Aztec Eternals Chapter 247

"Oh! The knowledgeable elder Jatiri has already arrived? Why don't you call me quickly! No, I'll go to the door myself!"

Shirou suddenly woke up and turned around. There was a bit of joy on his face, and he was about to walk towards the door of the main hall. Then, the young king suddenly remembered something. He looked at the plain robe on his body, paused for a moment, beckoned to let the samurai chief put on a solemn sacrificial uniform for him, and then walked to the entrance of the main hall, unable to wait to look carefully.

A mighty long wind blows along the corridor and blows into the door of the Palace of Winds; the curtains painted with the Lord God are erected in the corridor, and the emblem of the hummingbird sun flutters in the wind. The two rows of garrisoned Mexica warriors remained silent, only the wind chimes rang softly in the palace.

Among the samurai's low-hanging battle sticks, a gray-haired old man was leaning on a simple wooden staff, quietly staring at the ancient murals in the corridors, and also staring at the fresh paintings on the murals that were not dry. He was thin and ruddy, wearing a flat dark round hat and a traditional Prepecha blue robe. There are several black and white ribbons hanging from the back of the blue robe, and there are various mysterious and unknown symbols on the ribbons.

Although this sage's attire is simple, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can wear. It symbolizes a rare and noble status, and symbolizes the knowledgeable elders in the ethnic group who master knowledge and inheritance. Walking on the road in this suit, you will naturally be in awe of the tribes of Prepecha.

Hearing the voice, the sage Jatiri finally looked away from the ancient and brand new mural. He turned his head, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as lake water, and an old and gravelly face. He looked at Xiulote, at the handsome and determined face of the young king, at those warm and jade-like eyes, and then at the solemn and solemn posture of the king, and finally a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"Deadwood of Prepecha, remnant of Tarasco Kingdom, Jatiri, salute to His Royal Highness Mexica, conqueror of the kingdom, the great new king!"

Jiadili took a rare breath, before he lowered the wooden staff in his hand, bowed his head and saluted.

The king in front of him was so young, but he was only a fifteen or six-year-old boy! The young king's appearance is handsome, his bearing is solemn, and his eyes are wise and firm, which is completely different from the image of the cruel and tyrannical conqueror of Mexica... Thinking of this, the sage's heart moved slightly, and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

"Respected elders with knowledge, you are in the name of elders and are highly respected among the people of the kingdom. I respect you, please don't be too polite!"

Shilot hurriedly took two steps forward, holding up the old man with both hands. In the Prepecha language, the name "Jatiri" itself is an old sage.

The old man stood up naturally, without too much twisting, with a light smile on his face. Only soon, the smile was once again replaced by surprise.

The young king let go of his hands, took a step back, clenched his right fist on his chest, bowed over his waist, and performed a solemn etiquette.

"Sage Jatiri, you are the head of the Tarasco Kingdom and the inheritor of the kingdom's epic. Today, no matter the monarch or minister, there are only teachers and students. This ceremony is for your wisdom! newcomer, I sincerely ask you for the epic of Tarrasco, and the guidance of the sages!"

Jatiri leaned on his thin body, avoided the king's etiquette, and then returned the same solemn salute.

"People who have lost their country, dare not accept His Royal Highness's etiquette... What skills does the old turtle curled up in the mud pond have to be the teacher of the eagle in the sky?"

Having said this, Jati Li paused. He observed the sincere expression of the young king and continued.

"The tortoise has lived in the mud pond for a long time and may have seen some forgotten sky. If the eagle is not bored, I can talk to you slowly."

Hearing this sentence, a sincere smile appeared on Shirot's face.

Tarrasco's cultural heritage is concentrated in two places. One is the priest temple of the House of Winds, which is kept and inherited by the priests of the three gods from generation to generation. It's just this inheritance, and even the high-level priests who mastered the knowledge, all turned into a blue flame on the night when Qin Congcan fell.

The other inheritance is kept in the Palace of Winds and is managed by tribal sages who have been passed down from generation to generation. This is also thanks to the sudden attack of the old militia. The death of Chief Tarrasco was too sudden, and there was no time to light the prepared fire. The drawing boards, books, and murals inherited from the Palace of Winds have been completely preserved.

In these days, Shulot was formulating the laws of the kingdom while reading the ancient drawing boards.

In the reading, Shilot found that although the Tarasco Kingdom only lasted for two hundred years, the Prepecha civilization in the land of the lake has been passed down for nearly two thousand years! The upper part of the Tarrasco Kingdom was originally nothing but a Chichimek breed from the northwest plateau. They went south more than two hundred years ago, conquered the land in the lake, and then integrated into the ancient civilization of the lake area and became a member of the Prepecha people. In the land of the lake, the Prepecha people, who occupy an absolute proportion, are the most important ethnic group, and they also have a mature and unique cultural system.

Shilot wants to understand the spiritual world of the Prepecha people, explore the cultural origins of civilization, and better formulate the assimilation strategy of the ethnic group. However, these ancient records are abstract and mysterious, incomprehensible, and unwritten, and must be explained by word of mouth inheritors in order to understand the deep meaning.

The young king sent people to search for a long time, only to find that the epic master of the Palace of Winds had survived the war and was hiding in the civilian community, being taken care of by the residents of the capital. So he sent a brigade of cronies samurai, solemnly invited the other party to come and explain the epic of the Prepecha people.

Numerous thoughts flashed in Shilott's mind, and quickly sank into his heart. With a gentle smile on his face, he personally supported Jatiri's left arm with his right arm and led him towards the center of the hall. Jiadili tried to twitch his arms, but he couldn't break free from the powerful arms of the young king. The old man had no choice but to smile and let the other side help him with his vigorous steps.

"Guard, bring two cups of fresh hot cocoa! Just follow my daily drinking habit, add honey and herbs."

The two came to the wooden table in the temple. Shirott helped the old man to sit on the ground, then let go of his arms and sat cross-legged on the opposite side. Then, he commanded the guard aloud. The guard brought the hot drink that had been prepared. The young king held up the pottery cup with both hands and handed it to Jatiri cordially and unquestionably.

"Respected teacher sage, please try this cup of hot cocoa! It is refreshing and refreshing, and it is the sacred drink of the Mexica Union!"

Jatiri took the hot cocoa, took a sip, savored the taste, and praised.

"Not bad! It tastes different from the cold cocoa of the Union of Mexica. It should be the first of His Royal Highness's creation... The fermented fine cocoa beans are finely ground to separate the light brown cocoa liquor. Wild honey in the southern rainforest, produces Since the spring is full of flowers, it also has a delicate fragrance. The vanilla in the Texcoco Lake District is produced in Chinampa in the lake in late autumn. It blooms in spring and is pollinated by professional old farmers for eight months. , can produce mature vanilla pods, only the Federation of Mexica can produce a large number of... These excellent raw materials are prepared, and then boiled and brewed with the slightly sweet well water in the palace, and this wonderful fragrance can be obtained. the taste!"

Speaking of this, Jattiri paused, and once again observed every trace of Shirott's expression with his deep eyes.

"His Royal Highness, the effort spent on these two cups of hot cocoa requires a strong farmer to work in the fields for a whole year!"

Hearing the sage's admiration, a complacent smile appeared on Shilot's face.

In this era, there are not many drinks that can satisfy him. And the honey vanilla hot cocoa was the perfect drink he prepared based on the impressions of his previous life, as if it was connected to the memories of the past. Together, these pure natural top-quality ingredients taste far better than the cheap products of the industrial age.

However, with the last words of Jatiri, the smile of the young king instantly solidified on his face. He smiled reluctantly, a trace of shame flashing across his face.

"Respected wise elders, I don't like luxury, I just prefer some exquisite food... The power of the people is precious and should not be abused; the people are like water, and the boat will be overturned. The king must remember... Well, Jatiri Sage, when you were at the door just now, you have been looking at the new murals in the corridor, what do you think?"

"The people are like water, and the boats are overturned..."

Jatiri chewed this sentence, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. He took a deep look at Shulot before saying with a smile.

"It is rumored that His Highness is wise and divine, good at accepting people's words, generous and benevolent, heroic and good at fighting, and is a natural king... When I saw it today, I knew that the wind and light could penetrate into the tent because the sky above Holes! As for the view of the frescoes..."

Jatiri turned his head sideways and looked at the frescoes in the hall. Condors and hummingbirds have disappeared. Under the splendid light of the Lord God, Lake Patzcuaro shone with waves. The Prepecha people in the west are building the magnificent and beautiful city of Qincongcan together with the Mexican people in the east, building towering pyramids, as if connecting the kingdom of God and the world. And next to the city under construction, there are flowers around, butterflies flying among the flowers and plants, and the people who come and go carry exquisite gold, silver and bronze utensils.

Seeing this, Jatiri once again showed an indifferent smile. He first praised.

"His Royal Highness has only been in the Palace of the Lord for a few months. Not only did he go all out to plough the spring, directly organize the people, and remove the nobility who hindered him, but he also innovated the murals, spread the belief in the Lord God, and made people sing poetry in the countryside... It can be seen that His Highness's eyes are indeed like a god. As high as an eagle, looking at the world and the future!"

Hearing the old man's compliment, Shiloh's pupils shrank slightly. After hesitating for a while, he took out a wooden spoon and stirred it in a clay cup filled with cocoa. Next, he handed Jatiri the same wooden spoon. The other party took the spoon, stirred the layered cocoa, stared at the mixed cocoa for a moment, and took a shallow sip.

Jatiri's eyes were deep, and he continued to preach to the young king.

"His Royal Highness, the old man doesn't know much, and he has no intention of commenting on His Highness's New Deal in front of others... From this mural alone, Lake Patzcuaro and the Prepecha people are one with each other, the brush strokes are old and old, and the environment is harmonious and natural. , and also contains the vitality of the early rise of the kingdom, it is the old painting of the palace.

The image of the Mexica is simple and strong, with a square face and simple and expressive movements. This painting method is equally ancient, full of simplicity and heroism of ancient times. The painter should be from the holy city of Teotihuacan, imitating the frescoes of the Teotihuacan civilization.

The image of the Mexica main **** Huizilopochtli is vague and magnificent, descending on the pyramid, radiating a thousand rays of light. The feathers behind the main **** are flexible and elegant, and the pyramid at the feet of the main **** is magnificent and heavy. This strong contrasting technique comes from the craftsmanship of the Tula civilization, and also contains the enterprising and inclusive Toltec people. The legacy of the Tula civilization was inherited by the Tepanek, and then fell into the hands of the Alliance. The painter should be from Aska Potzalco on the west bank of Lake Texcoco.

As for the flowers and butterflies next to the city~www.mtlnovel.com~ The gold, silver and bronze wares on the backs of the people are intricate and gorgeous with brushes, full of details and colors. This kind of rich painting method, which looks dazzling and confusing, is the characteristic of painting in the southern city-states. The painter should have come from Mistec, or Zapotec further south..."

Jatiri commented one by one with a smile, and then concluded with a smile.

"In Lao Xiu's view, the three painting methods have their own characteristics and advantages. It is just that the paintings are integrated. Compared with the original frescoes, the ancient painting methods of Teotihuacan are the most natural and close. There is no gap in the water. The painting method of the main **** Tula is the most inclusive and broad. God bless the world, all people crawl, like a queen bee directing a swarm of bees. Even though ordinary bees have their own characteristics, they are still mediocre. As for the painting method of southern city-states, see It seems to be gorgeous and rich, but it has distinct layers from the original painting, and it is completely different from top to bottom. Even if the painting is completed in a short time, after watching it for a long time, there will be a feeling of dissonance, and I am afraid it will not last long.”

Having said that, Jatiri looked at the young king and asked with deep meaning.

"His Royal Highness, this old man was invited by your samurai. I just wanted to be a turtle with eyes closed. It was only after seeing His Highness that I suddenly became confused. Are you satisfied with the comments? I don't know which painting method you prefer in the governance of the feudal country?"

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