Chu Xunyu and the other two had to stay in the town for New Year's Eve. They were interrupted by the Miao people while drinking tea. Mu Yuan looked back and was shocked and whispered: "No, will you give us any kind of cup? Or we should do it first and let it go directly?"

Chu Xunyu replied angrily: "Not every Miao person can make a fuss. Besides, you haven't messed with others. Why should your family attack you? Stop it, drink tea, drink tea."

But unexpectedly, the old shopkeeper who heard the sound came out and greeted them warmly. It seemed that he was a regular customer. Mu Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He only heard the old shopkeeper ask, "Why are you here today?"

A young Miao man put the things in his hand on the table and said, "Shopkeeper, we are different from you Han people. The Chinese New Year is different. Yesterday we came to exchange goods, but we forgot that today is the Han people's New Year. I can't go back for the time being, so I will stay here for a few days. When the time comes, we will go back."

"Haha." The shopkeeper smiled, "It just so happens that we are cooking, and we will eat together in the evening, which is lively." After saying that, he waved to Chu Xunyu and the other two.

The Miao people also waved to Chu Xunyu and the young Miao people shouted: "Han friends, let's have a meal together."

Mu Yuan could still understand this sentence. He turned to Chu Xunyu and shook his head, "Forget it, we shouldn't have a 'meal meal' with them. If something happened to happen, it would be too slow."

"Look at your cowardly." Chu Xunyu looked at him with disdain, "You are still a Buddhist disciple, and you have forgotten all the methods of defeating Baijie. Today we will eat together to let you accept the Miao family style in advance."

After saying that, he waved his hand and shouted to them, "Then let's play the table."

Everyone put the table together and sat down. Only after they sat down did everyone see clearly that there were four people on the Miao people, one of which was an older man, two young men were his sons, and the other middle-aged man was his younger brother. It seemed that he had the highest seniority. After the two parties greeted each other, they introduced themselves, but the Miao people reported a bunch of gurgling names, which really didn't understand. The young Miao people laughed and said in Chinese: "We have Han people's names. Our family's surname is Li, my brother's name is Li Li, my uncle's name is Li Zhong, and my father's name is Li Hong."

"It turned out to be Han Miao." Chu Xunyu bowed, "Chu Xunyu."

"Li Yuan."

"Wang Chen."

Everyone knew each other after they shared their names. The New Year's Eve dinner in the Han family always started very early. Soon the old shopkeeper and his wife brought various dishes and dishes of all sizes. Everyone drank a glass of wine on the table and even if the meal was started, they were firecrackers outside the door, and the meal started on New Year's Eve.

After chatting, I realized that the Li family and his group were also here to trade. Every time they came here, they lived with the old shopkeeper. After a while, they became familiar with each other. Moreover, their parents' family was Han people, which Chu Xunyu and the others had been expecting. No wonder the Han people were talking about. Generally speaking, the normal changes are for juniors. This old man named Li Hong would not come forward, but this time it was different. He was waiting here to pick up his family. In addition, he hadn't come here for several years, so he came here to check it out, which was also considered to be a relaxing place.

After getting to know each other, Mu Yuan also let go of his courage and asked carelessly: "Brothers, I heard that the Master of the Cup and Master of the Swordsman on your side are very powerful. Do you know how to do it?"

Brother Li Li laughed when he heard this: "I said, brother, not every man from Meng family knows this kind of magic. Our family is just an ordinary family, so how can we know this kind of thing?" The Miao people also called themselves Meng family.

They were not Master Chu Xunyu's expectations, but Chu Xunyu needed the old man, who greeted the old man on the spot and asked, "The old man is in good health."

The old man nodded with a smile, "A man of sixty is still in good health."

Chu Xunyu asked: "The old man is OK in Chinese. Did he come to the Central Plains when he was young?"

"I've been here, I've been here." The old man said happily, "When I was young, I went out early and worked as a mate. I ran to Zhejiang as far as I could, so I knew my wife."

"Hahaha..." Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Older people may hear about the news about the ancient Dian Kingdom. They can get clues by getting close to them. It is called "dial tongue" in the world. Didn't Chu Xunyu start? After a few strokes, they became familiar with each other. Chu Xunyu immediately asked: "Old man, before we came, I heard from my friend that there was a country in southern Xinjiang called Dian Kingdom, but we don't believe it, because we have never heard of it before, and we even made a bet. Do you know?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Bao immediately shouted: "Brother, we will have a meal again. No country or country is not a country. If we talk about such a thing, it would be amazing if the government army heard about the treason."

The old man touched his beard very seriously and said to Chu Xun: "Brother, you may lose this bet."

When he heard that there was a door, Mu Yuan immediately came up and asked, "That's what, my master, you really have this country here."

The old man nodded slowly, and everyone calmed down and waited to listen to the story: "When I was a child, I heard from the old man that we are here, a long time ago, there was a man who said that he had obtained the true teachings of Panhu, which was very powerful. He built a big golden city, full of jewelry, and there were monsters living in it, and he specifically deceived passers-by to eat human flesh and drink human blood."

"What a mess." Mu Yuan asked Chu Xunyu in a low voice, "Isn't this Golden City established by Zhuang Zhuang? Why do you eat human flesh and drink human blood? He said that this kid got the true teachings of Pan and what is called Pan and what is called Pan? Did a demon disciple sneak into the southern border?"

"Let it go..." Chu Xunyu hadn't considered that so many outsiders were present, he would curse Mu Yuan Buqiu on the spot and scolded him in a low voice, "What are you talking nonsense? If you have nothing to do, you will not feel embarrassed to say this? The Panhu they said was the Creation God in the Miao people's faith, a god dog. Later, it became a human being, similar to Pangu in the Han people's faith. He walked around with an axe all day, and chopped east and west without any trouble, and then the world separated."

"Why does this sound so familiar?" Mu Yuan smiled, "It's similar to what we often say about Pangu's creation. It seems that the Creator Gods of all races are idle and use an axe to chop them randomly, so they can't help but be relatives of cousins."

"Let me go..." Chu Xunyu almost swears again. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. Or was it important to be serious. "I guess when Zhuang Zhuo established the Dian Kingdom, he made up himself and obtained the true teachings of the creation god Panhu. The Miao people worshiped their ancestors and took advantage of the ignorance of the villagers to fool them to win people's hearts."

Li Bao interrupted and asked, "Dad, we have never heard of this."

"This is all the past." The old man lit his cigarette puff again and sang it at the top of his voice. "When we were young, we sang the folk songs in our Meng family. In the deep mountains and by the big lake, there is a golden village with many lumps of gold inside. The light emitted over the sun. Passersby, be careful not to be deceived by gold. The gold inside was despised by our ancestors. Once you go in, you will not see your wife."

"Wow! This song is so ugly..." Mu Yuan twitched the corners of her mouth.

Chu Xunyu stepped on him under the table and continued to ask with a smile: "Old man, then where is this Golden City?"

Li Bao also asked excitedly: "That's right, dad, where are we? Let's go find some gold, which is much better than what we live now."

"It's not possible, it's not possible." The old man quickly put down his pipe and shook his hand. "You young people, you must be down-to-earth in making money. The Golden City is all told in the story, and no one knows where it is. I once heard that many people went to look for it, but they didn't come back. Don't think about it anymore, but you should be honest."

Everyone smiled embarrassedly and talked about other idle articles. Mu Yuan complained in a low voice: "I didn't say this, why is every mysterious place in the deep mountains and by the big lake?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why do you call it a 'mysterious place'? Do you think it's a pancake stall in front of your house? You can find it after you go out?" Chu Xunyu gave him a blank look, turned around and beat the old man again, haha, "Old man, aren't we also heard people say it, we are just curious and want to go over and have fun."

"It's not that I won't say it, I really don't know." The old man said after taking a bite of the dish. "This story has been passed down for thousands of years. Now fewer and fewer people know it, and they are all singing in songs."

"What did that song sing later?"

"I can't remember either." The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a long time. "Now there are fewer and fewer people who can sing this song. After all, who will remember it for such a long time?"

Chu Xunyu was shocked and asked in surprise: "Do you always say 'Ancient Miao Song'?"

"Hey?" The old man felt energetic when he heard this, "You guy is so amazing. The Han family even knows the ancient songs of our Meng family?"

Mu Yuan hurriedly asked Chu Xunyu: "Yanlang, do you know this song too? I didn't expect that you are still proficient in music, how did you sing it?"

"I can't sing." Chu Xunyu answered firmly.

"Then aren't you taking off your pants and putting them... to speak out?" Mu Yuan became annoyed.

Wangchen interrupted and asked in a low voice: "What is the origin of this song?"

Chu Xunyu saw them chatting with each other, so he explained in a low voice: "This song is called 'Ancient Miao Song', also called 'Mengjia Tuzi'. My letter records that this is a strange song passed down by word of mouth among the Miao people in ancient times. There are tens of thousands of lyrics in the whole article. After singing it for half a day, my voice will smoke. It contains the stories of the Miao people's religious beliefs, customs, customs, the origin of the art of surrendering, etc., and it is all-encompassing, it is simply a Miao people's "Records of the Grand Historian."

"Then how do you find this "Records of the Grand Historian"?" Mu Yuan asked anxiously.

"Who knows." Chu Xunyu was also very annoyed, "This song has been passed down for thousands of years, and now there are fewer and fewer people who can sing. And you sing one part and one part. Just like us Han people, who would have nothing to do to memorize "Records of the Grand Historian"?"

"Then who is Sima Qian in "Records of the Grand Historian"?" Wangchen is worthy of being an old man, and he revealed the key point in one sentence, "Who is his author? Is he dead or alive? Where is he alive? Where is he buried? If it really doesn't work, let's go to his descendants to ask."

"This is even more unknown." Chu Xunyu shook his head helplessly, "The Miao people had a glorious civilization in ancient times and founded their own written records, called "Ancient Miao people". However, due to mysterious wars and natural disasters, their writing disappeared, and civilization declined from then on, which ruined the only accurate proof of writing in history, leaving only the ancient Miao songs passed down by word of mouth. Therefore, there is no specific detailed record of these lyrics, and the author does not know who it was. The Miao people said that it was handed over to them by the Creator God. We can't burn incense and pray to find their Creator God."

"I found it and I had to slap us Han people to death." Mu Yuan curled his lips, "Don't say these useless things, leave this to me."

"Do you have an idea?" Chu Xunyu and Wangchen looked at him curiously.

"It's easy to deal with." Mu Yuan said with a proud look on his face, "After the closing is turned on in two days, we will be able to go to southern Xinjiang. The omniscient creation gods are hard to find these days. Older men run around the streets. At that time, we will look for older people and ask them to sing for us. It's best to bring a Miao person who understands Chinese and tell us the meaning of Miao language. It's all over."

"It's useless." Chu Xunyu waved his hand, "This song is too long. Do you know which section we have in? Besides, you are looking for everything everywhere, who will sing it to you?"

"Isn't it okay for me to spend money?" Mu Yuan shouted, "We spend money to ask the old man to sing, or silk forging, cloth, or salt. As long as we can know how to sing this song, we will sing all the way, for ten days and half a month, I don't believe that we can't make a song, thinking that we can still be stumped by a song?"

Wangchen and Chu Xunyu looked at each other, and Chu Xunyu said, "Bajie, although your method is to plant soybeans on the head of the bed..."

"What's the meaning?"
Chapter completed!