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At this time, I only heard three horns blowing in the square, and Mei Lingfeng and the others walked down from the palace square.

Ayiguli came over, said hello to Fanxiang, and arranged with Aisha for the more than 2,000 women who had followed her to take a seat in the square.

Mei Lingfeng stood by the bonfire and waved to everyone, and all the sergeants stood up in unison with solemn expressions.

Mei Lingfeng said loudly: "Brothers, you have worked hard today, you are bleeding and killing the enemy outside, everyone does not distinguish between each other, and you will be happy and happy tonight." Of course, the fighters on duty for the night vigil were also immediately put into place. The horn sounded again, and the four hundred-man soldiers lined up, led their horses and swords, and headed for the four gates of the ancient city.

Mei Lingfeng looked at the soldiers standing in the square, and continued to say loudly: "Brothers, tonight I want you to know a hero whose name you have either seen or only heard, do you know?

In the square, whether old or young, all the soldiers shouted in unison: "Fanxiang, Fanxiang, Fanxiang!"

Mei Lingfeng pulled out the short knife at his waist, slashed into the void, and said loudly, "Salute our heroes!"

I saw all the sergeants in the direction of Fan Xiang standing, Qi Qi quickly lined up in several queues according to the order of height and shortness, made a fist with his right hand, and lightly beat three times on the left chest of the individual, bang bang three times, the sound of everyone beating the chest was uniform, and then, the right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and it was placed on the left chest, Qi Qi bowed slightly to Fan Xiang, and solemnly performed a military salute. At the same time, more than a dozen sergeants came, cheering, lifting the incense and throwing it into the air, and then throwing it again, three times in a row.

All the sergeants on the field shouted in unison again: "Fanxiang, Fanxiang, Fanxiang!"

The dozen or so sergeants finally caught Fan Xiang steadily, gently placed it on the ground, and then stood up to Fan Xiang, clenched his right hand into a fist, and lightly beat him three times on his left chest, bang three times, clenched his right hand into a fist again, put it on his left chest, bowed solemnly, and performed a military salute.

Fan Xiang solemnly looked at these soldiers in front of him, looking at the sergeants who were well arranged, the military appearance was very prosperous, and the morale was high, and he couldn't help but be secretly relieved in his heart. Although he did not spend much time with these rebels, he fought on the same battlefield in the morning, and a feeling of trusting his life spontaneously arose.

The sergeants stopped, and Mei Lingfeng said loudly: "Brothers, rejoice in our victory, and drink for our victory." 'Resist the enemy and defend your country. The sergeants cheered.

Mei Lingfeng shouted: "Brothers and sisters, be happy! Our military song, everyone sing it with me—

A hundred years of life is like a dream.

There is life and death, and the strong man chokes his wrist.

As I am born, as I am dead.

Death is not enough to mourn, life is not enough to be happy.

Hu wind in the west, smoke in the east.

Qingqing Zijin, my heart and my wish.

It is difficult to protect our country's land, but it is difficult to go to our country.

What is the joy of life and what is the regret of death?

Think of my wife and children, and look at my homeland.

Defend the prestige of our country, and lend me a sword.

The rest of his life is happy, and he fights to turn the field.

The road is blocked, and the road is long and far!

......

The singing voices of the soldiers are heroic, majestic, heavy, and the sound penetrates the sky.

Those soldiers who were once forcibly recruited as servants by Beigong, although they are now newly joined by the rebels, listening to this song from their hometown in the East, thinking of the killing and brutality in the past ten months, they can't help but blame themselves and regret in their hearts.

All the sergeants sang this heroic and tragic ballad, and they all burst into tears.

At this time, some fellow soldiers from the Western Regions played the horse-head qin, and in the sound of the yoyo qin, singing and laughter were everywhere. The old men and women who were in charge of the cooking gave them barbecue, peanuts, raisins, barley wine, and mare's milk wine. The sergeants drank wine in large bowls, ate meat in large pieces, and sang and danced.

Fanxiang comes from the mountains of the Qing Dynasty and martial law, there has never been such a scene of taking the sky as the cover, taking the earth as the seat, indulging in the scene, the singing is in the ears, the dancing posture is in the eyes, the love is intoxicated, a few bowls of barley wine are in the stomach, all the misfortunes and pains have disappeared in the depths of memory for the time being, and the mood is growing, and it is very happy.

The fireworks in the center of the square are shining, and the rhythm of the horse-head qin is swirling and fluttering in the air, slightly drunk, but in a burst of melodious music, a woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old is holding a lancet, Yingying walked to the center of the square, wearing a red suit, tight sleeves, wearing a big red cloak, slender figure, fluttering clothes;

Holding a lancet in her hand, Medor radiated with youthful vigor, stood in the flames of light, like a raging fire.

At this time, the melodious music pauses, and then, a "dong dongdong" cowhide drum beats, and the drum sound is slow and rhythmic.

I saw her facing the sergeants, her cloak was curled, her eyes were slightly closed, and she used a sword as a sword, with momentum in her heart, strength in her waist, knife in her arm, and intention in the knife. Holding the knife in his left hand in a parallel line with the ground, his eyes parallel to his left hand, as quiet as a virgin. Subsequently, the knife is changed to the right hand, the knife hand is still parallel to the ground, standing on tiptoe with one foot, the body is tilted like a golden rooster independently, and the ground is 45 degrees, the right hand exerts force, the knife is waved flat, short and powerful, and the arc is cut forward.

As the beat of the drums intensified, the rumbling of the drums shook for nine nights, and suddenly, the drumming of the prelude ceased, as if the thunder and lightning had stopped wrath.

Her sword is like a sword weapon dancing like a sword, and the sword in her hand shines like a sunset when the drum stops, like a sunset on the earth; she jumps into the air, and when she whirls, she dances like a frightening dragon; she jumps with her legs, and her dancing posture is vigorous and swift, like a dragon flying; her sword is like a wild cursive book, rough and majestic; the knife is fluttering, like the moon bending, gently sprinkled; the lancet is just one in her hand, and with her gestures, sometimes like a cloud of silver smoke, around her, sometimes like a silver whip flying out, striking the night in the distance; the knife is like a soul, and it walks freely in every void in the square。

The sword is like a sword, like a shadow like the wind, like a wave like a scale.

Her every movement is in line with the beat of the drum, the tight rhythm of the beat, interspersed with delicate sounds, like the nine days of phoenix singing.

The action of "walking knife" is continuous, such as the dragon of Changhong, one after the other, and like the flowing water, uniform and tough;

Another drum beat suddenly burst out, and the rumbling sound resounded throughout the audience.

In the glow of the blazing fire, another graceful and vigorous figure jumped into the center of the square.

The man was dressed in an indigo short suit, also wearing a bright red cloak, holding a light and delicate lancet, with beautiful eyebrows and heroic spirits.

With the slow and rapid relaxation of the drums, the sword dance of the two is chic and heroic, and the form is gorgeous and colorful, just like two fleeting fireworks, one green and one red, burning warmly in the center of the square, and enjoying the fiery youth.

The two of them were in the field, sometimes moving like a rabbit, like a red lightning piercing the fire of the night, and like the crystal dew that slid over the lotus leaves, enthusiastically falling into a piece of green silk silk; sometimes floating like a flying flower, just like a song that turned into a beautiful song, melodious in the cool night air, floating in the flowing light and shadow, hiding a touch of tenderness, hiding some sorrow.

The shimmering light flames, the left and right postures condense the frost and snow, look back temporarily, and move towards the Jade Palace.

Their knife dance is mainly stabbed, as well as cutting, splitting, pointing, hanging, teasing, picking, etc., ethereal, elegant, and complex. They use the knife as the sword, combined with the stabbing skills of the sword dance, mainly cutting and splitting, and expand the space range of the dance from the point of the sword blade to the arc within the reach of the sword, so that the ornamental nature of the sword dance becomes more beautiful and rounded.

The drumming suddenly stopped, and the rumbling stopped.

"When", the two knives of the lancet intersected, and then, Ershu stepped on the moon, and suddenly threw the knife into the clouds, up to dozens of zhang, and then, the knife was projected from the air like two electric lights, Ershu held the scabbard and received the knife, and the blade was accurately inserted into the sheath, silently.

At the end of the dance, the shadow of the knife in his hand was like a calm wave on the sea, leaving only sparkling ripples. Those who have been rough and majestic, have been thrilling, and tried their best to express the pride of the battle, so that the audience in the audience looked like clouds changing color, dizzy, and felt that even the heavens and the earth were spinning.

In Russia, there was thunderous applause in the square, and the applause roared.

At this time, the drum sounded softly, knock, knock, knock, knock, the sound was slow and light, the bonfire in the center of the square was raging, and I saw that there were twelve bright and bright-toothed girls holding lancets in their hands to join the dance field, all of them were in the same indigo short outfit as Ti Ying, and each wearing a big red cloak, as the drum beat gradually became more and more rapid, I saw them divided into two rows, neatly scattered behind Mei Duoer and Chun Yu Ti Ying.

Mei Duoer and Ti Yingfu pulled out the lancet again, swung the knife forward, squatted half-squatting, did not bow their waists, did not bow their heads, exerted force from their buttocks, trembled their upper bodies slightly, stepped on trembling steps, and moved five steps and five directions according to the "metal, wood, water, fire, earth" orientation.

With the rhythm of the drums, their rhythm is closely aligned with the sound of the drums, trembling, squatting, kicking back, jumping on one leg and with both feet, when the knife rotates with the body, a silver knife flower is drawn in mid-air, and in the fiery red flame there are like pieces of snow, each piece of snow is like a ring, floating up and down, left and right, smooth as flowing clouds, accompanied by a delicate sound, showing the tenacity and unyielding of the dancers.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling silver light on the ground.

The firelight, glittering with the moonlight, dotted with the fourteen lightly dancing lancets in the center of the square.

In the transformation of the dancer's light moon steps, in the movement of the half-squatting five-step five-direction step, the lancet flies into the air, around, and beside him, like a drop of water on a green silk handkerchief;

The drums rumble, slowly, and fourteen lancets flutter and spin, soft, flexible, calm, and angular. The dancers move shortly, slow and fast, soft and rigid, delicate and rough, simple, unyielding, and tragic.

Ziqi and Wuxian sat next to Fanxiang, glanced at each other, picked up the bowl, and drank it all.

Ziqi pulled out the katana at his waist, held an embroidered spring knife without injury, and the two of them jumped into the dance arena with one arrow. They responded to the sound of the drums, half-squatted their legs, and walked out of the same moon footwork and body shape as Mei Duoer, and soon merged into one.

At this time, the third cowhide drum also joined the drum beating, knock, knock, the sound is more majestic.

In the center of the square, the fire was blazing, reflecting their strong and vigorous figures, mighty and brave images.

I saw that they were holding knives in their right hands, their wrists turning vigorously with the rhythm of the drum rumbling, and a majestic roar came out of their mouths, and at the same time, the dance steps were calm and dignified, full of power and heaviness.

For a time, men and women, speed and steadiness, power and gentleness, roundness and majesty, are intertwined with each other, forming a dynamic picture of tenacity and tragedy, softness and strength.

Fan Xiang drank the old wine alone, looking at the knife dance in the center of the square, the figure of Nalan Rouruo occasionally flashed in her mind, and the green silk dance of Su Xinyan was intertwined, and she was emotional, unconsciously, she was already half drunk, and she couldn't help but be excited, full of pride, so she pulled out the broken knife, and held an urn of barley wine, and in the light of the fire, the figure dragged on the ground, staggering towards the center of the square.