Wuqi did not know how he left the main tent and went back to his temporary residence. His eyes were blank and he turned a deaf ear to people''s instructions along the way. When he sat down and closed his eyes in silence, his ears were still ringing with the words of uville. "All souls, this must be the whispering of the lowest evil spirits from the bottom of the world. Because it sounds so, so, sincere. I don''t know where he was wrong, in oneness, in the whole grassland, or even in the whole world. Isn''t it all you want to do but you can''t do it, and you can''t say what you want to say


    Shaman is confused. His ideal tells him that the leader is right. All the pain on the grassland is due to the people living on their own. They could have set up organizations like those outside the grassland, so that the weak don''t have to be abandoned by their parents, and the old people don''t have to go into the wind and snow alone. No, they are the people of the grassland. They can do better than those people. They can plan their pastures reasonably so that there is no need for tribes to fight against each other. So, so It''s not right. This is not the same as what the spirits have said.


    Wuqi looked up and wanted to go through the top of the tent, across the sky, through all obstacles, to see the starry sky, the starry sky of the spirits. He wanted to know what uville said was wrong, or, as he said, demons are spirits, with no equal power, and the right tools are in the hands of the right people. No, no, when you think so, you are already abandoning the path of the spirits, Wuqi. "The spirits contain good and evil, but they reject evil. Yes, father, yes, yes


    Flames, rise again, shadows, gather again. Standing by the campfire were the heads of the three ministries, while the night sky above them was watching their ancestors. The fire lights up everyone''s face and chest, but not their back and back. When the barbecue is removed, when the toast song no longer reverberates, people know that it is Huazhang now.


    "I believe the ancestors of the three of us have already looked here." Wuvier stood just north of the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames.


    "And I believe they will bring the right opinion." Said the head of basil, a strong man older than uville. His expression was very serious now, and so was the head of tler, who stood opposite him, uncle Holden, whom uville spoke of. The reason is simple. What they''re going to do tonight matters a lot.


    "Don''t we really have to wait for Wuqi to show up? I said he was strange, but he was the most senior shaman in our three tribes. His blood was protected by many spirits Feidun suggested that the old man had always been in favor of wuweil, but he still had doubts about the proposal put forward by him today, which made him want to see Wuqi present. Shamans who follow the way of the spirits should stand with him. They are the representatives of tradition, which is very important in his eyes. Especially at noon today, the appearance of Shaman standing outside the main tent is still in the situation of purpose.


    But there won''t be any shaman seats at tonight''s party, as both uville and wucci know. The young leader waved his hand gently, and his demeanor and calm were impressive. It was as if the man standing here was not a young man who had not yet succeeded. On the contrary, the man standing here was more like a great leader who had become famous all over the world. That kind of self-confidence and not complacent, sophisticated and not timid look is too elusive, the former wuweil is only the future, but now, no one can see through.


    "Uncle faton, I''m sure that our gathering here today is in accordance with the wishes of the spirits. Wuqi has just lost his cabin recently. Now he has a lot of things to do. Besides, I have consulted him. So, let our shaman have a rest day? " There was a smile on uyville''s face, but it only added to the impatience.


    "No, uville. I admit that what you did last night was enough to make you a hero in poetry. However, tribal amalgamation is not a poem. It is related to the life of the three tribes, the pasture, the water, and so on. On this issue, we have to follow the tradition, shaman has to be there, he has to... " Feidun''s words stopped, because the flame in front of him suddenly rushed towards him, and the old man dodged the fate of being licked by the fire tongue. But tonight, there was no wind.


    "Well, what''s the matter! What have you done, uville Even the head of the basil division was worried. He rushed to Holden, pulled the latter up, and roared at uville, who was still smiling. The feidun, who was pulled up by him, looked as if he had thought of something, understood something, and pointed his fingers at wull.


    "Of course I didn''t do anything. As you can see, I''m standing here without moving a finger or saying a word. And I am also very strange, there is no wind tonight, and the three of us are standing by the fire, why, the flame alone toward uncle faton? That''s strange. "


    "Hoo!" The flame tilted again, and the reason for this time was clear to all. It''s a huge bird with a long wingspan. The big bird, with its human face, flew over the fire, howling like a cry in the dark, circling and flying, and the huge dark shadow obscured the stars. Owls are rare birds of prey on the grassland. If the goshawk is the king of the sky during the day, the owl is the master of the night. They are silent hunters with wings, wise men with human features and totems of telle."Look, the spirits are blessing us. They have sent such messengers." Uville looked up at the shadow, and exclaimed. As if in response to his exclamation, in the nearby people''s slight exclamation and the ground tremor slightly, a brown and yellow bull walked to the campfire. This bull is not as big as the previous black bull, but it is still oppressive. Moreover, the brown bull is itself the totem of basil.


    The other two leaders were so surprised that they could not speak. They looked at the totem of their tribe vividly in front of them. They lost the ability of language and thinking. When the bull obediently walked up to him and licked the palm of his right hand with his tongue, the head of basil had knelt on the ground excitedly. But it''s not over. An orange figure leaps from behind onto the shoulders of urvier. It''s the grassland fox, the symbol of the shale tribe. It is no coincidence that three kinds of animals, which are the totems of three parts, appear here together at this time. And wuweil also seized the opportunity and said to the three animals in a sincere tone,


    "the spirits are above me. I am the head of shale tribe, the son of uder, and the grandson of uder. I am here today to do something to honor our ancestors and spirits. I hope that the spirits will allow us to reunite the three clans of shal, basil and terer! With the blood of the same ancestor flowing through our bodies as a covenant, we will love, help and trust each other as never separated. We are no longer owls, no bulls, no longer sand foxes. We will restore our old name and walk on the grassland in the name of tiele


    The three beasts, after uville''s voice dropped, left. The departure was delicate and infuriating. In the eyes of the other two leaders, it must be because wuvel was not satisfied with the arrogant remarks of the three spirits that made them frustrated. But just as they were about to question him, a low, yet resounding, roar came from the darkness, and everyone was subconsciously convinced. Once upon a time, the ancestors of Sanbu took tiele as their name. They lived on the grassland far away from the Cang lion. They were brave and good at fighting. Their totem was a wild animal that none of the three tribes had ever seen. It is said that the beast''s neck has a golden mane, which is the king of land. Once it roars, it can make birds fall from the air and let the wild animals bow in the grass. They call it lion. And the roar was like the roar of a lion in a song.


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