Chapter 170 Are the Swans Paying Tribute to Lord Ning Guan?

The video of the swan moving south is completely popular.

Especially before the swan flew away, the picture hovering in the sky of Qige Lake has become an indelible memory in many people's hearts.

Huaqing University, in the office.

An old man was grading his student's research paper on bird habits when one of his students, Wang Sheng, hurriedly knocked on the door and walked in.

The old man's name is Lin Qingqiu, a professor of biology at Huaqing University, specializing in animal biology research.

"Professor Lin, have you seen today's video?" Wang Sheng said in surprise.

"What video?" Lin Qingqiu raised his head and asked.

"It's the video of the swans moving south. All the swans circle around the lake. The scene is very spectacular." Wang Sheng described what he saw today and looked very excited.

Lin Qingqiu shook his head and said, "It must be fake. The swans will fly away in groups when they move to the south, and it is absolutely impossible to circle around the lake."

Hearing his words, Wang Sheng immediately took out his mobile phone, found the video, and handed it over.

"Professor, look, this is the live broadcast of Ning Guanzhu this morning. The swans are really circling the lake." Wang Sheng said again.

Hearing his words, Lin Qingqiu held his eyes and glanced slightly. This glance didn't matter, his attention was immediately attracted by the swans.

Lin Qingqiu looked at the pictures in the video carefully, watching the state of the swan with all his attention.

"Is there a more complete video?" Lin Qingqiu raised his head and asked Wang Sheng seriously.

"Yes, yes, I have a recording here." After speaking, Wang Sheng adjusted Ning Fei's recording again.

Lin Qingqiu asked him to copy all the videos to the computer, and then study it on the computer.

During this period, he zoomed in on Ning Fei's live video and carefully observed the shape of the swan.

Wang Sheng has been standing by, Lin Qingqiu has watched this video several times, but he didn't say a word, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Professor, is there any problem?" Wang Sheng couldn't help asking.

"Why are these swans circling?" Lin Qingqiu seemed to be muttering to himself and said doubtfully.

"Ning Guanzhu said it because the swans are saying goodbye to Qige Lake and are grateful for the place that nurtured them." Wang Sheng replied aside.

After hearing his words, Lin Qingqiu glanced at him, shook his head, and said:

"Not at all, never heard of a swan expressing gratitude for a body of water in this way."

"All the swans were circling, and the swans' calls were filled with respect and excitement."

"As if...as if worshipping something?"

"Worship?" Wang Sheng couldn't help widening his eyes when he heard Professor Lin's words, "Professor, it's unlikely."

"Look carefully, where is the center of the swan's circle?" Lin Qingqiu said while playing the video, pointing to the screen.

The direction of the video is a bit misaligned, it was shot from behind Ning Fei, and it is generally difficult to focus on the center where the swan really circles.

But Wang Sheng's three-dimensional sense of space is very good. He looked at it carefully, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

He saw that the center of the swan's circle was Ning Fei.

"You mean..." Wang Sheng swallowed and said nervously, "Are these swans circling around Lord Ning Guan?"

"That's right, not only that, but the swans also express their respect and joy by making noises." Lin Qingqiu became more and more puzzled, frowning together.

"But why is that?"

Hearing Lin Qingqiu's analysis, Wang Sheng felt that his brain paused for a moment.

If Professor Lin is right, isn't Lord Ning Guan really a ...... immortal?

Of course, Wang Sheng didn't say this. He was afraid that he didn't want to graduate when he came to this conclusion in front of his mentor.

However, thinking of Ning Fei's previous behavior, Wang Sheng felt that his idea might be right.

Lord Ning Guan appeared in Qige Lake, and the swans circled around him before moving south,

There was also a respectful cry.

There is no other reasonable explanation for this except that Ning Fei is an immortal.

At this moment, Ning Fei was galloping in the desert on a horse.

The barrage is still discussing the vision of the swan just now.

In this regard, Ning Fei was not particularly concerned.

When I came yesterday, I was going uphill, so the speed was relatively slow. Today, I was going down, and the speed was a lot faster.

The wolves in the desert were once again attracted by Ning Fei. They raised their heads and glanced at it. After seeing the speed of the black horse, they continued to wander with their heads lowered, without the slightest thought of preying.

After crossing the desert and coming to the grassland, Ning Fei slowed down.

Hei Shuai began to trot leisurely, Ning Fei sat up straight, hugged the little fox in his arms, and felt the fresh breeze of the grassland blowing on his face.

After the swan incident, Hei Shuai and Xiaohu respected and liked Ning Fei even more.

These two guys are spiritual, and they can feel that the swan is worshipping Ning Fei.

After that, Ning Fei went all the way back to the tribe, and when he arrived at the gate of the tribe, it was only around three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the people in the tribe who had a lunch break had already woken up and got busy.

Ning Fei jumped off Hei Shuai, stroked it, said "It's hard work", and let Hei Shuai leave.

Hei Shuai returned to the grasslands that belonged to him.

Back at the tribe, Ning Fei saw that Ma Yao was practicing arrows at the archery range with two other young men.

He was immediately intrigued, so he went back to his room, put down his backpack, and walked to the archery range.

When Xiaodog and Xiaofei saw Ning Fei coming back, they couldn't wait to follow him. They ran behind Ning Fei and jumped excitedly.

"Ning Fei, come back, I heard from Li Yan that your live broadcast caused a sensation again." Ma Yao said with a smile when he saw Ning Fei appear.

Ning Fei shrugged and said, "I'm lucky, I just met the swans moving south, and the scene is more spectacular."

"That's because you are good at discovering, people on the grasslands don't think about going so far to watch the geese migrate south." Ma Yao said with a smile.

"What are you doing? Are you practicing arrows?" Ning Fei looked at the archery range and asked.

"Yeah, at the Nadam conference a while ago, the people in the tribe were counting down their grades, which made my dad angry and said that we were really ashamed, so we have been asking for practice recently." Ma Yao sighed and said.

The Naadam Conference is a traditional festival here. It is held in July and August every year.

At that time, herdsmen from various regions will gather together for entertainment and games, including various competitions such as wrestling, archery, and horse riding.

Ning Fei thought for a while, but also smacking his lips. He felt a little regretful that he missed the lively Naadam Conference.

He likes the traditional festivals of ethnic minorities very much. He went to see the Songkran Festival once before, and he was splashed all over his body.

Of course, it was also because of his handsome appearance. At that time, a lot of girls chased and splashed him, and there was really no way.

"You participated? How was the result?" Ning Fei asked.

Ma Yao shrugged with a "you know" expression.

Also, Ma Yao has been in college all these years, and he doesn't like to exercise very much at ordinary times. He can't compare with a strong man who lives in the grasslands and is in contact with horse-riding and wrestling.

"We advocate strong men, you don't know how fierce those powerful wrestlers are." Ma Yao praised.

In this regard, Ning Fei had no idea.

He glanced at the target in the distance and asked, "Can I play with this arrow?"

Ma Yao nodded, "Of course."

The arrows here are completely different from the usual archery games. The target is very far away. It is a wooden stake with something like a hemp rope wrapped around it. The city is surrounded by a ring with a red heart in the middle.

The shape is similar to the target shot by Zhou Xingchi in "Su Qi'er".

Moreover, the bows on the grassland are relatively hard, and if you don't have much strength, you may not even be able to pull the bowstring.

"Ning Guan is mainly shooting arrows!"

"Ning Guanzhu is a master of archery, I still remember the scene before!"

"Yeah, archery is the most popular craft in the ancient Chinese army."

"Is the target this far here? Can this be shot?"

"You underestimate our Mongolian people. Archery has been practiced since childhood. The best archers are riding and shooting. If the horse-backed archery hits the red heart, it is difficult."

As netizens were talking, Ning Fei had already picked up the bow.

He has liked bows and arrows since he was a child. Now that he sees such a professional practice field, his hands are itchy for a while.

He held the arrow on the bowstring, and when he pulled it suddenly, he pulled the bowstring into a full moon.

This gesture made Ma Yao's eyes shine.

Then, Ning Fei aimed with one eye, and immediately found the bullseye, and let go of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The bow and arrow galloped away, and there was a sound of breaking through the air. But in a short while, only to hear the sound of "pop", the bow and arrow have been firmly stuck on the target.

Center the red heart.

Ma Yao had already guessed the result, but after seeing the arrow stuck in the bullseye, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"As expected of you!" Ma Yao exclaimed.

This sentence was one of the mantras in their dormitory at that time. There were always a few special mantras among the buddies who were together.

For example, someone sent Ning Fei a love letter, bought a drink, or Ning Fei was the first in the grade and won the basketball game again. As expected of you"

Another example is that when they encounter some very fucking things, they will learn the accent of one of them, Guang Dongzai, and curse:

"Thunder Lou Lou!"

Ning Fei held the bow and arrow, spread out his hands, and said to Ma Yao, "Would you like to have a game and play?"

Ma Yao is very confident in his archery skills. He cannot wrestle or ride horses, but archery is the best in the whole tribe except his father.

So Ma Yao agreed and said, "Come on, five arrows, more than the number of rings!"

Then, the two of them searched for a target and started an archery game.

At this time, both Li Yan and Lin Yue'er heard the movement and ran over to watch the two prepare for a test and cheer for the two.

"Come on, Ma Elephant!"

"Ning Guanzhu, come on!"

Ma Yao's skills are indeed excellent. Five arrows go down, four arrows are in the red heart, and one arrow is in a slightly off position, which can be counted as 9 rings.

Ning Fei's first four arrows hit the bull's-eye. After his fifth arrow was pulled, everyone watched nervously, especially Li Yan and Lin Yue'er, who couldn't even blink their eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Ning Fei let go, the arrow flew out and hit the target.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the target to see the final result.

The position of this arrow is a little off, and it can only be regarded as the 7th ring.

As a result of the game, Ma Yao won.

"Yeah! Ma Elephant, you are awesome!"

After seeing this scene, Li Yan suddenly cheered, her voice full of excitement and admiration.

Hearing this, Ma Yao also laughed.

Ning Fei smiled without leaving a trace.

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