From Wa Ling's words, Shao Zifeng figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
In the final analysis, there was a misunderstanding between the two sides. Daxia officials thought that Wa Ling would wake up after sleeping for a while, while Wa Ling thought that Daxia would sacrifice to him so that he could regain his strength as soon as possible.
And the key to the misunderstanding is the sacrifice He said.
Shao Zifeng's spiritual body sat cross-legged in the void: "I think I probably know it, but there is one thing I still don't quite understand. I don't know what sacrifice you mean?"
The angry Wa Ling was stunned and looked at him in disbelief: "Have you Donghuang ethnic group even forgotten the ritual of sacrifice? Then how do most of your leaders sacrifice to the sky every year?"
"Sacrificing to Heaven?"
Shao Zifeng chewed on this unfamiliar and familiar vocabulary. In the feudal era of the Great Xia Dynasty, there was indeed a tradition of emperors offering sacrifices to heaven, but this tradition has been abolished since more than a hundred years ago, so this word is still very unfamiliar to him.
He shook his head slightly: "We don't offer sacrifices to heaven."
"No sacrifice to the sky?" Wa Ling stammered and asked, and then asked unwillingly: "Then what about praying for rain? If you don't sacrifice to the sky, what will you do if you encounter severe droughts and floods?"
"This." Shao Zifeng explained, pinching his chin, "We built a dam in Daxia to prevent floods, and the south-to-north water diversion to prevent droughts. It's really not enough and we can still have artificial rainfall."
"Do you understand artificial rainfall? It is to choose the right time to use airplanes or rockets to sprinkle dry ice, salt powder and other catalysts in the clouds to make the clouds rain or increase rainfall to relieve drought." Understand, this explains it."
"It's over. It's over." Wa Ling's tail supporting his body softened, and he collapsed on the ground. His two short hands spread out, his eyes staring blankly at the void, and he muttered: "Unworthy descendants, this The group of unworthy descendants is over, I will be gone."
As he spoke, there were tear-like lines in his big eyes, which kept sliding down his face.
When Shao Zifeng saw this, he couldn't go any further. He pondered for a moment and said cautiously to Wa Ling: "If possible, you can tell me how to sacrifice, and I will find a way to report it to our chief."
"Really!" Wa Ling's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she instantly bounced off the ground, holding Shao Zifeng's spiritual body with two small hands, looking at him expectantly.
"Um."
Shao Zifeng nodded.
Now that the storm is about to come, if they tell the top management that there is a way to help Wa Ling wake up, they must be more active than Shao Zifeng.
"That's great!" Wa Ling burst into laughter, his chubby snake body was coiled into a pile, and he sat on it and pointed his chin with his finger: "I think about it, how did the sacrifice come about?"
"Yes, you follow me." Xiao Waling raised her arms above her head, her fingers spread out like claws, and then he motioned Shao Zifeng to follow.
The corner of Shao Zifeng's mouth twitched: "Sir Wa Huang, can you directly transmit the dance memory to me?"
"No, no!" Wa Ling shook his head solemnly with a small face: "Although my true spirit has become so weak, it is not something you can bear. If you rashly accept my memory, you will be like before."
Shao Zifeng couldn't help shivering when he remembered the previous Huanghuang Tianwei, but he had no choice but to follow Wa Ling to make a shameful move.
"No, no, you can raise your hand a little bit higher, relax your arms and fingers, don't stretch them too tight!"
"Yes, yes, the fingers have to keep shaking."
"Head! Pay attention to the degree of shaking of the head, you look at what I just did!"
"That's right." Wa Ling watched Shao Zifeng do it again, and suddenly raised a delicate brow: "Your lower body keeps up with the movements, you can't just do the upper body movements."
"But." Shao Zifeng stopped what he was doing, looking at the wavy spirit that was coiled into a pile, but he stopped talking.
"But what!"
Xiao Waling crossed Xiaoman's waist and said fiercely, "You unworthy descendant, don't you want to save me!"
As he spoke, Wa Ling's big eyes began to fill with tears again. He sucked his little nose and pretended to be strong: "Forget it, let me die here, anyway, you are an unworthy descendant!"
"That's not what I meant." Shao Zifeng waved his hand with a headache. It's even if your true spirit degenerates. How can you feel that your age is also degrading.
"Don't get me wrong, Lord Wa, the main reason is that you didn't teach me the movements of my lower body."
"Huh?" Xiao Waling was suddenly choked. He blinked and looked at the snake body that he had coiled together, and seemed a little embarrassed.
But seeing Shao Zifeng's half-smiling expression, Xiao Waling said angrily, "Humph! Unworthy descendants! Why didn't you say it earlier!"
Shao Zifeng's smile froze on his face.
Is this my fault
"It's alright, it's alright."
Xiao Wa Ling happily watched Shao Zifeng finish his dance.
Shao Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. Under Xiao Waling's verbal guidance, he finally learned the sacrificial dance. Speaking of which, although this dance doesn't look very good, it is quite exciting to dance a set with closed eyes, and it has a refreshing feeling after letting go of myself.
He stopped the action, looked at Xiao Wa Ling and asked casually, "By the way, I watched TV sacrifices to kill three animals or something. Do you need to prepare any special items?"
Wa Ling was stunned when he heard the words. It sat on the snake that was coiled up in a pile, and muttered while thinking, "Yeah, if there is no sacrifice, it doesn't seem to work. I need something. It's taking too long. already."
Shao Zifeng stood aside and looked at Wa Ling, who was gradually irritable, and couldn't help but take a step back.
He scratched his long hair and said frantically: "Ah, I can't remember, unworthy descendants!!"
Shao Zifeng slowly made a question mark.
"Can't you remember what to call me?"
Wa Ling said angrily: "It's your fault, if it wasn't for you to mention this, I would still be in a good mood now!"
Shao Zifeng:
You are the ancestor, you are happy.
"Forget it, I don't want to, I'll tell you when I think about it." Wa Ling finally gave up the struggle. He loosened the chubby snake body and lay in a circle as if he was nesting in the sofa, leaving the house behind. The femininity is on full display.
He looked at Shao Zifeng: "By the way, you haven't said how the world of Dongzhou is now."
"This one."
Shao Zifeng thought about sitting cross-legged beside Wa Ling. From Xia, Shang and Zhou until last week, Wa Ling's nest quietly listened in the circle and seldom interjected, and only moved the tip of his tail a few times when he was happy. , which is much stronger than that noisy bald dragon.
"Hey, I didn't expect that the famous Donghuang ethnic group of mine was the only one left of the Xia tribe." Wa Ling sighed in an old-fashioned manner: "Forget that battle back then, let's not talk about that."
"I can't help with other things for the time being. Let's talk about the teleportation formation."
Shao Zifeng was refreshed when he heard the words.
Yup.
This guy in front of him is the big guy who passed down the contract formation!
(End of this chapter)