Chapter 280 Kingdom Dinner, Shulotte's Sword Dance!

The stone hall of the Wind Palace is simple and solemn, with the walls decorated with inherited ritual vessels, the ceiling painted with ancient murals, and the curtains of the main god fluttering. The candlelight in the hall is shining brightly, and together with the bonfire in the hall, it shines on the festive faces of the people and drives away the deep night outside the hall.

Xiuluot sat at the head of the banquet, surrounded by the bright firelight, just like the people in front of him. According to the tradition of the tribal alliance, according to different identities, everyone sat down in the four directions, forming a roughly circle.

In the center of the head is the supreme young king, on the left is the trusted teacher Olosh, and on the right is the loyal guard captain Bertard. Next, below the left side of the king, is the noble theocratic priest. The two chief priests, Ugos and Mavilo, are in front, and the middle-level priests such as Bravo are behind. Below the right side of the king are the loyal and warlike commanders of the various legions. According to the tacit alliance convention, the order was veteran Etalik, naval commander Anatli, monkey Kuluka, black wolf Toltec, quartermaster Bergire, miner Ezpan Crocodile Ospai, Sky Family Master Orta, and the last one, the gray soil Puapu. Opposite the king were local administrative officials, headed by Chief Minister Jatiri, and Charape from the bronze workshop.

"This is the team I run the country with!"

Xiuluot smiled and raised the staff in his hand. Soon, the band's bamboo flute played loudly, and the prayer song sounded slowly, and the scene was solemn.

"Praise the Lord! He is omnipotent and gives us food, victory and light!"

The king spoke first.

"Praise the Lord!"

Everyone bowed their heads and prayed, and praised in unison. The low echo echoed in the hall, symbolizing the will of the entire country.

Then, a team of maids came forward and served freshly prepared cocoa. Xiuluot raised his glass again.

"Drink this cup to the full, to celebrate the Supreme Lord, to celebrate the King of the Alliance!"

"Hail the Lord, to celebrate the King!"

"Drink another cup, to celebrate the new year!"

"Hail the New Year, to celebrate your Majesty!"

After drinking the sacred cocoa, the banquet officially began. The staples include fragrant roasted corn tortillas, honeyed boiled black bean puree, soft roasted pumpkin and slightly sweet sweet potatoes. Vegetables include refreshing cold zucchini, fresh boiled cactus, spicy boiled beans, and crispy roasted yam.

After a tiring day, Xiu Luote was really hungry. He took out a baked corn tortilla, spread it with sweet black bean puree, sandwiched a few pieces of yam and zucchini, and spread some chili sauce, and then chewed it happily. It was not until the two soft cakes were eaten that the king had some thoughts and slowly tasted various fresh fruits.

Because it is in the tropics, the variety of fruits at the banquet is extremely rich, which is also a great treat. In front of me are sweet and sour pineapples, fragrant and soft guavas, sweet and sticky soursops, ice cream-like mami fruits, slightly topped cactus fruits, soft and sticky purple figs, Jamaican flowers that taste like hawthorns, and delicious and juicy tomatoes.

Of course, the king's favorite is the black-fleshed persimmon, which is rare in later generations and only produced in Mexico, commonly known as chocolate persimmon. The peel of this black persimmon is very thin and difficult to transport over long distances, and the flesh inside is as soft as jelly. As long as you take a bite, you will be instantly conquered by the amazing taste!

"The flesh is soft and sweet, like a mixture of cream and chocolate, a carefully prepared top-quality soft pudding!"

Xiu Luote enjoyed the delicious black persimmon, and a trace of sincere admiration appeared on his face. Being able to enjoy this superb delicacy in the wild Middle Ages is also a rare benefit for American travelers.

And the most popular ones are all kinds of delicious barbecues. Large pieces of roasted venison with herbs, roasted turkey with pineapples on skewers, and whole roasted fish with allspice. All kinds of roasted meats have a tangy aroma, and there are chili powder, annatto powder, garlic vine, American parsley, and Mexican cumin that can be added at will. These spices that Europeans regard as gold can be found everywhere in the rich Central America and are widely used in the diet of the nobility.

Xiu Luote simply ate two pieces of roasted venison. The venison was very tender, one piece was brushed with some fresh honey, and the other was brushed with some chili salt. Sweet and spicy salt, two different tastes mixed in succession, are endless aftertaste.

At this point, the king was a little thirsty. He picked up the tequila on the table and drank it down his throat happily.

There are roughly three types of drinks at the banquet. Tequila tastes light and is more formal. Honey wine is mellow and sweet, and is the most expensive. Fruit wine has rich and varied flavors depending on the fruit, but it is not solemn enough and is not suitable for offering to others.

Xiuluot raised his glass, and soon several confidants came forward to toast the king. The young king laughed and accepted all the drinks. Then, he took a sip and smiled at everyone.

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere at the banquet became lively. Everyone began to clink glasses, make loud noises, and drink with each other. First, the priests, generals, and civil officials drank together, and then they toasted each other individually. Fellow townsmen, relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms, based on various connections, everyone drank together randomly, and many barriers were vaguely reduced.

Xiuluot smiled. In order to rule for a long time, he encouraged large-scale intermarriage between the Mexica and Purépecha tribes. In the past few months, he personally arranged some weddings. The Mexica generals and Purépecha civil servants gradually established marriage ties. The integration of ethnic groups is advancing, and the upper echelons of the kingdom are being integrated, but it just takes time to complete.

The night is beautiful and the music is joyful. The bonfire radiates warmth, and the wine makes people happy! Before they knew it, the generals were already full of wine and food. The maids came forward again, removed the food from the table, and presented the sacred cocoa.

"Your Highness, you are our marshal, you are our sun! Please let your loyal warriors perform a dance for you!"

The black wolf Toltec stood up proudly and shouted loudly as the representative of the generals. He was the first to come to the open space in the center of the banquet, raised a cup of cocoa, and drank it in greeting to His Highness.

"Very well, my dear general!"

Shulot smiled and nodded, raising the staff.

Soon, the passionate drums suddenly sounded. The black wolf took off his shirt, exposed his muscular upper body, crossed his powerful arms, and danced a wild war dance! His footsteps followed the rhythm of the drums, and he recited heroic poetry.

"A warrior should fight with all his heart! A warrior should sing with all his heart!

We chase victory in battles and we hug each other's shoulders.

We live with a smile and look at the flowers on the battlefield!

Then we die laughing, and the flowers and songs are no longer

"

Shulot looked moved, smiled and nodded. This is a popular samurai poem that is often sung. But only a truly heroic warrior can sing its flavor!

After the war dance ended, Black Wolf was covered in sweat. Then, he strode forward, his muscles trembling like a cheetah, and suddenly fell to the ground in front of the king, raising the warrior's garland with both hands.

"Your Highness, please accept the flowers presented to you by the generals! Our lives are like fresh flowers, blooming faithfully at this moment. We dedicate our lives to you, the highest sun!"

Shulot laughed loudly, stood up, and took the wreath with both hands. He patted Hei Lang's shoulder affectionately, then looked around at the attentive generals, smiling and nodding one by one.

"My warriors, my generals, I will be with you!"

Seeing this, the usually serious Chief Priest Marvelo thought for a moment and pulled Ugos's sleeve.

Ugos stood up knowingly and came to the center of the banquet. The fierce drum beat turned into a vicissitudes of life. The young chief priest of the capital looked solemn, walked with mysterious steps, and chanted gorgeously.

"Ah, the sun god sends down his glory, the Lord God bestows divine enlightenment, and spreads his fame throughout the world.

That is you, the king created by the gods!

You sing in the valley, in Tenochtitlan, where the eagle soars.

You fly in the sky, and in the Lake District of Mikancho, the eagle turns into the sun!

Ah, I look up to the abode of God the Father, I pray for the Kingdom of God on earth, and you are on the Snake Mountain.

"

Hearing this, Shulot looked solemn. This is a traditional sacrificial poem, a deified object of praise, usually only dedicated to the kings of the past who possess divinity. The hall suddenly became solemn, with only the high-pitched chants echoing continuously, falling into everyone's hearts. After a moment, Ugos stopped singing. He stepped forward with a smile and offered a piece of green jade that symbolized wisdom and eternal life.

"Praise the Lord God! Distinguished Lord Priest of the Sect, you are the incarnation of the gods in the human world. And we obey your orders and serve you like we serve the gods!"

"Praise the Lord God! Chief Priest Ugos, thank you for your poem! The future of the feudal country cannot be separated from the priests of the alliance. The glory of the Lord God will surely be spread throughout the world!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, smiling and greeting each other. Xiulote looked at Marvelo again and nodded slightly, and the other party returned the courtesy respectfully.

Jatiri watched silently. He pondered for a while, then took something from Chalape's hand and walked slowly into the temple.

"Your Majesty, I am not good at singing and dancing."

The knowledgeable elder smiled and saluted. Shulot stood up and returned the courtesy solemnly.

"Dear sage, you are the elder of the Prepecha people, so there is no need to be polite."

"Your Majesty, you have the foresight of the eagle, the will of the liger, the patience of the coyote, and the kindness of the tortoise. You treat the people of the lake area well and are the king given to us by the sun god. I would like to represent the millions of Prepecha people. , I bow at your feet and offer my loyalty to you!”

Jatiri looked solemn. In front of everyone, he bowed to the ground and paid homage to the king above him.

"Ah! Sage."

Shulot hurriedly took two steps forward, bent down, and helped the knowledgeable elder up from the ground. He persuaded sincerely.

"Sage, I treat you with the courtesy of a teacher, please don't do this!"

Hearing this, Jatiri smiled slightly. He held a long wooden box in both hands and presented it to the young king in front of him.

"Your Majesty, the people of Prepecha are willing to be your wings and fly into the sky! This is the bronze weapon you ordered Chalape to forge!"

"He got inspiration from the obsidian sharp blades and wooden handles of the war sticks, and mixed and cast the strong spine of low tin and the sharp blade of high tin, taking the best of both worlds, and then added fragments of the Kingdom of God falling from the sky to cast it. A sharp and strong magic weapon"

"Dedicated to you, my majesty! Tolerance and severity coexist, mercy and decisiveness, these are the true soldiers of the king!"

Shulot was startled when he heard this. He took the wooden box and opened it himself. A three-foot-long eight-sided Qin sword suddenly appeared in front of him. The sharp blade glowed with cold light, the solid spine was polished to a translucent finish, and the gold-plated hilt shone brightly, with two pictographic images engraved on it.

The king looked carefully and saw that the pictogram on the front was like a bolt of lightning, symbolizing the unpredictable power of the gods; the pictogram on the back was the pictogram of a person, with his hands spread out in a powerful posture. Obviously, this is the God and the King. The meaning of these two words, traced to similar oracle bone inscriptions, is

"Shen Xia."

Shulot murmured to himself, reciting these two words in a low voice. A strange sense of fate surged into his heart in an instant, as if it had some kind of soul-shaking power. After a moment, he faced everyone, raised his three-foot Qin sword, and announced solemnly.

"Witness the Lord God! This is the Shenxia Sword! My sword of the king!"

"Generals, play music for me!"

When the king gave an order, everyone obeyed. Orosh played the bamboo flute, Ugos blew the bone xun, and Toltec beat the war drum. The fluttering flute, the desolate sound of the xun, and the passionate drums all played together in the stone hall, accompanied by the singing of the generals.

Shulot stood in the center of the hall and slowly drew out his sharp sword. He lightly traced the spine of the sword with his fingertips, violent emotions surged in his chest, and countless memories came to his mind, and finally turned into poems in his mouth.

"A sword is born with a pure heart, and a sword with a pure heart lasts for ten years."

The king raised his head slightly. He thought of the pure feeling in his heart when he first came to this world, and also thought of the child with clear eyes in the Butterfly Palace.

"I fell from the pyramid, and I walked from the Butterfly Palace. I carried a pure heart, like spring water."

After hearing this, Orosh's expression changed. He watched the boy grow up, and many memories were naturally indelible.

"Once you drink the blood of mortals by mistake, you will always have the murderous intention with you."

Shulot lowered his eyes, raised his left hand to block, and stabbed out the long sword with his right hand. This was the first time he killed someone, something he would never forget.

"I wave the weapon in my hand, and I become a blood-stained warrior. I silently pray to the God of War, knowing that this will bring death!"

"The dragon sings in the shallows, thinking about the wind, and the sword is about to move in the box."

Shulot put the sword on his chest and made a gesture to hide the sword. He recalled the time when he was trapped in Tisok's army, and also recalled his first encounter with Avitt, and their shared conversations and ambitions. The dragon and the sword were then, and the king met the king.

"I experienced the battlefield of the first formation, and I held the funeral of the gods. I am an eagle that has just emerged from the nest, pursuing the sacred glory!"

Bertard's eyes grew dark. After a while, he silently clenched his fists on his chest and bowed his head in salute.

"Flying to the top of Qingming Ling, leaning against the sky and overpowering the heroes!"

Shulot took a few steps and waved his sword rapidly. Three years of bloody events flashed through my mind one by one.

The first attack, the first time leading an army to hunt down the king; the answers to the elders in the stone chamber, and the life and death lot of the chief priest Kechar; the first time leading the army to the west, from the wooden castle on the north shore to Lake Eureria , from the river mouth fortress to the Takuro plain, from the battle of kings to the fall of Qin Congcan

"I met many opponents, and I withstood the test of the gods. I overcame obstacles all the way, and walked out of life and death!"

The generals were quiet for a moment and cheered in unison. They followed the invincible His Highness and experienced several brutal battles, so naturally they felt the same way.

"The sword flies to Quanzhen, and the independent east peak opens the gate of heaven."

Shulot stood as straight as a pine, raised the long sword above his head, and lowered the sword in his hand again. He recalled the grand enfeoffment ceremony, the excitement of taking charge of one side, and the full ambition and pride.

"I captured the old king, and I ascended the throne of the Lake District. I built a new kingdom out of the ruins of the kingdom!"

Hearing this, Jatiri was the first to bow his head, and everyone also bowed deeply to pay tribute to the king.

Seeing the surrendered people, Shulot laughed loudly. Years of samurai training have made his body flexible and strong. The sword dance in his hand became more and more intense, with the sound of howling wind in the air, and then suddenly he retracted it!

The young king turned around and looked towards the west where the setting sun was setting. The past era is five hundred years later, and the distant motherland is 20,000 miles away. Everything is far away and has become illusory. For him, all reality, all existence, is only this country, only this home.

Shulot exhaled a long breath. He chanted slowly in a language that no one could understand, like a mysterious prayer.

“It suddenly clears up, rains down, and the wind blows up, and autumn comes and goes.

Once Dapeng has gone twenty thousand miles away, his sword disappears and he falls into the deep darkness of the furnace.

Fuliang does not remember human affairs, and forgets the river and wanders in the vast sea.

The sky, wind and earth roll into endless dusk, and the morning light is a little empty in the distance.

"

The king gently wiped the sword and whispered four deep poems in a deep tone. Soon, Alyssa's beautiful smile appeared in his mind, followed by the vast and undulating sand table of the world, and the world map that was memorized in his heart!

".But the flowers are blooming but not the leaves, and one sword dazzles fifty states!"

Shulot groaned for a moment before suddenly pointing towards the sky. The history of later generations appeared before his eyes, all burned to ashes by the anger in his eyes. Under the influence of drunkenness, he suddenly thrust out the long sword in his hand and pierced the eastern sky! This sword carries awe-inspiring will, no matter how long the time is; this sword carries complete determination, no matter how long the life is!

"I came to the country here with the promise of the gods. I am destined to rule the world and dominate the continent at my feet!"

Phew, a hearty chapter! Haha, the author drank some fruit wine and wrote poems and sang them by himself. Please call me a cat who can write poems. Meow meow!