not think it was evil. What's even more penetrating are the shriveled palm prints on the white cloth.

Under the illumination of the light source, the entire white cloth became transparent with a hint of transparency, clearly presenting the large or small palm print on Li Huowang.

As the lion dance approached, Li Huowang saw more details on the white cloth. There were white spikes, and there were many white spikes on the cloth. It was like someone else's mourners were carrying the same white spikes on the spiritual flag.

Li Huowang looked down and looked at the lion feet under the white cloth. What caught his eye were some bare feet full of mud.

If it is said that the only thing on top of the lion dance is the feet under the white cloth, and the hands supporting the white cloth, as if there is some kind of rhythm dancing at the same time.

Every time it dances and shakes, there will be some kind of sound of wooden poles hitting each other in this big cloth, as if it were accompanied by an accompaniment.

"Brother Li, it's alright. I watched this kind of thing when I was a child, and I was scared to cry at the time. After watching it a few more times, I got used to it." Sun Baolu tried to help Li Huowang to dispel his concerns.

Li Huowang cautiously pulled the brass mask on his face with his hands, covering his face as much as possible.

"Sometimes what you are used to may not necessarily be safe. Also, why does this lion have no head?"

"Because none of them are apprentices, they are still apprentices. Only the master lion dancer is qualified to hang the lion's head. These boys are just taking advantage of no one to come out to practice at night."

After Sun Baolu explained to Li Huowang, he raised his head and shouted at the lion dance beside him. Judging from the tone, it seems to be some encouraging words.

However, the headless lion did not respond to Sun Baolu's words. They were like a long dead elephant lying on the ground, walking slowly past Li Huowang with a special melody.

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

"Senior Brother Li, look, there's nothing wrong. Qingqiu is different from other places. With the blessing of the **** of longevity, those evil spirits don't dare to make trouble."

With the remaining vigilance, Li Huowang looked up at him, turned and walked towards the inn. "You guys are so stingy? Just bless this one?"

"This...that's what my clan said anyway."

"Are these lion dancers taught by masters and disciples from generation to generation?"

"No, it's all inherited. There is a group of people in Qingqiu who teach lion dance. I heard it's called the Lion Dance Palace."

"Lion Dance Palace?" Li Huowang murmured and repeated this word to himself. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but now he was forced to think about it, but he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly, when Li Huowang was thinking hard about this problem, the monk beside him was holding his fingers, stomping his feet anxiously, and hurriedly said: "Taoist, something's wrong! There's something wrong with those lion dancers!"

"Huh?" Li Huowang looked at the hallucination of the monk beside him in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

"You didn't count just now? The numbers don't match! There are more hands supporting the cloth than the feet below! There are more hands and fewer feet, so it can't be counted! There must be something wrong with those people!"

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

If it wasn't for the monk's reminder, he almost didn't realize it. Why do lion dancers have more hands than feet? !

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

Just when Sun Baolu planned that the other party would continue to talk nonsense, then he immediately went back to find others with chains, and saw Senior Brother Li walking in with a crutch, limping inside.

"Bao Lu, don't sleep today, the two of us will keep watch!"

"Ah? Hey! It's fine!" Although he didn't know why he had to keep a vigil in the inn, Sun Baolu complied.

At the third watch that night, Sun Baolu saw Senior Brother Li who didn't blink an eye, suddenly stood up, and told them to start their journey.

Although others were a little puzzled why they suddenly rushed at night, they did so. They lost some gold and silver, and there were a few more bags of highland barley on the carriage. and dozens of sheep.

"I'm good at this, I'm good at this! When I was begging for food when I was a child, I let a rich man let go of the sheep for two years!" With Lu Zhuangyuan volunteering, he was temporarily qualified for the position of sheep herd.

Under the moonlight, they left the Women's Mountain. From time to time, Li Huowang looked behind him with a solemn expression. Coupled with the tiredness of not sleeping all night, his face was very ugly.

Seeing this face, everyone felt that something was happening, and everyone had no intention of doing anything else, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

Confused, Chun Xiaoman came to Sun Baolu with his sword in hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Senior Brother Li? Isn't he by your side all the time? You used to accompany Junior Sister Bai out to play. This kind of virtue?"

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

Speaking of this, his voice lowered a little bit, and it became almost the size of a mosquito flying. "Maybe Senior Brother Li is sick again... Didn't he always say that someone was hurting him before?"

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

But until the river to rest, Chun Xiaoman was still at a loss, not knowing what happened.

"Set up a pot and light the collected sheep dung under the pot!"

A few people dispersed and started digging for wild vegetables.

Gouwa's eyes suddenly lit up~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He clasped the two entangled grasshoppers with his hands. He carefully broke the grasshopper's legs and wings with his fingers and put them into his waist bag inside.

"The land in Qingqiu is fat, so I've caught a plate of hard vegetables in such a short time."

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

Soon his attention came to a small bush of thorns, and his black-stained fingernails firmly cut off a tender thorn, and tore off the barbed skin along the edge, exposing the green inside. Green core.

Putting the green core in his mouth and chewing it, the dog showed a satisfied expression on his face. This wild vegetable has been eaten by himself, and it tastes good, a bit like crispy celery.

Just when he was about to put these tender thorns in a pot, a basket suddenly appeared in front of the dog and startled him.

He raised his head and found that it was Chun Xiaoman's basket. After the woman put down the basket, she turned and walked towards Li Huowang, whose expression remained unchanged.

"When you go back, take it back by the way."