Song Liyun raised an eyebrow; she had almost forgotten to say "Divine Envoy"!
Last year, on the way to the Uda tribe together, Balin saw her using "divine skills" and kept calling her a goddess.
I didn't want to live with the aura of a "god" so I asked him not to call me that, but I didn't expect him to call me that again now that we meet.
"Chief of Balin, don't be so polite. You've been doing well these days! You've gained quite a bit of weight; don't let your horse slow down!"
She and Bahrain parted ways in Karakol last winter, and although there had been constant news, this was the first time they had actually met.
At that time, Bahrain had just fled the war-torn Mida Valley, and he was haggard and thin.
Now that we've moved to the entrance of Huangsha Valley, we have no more worries, so naturally we feel relaxed and carefree.
Balin touched his chest and said respectfully, "Thank you for the praise, divine messenger. Balin is now stronger and can better protect the homeland for his master."
Song Liyun smiled and said nothing more.
As darkness fell, the two groups of people finally arrived at the valley pasture where the Balin tribe was located.
Originally, there were only two yurts left behind by the Uda tribe here.
It has now become a place where two tribes live together.
Besides the yurts, rows of wooden houses were neatly arranged on the grassland, resembling a small village from the Wu Dynasty.
The cattle were also kept in enclosures and fed crushed hay.
Everything was built according to Song Liyun's imagination, so it seems that using prefabricated houses to build a transitional period is feasible.
There's also construction going on in the Mida River Valley, and Zhao Tingduo is in charge of it, but she doesn't know the details yet.
However, seeing the yurts and prefabricated houses interspersed together, I suddenly felt a strange sense of harmony.
The people in the tribe had been waiting all day, and when they saw the chief bring back the distinguished guest, men, women, and children all came out to greet him.
As Song Liyun entered the village, Zhemao led the tribespeople to prostrate themselves on the ground.
The tallest houses in the center of the village were specially prepared as resting places for Song Liyun.
Xiao An had never ridden a horse for such a long time before, and was already exhausted.
After eating the meal prepared by the Bahrain tribe, everyone went to rest early.
At dawn the next day, the cattle herd, driven by the herders, headed towards the distant pastures.
When Song Liyun came out of the house, Zhemao was already waiting at the door with the girls from the tribe, ready to serve their master.
After eating the meal prepared by Yunniang, Zhemao accompanied Xiao'an to hunt rabbits on the grassland.
Han Ming and Song Liyun went to check on the situation in the tribe to see what supplies were needed for their lives.
The day passed quickly. In the evening, when Song Liyun, Abu, and Han Ming returned from riding their horses outside, a bonfire had already been set up in the tribe, and mutton was being roasted.
The welcoming ceremony of the Bahraini tribe then officially began.
Under the light of the fire, Balin introduced several tribal elders to Song Liyun.
The horn sounded and the cowhide drum was beaten. In front of all the tribesmen, several elders knelt on the ground under Balin's leadership and shouted loudly to Song Liyun, who was sitting by the campfire: "The Balin tribe is willing to serve the God Messenger Song with our flesh and blood for generations. We must not betray Song Liyun. If we break our oath, we will suffer the torment of being fed by wolves."
After saying that, he took out a small knife and made a cut on his arm, and blood immediately rolled onto Song Liyun's dress.
The other elders took turns slashing their own arms with knives and sprinkling their blood at Song Liyun's feet.
The Bahrainis bowed their heads and sang softly, their long, deep voices seemingly able to penetrate the heart. Coupled with the crackling of the burning flames and the howling night wind, the scene was both bloody and eerie.
Abu had only heard of this kind of oath-taking ceremony, but had never seen it.
Han Ming had never seen it either.
They already knew that the Balin tribe was a vassal tribe that followed Song Liyun, and they were still shocked at this moment.
The stench of blood hadn't dissipated yet when Balin knelt on the ground, looking up at Song Liyun: "This servant begs for blessings from his master!"
Blessing?
Song Liyun was also stunned by the scene before her. Surrounded by human blood, her mind was still a bit muddled.
Balin bowed respectfully and said, "Master, putting the firewood you brought into the campfire is a blessing for the tribe!"
oh oh!
She remembered something Zhemao had said, telling her to bring wood or firewood, which was meant to bring blessings.
Song Liyun stood up, walked to the campfire, and asked Balin and the elders, "How much firewood do you need?"
Balin said, "It is up to the master to decide!"
Song Liyun understood: When it comes to bestowing blessings, of course the more the better!
Therefore, under Song Liyun's command, all the people of the Balin tribe retreated three zhang away, including Han Ming and Abu.
With a wave of her hand, Song Liyun conjured up a pile of firewood. In just a few breaths, the firewood, like a small mountain, formed a high wall around the campfire.
The flames that had been burning fiercely just moments before began to flicker, desperately shooting out their own light from the top of the woodpile to prevent them from being extinguished.
The sudden appearance of the firewood mountain startled the people of the Balin tribe, and they all knelt on the ground and began to chant loudly.
Balin and several tribal elders stared wide-eyed for a long time before shouting, "The Balin tribe is eternal!"
He shouted, then suddenly jumped up and urged everyone to quickly move the firewood.
They certainly want as many blessings as possible.
According to custom, the host symbolically places a brand new piece of firewood into the fire, signifying that the tribe's campfire will never go out and will be passed down from generation to generation.
But Bahrain didn't explain clearly, and Song Liyun also thought the more the better.
But that's too much.
It would take at least several months to burn them all.
Trees are scarce on the grassland, and this amount of firewood is enough for the tribe to use for heating in the winter. It can't be burned up like this.
The Bahraini people were also excited.
At first, all they knew was that the chieftain was to lead the entire clan in serving a woman from the Wu Dynasty.
To be honest, I was still somewhat unwilling, even though this woman brought a new life to the tribe, bringing rice, flour, sugar, salt, and tea.
But the blood sacrifice comes at the cost of the service of one's descendants, which is still too difficult. He only agreed because of the pressure from the chieftain and the clan elders.
Seeing this woman from the Wu Dynasty display her divine skills firsthand, he realized just how wise the tribal elder was.
They felt a surge of pride from the bottom of their hearts.
In the future, they will belong to the greatest divinely blessed tribe, and become a famous presence on the grasslands.
Of course, the divine messenger is the young mistress of the Uda tribe. The Uda tribe is first, and the Balin tribe is second.
The expressions of the people watching the ceremony varied.
Abu was shocked and incredulous, yet also incredibly excited.
He had never personally witnessed Song Liyun using spatial abilities.
All I heard was Granny Qi telling the lady that he should serve the young mistress with the utmost loyalty.
Because the young mistress accepted the protective bracelet from Granny Qi, she is a shaman who can protect the tribe.
With her eyes closed, Yun Niangzi murmured incessantly, clutching the wolf tooth pendant around her neck.
Having lived in Baolin for so long, she never doubted that Song Liyun had any connection with "God".
In her heart, the girl was always the bodhisattva who saved her and her son's lives.
Fang Zheng and several other soldiers from the Lei Battalion were as shocked as Abu, but more than that, they were filled with fear due to their incomprehension.
They didn't understand the traditions of the Di people and felt it was an incredible thing, definitely related to the strange rituals of the tribe. They dared not look any longer and quickly moved away.
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