Song Siyuan looked at the front hall, the hall was square and weekly, painted with rich colors, majestic murals of Wenchen and military generals, it can be seen that the north wall is connected to the atrium on the left and right, and the wall is full of wall size, drawing the corresponding dragons on the left and right!

This dragon horse-headed crocodile mouth, eagle eye sheep whiskers, snake belly fish scales, bull ears and canine teeth, eyes like looking at mountains and rivers, shrewd and profound, feet on the waves, like a winding giant snake shuttling through colorful auspicious clouds, divine and mighty appearance, completely different from ordinary dragons, its body is covered with verdant scales like needle pine, the blue dragon brown hair on the waist and back is delicate and fluttering with the wind, as if flying on the wall, rippling with ripples all over the body, the mouth seems to inhale the dragon ball, open the fangs and huge mouth, and move forward angrily.

On the opposite side of this divine dragon, it is also a divine dragon of the same specification, but the color has changed to pale yellow and slightly brown, which seems to be more aging, still domineering and awe-inspiring, and cannot be looked at directly.

In front of the dragon mural is a round platform of white marble carving, about the area is as big as ten civilian dwellings, the surrounding is carved as a dragon head with a wooden pillar, and at the same time the chain is pulled up for everyone, on the chain, it is hung with bronze bells, five-color silk silk, when it is dense, it seems to be hanging a colored cloth between the pillars, outside the round platform, there are twenty red back couches divided into two circles, staggered with each other, distributed around the white marble platform, although the faces of the people sitting on the couch are different, but they are all wearing crowned gowns, and there are women who also wear flower tree dresses next to them, probably their spouses.

Their eyes were the same, all staring at a pair of dancing witches on the white marble platform! These two witches, a man and a woman, one yang and one yin, with different faces, dressed in sacrificial robes and robes, stood in the center of the round platform.

Look closely, the witch's black hair is all combed, coiled on the top of the head to form a cloud bun, and a fist-sized mass bun is added to the cloud bun, a golden hairpin passes through the middle, and a crimson ribbon is tied on both sides to hang down the back of the head, and the cylindrical bun is inserted with countless grass velvet flowers such as peonies, lilies, and red plums.

She wore a crimson robe with a round neck, which was cinnabar crimson, covered with bowl-sized beads and grass patterns, with flowing cuffs, slender hems, and a wide belt to tie up the thin waist, which was delayed at the back, and with gold bead earrings, there was an indescribable mystery.

The most mysterious thing is the mask that covers this witch's face! This mask is as white as paper, the lips are red and the eyebrows are black, the rouge smudges the cheeks and eyebrows, and the dark eyeliner outlines the thin eyes of Danfeng, light as silk, and it fits perfectly along the ups and downs of the face, as if it was specially made for the face of a witch.

After talking about the witch's style, let's talk about the witch. The sorcerer's clothes are similar to those of a witch, with a round neck, wide sleeves, a swaying hem, and a gorgeous belt dragged on the ground behind him, but the color is green, and the bowl is woven with gold thread to weave the large Lianzhu Tianwang group pattern, and the top of the head is combed into a bun, and he wears a crown that looks like a black satin wat board, and there are feathers on both sides of the crown.

This wizard also wears the same mask, but his pale face lacks soft lines, and more shows the toughness and majesty of the wizard, with hard eyebrows like a sword, eyes as sharp as a wolf, and black lips and black eyes, which makes people a little frightened.

One of these two witch wishes is holding a black sword, and the other is holding a group-shaped copper bell, and the posture on the white marble platform is strange, like a sword practice in the same martial arts.

If these two people were flesh and blood, they would have rotted into white bones in a thousand years, and they could be preserved to the present with porcelain, and the texture of their skin was similar to that of glazed porcelain, all of which were smooth with some oily light, as if brushed with a layer of tung oil on the yellowish skin, if the seams on the face were ignored, it was really like two living people Wu Xian standing on the stage for a thousand years.

Yue Guanchao had heard Song Siyuan mention the big noodle dance just now, and now it was time to ask, he looked at Song Qianjin and asked, "What is the big noodle dance?" Song Siyuan knew that the puppets that appeared here had aroused everyone's suspicions, and explained: "The big face dance, also known as the face dance, the mask dance, is a kind of dance performed with masks, these dances have their own classification, the only common characteristic is that the dancer needs to use paper, wood or animal skin to make a mask, on which the image of mythology, animals, ghosts, and gods is depicted. She paused, and continued to explain in a speculative tone: "The Damian Dance was founded in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and was once popular in the Tang Dynasty, and became a favorite dance of the Tang magnates and people together with the military drama. ”

"The dance we saw in front of us looked like a big dance, but it was actually a witch dance!"