Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

Chapter 108 108. The Guide of Dance

"Let me take a look." Ye Sang didn't notice Gan Cang's little thoughts and just thought that Gan Cang's painting was really crooked. In her heart, men are not good at doing this.

Yucang gave his cloth to Ye Sang: "The painting is a bit ugly."

Ye Sang smiled: "It's okay, just erase it and redraw it."

She erased the charcoal lines on the hide, then asked Tagura to put his hand on the hide while she drew for him.

The two of them were close to each other and looked very intimate.

The people around laughed secretly. If Sang didn't become a witch, then she and Yucang would be a perfect match.

Ye Sang looked focused and quickly drew the palm of Gan Cang: "Okay, use scissors to cut along these lines and cut off the palm."

"Yes." Tangang took the cloth and scissors into his hands and started cutting them attentively.

Ye Sang watched Tan Cang cut his own for a while before going to cut his own.

After cutting off one palm, compare it with the same cut on the other palm, then sew the two pieces of animal skin together and turn them over.

The gloves were very simple. After an hour, everyone in the cave made a pair of gloves and put them on their hands.

Tan Cang showed the gloves he made to Ye Sang: "Sang, what do you think of my gloves?"

"It's very good. It would be better if the stitches could be made more precise." In fact, the sewing is not very good, but it certainly can't be said like that. Ye Sang won't say offensive words.

After hearing this, Yucang was very happy: "I will go back and practice, and I will definitely sew better next time."

Ye Sang nodded: "I believe you."

Lu said: "It's getting late, let's go back to bed. Sang is tired too, so let her rest."

The fish echoed: "Yes, let's go and learn tomorrow."

Everyone left Ye Sang's cave one after another.

Gancang was the last one to leave. After thinking for a while, he put the things in Ye Sang's cave: "I'll come to you to learn from you tomorrow, okay?"

Looking into the other party's deep and focused eyes, Ye Sang couldn't say no words of rejection: "Okay."

Tan Cang left happily.

The cold wind kept pouring into the cave. Ye Sang closed the "door" of the cave, turned around, put out the bonfire, washed his hands, and went to bed.

Hua showed the gloves she made to Ye Sang: "Sister, do you think they look good?"

Ye Sang looked at it carefully and commented: "The gloves are well made, but the needlework needs to be improved, but it will be better if you sew more in the future."

Hua smiled and said, "Sister, I will make a pair of gloves for Yun'er tomorrow."

Ye Sang raised Yun'er's little hand and looked at it: "Okay, this little hand should look cute wearing gloves."

The two chatted for a while, and then Hua fell asleep. Ye Sang was still awake, so she checked out the mall to learn fighting skills.

Training officially starts tomorrow, so I can get some useful information.

After studying until eleven o'clock, Ye Sang closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

Snowing.

Ye Sang stood in front of the cave, watching the catkin-like snow falling, creating an elegant and cool beauty on the entire earth.

The snow was so small that it melted as soon as it fell on the ground. You could only see that the ground was wet, not white.

Xi waved to Ye Sang at the foot of the mountain: "Sister, it's time for breakfast."

"Here we come." Ye Sang returned to the cave, hugged Yun'er, and walked down the mountain together.

Yun'er was wrapped in a furry animal skin coat and wore an animal skin hat on her head. She was very excited to see the snow, and her little hands kept waving, trying to catch the catkin-like snow.After Ye Sang came down, Sang brought breakfast to Wu. When he came back, they started to have breakfast.

After dinner, Ye Sang continued to study with the witch.

The tribe members went to the back mountains to cut trees and open up wasteland, and the whole tribe had a sense of positivity.

Ye Sang sat on the bamboo stool opposite Wu in an orderly manner: "Wu, what are you studying today?"

Wu was not in a hurry to learn, but asked with concern: "Is your hand healed?"

Ye Sang stretched out his hand: "Okay, it's okay."

Wu looked at Ye Sang's hand and saw that it was indeed fine: "Today I will learn to dance the sacrificial dance. This is a necessary dance for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. During the sacrificial ceremony, you need to dance to invite the gods. Do you understand?"

Ye Sang raised his hand: "Wu, I have a question."

Wu asked kindly: "What's the problem?"

Ye Sang put on a particularly upright attitude and asked, "How did the witch know about the existence of gods?"

The witch seemed to be confused by the question, and was silent for a while before replying: "This is what the last witch told me. As for how the last witch knew, it was naturally what the last witch said. They passed it on one by one, just like the picture on the wall. The picture is the same.”

Ye Sang nodded: "Wu, I understand."

"Then let's start learning." Wu stood up and showed Ye Sang the sacrificial dance.

This sacrificial dance is also passed down from generation to generation. It is impossible to know how many generations it has been passed down, but it can feel ancient.

Ye Sang took the drum and beat it in time with the shaman's sacrificial dance.

While playing the drums, she once again felt that strange feeling, indescribable, as if she had entered a certain state that could cleanse people's hearts and make them broad, open-minded, ethereal and beautiful.

The sacrificial dance is not only ancient, but also full of rhythm. Every step of the witch steps on the rhythm, which looks quite beautiful.

The whole process lasted for two or three minutes. After the shaman's sacrificial dance, he was panting.

Wu gasped: "As you get older, the more you dance, the harder it will be. When you learn it, I will take you with me for the first sacrifice, and you will be the one to preside over it from now on."

Ye Sang smiled and said, "Then I will try to learn it as soon as possible."

Wu smiled: "Did you remember the dance just now?"

"I remember a little bit, I'm going to try it." Ye Sang took a deep breath, with a risk-taking attitude, recalled the dance steps, and tried clumsily.

Wu stood up and walked over, pointing to the wall next to the almanac: "The process of the sacrificial dance is engraved there, take a look."

The cave was dark, and Ye Sang didn't notice that there were paintings on the inside of the almanac. After Wu reminded her, she saw several rows of paintings.

It's more like a sculpture than a painting. It's quite clear and you can understand it with a little effort.

But Wu was afraid that Ye Sang wouldn't understand, so he explained it to her personally.

With this picture, Ye Sang doesn't need a witch to teach her how to dance over and over again, she can teach herself.

Looking at the picture, Ye Sang started practicing awkwardly.

The strange feeling happened again. Ye Sang was dancing, and she seemed to see a dancer in front of her. She couldn't see the appearance clearly, she could only see the other person dancing. She watched the other person dance, and her movements gradually became smoother, one after another. Another movement, very silky smooth.

After persevering, Ye Sang actually finished the dance completely.

She stopped, and the guidance immediately disappeared.

Ye Sang looked around carefully: Could it be that he was dazzled?
"Witch, let me ask you something. When you perform a sacrificial dance, will you see a guide?"

Wu smiled: "I will see it at the beginning, but when I learn it, I won't be able to see it."

Ye Sang fell into a huge confusion: Is there really a god?

(End of this chapter)