Xiao Bing had never forged a sword, he was confused, he wanted to ask Song Zhang, but Song Zhang shook his head and said, "I can't teach you about sword casting now, tomorrow is my brother's sacrifice day, and I will teach you tomorrow." ”

Xiao Bing had no regrets, just quietly said, "Listen to you"

At night, Song Zhang walked into a low tree in the back mountain, where was Song Zhang's warehouse, and there were all kinds of old things in the warehouse, some of which were small things in the mortal world, and some were treasures that were also precious to cultivators.

It's a messy warehouse, but it's very harmonious, there are some crooked chairs next to the table, vaguely making people feel that someone has just stood up and left, and a green shoot grows in the water cup on the table, which is a small sapling of a spirit tree that has not grown for decades, and it makes the desk a lot more angry at the moment.

Song Zhang lifted a large cloth and saw a big drum in front of him.

Song Zhang had told his disciples that anyone could go to the ruins, but a few could enter the tall buildings. If you are one level higher, one level higher, you will be one level away from people.

This drum at this moment is an ordinary drum, which is said to have been given to Song Zhang by one person.

This drum will be beaten once a year by Song Zhang, when paying tribute to the deceased.

At this moment, Song Zhang gently touched the drum, silent, reminiscing about the past.

This drum was actually unusual a long time ago, Song Zhang would use his spiritual power to protect this drum every time he beat the drum, and Song Zhang has been playing for more than 200 years, and he has Song Zhang's spiritual power on this drum for a long time.

Ning He once asked Song Zhang why he was drumming.

Song Zhang said that people will forget the past, but I am not willing to forget the past.

Ning He said "they are dead, they can't see"

Song Zhangdao "I'm not dead yet, I can still see it"

The next day, Big Mouth pulled Xiao Bing to see the excitement... Xiao Bing was at a loss for what to do.

It was a strange day, it seemed to be a holiday, but when I think about it carefully, I can't think of anything special about it.

There are always people walking in twos and threes on the road.

Soon Xiao Bing found that he had been lost by the big mouth, he smiled bitterly and was helpless.

However, Xiao Bing did not go back.

Xiao Bing saw a lot of acquaintances, such as Shanshan, who was holding flowers and quietly following the water, the little girl was quite serious today.

For example, a female big mouth chirps in a group of girls.

For example, it is rare for Chef Liu not to wear an apron today.

For example, Du Baisu, looking at the woods in a daze.

"Senior sister, you are also here. Xiao Bing said hello.

Du Baisu was stunned for a moment, and leaked a gentle smile, "Actually, you are wrong, there will be many people here every year"

Xiao Bing: "Why?"

"Today is the festival day of our predecessors, and many people come here every year on this day."

Xiao Bing smiled bitterly, "What the hell is going on with Senior Sister, which senior makes you respect so much"

Du Baisu shook his head, "Actually, many people don't know what those seniors are called, but they value it very much, they are very serious, and they come every year, so after a long time, everyone is used to it, and they have begun to instinctively respect their ancestors." ”

Suddenly, Du Baisu grabbed Xiao Bing's hand, "Let's take you to a good place." ”

After a few turns, the two of them came to a cliff, there was a small tree on the cliff, Du Baisu waved his fingers, the spell was born, the tree grew rapidly, and then pulled Xiao Bing to sit on the tree pole stretched out of the cliff, Xiao Bing was a little sluggish, blushing a lot, and then, Du Baisu pointed his finger in one direction, "Look, look over there." ”

Xiao Bing was stunned for a moment, then looked over, and just happened to see a clearing, where a woman in red was standing.

Every May, the sky is full of flocculents,

Yan Ji dances,

Ning He Blows Xiao,

Song Zhang beating the drum,

Magnificent and sad, soft and sad...

The drum sound is heavy and solid, the flute sound is high and free, and Yan Ji's dance is a pity for many people, it doesn't want the drum sound to spread like the flute sound, so there will always be people who can't see it.

Although all three of them are nostalgic for their old friends, they themselves are far away.

Xiao Bing listened to the accompaniment quietly that day, and he felt very relaxed and quiet. And the dancing figure made him a little dazed.

"Do you think Uncle Yan is good-looking?" Du Baisu asked quietly.

Xiao Bing said, "It's good-looking, why do you ask this?"

Du Baisu: "I think so too"

Xiao Bing said: "Do you think Uncle Yan really likes the second master?" ”

Du Baisu was stunned for a moment, "Second master?"

Xiao Bing: "I now have two masters, I call Ning He the second master"

Du Baisu "Sounds a little silly, but I don't believe the rumor"

Xiao Bing said, "Why?"

Du Baisu "Actually, you don't know, the whole Zixiao Mountain is indeed the master Ning He, but in terms of liking, I still like the master Song Zhang more, the master is like a fog, but it gives people the feeling that he is very far away from people, and you will never know what he looks like"