Chapter 292

It was getting dark, except for the dark golden ribbon on the sun's last offering in the west. The sky was already dark, and the moon like a bitten moon was hanging high in the sky, like a silver button inlaid on a black coat. A huge bonfire rose from every corner of Guzang City, with all kinds of people, all waiting for the distinguished guests in the Ma Mansion to come out.

Unlike other places where Han and Qiang hated and attacked each other, this phenomenon has been much alleviated under Ma Teng's rule. He is a Han and has a Qiang bloodline. He has a gentle personality since he was a child and is respected. The Han and Qiang people all obey him and act without being biased towards anyone. Therefore, the people of Guzang can get along well.

Ten huge bonfires rose at the gate of Ma Mansion, reflecting the greasy surface of everyone, shining red.

The two thick wooden doors made a creaking sound of the door shaft turning and opening with difficulty. Ma Teng and Dong Zhao both came out in casual clothes, humbly each other. Le Jin, Zhang Feng, Ma Chao, Ma Dai and others came out one after another.

Except for the two bosses at the front, all the people behind were full of wine and were filled with wine, and the wine was so irritating. The barley wine was low in the form and tasted very light, and there was a smacking aftertaste in the mouth. Several villagers were curious that they would have to dry out when they had wine, but they drank it for 70% to 80%.

Two Qiang girls with big breasts and big buttocks shook their breasts and buttocks and came forward respectfully, handing Ma Teng and Dong Zhao a large bowl of wine. They swayed when walking, and only saw Song Xian and his group shaking their hearts and their mouths were dry.

The general coaxed me again! What's wrong with Qiang girl? Look at her butt shaking!

Several people looked at each other and raised their eyebrows, making a look that even a man could understand. A not-so-pure ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Hou Cheng even drooled.

Ma Teng raised the bowl to Dong Zhao with a smile and signaled: "Sir!"

Then use the tip of the ring finger of your right hand to dip a little barley wine, sprinkle it in the air, three times in a row. Then, a Qiang girl came up and filled the wine again, three times in a row, and finally finished drying it in one sip.

Dong Zhao knew that this was the drinking custom of the Qiang people. He learned how to finish the wine, which won a burst of kind laughter and suffocation from the people around him.

Eight old Qiang men and women, about fifty or sixty years old, stood in a horoscope. The man wore a blue cloth gown, a sheepskin gown, and a blue head quilt. The women's clothing was brighter, with blue or green lace gowns, a row of small plum blossom-shaped silver ornaments on the collar, an embroidered apron and streamers on the waist, and a black head quilt.

At this time, a series of melodious music sounded like a flute but not a flute. Then eight men and women held each other's belts with their little fingers, and sang a folk song that slowly and expresses blessings in Qiang language in unison.

Ma Teng lowered his head and said to Dong Zhao: "Sir, this is the Qiang people expressing their respect for the guests from afar."

Dong Zhaozhi was so happy that he stroked his beard with one hand and said, "Okay."

However, Le Jin became interested in the Qiang people's musical instruments. He pointed to the rows of people holding two bamboo or bone tubes in their mouths and said to Zhang Fengyan: "What is that?"

Zhang Feng only glanced at it: "That's Qiang Dim."

Ma Chao and Ma Dai both looked over with surprise. How did people in this place know about Qiang Di?

The rest of the people were meaningless, why were they all old men and women singing here? How great would it be if those Qiang girls with big breasts and big butts danced a dance? They all looked crooked and their noses were slanted, and they just wanted to fall asleep standing and stand.

Suddenly the voice stopped, and the eight men and women saluted. Each fire surrounded a group of young men and women, starting with the woman leading the dance, either tapping her legs rapidly or rotating left and right, singing non-stop in her mouth. The entire team moved around the circle with her as the center, while the rest sang loudly on the beats, and the atmosphere reached orgasm.

Several perverts suddenly changed from drowsy to energetic, their eyes were as bright as wolves foraging on the grassland, staring at the white wrists and calves that were exposed from time to time by the leading dancers, and screaming loudly.

At this time, a few enthusiastic Qiang girls came out, and Hou Cheng, Le Jin and pulled into the team and danced together. Several of them learned the movements of the women beside them, constantly giving each other a flash of autumn spinach. Dong Zhao could no longer pretend to be serious, and his hee smiles stopped on his face and never disappeared.

Even Zhang Feng was not spared. He was handsome and about the same tall as Ma Teng. Several enthusiastic Qiang girls fell in love with him. His arms were pulled by several people. His huge breasts were squeezed around in front of him and his stomach was squeezed. Zhang Feng, who had already drunk a lot, felt uncomfortable as if the chest and abdomen were burning. In addition, the bright and obvious teasing eyes in the fire had been bright and obvious. He had forgotten all the words he had said about alien women and were strong and savored. From time to time, he grabbed the hands of the two women beside him, pulled and grabbed, but no one thought that he was deliberately taking advantage of this kind of physical contact during group dance.

After all, I'm going to fall.

I remembered Cao Cao's strict order that "if you have a horse, you must have it." While making excuses for yourself to comfort me, I secretly thought about Lao Ma, "Don't not go on the road, I feel so uncomfortable now."

After a dance, Zhang Feng had no substantial progress except for stroking his high drunken chest and round buttocks. Although the two women around him were willing, their eyes were circulating, and their impatient appearance made Zhang Feng restless for a long time, and he wanted to drag the two of them to check in the room.

Ma Chao walked up to Dong Zhao and bowed and said, "Sir, I'm happy today. Chao is willing to dance with his noble family to entertain you." After saying that, he pointed at Zhang Feng.

Oh, why are you still attracted by a man? Zhang Feng was a little amused. What I want now is not a man.

Dong Zhao looked hesitant, Zhang Feng could not hurt him, the Prime Minister's dear. But in front of Ma Teng, the Qiang people were hospitable and martial, and they would definitely hurt their face if they refused.

Le Jin is short and usually serious. Now, after drinking, he saw that most of the limelight was snatched away by Zhang Feng. He burped and said with a red face: "Sir, why not let me go."

"No, sir, I'm so happy. If I don't go, it may hurt everyone's interest. Let me go."

Dong Zhao pondered for a moment. Although Zhang Feng had drunk too much, he would not have any major problems, so he nodded in agreement.

Ma Chao had long wanted to try Zhang Feng's kung fu, but swords were not his strength. Only the Ma family spear was the weapon that made every enemy scared. However, it was best to use it to test martial arts, and it could be done to the point. If this person was a fool, it would not look good to the angel's face.

The Qiang people are very martial and have a strong temperament. They heard that they cheered loudly by sword. The two Qiang girls who had practiced Zhang Feng for a long time before were even more flirting with each other. The spring feelings in their eyes could turn into water, melting the iceberg for thousands of years, staring at Zhang Feng for a moment and never leaving.

Except for Shi Ah, I may not be my opponent, I have never been afraid of other people's swords. Zhang Feng took a sword from Ma Teng and slowly walked into the open space surrounded by the fire. Ma Chao was opposite, and the two stood by the abyss, both of whom were as elegant as the wind.

The beating sparks made both of them look white like women's faces, as bright as mountain flowers. The supporters of both of them were holding their chests, and they breathed a little harder and destroyed the perfect scroll like a flower-like illusion.

Zhang Feng stood up, but his body was straight like a javelin and his sword was drooping, as peaceful as a master who guided Ma Chao to use the sword.

Seeing this, Ma Chao was a little angry, thinking that Zhang Feng looked down on him, so he gave a sword tribute and said, "Please!"

The strange and swaying sparks reflected the two people's sparkling sword bodies. Ma Chao moved first, and raised his sword with a single swaying sound, as if he was carrying the sound of Wanjun. The howling sword wind roared and shouted loudly and came straight towards Zhang Feng's chest.

Zhang Feng didn't even raise his sword, and he cut his left foot to his right foot, twisted his body, and dodged the sword sideways.

Seeing Zhang Feng so arrogant, Ma Chao turned his hand holding the sword without waiting for the sword move and then slashed towards Zhang Feng's chest. This move turned into elbows and armpits, which were very close to Zhang Feng's body. Many people felt that Zhang Feng didn't even raise the sword, so he definitely couldn't escape. Even Dong Zhao was heart-stirring to his throat.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng seemed to have seen that Ma Chao would have such a move. When he flipped his hand, he used his right foot as the center of the circle, stepped on his left foot, and turned around and came behind Ma Chao.

"Okay!" Whether you understand or not, you can see that Zhang Feng's dodging was really exciting, especially Song Xian and Hou Cheng and others, shouting loudly.

Ma Chao suddenly saw Zhang Feng's figure in front of him. He was shocked and rushed forward, twisted his face and turned back, and still slashed with a sword. The sharp sword finger pointed at Zhang Feng's chest.

Zhang Feng always thought that he was too embarrassed to look good, and he no longer avoided it. He stood in front of him with his backhanded finger-wide long sword. The tip of Ma Chao's sword was impartial and stabbed the sword, making a crisp sound.

Now, I don’t know if it was Zhang Feng who blocked it accurately or Ma Chao who stabbed it accurately, but there were a series of loud shouts beside me.

Ma Chao also knew that this man's sword skills were unprecedentedly high, and his body skills were as elusive as a ghost. Obviously, he still showed mercy to him. Otherwise, he would have hid so casually and elegantly, not even needed a sword, and his face would be lost.

After the fight, both of them knew what to do, as if they were performing, and they were like performing. The sword was swept and pointed in the air, raising cold lights, like silver snakes flying, which made the people applaud continuously.

Pang De next to him looked for a long time and knew that Zhang Feng's swordsmanship was inferior to Ma Chao, but he said, "The hero is good at swordsmanship, Pang De will come to learn more."

After drawing the sword, they joined the battle circle, and the two of them worked together to attack Zhang Feng.

My day? Playing double flights? I charge very expensive.

The good Zhang Feng is still like a butterfly, and the sword shadow is like a flutter in the wind. He can always pass by the sword edges of the two, and occasionally fight back with one or two swords, forcing one of them to save himself.

Ma Chao also knew that it would be boring to continue fighting. He stopped and jumped out of the circle, clasped his fists and said, "The hero is good at swordsmanship! I don't know who the hero is named and who is. Those who have such high swordsmanship in the world must not be named or without a surname."

But Zhang Feng still remembered not to show off too much, and he bowed: "The lord is the one who is next to him, and his surname is Zhang."

Seeing that he didn't want to say much, Ma Chao didn't force him.

Dong Zhao hurriedly said, "Haha, it's very wonderful. Thanks to the general for his hospitality. It's too late today, so we'll have to rest."

Ma Teng said a few words quickly and winked. Each of the Qiang girls supported a visitor from Xuchang. The two Qiang girls who had given Zhang Feng a few tons of spinach before.

I don’t know if Dong Zhao has kept his chastity, but everyone else has fallen one by one. Anyway, Lao Cao’s orders are still there...

Zhang Feng even flew away with fire and fire. The two women admired Zhang Feng's handsomeness, and his martial arts were extraordinary. In addition, the Qiang girl was not enthusiastic and proactive in Han women, so she asked Zhang Feng to experience what initiative is. The woman who couldn't hold back screamed, panted and murmured in a lewd manner, and formed a beautiful scene with the unextinguished fire.
Chapter completed!