"Hi...... Hi Hi ...... Hi...... Hi Hi ...... Hi hi hi ......"

"Step on ...... Treading ...... Trample...... Treading ...... Pedal ......"

"Uh......h Whining...... Woo......"

The grass and trees are wrapped in the body, the loess is coated, the cloak is scattered, the feet are barefoot, the whole body is green, the mouthpiece roars, the expression is excited, and it looks like madness.

The old man's gray hair, shriveled body, man's thick beard, majestic body, child's short stature, resolute gaze, three hundred young and old sorcerers raised their hips at the same time, three hundred old and young suppressed roars, desolate horns, and single shouts.

"Hi...... Hi Hi ...... Hi...... Hi Hi ......"

The old voice is old and hoarse, the prime of life is thick and low, the young man is mellow and masculine, the young man is bright and slightly dumb, the child is crisp and pure, from old to young, the five voices are combined, headed by the old, the old is long, mysterious and ghostly.

"Hi...... Hi Hi ...... Hi...... Hi Hi ......"

One by one, the old witches and little witches roared this sound with all their spirits, they were sweating profusely, their muscles were knotted, and they trembled, they worshiped their ancestors with their pious witch hearts, there were no sacrifices, no sacrifices, only the most sincere hearts, the hottest blood.

The muscles of the old and young are trembling, the simple and mysterious green lines on the body are writhing, and the mysterious aura permeates the green and seedling land, the earth is buzzing under their feet, and the grass and trees are pouring out vitality.

Roaring, shouting, singing, chanting, reverence, admiration, praise......

There are too many inseparable fiery feelings, a voice containing all feelings, and worshipping their ancestors with a pure witch heart and boiling witch blood...... The ancestor of the wood, Wu Jumang, poured out all his possessions, did not fake foreign objects, was born in the body, died to the Father, glory, glory.

Three hundred witches converged into a cyan torrent hovering above the heads of the young witches, all the witches worshiped their ancestors with all their hearts and minds, raised their hands and feet, sweated heavily every time, and their throats were rolling with all the hot feelings, and every voice poured out everything, and they did not hesitate to do their best.

The old man's body trembled as if he would fall down at any time, but they could always step out calmly, always roar hoarsely, the child's eyes were resolute, he bit his lip, and his throat shouted hard, until finally they supported each other, unable to shout or lift up.

The sound of the voice, the elephant is invisible, the wood god sacrifice at this moment is the essence, without reservation, the whole body and the whole heart, offering all the names of the witch, the wood god sacrifice.

Shi Ji has a sense of suffocation, her heart beats with the witch heart of the young sorcerer, sings together, burns together, she seems to have really become a witch, from the inside out, she understands the true meaning of witch, witch in the heart, all the spirit of witch in the heart, all the power of witch in the heart.

How strong the heart is, how strong the blood is, how big the heart, how strong the strength is, their witch sacrifice is the heart sacrifice, the heart is the sacrifice, the witch heart is everything to the witch, the witch has a heart to live, no heart is to die, the heart sacrifice is the life sacrifice, what a strong feeling!

Shi Ji reflects the witch heart with his own primordial Taoist heart, and listens to the five tones of the witch sacrifice with his heart, the old sound, the middle sound, the green sound, the young tone, the small sound, the five tones are combined, and the sound of the whole Wu clan is the sound of the witch family.

Shi Ji understood too much in an instant, at this moment she was sincerely grateful to the old witch, it was he who tried his best to hold the Wood God Sacrifice once every few decades with the strength of the whole clan, which was an extremely dangerous practice, after the Wood God Sacrifice, the entire Qingmiao Combat Power was lost, and it was the weakest time.

Shi Ji looked at a lovely old man, man, youth, teenager, child, her nose was sour, Wu treated me sincerely, I should repay with sincerity, she sat under the big green tree to guard the Qingmiao Wu clan, this guard will be guarded for a month, and a month is her life in January.

All the fierce beasts and monsters that came to commit crimes were killed by her.

"Ding...... Ding Ding ...... Ding......"

Shi Ji played the beginning wholeheartedly, the piano is still the piano, but the sound has changed, the old hoarse and full of charm, if someone looks carefully, they will find that Shi Ji plays the piano at this time with one string, four strings complement each other, and the two strings of Shewenwu do not use.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu: Gong belongs to the guttural sound, the five lines are earth, the first of the five tones, the old sound, and its sound is extremely long and extremely voiced.

Shang belongs to the tooth sound, the five lines are gold, for the middle sound, and its tone is longer and the next voice.

The horn belongs to the tooth sound, the five rows are wood, and it is a green sound, and its sound is between the length and the high and the low voice.

The sign belongs to the tongue sound, and the five elements belong to the fire, which is a low tone, and its tone is high and short.

The feather is a labial sound, and the five elements belong to water, which is a small sound, and its sound is extremely short, extremely high and very clear.

Shiji is headed by the old palace, and the four tones of Shangjiao Zhengyu complement each other, playing a piece of music called "Qingmiao", and the men and women who are busy planting in the Qingmiao tribe are all listening, and their faces are full of joy.

The old man squinted his eyes and basked in the sun and shook his head and hummed a tune, but it was not very good, and he forgot it, the teenagers were much more powerful, dancing and singing very pleasantly, the little ones gathered under the big green wood, grinning one by one, and the clean eyes like black pearls looked at Shi Ji for a while and looked at Xiao Qingluan for a while, as if they were the only ones busy.

This month, no one in the entire Qingmiao tribe has been evil, there are no children, no women, no teenagers, no youth, not even the elderly, and the life without anger is happy and carefree.

They all fell in love with this taciturn luthier and liked to listen to her play the piano, her piano was called Taichu, and Taichu played witch music, called 'Qingmiao'.

"Auntie, play 'Qingya', okay?" the little girl Xiao Ya'er pleaded softly.

Shi Ji chuckled and looked at her, but did not speak.

Xiao Ya'er understood, Xiao Ya'er grabbed a small branch with a red face and wrote it vigorously on the ground, after a while, two twisted and oblique witch texts, Xiao Ya'er read timidly: "Qing Ya'er, Xiao Ya'er's name." ”

Shi Ji smiled and nodded, and she played the song 'Green Sprout' that belonged to Xiao Ya'er for the second time.

Xiao Ya'er was very happy, and her aunt was finally willing to play Qingya, she begged several times, and her aunt asked her if she could write 'Qingya'? She couldn't, so her aunt didn't speak again, she went to learn from the old witch grandfather.

Spring returns to the earth, the seeds germinate, the little sprouts are bathed in the spring glow, growing up in the mother's love and affection, and her heart grows little by little...... Whoever says an inch of grass will repay Sanchunhui, and one day she will definitely grow into a towering tree to protect countless green shoots and old trees.

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Xiao Qingluan spread her wings and flew high, Shi Ji left, leaving Qingmiao, she has her way, she is going to a place, this moment is particularly strong.

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