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The crowd dispersed, and a huge stage gradually appeared in the eyes of Fang Li and many white-robed soldiers.

I saw that in a slightly empty place in the distance, a square wooden platform of about three feet stood abruptly on the street, and people around the wooden platform looked at the three-foot-high platform in front of them with gentle faces.

Even when everyone was vying to see the heroic posture of the white-robed army before, no one wanted to stand on the wooden platform, as if they should not be desecrated by themselves in the eyes of everyone, and even the people standing next to the wooden platform were careful not to let themselves touch it.

From the eyes of the people around him, Fang Li clearly felt the respect, there was no disgust in the dodge, some were just careful, just like standing in front of the Buddha statue, people would consciously lower their voices, otherwise their own noise would disturb the holiness here.

And here, too, when the drums sounded, everyone stopped shouting, as if they were afraid that their voices would disturb this rare sound.

......

Knock! Knock!

The drums rang out in bursts, and in the dull drumming, there seemed to be countless subtle drum beats, as if they were responding to harmony, as if a snare drum in one part of the battlefield would make another respond.

But Fang Li looked carefully, and there was only one side on the wooden platform with a diameter of one zhang, occupying nearly half of the wooden platform.

And the person standing on the wooden platform and beating the drum was not the imaginary sturdy sergeant, but a woman dressed in red clothes and red shoes, with long hair flowing around her waist.

A pair of drumsticks that were also wrapped in red silk cloth waved back and forth in the woman's hand, dancing a gorgeous dance, while beating the heavy drum, a dull drum sound was spread all over the streets and alleys, spread throughout the entire Qingyin Pass, whether it was Fang Li and Taibai Jushi standing nearby or the white-robed army in the distance, or even the Qingying Pass guards who were far away on the city wall, they could clearly hear the heavy and thick drum, and even the subtle sound of the drums was heard clearly.

"What's going on?"

Fang Li looked at the Taibai monk with a slightly solemn face on the side and asked quietly.

This is the drumming and warping that has been circulating in the Qingying Pass, I have heard of it, but today is indeed the first time I have seen it with my own eyes!"

While transmitting the sound to Fang Li to explain, the Taibai Jushi continued to listen with his ears pricked up, as if the sound of the drum had an almost demonic attraction for someone like the Taibai Jushi.

Seeing the appearance of the Taibai monk, Fang Li seemed to understand that this was a unique celebration in the Qing Yin Pass, and he was not surprised for a moment, and he squinted his eyes slightly on Zhuma Street and began to listen carefully.

The dull sound of the drumsticks tinged with the haste of the march, the majesty of the raising of the tent, and the silence of the battlefield at dusk. Fang Li also understood that the wooden platform itself was like a drum, and the girl standing on it was like a swinging drumstick, and the slender jade feet would appear as if they were beating a drum.

Responding to each other is like playing a gorgeous piece of music with a lonely snare drum.

At first, Fang Li just felt that it was obviously not easy for such a girl to be able to play like this, but although he kept listening to it, Fang Li felt that what he had heard before was just the prelude to a piece of music.

The warm and peaceful drum beat is like a peaceful and prosperous paradise, just like the people living in a peaceful and prosperous world. Listening to it carefully, Fang Li seemed to find that the one who stood on the drumming was a member of the singing movement, and the sound of the drum reflected another character.

Lang rode a bamboo horse, around the bed to make green plums, the friendship between the two little guesses gradually changed into love after growing up, in the comfort of both parents, in the blessing of the neighborhood, with a little shyness and expectation, the bride walked on the sedan chair, but happiness did not come......

But suddenly there was a deep cry, and the war began.

The enemy army entered the army, and the war was raging, and the chest that should have been carrying the red flower was replaced with cold armor, and the veil that had not been uncovered was torn off by the bride and turned into the red tassel of the silver spear. Wipe the armor and silver spear for your lover over and over again.

Before leaving, the reassuring voice still took away the bride's concern for her husband, and in the cold horn sound, in the dull drum beat, the husband embarked on the journey and went away.

The woman stood on the wall every day, waiting for her lover's return, one day, one month......

In order to be able to complete the unfinished wedding as soon as possible, every day the woman waited in the city in a red wedding dress, waiting for her lover to return, waiting for her lover to untie the red veil on the silver spear and bring it for herself again.

A war report was sung loudly in the streets, and when he heard that his husband's army had won another battle, he would rush up the city wall with a happy face, but he did not see his lover's return until the sun set. ...... every day, every day

January...... The lover of the dream jumped on the horse......

One year ...... The lover in the dream appeared in his sight with the golden light of the setting sun......

Five-year ...... The lover in the dream never returned, and all that awaited him was endless loneliness and a touch of red that would never go away......

Decade...... I don't know what the old dream is......

The rumbling drum revealed a touch of heartache that could not be concealed, and even a monk like Fang Li, the Taibai monk, could not suppress the sadness in his heart for a while, and even directly spoke out in pain......

Boom!

A crisp drum beat pulls everyone back from reality to the music once again!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden light sprinkled the entire heaven and earth, and the high-pitched sound of the horn on the horizon was the same as it was decades ago...... The neat procession with gold-colored armor walked under the city gates.

The blush above the city gate seemed to be the same, but he couldn't call out his lover's name when he opened his mouth......

Boom!

......

It's over!

After the last drum sound, all the sounds disappeared, the entire Qingying Pass was quiet, and the woman who was beating the drum on the stage also stopped what she was doing, looked up at Fang Li and Taibai Jushi and his party, the drumstick in her hand was gently put away, and she first saluted Fang Li and Taibai Jushi, and then smiled at Fang Li.

"Huh?"

After seeing that smile, Fang Li's whole person seemed to be stunned, that kind of smile couldn't talk about captivating the country and the city, but the picturesque meaning in it always made Fang Li difficult to figure out, like a seal on his heart, which was hard to forget.

"How is it? This is the courtesy of our heroes of the Qing Hades Pass!"

Just when Fang Li was stunned, a gentle voice appeared strangely beside Fang Li.

"What is the woman's name?"

After Fang Li saw that the person who appeared inexplicably was Xianzhi, he didn't ask why the other party appeared, but directly asked about this woman.

"She?"

Xianzhi didn't know how to answer Fang Li's question when he heard it, so he could only say, "I don't know...... All we know is that the people call him Lord Priest......"

"The Priest?"

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