The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 324: Dancing and learning to dance, different treatments

The breeze blows gently, stirring the golden ocean formed by the golden grass.

In the ocean with waves rising and falling, dozens of people lined up in a row, pushing carts forward.

"hurry up!"

The Hao warrior holding the iron spear frowned and shouted angrily.

The slaves pushing the carts hurriedly quickened their pace, fearing that they would be hit by the spear handles.

Being injured means being unable to work, and a slave who cannot work does not deserve to live.

With a squeak, the rotating wheels stopped.

Using stones to block the wheels, the sweaty slaves began to unload the food from the flatbed carts.

Haofa, who was watching them, asked the warrior who was in charge of guarding the slaves nearby.

“No one touches the food on the way?”

"No, as you requested, no one touched the food except those you designated."

"How are the injured tribesmen doing these days?"

Thinking of this, the Hao warriors gnashed their teeth and suppressed their anger:

"There are three brothers who can no longer be warriors, and they are not even qualified to be hunters."

After a moment's silence, Haofa cast his gaze into the depths of the numerous tents.

"What about compensation?"

"Their families are very satisfied with the compensation from the tribe, but they have been asking why the warriors were injured."

"What did you say?"

"I followed your orders and told them that those warriors were injured by ferocious beasts."

"Okay, go and do your work."

The Hao warrior nodded and quickly came to the slaves:

"Old rules! Each of you carry the food you are responsible for!
Don't get the wax on the ceramic lid dirty! And don't let it get damaged!
If anyone has a problem, just go into the stable yourself!"

"Yes!"

The slaves, who were naked from the waist up and wearing linen shirts and shorts, started shouting immediately.

They picked up the pottery jars and walked slowly towards the tents.

I don’t know how long it took, but Cao’er, panting and holding the pottery jar, stopped in front of a tent.

He pushed the curtain open with his shoulder and walked in.

After placing the clay pot next to the fire pit, Cao'er did not leave immediately, but stood there and stared intently at the sturdy young man "dancing" in front of him.

Swish!
The young man's clothes were shaking, his whole body was trembling, and he muttered to himself:

"It starts from the feet, spreads to the legs, is controlled by the waist, and is carried out by the fists.

Move the body first, then the fist. The fist moves with the body, and the body moves as it wishes. . . "

The sturdy young man finished dancing and speaking.

The silent grass lifted the curtain and left.

He walked straight to the flatbed and took down another large clay pot.

"and many more."

The soldier next to the flatbed cart stretched out his iron spear to stop the advancing Cao'er.

"Did he talk to you today?"

"Without an owner, he pointed at the pottery jar and held up two fingers, just like usual."

“Well, okay, go ahead.

Remember, you can talk to people in tents, but they will not talk back.

Whatever they say, tell me right away."

"Okay, master."

She returned to the tent, put down the grass in the pottery jar, and started "dancing" while the young man was eating.

"slow."

"almost."

"I'm not breathing right."

The young man who was sitting by the fire eating did not look at Cao'er, but Cao'er took his words very seriously and kept adjusting her "dancing posture".

After dancing, the young man ate up all the food in two large clay pots.

Then, Cao'er picked up the large pottery jar and hesitated before taking a deep breath:

“Yes, yes, there are people who also want to learn “dancing” and they are also slaves.

"Dancing" can prevent us from being bullied and allow us to defeat slaves who are stronger than us.

I, I, I want to teach them.”

The young man didn't say anything. He stood up, took off his upper body clothes, and posed in a strange posture.

Spread your legs, bend your knees, hold your arms high and low in the air, and hold them horizontally in front of your body. Align your palms up and down, as if you are holding an invisible ball.

Then, he moved his left and right hands, holding the invisible ball, back and forth.

Then, the invisible ball in the young man's hand gradually grew larger, and the young man's movements became larger and larger.

During this period, the young man only inhaled but did not exhale, and he was constantly increasing the intensity of his inhalation.

Woo!
A strange sound came from the young man's mouth and reached Cao'er's ears.

The sound was like a whistling wind.

The next moment, the flesh and blood in the young man's throat began to wriggle violently, like a surging wave. Gradually, the wave surged down to his abdomen and swept through his entire body.

At this moment, the young man's whole body was red, and his flesh and blood were wriggling all over, as if there was a snake nest under his skin where countless red snakes were lurking.

He stretched out his arms as if he was embracing a huge invisible ball.

When the invisible ball became so big that the young man could no longer hold it, his arms that were stretched out suddenly stopped and began to contract and squeeze the ball.

The big ball became smaller and smaller, and the young man sweated more and more.

Finally, the young man put his palms together and intertwined his fingers, and the caught ball disappeared.

call.

The young man exhaled gently.

"Did you see clearly?"

"See clearly, I can't do it."

Hearing this, the young man smiled:
"It's okay, put the can down and I'll help you."

When Cao'er put down the pottery jar, the young man, whose smile turned into a grim smile, said:

"It's just going to hurt."

Whoosh!
The young man flashed and came in front of Cao'er.

Before Cao'er could react, the young man thrust out ten fingers.

In an instant, ten fingers like a violent storm covered Cao'er's entire body.

"what!!!"

A heart-wrenching howl of pain burst out of his mouth.

Not long after, the curtain was lifted by the soldiers who came following the sound.

Inside the tent, a slave curled up on the ground, holding his stomach.

The naked upper body was covered with purple marks.

The young man who was in charge of serving him stood beside him, looking still very angry.

"what happened?"

The soldier frowned.

"Nothing. I asked him when he would rehydrate? He said he didn't know?"

"Huang, calm down.

He wasn't responsible for refilling his water, so he didn't really know when to do so.

Otherwise, I'll have a different slave serve you in the future?"

"No, instead of exchanging slaves, why don't you tell me when I can get out?"

The warrior ignored the young man's question and looked at the slave who was slowly getting up.

"Can I still leave?"

"...able."

The slave covered his abdomen and managed to utter a word.

"Get out now."

The staggering grass followed the warrior and walked out of the tent.

Cao'er followed the soldiers, turning back and forth on the road between the tents.

Soon after, the soldier lifted the curtain and signaled Cao'er to go in with his eyes.

Hao Fa, who was in the tent, looked at the two people who came in and said expressionlessly:

"what happened?"

The soldier told the whole story in brief words.

After listening to this, Haofa, who was sitting by the fire, walked up to Cao'er.

"What did he tell you?"

“Master, he said, when will you replenish the water?
He also asked me, when can I go out? "

"How did you answer?"

"I said, I don't know."

Cao'er, who spoke incoherently, did not anger Haofa.

Cao'er is a slave, and slaves are not worthy of receiving education from the tribe.

It was normal for him to speak incoherently, as some slaves younger than him could not even speak a complete sentence.

"Let him go back, give him some medicine, and let him continue to serve Xiong Kuihuang tomorrow."

"Don't we need to deal with Xiong Kuihuang?"

Haofa, who had turned around, looked back and stared into the soldier's eyes.

“Dealing with what? After being detained for so long, are the questions he asks strange?

Moreover, during this period, more than one person spoke to the slave.

Some people even tried to buy slaves.

Don't you know these things? Why don't you suggest dealing with those people?

I warn you, do not treat Xiong Kuihuang differently because he has hurt people before.

You must remember that before we investigate thoroughly, he is the son of the bear tribe's war chief and a distinguished guest of our allies."

(End of this chapter)