Chapter 800 War Drums (Celebration Chapter)

It was six or seven kilometers from the ancient city to the hotel. I was already full, and I exercised too much in the evening. All kinds of shopping in the morning were also very strenuous. After holding on for most of the distance, Ling Qingyu couldn't walk anymore.

Instead of riding a bike, Yan San carried her directly on his back and walked the rest of the way in the lazy afternoon sunshine. Before they even arrived at the hotel, Ling Qingyu lay on his back and snored.

I slept until I was done in the SPA...

The elderly people were all a little tired when they came back with big and small bags, so they said that they would not play with them in the evening, but would go to a leisure spa and relax by themselves.

Ling Qingyu moved her job, Zhou Ziqing went to the SPA, and regained her energy. Taking advantage of the dusk, the group rode towards the ancient city again.

This time, Ling Qingyu refused to ride with others and insisted on riding by himself.

She didn't wake up until the SPA was finished. When she woke up, the therapist told her that she shouldn't overeat like this. Her belly was two times bigger than when she had the spa treatment yesterday. If she continued like this, her weight would skyrocket soon.

It’s not that the growth rate is the same, it’s just the belly.

Just imagining the prospect mentioned by the therapist sent chills down Ling Qingyu's spine.

Although she has no doubt about the feelings of men, Yan San even made such an oath...

but! The men are excellent, beautiful and young, but she is older than them, has neither extraordinary talent nor stunning beauty, and her beauty is only average. If she turns into a bucket again, no matter how strong the relationship is, the men will still get tired of it. Yes!

Yellow-faced woman, yellow-faced woman, that is the prelude to being abandoned!

After the therapist whispered a few words, Ling Qingyu, who was in a lazy state because he was well fed, slept well, and was very comfortable in the sun, suddenly stood up.

The sense of crisis is too strong!

Seeing her with just a white cloth tied on her forehead and the word "fight" written on her forehead, He Li asked Ye Shi quietly: "What happened this afternoon?"

Ye Shiyi glanced at Yan San and said dullly: "The therapist said that if my sister continues to eat like this, she will become a bucket with a ten-foot waist. Not only is it bad for the body, but the body shape will also be ugly. , My husband will not like it, and he also said that some of her clients have marriage problems because their body shape has deteriorated due to old age."

That damn woman is talking nonsense! It would be better if my sister turned into a bucket! If no one else likes it, it belongs to me alone!

He Li groaned and watched Ling Qingyu and Hua Dong racing to speed up and rush forward. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

A bucket with a ten-foot waist... Well, that's a good prospect!

After sunset and dusk, the moon rises above the willow branches. During the day, the ancient city of Lijiang is elegant and classical, with a lazy and leisure atmosphere. But when dusk falls and the lanterns are first turned on, it is an ambiguous and charming scenery. The bright red lanterns exude a faint light, and even the air Zhongdu is filled with a romantic atmosphere.

There are many bars here, and in the evening, it is full of laughter and laughter.

The active bar that Zhou Ziqing and the others visited was quite large, with a large stage in the middle. When they arrived, the bar was already packed with people, swaying to the intense rhythm of rock and roll, and mixed with noisy shouts. Amid the music, foaming beer glasses dangled over people's heads.

Zhou Ziqing had already reserved tables in advance, but there were too many people, and all they had left were two small tables, with temporary benches placed next to them.

After letting Ling Qingyu and the ladies sit down, Zhao Yinfeng and others chose to stand next to Ling Qingyu and looked at the commotion on the small bench that couldn't even accommodate half of their buttocks.

Here, people will not ask you where you are, who you are, or where you are going. Here, there is only beer and music, as well as the free movement of the body to vent emotions.

Here, no matter how old you are or what your background is, all you need is a young heart and a willingness to be young.

Everyone in the venue, young and old, was dancing crazily and swaying in various poses to the music. A few young people in the middle danced street dances, which won waves of applause.

Ling Qingyu Huadong and the others just sat down for a moment before jumping up, squeezing into the crowd and dancing together.

Ling Qingyu conveniently pulled Yan Qi, who was standing next to him, out of the way. She was the one leading Yan Qi at first, but within two minutes, it was Yan Qi leading her.

Yan Qi's water snake waist, when you twist it, don't be too sexy or seductive!

After five minutes, he learned to twist Ling Qingyu's body from bottom to top, from behind to front, and then hooked the orchid fingers of one hand on the back of her head, twisting his body to the music to make her close to him, and kissed her. on her lips.

This caused the people nearby to let out deafening cheers.

Ling Qingyu was kissed so hard that her head felt dizzy. Looking at his shining peach blossom eyes, she secretly said something bad. If she continued to be seduced by him like this, she wouldn't be able to hold on anymore.

Ignoring Yan Qi's sad eyes, Ling Qingyu quickly changed people, and this time he caught the most honest Ying Jiu.

Ying Jiu was honest. When Ling Qingyu pressed her body against her and slowly rocked her body, her handsome face turned as red as an eggplant. The hands holding her waist were as stiff as iron, and they moved little by little with her steps. Seeing her charming eyes, which seemed to be filled with water under the light, the light in her eyes reminded him of the sexy lingerie he had chosen...

"Master..." Ying Jiu put one arm around her waist and covered her nose with the other, saying softly: "Master, Jiu... can't do it..."

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that the hard thing below was growing in size at an extremely fast speed. He secretly thought something was wrong, so he quickly dragged him back to his seat, pressed him into the sofa seat, and then gave him a glass of ice water. .

"Sister, teach me!" Ye Shiyi directly pulled Ling Qingyu out of the sofa seat before Zhao Yinfeng, hugged her and squeezed into the crowd.

Ying Thirteen looked at Ying Jiu and suppressed a smile, and asked in a low voice: "Want to help?"

Ying Jiu drank the ice water in one gulp, closed his eyes to calm down, and said, "No need!"

"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" sounded three times, and the music suddenly stopped, causing Ye Shiyi to stumble and almost fall down from the posture he was about to take. He hugged Ling Qingyu tightly into his arms and looked at the knocker on the stage with hatred. Bell man.

"Everyone, the bonfire has been set up. Please move on, our bonfire party has begun!" Before the man finished speaking, there was a cheer, and then the crowd rushed outside.

The bar is not far from the square in the center of the ancient city, only a few dozen meters away.

At this time, a huge bonfire had been lit in the center of the square. On one side was a band surrounded by speakers, and on the other side were Naxi people holding various Dongba musical instruments. Between the two, four large drums were erected.

There are some small benches scattered around the bonfire, but more people are sitting on the ground, leaving a large space in the middle. Waiting there will be a sea of ​​joy.

Xiang Dongxi came out early and occupied a spot near the river with the best view. He laid out mats and waited for everyone to sit down as soon as they came over.

When Sum came out, he packed up all the snacks ordered on the table. Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng carried four boxes of beer. The food and drink were placed in the middle, and the group sat down around them.

The bottle opener was useless. Ying Thirteen directly opened the cap of the bottle and handed it to Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun. They took it and saw that the men were drinking directly from the mouth of the bottle, so they followed suit and took a sip. , Well, it feels really good.

People were still gathering in the place. Ling Qingyu and Huadong Zhou Ziqing were talking about their harvest today and which shop was good. The men were watching the people wearing Naxi costumes talking curiously.

Cheng Jia was very interested in this kind of Dongba writing. He passed by a Dongba writing bookstore in the morning and took note of it. When he saw an old man wearing full Dongba clothing, he went up to inquire and communicate. When the drum sounded, he was already talking to The old Dongba seemed to be irresistible. After the two left messages to each other, they came back with a piece of paper with Dongba hieroglyphs written on it.

Zhao Yinfeng took the piece of paper, looked at it from left to right, and asked, "What kind of talisman is this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, these are words of blessing." Cheng Jia took the paper from his hand, carefully folded it and put it in his arms, saying: "The words that have been circulated here for many years are spiritual and should not be underestimated." This is that thing The blessing words that Old Man Ba ​​specially wrote for him contained Old Man Dongba's pious blessings, which he had specially requested for Ling Qingyu.

"There is some truth in the theory of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang. Third brother has to believe it." Seeing Zhao Yinfeng's disapproval, Ye Shiyi smiled and said, besides, their existence already shows that there are gods in this world.

Crowds gathered in the square, the host rang the bell, the place fell silent, leisurely Dongba music sounded, and the old man in Dongba costume sang a distant tune. The tone was simple, but with an ancient and sacred meaning, wearing Naxi clothes Women in traditional costumes lined up in a line, singing along with the old man's singing and slowly dancing a simple dance around the venue.

After the blessing song and dance, electronic instrumental music played on one side, and the fierce drumbeats suddenly changed the atmosphere from sacred to lively. The dancing girls came off the stage one after another to invite people to dance, and the audience on the other side also followed without hesitation and danced together. performed cheerful dance steps.

After a burst of exciting electric guitar sound, the people in the venue shouted and spread out in all directions, leaving a large space inside.

A girl in a bright red dance skirt brought a flower crown and danced cheerfully to the sound of the electric guitar.

The girls' movements were enthusiastic and unrestrained, and they were full of passion in their wildness. The audience couldn't help but cheer with excitement, and they stood up and applauded in support.

At the end of the song, the girl bent down and saluted and said loudly: "We are from Shanghai, and we are dance friends. I wonder if my friend across the street would like to play a song too?"

The audience burst into laughter, and then all looked in the direction of the girl's finger.

Ling Qingyu was applauding with a piece of cake in his mouth. When he saw the crowd's eyes turned over, he realized with his short-sightedness that the girl was pointing at his group.

Well! What's going on? Ling Qingyu looked at Yan San blankly.

"It's the woman on the open-air balcony." Yan San said calmly.

Ling Qingyu went downstairs so quickly that he didn't hear the dissatisfied grunts of Zhao Yinfeng and the others behind him, and he didn't see the girl move the book a crack and look at them all from there.

"Is this a challenge?" Zhao Yinfeng turned around and asked Cheng Jia while holding a beer bottle.

"It should be right." Cheng Jia smiled.

"Gentlemen over there, what are you doing? Don't you dare? It doesn't matter, everyone is just having fun, I won't laugh at you." Seeing that they didn't move, the girl laughed loudly, causing the surrounding crowd to burst into laughter.

"Fuck!" Zhao Yinfeng suddenly stood up and said, "Can you bear being provoked by a little girl?"

"Can you dance?" Meng Su Shi stood up and asked quietly.

Zhao Yinfeng was stunned, turned back to look at He Li, and said, "Can we succeed in that dance?"

"Cheng Jia, go and ask if you can lend us that drum?" He Li put the bottle away and stood up.

"Of course you can. What does General He want?" Cheng Jia also stood up and asked.

"It's just one song, and I didn't say it had to be danced. Sum, do you remember that song?" He Li took off his coat and asked.

"Remember." Sum also stood up and said with a slight smile.

"Then let them see what it means to be manly." He Li rolled up his sleeves and raised an eyebrow at Ye Shiyi.

Ye Shiyi took off his jacket, twisted his wrist, and said with a smile: "That's right, I haven't played with you for a long time. I wonder if you brothers are rusty?"

Meng Su slapped him on the head and said, "You're good at it!"

After Cheng Jia asked the Dongba old man, he waved his hand to indicate that there was no problem. He Li, Zhao Yinfeng, Meng Su Yepo and the others took off their outer clothes and only wore T-shirts underneath and walked towards the four-sided drum. Ye Shiyi I walked to the band and asked them to borrow a flute. After trying the sound a few times, I looked at the four people standing behind the bass drum.

"What are they doing?" Zhou Ziqing asked confused.

The four people were already tall, and their strong muscles stretched out the T-shirts into graceful curves. Their figures seemed to be full of vigorous power. Just standing behind the big drum made people feel excited.

Ling Qingyu's eyes were filled with excitement and he said softly: "Just watch and see what it means to be a man..."

Speaking of which, how long has it been since she saw that scene? That was many years ago, when Ye Shiyi and Ye Po were still teenagers. At that time, Chang'an had just been captured and the morale of the Ling family army was high. At that time, she never thought that truly conquering the world would have to pay such a heavy price.

With a bang, a dull and heavy drum sounded, and the scene slowly became quiet. Even the disdainful and provocative girl calmed down her expression when she saw the posture of the four people.

Ye Shiyi brought the flute to his lips, and the clear sound of the flute sounded to the sky with a lofty meaning. Then, the drumsticks in the hands of the four men fell down.

The sound of the drums went from light to heavy, and seemed to hit people's hearts. The sound of the drums was as light as the breeze at first, and then as deep and thick as the thunder rolling past, and then reached its highest level with the sound of the flute. Here, the four men roared loudly, and the drumsticks in their hands fell like raindrops. The dense drum beats were like thunder, hitting people's hearts faster and faster, arousing the passion and fanaticism in human nature. , when the audience calmed down, they felt their blood boiling. If there was a guy in their hands, they would imitate the ancients and bang the shield and scream loudly.

Like a violent storm, the majestic sound of war drums hit the most exciting point. The four people fiercely placed the drumsticks next to the big drum. The afterglow of the last drum beat was still reverberating, and Qingyue's high-pitched singing sounded.

How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with you!

How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with me!

How can I say that I have no clothes? Wear the same clothes as your son. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me!

The song was as passionate and impassioned as the sounds of nature. Along with the song and the low drums and flutes that followed, everyone seemed to see the endless battle formation, and the red armor and bright flags were flying fiercely in the wind. It was flying fiercely, and the cold light emitted by the weapon made the sunlight lose its color.

The last sound of the soum reached a high point, and the four men beating the war drums also let out a thundering roar: "Kill!"

At that moment, an awe-inspiring murderous aura spread across the scene, causing everyone who was a little closer to stagger back a few steps, looking at the four people with pale faces and excited expressions who looked like gods of war descending to earth.

The whole square was silent, and only the exciting aftertaste surrounded the crowd, until someone yelled "Okay."

Ling Qingyu jumped up and shouted, applauded vigorously, then gave the men a thumbs up, and blew kisses excitedly.

A sound came out, followed by deafening cheers.

Several people put down their drumsticks and thanked the owner of the big drum. They smiled and thanked the crowd who came up excitedly to say compliments, and walked towards the woman who was jumping around in their house.

Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun looked blank. They turned around blankly and looked at the two Internet writers next to them, who also looked shocked and speechless. Then they looked at something...

Hua Dong's hand that was about to feed something to something froze at Hua Dong's lips. The two of them maintained the posture of one opening his mouth and the other sending something over, but the thing didn't come in.

"Holy crap, who are they?" Wu Kun murmured in a low voice, then looked at the others and shook their heads silently, and drank the beer bottle that had not been touched for a long time in one gulp.

It’s so shocking and exciting!

In ancient times, he would just carry weapons and follow them...

"Big brother, big brother!" The dancing girl squeezed through the crowd to get to Zhao Yinfeng, grabbed his arm and shouted: "Brother, my name is Ye Ziwei, please leave your phone number."

Zhao Yinfeng pulled her hand away, smiled evilly, and said, "I have a master. Did you see that my wife is calling me?"

"Just making friends! I'm from the Shanghai Song and Dance Troupe!" Ye Ziwei shouted at his back as he hurried away.

Zhao Yin didn't even look back. He took a big step and rushed to Ling Qingyu ahead of He Li. He hugged her up and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"I like it! I like it so much! My man is the best!" Ling Qingyu said, kissing him hard on the lips, then patted him on the shoulder and asked him to put him down, and when he landed, he took the He raised his hands and looked through it.

After she said those words, the injuries on their hands were replaced with simple bandages, with just two layers of gauze wrapped around them. Now, under the force of force, the gauze was already soaked with blood.

He hurriedly pulled He Li and Meng Su over, and saw that the wounds on their hands were already bleeding. Pulling Ye Po over again, he could feel that the wound on his shoulder had started to bleed again without taking off his T-shirt.

To make such a heaven-shaking drum sound, the intensity required is not ordinary...

"Let's go back first, Hua Dong, you continue to play." Ling Qingyu turned around and said to Hua Dong, who finally swallowed the food on his lips. He had to go back and treat the wound quickly.

Although she was no longer as worried and nervous as before, she didn't even want them to move, but she was still very heartbroken when the wound started to bleed again.

"Let's go together." Hua Dong stood up and said. After hearing such drum sounds, it would be interesting to listen to other drum sounds. It is better to go back and digest the passion that is still surging in his heart.