Chapter 361 What I Have, You Must Have
Hei Xia Zi analyzed the situation carefully and, combining it with what he had said before and after, the first suspect emerged.
Zhang Molan!
Especially knowing that Zhang Molan was the one who hurriedly left just a minute ago, he couldn't help but wonder if that guy had fled for fear of being punished.
Come to think of it, there are not many people in the entire Zhang family who have the courage to hit Daidai and the ability to inflict such a wound.
No matter from which angle you look at it, Zhang Molan is the most suspicious.
Zhang Moyu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that suddenly rose in his heart, and spoke to Hei Xia Zi with an expressionless face.
"I understand. Leave this to me. Go get some medicine and help Daidai treat his wound."
Although it doesn't matter if the wound is not treated, as it will definitely leave a scar anyway, it is better to make the wound heal as quickly as possible and put an end to this unexpected disaster as soon as possible.
Daidai is just a fish, what could it do wrong?
The one who was wrong was definitely Zhang Molan who hit it!
If you want to fight, come at him. What’s the big deal about bullying a fish?
Hei Xia Zi didn't dare to say a word. He watched Zhang Moyu walk away with anger suppressed and a depressed mood.
It looks like he is going to settle the score with the culprit.
Hei Xia Zi touched the big fish head that came up to him, and remembered the scene when he was bullied by Zhang Molan yesterday. He couldn't help but reveal a gloating smile on his face.
"Yohoo~, don't worry, stupid fish, someone has avenged us."
Daidai opened his big mouth mechanically, and his dull eyes turned slowly, as if he understood what Hei Xiazi said and responded with gloating attitude.
That night, two people practiced Sanda for three hours in the annex building where the elders lived, waking up a group of tribesmen who came to enjoy the fun.
Zhang Qiling discovered that Zhang Moyu and Zhang Molan were fighting, and wanted to go over to persuade them to stop, but the two of them joined forces to persuade them back.
Until the next morning, when everyone gathered together for breakfast, Zhang Qiling still didn't know why the two of them started fighting.
Zhang Qiling, who was a little concerned about this matter, wanted to continue asking questions after dinner, but the topic was inadvertently brought to another place by Zhang Moyu.
"The family's planned ceremony for the Heavenly Sacrifice will be held in four months. We must find a time to get the clan leader's personal guards out before then. We can't delay any longer."
In the Zhang family's traditional ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, there is a process in which the clan leader leads half of his personal guards to perform Nuo dance.
This process is the most likely way to communicate with the world consciousness besides burning incense to heaven and earth. It is also an indispensable tradition passed down by the Zhang family.
If the clan leader does not choose his personal guards, this process cannot proceed.
Although the clan leader could jump alone, Zhang Moyu felt that Zhang Qiling would definitely not agree.
After all, the child is thin-skinned, and dancing alone and dancing with a group are two completely different feelings. He will be braver with someone accompanying him.
"Can I not choose?"
As the patriarch of the "Hai" generation, if he wants to choose personal guards, the people he can choose are limited to the "Hai" generation.
However, Zhang Qiling felt that no one in the "Hai" generation was capable of fighting, and he looked down on his own people.
The clan leader's personal guards are there to protect the clan leader and serve as the last line of defense.
But if that group of guys of the same generation really encounter danger, I don’t know who will protect whom.
Moreover, Zhang Qiling also knew that if he gathered family members to select personal guards, Zhang Moyu would definitely seize this opportunity to let him confirm the martial arts master of this generation as well.
Zhang Qiling felt that he was a little uncomfortable with Wuzong's unique method of choosing the leader of the army by having the clan leaders throw a bouquet of flowers.
He had a premonition that after he threw out this bouquet, he would have to face the ridicule behind his back from all the young members of the tribe, including Hei Xia Zi, for a long time.
Thanks for the invitation. He just wants to be a quiet and beautiful patriarch and doesn't want to be the center of gossip among others.
"Are you sure you don't want to choose? I guess you haven't read the process of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony I wrote yet."
Zhang Moyu drank his tea leisurely and spoke slowly.
“During the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, the clan leader’s personal guards will not only serve as your honor guard and accompany you through the ceremony, but will also dance the Nuo dance with you.
Of course, if you're determined not to choose the chief's personal guards, that's fine too, but when it comes to the Nuo dance, you'll have to do it alone."
After hearing his words, Zhang Qiling's expression instantly stiffened, and his eyes were confused and empty.
He knew that some sacrificial ceremonies included the Nuo dance, but he didn't expect that the Zhang family also had it.
Shouldn't the sacrificial dance be performed by the priests? Even if their family doesn't have a high priest, the elders in charge of ritual sacrifices should be allowed to dance. Why would the patriarch be the one to do it?
Zhang Qiling didn't understand and questioned it. He felt that the elders of his family must have bullied him because he was ignorant and made such arrangements on purpose!
Receiving the suspicious gaze from his dear clan leader, Zhang Moyu was not at all flustered. He put down his teacup, looked straight at him without avoiding his eyes, and spoke with confidence.
"Don't even think about escaping! Whether it's the Wu Shou authorization ceremony or the Nuo dance to worship the heavens, they must all be performed!"
He didn't know about other clan leaders, but he went through the same thing back then!
Zhang Moyu feels that whatever he has, his son must have it too!
Anyway, he is a thing of the past. How can we not pass on such a fun and interesting tradition?
Zhang Qiling looked at his determined expression, and confirmed that there was no room for maneuver in this matter. In an instant, he felt like an eggplant hit by frost. Although his expression did not change much, his whole body exuded a wilted feeling.
Looking at the aggrieved and adorable little boy, Zhang Moyu smiled and spoke softly to comfort him.
"You don't have to worry too much. Our Zhang family's Nuo dance doesn't actually have a fixed dance pattern. You just need to follow the rhythm of the drums. Even if you make a mistake, no one will know.
Moreover, most of the movements are open and close, vigorous and powerful, crisp and neat, simple and generous, and are full of power and visual sense.
Just like practicing martial arts in the morning, if you really can't do it, just treat it as your ancient black gold sword instead of a bronze bell that needs to be shaken rhythmically."
Zhang Qiling, who was successfully comforted, nodded silently.
With the Nuo dance, a hurdle he had to overcome, waiting ahead, Zhang Qiling suddenly felt that Wu Shou's strange selection process was not so embarrassing.
"Gather the family members and select personal guards."
Finally, the clan leader agreed to choose personal guards, and Zhang Moyu spoke with a smile as Zhang Qiling had expected.
"Now that we've gathered all the family members, why not take this opportunity to select the martial leader of the 'Hai' generation? This will come to pass eventually."
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