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The ghost cave tribe is a group tribe with matriarchal society as the main body, the descendants of the soldiers of the border in ancient times escaped the great flood, after tens of thousands of years of reproduction, formed a single ethnic group, because of the need to inherit and survive in a remote place, they have mastered some of the ancient civilization and psychic spells, so they have a special culture, living habits and customs that are different from other races in the other world. Due to the harsh living environment, it has also created the tenacity and stubbornness of the character of this ethnic group. The soul of the soldier who died in the war has no reincarnation between the underworld and the human world, and the dead soul sleeps here, with no way out, no way back. But even so, the Ghost Cave Clan has never succumbed to any invading outsiders, including the White House.

The presiding elder held the scriptures in his hand, recited the scriptures in the order of the soldiers who donated their lives, wishing heaven and earth, the underworld, and the human world, that there are spirits and thoughts, and that this is the hometown, and that every tribe of the Ghost Cave Clan is blessed to live a safe and secure life. After the chanting is completed, the presiding elder blows the horn to the sky, and the first horn sounds, like a call to battle on the battlefield, indicating that the war dance will begin immediately.

The bonfire in the center of the field was blazing, and dozens of fighters were naked, revealing strong and powerful large tangled muscles, and the fish penetrated in, their legs were slightly bent and split, and their arms were bent and stretched upward, standing in the center of the field, the ghost cave war dance was about to begin.

The sound of the horn gradually faded, a burst of mango blowing a low and majestic timbre, the "humming" deep bass with the soft melody of the flute blowing, the sound of the water whining slowly, the occasional chirping of the mountain eagle in the valley, the bamboo board sounded from time to time, and the mysterious scriptures, together creating a unique simple and melodious but vigorous musical temperament. Under the background sound of the "humming" paved by the mango tube, the sound of the bamboo flute and the guidance of the pipe, the occasional inadvertent blow of the bamboo board, and the roar of the gurgling water hitting the rock from time to time, let all the souls gallop in the infinite space, at this moment there is no time and space, only the freedom, freedom, freedom and ...... of flying.

This quaint and desolate sound carries the consciousness of the soul, or swimming, or sitting, or jumping, or turning, or lying drunk, or diving...... It is a kind of soul release.

At this moment, all souls blended with heaven and earth, deep and serene.

The imprisonment that cannot be released is anti-spiritual, while freedom is the instinctive pursuit of the soul.

In the audience, all the soldiers and civilians of the Ghost Cave Clan sitting on the ground stood up, raised their hands to the sky, waved back and forth, clapped their hands rhythmically, and shouted "Wind, wind, wind!" ...... "Wind, wind, wind!wind!", ...... "Wind, wind!wind!", ...... Thousands of voices echoed through the valley, the sound was mighty, this was the battle cry of the ghost cave. This rhythmic clapping and yelling made every tribesman at the scene enthusiastic.

The fire was blazing, and several cowhide drums in the field beat together, and a rumbling drum sounded, which shook the night sky and the earth seemed to shake with it.

The ghost cave warriors in the center of the field began to wave their arms, as if holding a strong shield and axe, and the rhythm of the war dance originated from the Ganqi dance called "Wan Wu" in ancient times. With the rumbling drums, the rhythm of the war dance is short and powerful, and the movements are simple and direct—a large number of half-squats and elbow bends are used to show off the thick limbs, the chest and arms are slapped to make a clanging sound to show courage and tragedy, and the expressions are sometimes glared and tongue sticking out, revealing their hideous faces as a deterrent to the enemy. The dance is vigorous, the movements are wild, rough and strong, and full of masculine temperament.

In the rumbling drums, the bonfire was swallowing, and a rough and majestic male voice should lead the singing to the rhythm:-

Howl Hoye, Howl Hoye,

The sun and moon in the sky for thousands of years,

The cloud of smoke on the ground passed by in the blink of an eye,

The soul walks away from the world and the world is empty,

Who can say that the conclusion of the coffin!

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All the war dancers in the audience sang along:——

The soul walks away from the world and the world is empty,

Who can say that the conclusion of the coffin!

......。

The majestic voices of the war dancers echoed through the valley for a long time, like a roar on the battlefield.

This rough and majestic male voice should continue to lead the singing in harmony with the rhythm:-

Howl Hoye, Howl Hoye,

I've suffered a lot in my life,

Howl Hoye, Howl Hoye,

There will be a lot of joy to feed in the next life,

Howl Hoye, Howl Hoye,

Coming and going is like a dream,

Life and death are all a song!

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Everyone:——

Coming and going is like a dream,

Life and death are all a song!

......。

Vocals:——

Howl Hoye, Howl Hoye,

The king of Hades called me, three more go, wow,

I want to sing the song of the five watches at that juncture,

The king of Hades called me, three more go, wow,

I want to sing the song of the five watches at that juncture,

Howlholye, Howlhoye, Howlhoye!

......。

Everyone:——

The king of Hades called me, three more go, wow,

I want to sing the song of the five watches at that juncture,

Howlholye, Howlhoye, Howlhoye!

......。

The singing voice is rough and simple, the meaning of the words is ancient and desolate, and it is mostly affectionate and tragic, echoing in the water, valley, and sky for a long time, heroic and majestic.

The warriors' dance danced to the song, and at the same time, to the rhythm of the song, they exhaled the battle cry of "wind, wind, wind!wind!", and after about a tenth of a pillar of incense, the song gradually came to an end, and the war dance stopped.

At this time, from the coffin of the ship on the cliffside of the mountainside, countless glowing spirits floated out, like flying elves, flying lightly to the center of the field, around the bonfire, glowing with faint blue fireflies, happily spinning, dancing, like countless transparent fluorescent deep-sea fish.

A suona sounded loudly, the voice was low, desolate, like a whimper of water.

Fan Xiang looked at the mountains and rivers, the bonfire flickered, thinking of the tragic battle during the day, the corpses on the battlefield, the cries of the people with broken limbs and legs, the cry of the lost relatives, and the misery of the world that he had seen along the way from east to west, he stood up, picked a leaf and put it to his mouth, should be in tune with the suona, gently blowing, whining rhyme, ethereal and distant, but vigorous and vigorous, such as autumn water, such as Mu Rusuo, just like "wordless alone on the west building, the moon is like a hook, the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu" The desolation and desolation, the reverberation of the intestines, but it is lingering and compassionate, melodious, tactful, ethereal and resentful.

In this ethereal and distant sound of leaves, in the air in the center of the dance field, pieces of fine bamboo leaves like green feathers suddenly floated down, fluttering and flying, like butterflies, like feathers. Then, wisps of sweet fragrance floated in the night sky, and pieces of frangipani white rose petals floated down from the air, and the rose petals fluttered in the air, like countless white elves.

A woman flutters down from the sky surrounded by white petals. I saw that the woman's eyebrows were picturesque, she pulled a ball head at random, her hair was hanging down, she was wearing a jade white skirt Hanfu, a light gauze silk shirt, a long skirt was elegant, tied at a high waist, tied with a light green ribbon, until the armpits, the placket was low-necked, the snow-white skin on the neck was slightly exposed, the long sleeves were good at dancing, and the clothes were fluttering.

At this time, the innocent and frangipani moonlight is sprinkled obliquely, paving a silver light for this desolate earth, the evening breeze is light, cool as water, the water surface of the Tiao River gently ripples, reflecting the white moonlight, the sparkling waves are alarmed by infinite ripples, like a beautiful heart river, there is a boat swinging lightly, the startled dream is like the overflowing glow, plain, beautiful, cascading continuously.

The low voice of the suona gradually disappeared, and the ethereal and distant sound of the leaves still blew gently, and the falling flowers fell petals on her head, clothes, and shadows one by one.

Under the mingle of the frangipani moonlight and the fiery firelight, the girl's hair, face, clothes, hands, and feet were full of brilliant and soft light and shadow. The skirt is fluttering, the ribbon is flying, dignified, elegant, elegant, and elegant, which makes people feel admiration spontaneously and dare not look at it directly.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the girl, and every audience member only felt a light in their eyes, and they all thought of one sentence - "She is so beautiful!"

Everyone was soft and quiet in their hearts, quietly watching her descend from the sky, Yingying stood in the center of the dance field, her shadow lingering in front of her eyes, and her complexion was recalled in her mind, and she was deeply intoxicated. For a moment, in the center of the field, the battle cry was still, the drums were still, the water was still, the glowing spirits that were spinning around the bonfire were also still, and then, the sound of the leaves also stopped, and the world was so ...... quiet.

The girl smiled at every soldier and civilian, and her innocent eyes crossed everyone's faces, and everyone felt warm in their hearts, and their minds were full of the girl's gentle and quiet expression.

The bonfire in the center of the dance hall was whirring and burning, reflecting the girl's beautiful face.

The girl stood in the middle of the field, stretched out her hand to spread the bun on the top of her head, and her long green hair hung down her shoulders, and she raised her hand to brush a few strands of hair on her face, and gently stroked them behind her ears.

The girl stood on tiptoe and stood up straight, her long sleeves moving lightly, like a rose in the snow, the color of the cold, and the loneliness of the world.

She bent over, stretched out her hand, picked a black cistanche flower, put it under her nose and sniffed it slightly, her eyes crossed Fanxiang's face, smiled slightly, and sang softly:-

On this day last year,

I am the waiting lotus, with a lingering fragrance,

Who is it, or you, who has come and come and awakened my heart?

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On this day this year,

You are the catkins in the fly, curling Sanskrit,

Who is it, or you, to go and go, to hurt my affection?

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On this day last year,

I am clothed in the wind, and I am poured out into your bosom.

On this day this year,

Your white appearance melts in the fingertips of my flowers,

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A season of April's affection, splendid your figure, I have listened!

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Today this year,

The way you look, the staggering comes and goes,

As bright as the shadow of the clothes on the water,

Once promised, whose life is affectionate?

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The wind sings, the moon makes the harp,

The singing voice is faint, and there is a little clear sound,

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the water is not tired of being deep,

A trip to leave, whose ten-mile pavilion did it wet?

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You are the shadow,

The lock fastened the tip of the brow, like a flower,

Bian Zhou left, only to say a funeral flower chant!

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In the midst of thousands of people, in the endless sky,

Come and go, I listen to your voice,

No day early, no day late,

Come on, go, go!

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The singing voice is like a complaint, affectionate and graceful.

At this time, three cowhide drums have been placed on the field according to the direction of the equilateral triangle, and the three drums are about ten meters apart.

Chang Xi walked straight to the drum in the middle and back and picked up the drumstick. Su Xinyan stood in the middle of the drums on the left and right, took out the Qingyun silk from his sleeve, and shook it lightly with his hand, and the dozen or so golden bells at one end of the ribbon made a crisp sound of "jingle bell".

Chang Xi picked up the drumstick, and "dong dong dong" rhythmically began to beat the drum.

Su Xinyan stood on tiptoe, between the three drums, taking small broken steps, sliding lightly, and the green cloud silk swayed with the sound of the drum, rhythmic, and circled.

The drum sound is light or heavy, slow or urgent, the light dance posture rotates, and the green cloud silk rolls the golden bell to hit the big drum on the left and right, and the crisp sound of "jingle bell" is endless. Draw a large circle on the left and right of the ribbon, draw a snake in the middle position, and jump in a row. Gradually, the rhythm of the drum is getting stronger and stronger, Su Xinyan flies in the air, spinning, long sleeves dance lightly, long ribbons in the air or draped on the shoulders, or both hands hold the silk and dance, sometimes folded, sometimes waved, dazzling silk flowers dance out of the "big eight", "small eight", "wave flowers", "double pair of flowers", "shoulder circle", "jumping circle flower", "pangut", "big wheel", etc., such as the goddess scattered flowers, flying lightly in the sky, whirling and flying.

When the drum beats rapidly, the ribbon blows like a long blue wind; When the drum beat slowly, the ribbons drifted like wisps of smoke. Under the moonlight, in the firelight, the long green cloud silk, the jade white figure, the dancing posture is wrapped in silk flowers, the circles rolled up by the ribbon are like a cluster of light clouds hitting the ground drum, the sound of "jingle bells", the dance posture is beautiful and vivid, the movements are brisk and free, music, rhythm, dance, deep feelings, is the whole of this world.

The golden bell at the end of the silk may be thrown out from afar, hitting the big drum on the left and right, and the drum beat of Chang Xi should be in harmony, and the sound of dong dong is endless.

The night breeze danced with the green silk, and the flames of the bonfire shone to the rhythm of the drums, as if they were alive, and the glowing spirits swirled around the flames to the sound of the drums.

Thousands of viewers watched with bated breath.

The water flows gently under the willow forest, the bamboo branches at the foot of the mountain shake gently, the wicker supports the wind, and in addition to the drumming of the drums in the field, it is the crisp sound of the golden bells at the end of the silk.

This is a wonderful and beautiful ribbon dance, the drum rumbles, the green silk is elegant, spinning like flying sky, suddenly looking back, the ethereal and beautiful dance, and the night breeze is leisurely, the drum sound is simple and simple, the song is over, the drum is suspended, the beautiful shadow in the field stands quietly, and then slowly walks away, leaving only the glowing spirit by the bonfire to dance alone, just like three or five best friends side by side walked side by side for a while, when to break up, quietly immersed in the moment of attachment at the time of the breakup, too late to look back.

It took a long time for the audience to wake up and applaud.

After a while, the presiding elder stood up and announced the final process—the formal ceremony of sending the coffin to the coffin.