After Sun Susu and Sun Su finished playing a song, they looked at each other and smiled, and when they turned around, they saw that everyone was still silent in the drums, Sun Susu couldn't help but smile again, "The drums can pass through ghosts and gods." When Sun Su saw it, he also smiled, "Tomorrow will be seen." They left with each other, and the rest of the people stood stunned.

On the second day, the rooster was singing, just dawn, everyone was sleepy-eyed, and suddenly heard the sound of the wooden spine knocking on the doorpost, it was Sun Su who came to call everyone to get up.

Not long ago, we go to one of the eight mountains on the periphery of Shijing Village, only to see that this mountain is holy, the lines are clear, like an inverted triangle, the bamboo forest on the mountain is a piece, bypassing the bamboo forest, there is a vacant land behind the forest, its range is wide, the soil is sandy, there are clumps of grass on it and fall between them, and there is no special crop. Everyone saw a war drum standing on it again, a drum was supported on the yellow wood carving frame, the drum body was big red, the view was particularly atmospheric, the drum side was inlaid with a tiger head copper ring, the drum surface was made of cowhide, the drum was about 1 meter high, the face diameter was 1 meter, and the five-color flag was inserted behind the war drum. Sun Susu held two large wooden chimneys in his hands, his long hair was pulled up, he was dressed in a red dress, and he was wearing an orange cloak, standing in front of the drum. Heroic and cool, with a fighting spirit.

I saw Sun Susu's cloak raised, the long sleeves were thrown away, the wooden mallet was thrown away, and the wooden mallet fell on the drum surface, listening to the sound of the war drum was clear and loud, and the aftersound echoed! Sun Susu struck the drum again, and the momentum came, and the sound could be transmitted hundreds of miles away. Sun Susu struck the drum again, and this time the people also danced, their hands staggered each other, their posture corresponded to the song festival, and the body struck back, and the air wave shook and the flag fluttered again. Hand bending, feet lifting, standing drumming, side drumming, oblique drumming, round hitting, side hitting, receiving, striking, rolling, ten pressure hitting, release, pause, double, pause, double, attract people to listen involuntarily, the mind fluctuates, then rippling, look at the encouragement, sometimes fast and slow, fierce and bold, for a while "the hero carries the sword", for a while "the flower blooms towards the sky", dancing and ceremonial, dignified atmosphere! Or people or drums, is no longer in the eyes, only dancing in the drums! Everyone is dizzying, and the attention of the heart is all in the drums, inspiring. The drum sound is shocked, the drum falls and is stunned, Sun Susu suddenly paused, raised the drum, a rotation, 360 degrees, and fell on the rack, but the flag has changed a direction, a horizontal strike, Guan Song and others' minds have been pulled by the drum, this time the drum is reversed, everyone is in a cold sweat, Sun Susu saw that everyone has been confused by the drum, the mind and body are involuntary, and then a few percussions, only to feel that the drumstick is like falling on the heart, the air does not fall into the air, only to feel that the heart is confused, a pause, like lightning in the heart, the pain is particularly thoroughThen there was a combo, everyone fell to the ground one after another, and their minds were uncontrollable, and if the drum was strong, their minds were like blowing through a strong wind, and if the drum was weak, they were like drowning in a river. The sound of the drum is inseparable and cannot be separated, and it is impossible to exert its own strength, just like being a fish, and the drum is a sword. Everyone has no own mental power, this drum several frolic, Guan Song and others have been in the battle, blood from the mouth and nose, the injured are numerous, except for the bun child, the child is seven years old, nature dictates, there is also a perennial edification of herbal medicine. When I first heard the sound of drums, I was excited, and I saw that I listened to the drums, not only the drums. I saw that the herbs of my whole body were fragrant and placed in the yellow wheat waves. The wheat wave fluctuates up and down with the sound of the drum, and there are five colors of air flow in the air, and each color of the air flow has a flag head-on, and there is an air flow to blow the wheat wave with the strength of the drum. Children are amazed when they watch a drama. Because I can't hear the drum sound completely, I can see the encouragement, and I also see myself, standing next to the wheat waves, and the five-colored air flow is circling around the body, but it has not driven myself at all, and the more time passes, the more radiant it is. Suddenly, the air flow stopped, like Caixia falling into the wheat waves, scraping the wheat stalks from below, the wheat waves churned, but they could not extinguish their own light. was looking at himself in surprise, suddenly the drum body rested, the flag was inserted into the ground and there was no movement, the five-color air flow did not enter the soil and disappeared, the boy with a bun was suddenly shocked in his heart, the drum did not make him deaf, he could still hear the Quartet, Mai Lang could not confuse his eyes, and the five-color air flow could not scratch his own mental image. Suddenly disappearing without a trace, I am afraid that there will be a fatal blow. Sure enough, the drums stopped, the wheat waves stopped, the pennants stopped, and the air flow disappeared. Suddenly, the sound of striking, Mai Lang stood upside down, and the pennant rushed straight to the façade with air currents. The bun boy took a leap, the shadowless leg kicked out in a row, the flag was out of the air flow under the flying kick, flying in the air, and the bun boy saw that his own herbal fragrance retreated from the five-color airflow, so he jumped into the air and grabbed the flag in his hand. After some time, the bun boy looked at his body, and had already taken the five-color flag in his hand, and was complacent, and heard that the sky was cracked, and there was the power to tear apart the clouds and mist in the air, and the wheat field gradually melted, and he stood on the sand, but Guansong and others fell to the ground, and saw Sun Susu smiling and standing in front of the drum.

"This array is broken. ”

The bun boy hurriedly took out five pills from his clothes pocket, fed them to Guansong and the others to swallow, and helped everyone up one by one.

Guansong and others were confused by the appearance, unable to keep their will, rushing in the sound and color, gradually losing themselves, and the whole line was defeated. If you can break this formation, you have to have the power of the bun boy, and it should be the master of the medical hall who expected this array, so he sent the bun boy to break the formation together.

After breaking this formation, everyone was also overjoyed, but when they saw Sun Susu placing the drumsticks and waving his hand, he should have something to say.

"There is an old peasant on the top of this mountain, who lives in a hut on the top of the mountain, and does not interact with everyone. After Sun Susu finished speaking, he watched Guansong and the others go to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is full of moon seasons, a farmer, his face is red, two wooden barrels, a flat pole, a scoop, and a spoon of water to water the flowers.

The moon flowers are beautiful, and there are buds and leaves under them. The white flowers are high and elegant like cotton clouds, light red like rouge brushing, delicate and cute like pink gems, the big red is gorgeous and bright and bright than the red glow, the bright gold yellow and the compound color, the abundant flowers are beautiful, the leaves are dark green, the water is poured, the sun shines, and it is clear and beautiful. One is white, the other is red, orange and orange like the sun, fragrant and beautiful. This flower is fragrant, the pieces are delicate, and they are beautiful and fragrant in the wind. When the old farmer saw the children, he told them not to set foot in the flower fields, but to sit in a row on the ridges. Looking at the flowers on the ridges, the flowers nodded in the wind.

"Changchun thin guest moon red, fighting snow wins spring flower queen. The old farmer laughed, "These beautiful flowers have grown out of this mountain's aura Zhong Xiu." ”

Also, the flowers are beautiful and fragrant, and the children watched the old farmer watering the flowers, and in a short time, they have watered several acres.

After watering the flowers, picking up empty buckets, I took the children to the thatched hut.

There was nothing left in the thatched hut, and there was an iron pot on the simple stone stove. Stuff in some firewood, "Haven't you had lunch yet?" Guan Song and the others were indeed hungry, and nodded again and again. A few taro and sweet potatoes, put in the water. The fire was set up and burned vigorously, and the old farmer smiled, his face full of wrinkles. The water is boiling, and the old farmer is still burning the fire. The aroma of taro and sweet potatoes came out of the iron pot, and the old farmer took out the bamboo chopsticks, poked them, they were already cooked, took out a large wooden spoon, picked them out, one for each person. He took out the leftover charcoal with an iron chisel, took out some stored black charcoal heads while it was hot, put in a few corn and sweet potatoes, and roasted them. Roasted to a fragrant and sweet taste, one for each person. Everyone ate with a swarthy mouth.

Eat well, it's still early. The old farmer took out a bamboo mat and spread it on the turf in front of the hut. Everyone just sat there blowing the wind, looking at the moon flowers, smelling the sweetness of the flowers, and smelling the sweetness of the flowers. After sitting for a long time, I was a little sleepy, and I was a little thirsty after eating roasted sweet potatoes.

"Do you want to drink water?" happened to be handed over by the old farmer, drinking a large spoon of water, drinking mountain spring water, sweet with the smell of the mountains, everyone drank a small spoonful, drinking happily!

After drinking the water, it's time to tell a story, "Grandpa will tell you a story." Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was an old farmer on the mountain, who was accompanied by the moon and the season of the mountain, and one day, several children came to the mountain. Before the old farmer could finish speaking, the children were already asleep on their mats. Seeing this, the old farmer waved his hand, took out the flower hoe, knocked on the spot several times, the moon flowers appeared around the hut, the plants and the moon were higher than the human body, the flowers surrounded the people, and the people were getting shorter and smaller, until finally they were all in the kingdom of flowers, the sunlight was projected from the gaps in the interlaced branches and leaves of the moon flowers, sprinkled on the children's smooth faces, the fragrance of the moon was scattered in the air, in and out of the children's noses, as if visible to the naked eye under the sunlight.

"The old farmer and I are alone, hoeing day after day, facing the sun and facing the soil, following the cycle of the four seasons, taking care of the climate of the heaven and earth festival, the days are endless, and the joy in my heart is not stopped. The old peasant was singing, with a hoe in his hand, and sat on the side of the mat with his eyes closed. The hand wrote two words in the dirt. "Turning Dreams".

It turned out to be the sixth formation, and the name of the formation was "Turning Dreams".

Guan Song and the other six people fell asleep, and after a while, they saw everyone waking up in the void, it turned out to be the common dream of several people, they stood up, only to see a chaotic all around, misty, swaying, the fog floated and fell, and there were several airs, erratic, rising and falling. Everyone walked, but they couldn't take a step. Suddenly, I saw an old farmer, carrying a hoe, picking up the hoe and smashing it on the chaotic ground, the air dispersed, revealing the prosperous flowers, grains and grains, and the corresponding birth, everyone's ears gradually became sensitive, and their eyes gradually became clear, only to see chickens and dogs smelling each other, and the surrounding houses, cooking smoke came out in all directions! A group of harmony, a paradise in the world! This old farmer is very familiar, but everyone does not care. Everyone should have seen the flower hoe in the old farmer's hand, but everyone no longer knows it. This flower fragrance is sweet, this situation and this scene, leisurely as before, but everyone has never remembered. Turning into a dream, life is also a dream, or living in a dream, who knows? Is it a dream or awake, who understands? Who is in the dream, and who is in the dream? In this dream, it is like a person entering a fantasy land, entangled in the dream but not knowing, if he knows, then he knows that there is a dream at this time, and there is no dream!