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The sky was not dark yet, and the distant sky was smudged into red.

Small tables were lined up by the bonfire, and several brawny men were shirtless, holding roasted whole lamb to distribute the lamb to everyone on the table.

Among them was a middle-aged man who looked extraordinarily strong, and it was Mayao's father, Ma Huayun, the owner of this tribal farm.

The drone hovered high above the tribe at this time, watching this nomadic campfire party quietly, so netizens could also watch the real ethnic customs.

The heat of Ning Fei's live broadcast room surged again.

At this time, he saw Ma Huayun pouring the horse milk wine in a silver bowl and resting it on the long hada, walking towards Ning Fei, while walking, while singing the traditional Mongolian toast song.

"First cup, to our most expensive guest today, Ning Fei, Buri Gude of the grassland!"

Ma Huayun said boldly.

"Oh~~~"

The other members cheered and the atmosphere became very hot.

At this time, a netizen called "Blue Sky My Home" said:

"This is called pouring wine and toasting guests. It is the traditional Mongolian way of hospitality. Fine wine is the crystallization of grains and the most precious food in the hearts of nomads. Offering fine wine is to express the respect of the prairie herders to the guests."

At this time, Ning Fei first let Ma Huayun wear Hada on his neck, and then took the wine, but did not drink it directly. Instead, he dipped his ring finger into the wine and pointed it towards the sky, earth, and campfire, and then drank the wine in one cup.

Ning Fei's actions made netizens particularly curious.

"What is this?"

Some netizens couldn't help but ask.

[Blue Sky My Home] explained: "It is a traditional Mongolian custom. The guests drink the sky, the earth, and the bonfire respectively, which is to show respect for the heaven, earth, and fire god, and also to accept the pure friendship of the owner."

Hearing his explanation, many netizens suddenly realized.

"There is so much etiquette!"

"Looking at Ning Guanzhu seems to have fully integrated in."

"Wearing a pure Hada, it feels so good."

"I can offer you a hatha with toilet paper."

"Does that feel the same?"

At the bonfire party, everyone ate roasted whole lamb and drank amidst the cheers, it was very bold.

Ning Fei originally had a mediocre amount of alcohol, but there was no way he didn't drink it on the occasion just now. After this cup, he suddenly got a little bit up.

But fortunately, after a few bites of roast lamb, it slowed down.

The mutton tastes very good, fat but not greasy, and full of fragrant chewing. The roast lamb here is really amazing, I am afraid that other places may not be able to eat such delicious lamb.

"Not bad."

Ning Fei exclaimed.

Ning Fei drank milk tea that is unique to the Mongolian nationality. The people in the tribe liked tea with milk wine and milk. Basically, three meals a day cannot be separated from tea.

The taste of kumiss is too strong. Some people will find it very delicious if they like it, and those who don't like it will feel dizzy.

Ma Huayun sat in the main seat, Ma Yao and Li Yan sat aside, and Ning Fei and Lin Yue'er sat on the other side. There were not many young people in the tribe, so Ning Fei was arranged with Lin Yue'er.

The Mongolian people are basically good at singing and dancing.

During the banquet, the sound of matouqin and Mongolian songs hovered around the bonfire. Then, a big man left his seat and went to dance by the campfire.

His dance is unique to ethnic minorities, with a unique flavor against the flames.

Others cheered for him.

Netizens watched the live broadcast and were very envious.

Ning Fei took them and saw a different way of life.

At this time, the big man's dance finished, and there was a sound of appreciation around him.

"Ning Fei, come and jump!" Mayao shouted at Ning Fei with a smile in the crowd.

"Come here, the eagle of the grassland!"

"Briguld! Come one!"

"Burigude! Burigude!"

"one comes!"

When Mayao shouted, the surrounding atmosphere became more lively, and the others immediately followed.

Netizens were infected by this atmosphere, and barrage came in densely.

"Haha, Ning Guan is the subject of one!"

"Show them a while!"

"Let them see the dance of the Central Plains!"

Ning Fei was very helpless. He had always kept a low profile, but the atmosphere was set here, and he seemed too stingy not to play.

He doesn't know how to dance, this is true.

But, dance sword, he will.

"Little Falcon, get my Peach Wood Sword." Ning Fei stood up and said to Xiao Falcon.

The mahogany sword hung in the house, and there was a ventilation window open in the house, and the little falcon could fly in.

Falcon has a high IQ, and it is not difficult to get a sword.

Then there was a scene that stunned everyone in the tribe.

Seeing Ning Fei walked to the bonfire, the white falcon fell from the sky, holding a mahogany long sword in both claws, and actually handed the long sword to Ning Fei's hand.

Netizens were a little dumbfounded, but after seeing the expressions of the herdsmen, they became happy.

"Hahaha, their expressions are the same as the first time I watched Ning Guan's live broadcast."

"Well, a look of confusion and disbelief."

"This bird is a god!"

"White Falcon gives the sword, how do you compare this style?"

"The herders expressed some doubts about life."

"This is the fairy!"

Ning Fei took the Taomu sword and immediately started!

Sword dance to help wine, this is the favorite performance of ancient Chinese princes and generals, full of ancient charm.

This time, the sword technique Ning Fei chose was Wudang sword!

Wudang sword is both rigid and soft, fast and slow, and full of rhythmic changes.

When it is slow, it is like pacing in a leisurely courtyard, when it is fast, it is like dancing in wild sand. When changing, the wind swings the lotus leaf, which is gentle and natural, elegant and elegant.

In the eyes of the nomads, Ning Fei's movements were clean and neat, full of a sense of wanton beauty.

By the bonfire, Ning Fei's figure was vigorous, leaping up into the sky, like a martial arts master.

And then, it was the scene that stunned everyone.

Ning Fei suddenly stopped, and immediately, he pointed his sword at the ground, drew a full moon, and made an upward slashing movement.

This is not a simple action.

The direction he was facing upward was a bonfire!

His sword power turned into a gust of wind and went straight to the campfire. The bonfire trembled violently, as if it were going to go out!

Sword gas turns into wind!

A powerful swordsman can extinguish a row of candles only with sword aura.

However, the bonfire was just like a man, shaking for a few seconds before calming down again.

Ning Fei’s sturdy operation stunned the people in the tribe~www.ltnovel.com~ Some people don’t know Ning Fei, but only know that he is Ma Yao’s friend, and he was respected by Ma Huayun before. I don't know what he will do.

However, after Ning Fei danced the sword, these people suddenly felt that Ning Fei was simply a master in the martial arts story, possessing very powerful martial arts!

Lin Yueer and Li Yan were not surprised by Ning Fei's ability because they watched Ning Fei's live broadcast.

Others don't think so.

"Awesome!"

Ma Huayun took the lead in applauding, and the others cheered.

"The eagle of the grassland!"

"One more paragraph!"

"As expected of Burigude!"

The atmosphere was warm to the extreme for a while!

Netizens were also infected by this atmosphere, and a large number of people were sent to the rocket.

[Jiang Son] 10 Super Rockets: "Ning Guanzhu is still domineering!"

[Mr. Yan] 10 Super Rockets were sent: "It's interesting to watch Ning Guanzhu's live broadcast!"

[One temple in the mountains, one pot of wine] Send 5 super rockets: "Found a treasure anchor, give it a reward!"

Ning Fei retracted the sword, waved at everyone, and returned to his seat.

Lin Yueer poured him a cup of hot tea, and exclaimed, "You are so amazing."

"Thank you." Ning Fei responded politely.

After that, more and more people left their seats and danced around the campfire.

On the one hand, everyone is very happy singing and dancing, on the other hand, because the temperature difference between day and night is very big, it is now cold and warmer around the bonfire.

The sound of Matouqin floated on the grassland mixed with laughter, and under the light of the campfire, every face was filled with the simplest smiling face.

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