Merry little roll

"The rain and dew are in full bloom, the festival of the mountain god, and the flowers bloom on the blue mountain..." A group of masked men climbed on the Qingshi platform, rolled up their sleeves and chanted loudly. On the drum surface, "bang bang bang bang" is played one after another.

Under the Qingshi platform, a group of men gathered into a semi-big circle to surround the whole stand, jumping on the beat of drums, with several long brown ropes on the back of the bunt, with red and blue intersecting paper masks hanging from it, following their fierce Jump and shake up and down, making a "slapping" sound.

If you look closely, you will find a few black, thin and soft whiskers extending from each piece of paper and bending in the wind. The thick oil paint engraves a vertical line of light reflecting on the eyes of the paper—that is the cat alone. Some are mysterious.

The bells on the eaves rang, reflecting the dim light.

The master was sitting in the very center of the stands, his eyes were radiant, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Behind him stood the woman in the skirt, the tabby cat in her arms was stiff and motionless, and everyone could barely see some brass-colored fur protruding from the corners.

"Smelly Taoist, are you nervous?" The little girl leaned on the man in Tsing Yi, unable to tear it off like a cowhide plaster, her eyes were full of jokes, she rolled her eyes, and the faint red light was fleeting, "Wait a minute Your painting will be unveiled in front of everyone, if the painting is not good - something is added or something is missing, don't blame others!"

"You moved your hands and feet." The fingers of the man in Tsing Yi trembled slightly, but his eyebrows remained calm.

"It doesn't matter if I move, and it doesn't matter if I don't move, anyway, your masterpiece has long been taken by those mediocre people, and it's too late to change it, unless...you use magic, but I haven't seen you for several days Your use of spells is probably a bad word!"

"This is no child's play."

"You turned me into a childish girl, so I am a son. I want to tease you, why can't I be kidding?" Light blue lightning flashed on the little girl's arm, and the resentment of pretending to be a pig for many days was finally exhausted. vent.

It's not good for this stinking Taoist to turn him into a woman.

"Nonsense." The man in Tsing Yi grabbed the little girl's hand, struggling to struggle with her slender wrist, and finally it inevitably fell into the man's palm. The intense electric current that came out of the emergency was instantly extinguished by the air around the man.But even so, the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi still did not move at all, as calm as stagnant water that could not stir up any splashes.

"Let go of me, stinky Taoist priest, where are you dragging me to!" The little girl was terrified, baring her sharp teeth, and then she lowered her head and plunged into the man's wrist.

The sound of the drums gradually became louder, and the cannons began to fire from above the mountain mansion, which turned into light gray excitement in the blue sky.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, but quietly pulled the little girl who was squatting on the ground, letting her draw a wide and thick buttock mark on the mud.

The entire mansion is covered with shredded red paper, pillars, corridors, pavilion stone benches, red flag wood carved handrails, brass-colored hanging bells...even the inside and outside of the black lacquered birdcages are hung with paper , the long floc at the end flutters under the fluttering of the parrot.

The flowing smell of fireworks also fluctuated with the red paper, becoming more and more intense.The servants shuttled around, busy changing places for refreshments.

Not far from the stands, the willow branches trembled invisibly in mid-air, and a few leaves fell.

Yuan Yang sat on the top of a tree, holding a slender blue leaf in his mouth, and the fresh and bitter taste diffused in his mouth and tongue. "Can the demon find the change?"

Looking from his height, the servants are now divided into two waves, one wave of turquoise servants with tea is walking towards the stand in the backyard at the southwest corner, serving all the mountain people who come to watch the sacrifice; The queue drove out of the mansion in an orderly manner like a snake passing through, whipping their horses and gradually disappearing on the other side of the hillside.

"Divided into two teams." Yuan Yang turned his head and looked at Mo Yin Yaojun who was sitting beside him. By chance, the veil floating in the wind brushed the side of his face, rubbing the itch on his cheek. "One wave went to the stands to serve, and the other wave went to the back mountain. I don't know why."

Mo Yin Yaojun remained silent, his eyes followed the ups and downs of the leaves in Biluo Yuanyang's mouth.

"Yaojun, look at that cultivator bringing that little devil back again." Yuan Yang chuckled, looking at the little girl squatting on the ground who was constantly struggling and joking in his heart. "This is the first devilish one I've seen in thousands of years...it's the second one. I didn't expect this good-looking man to be turned into a little girl and dragged on the ground. It's really interesting. He pressed the command compass on his waist, and the two wooden beads in his left hand bumped into his palm excitedly.

"Smelly Taoist, stinky Taoist, stinky Taoist!!!"

The little devil gritted his teeth. His buttocks were up and down on the ground. It had long been covered with gravel on the muddy floor. Sharp nails were exposed from the slender fingers, and they pierced into the soft dirt block angrily, leaving a pair of nails on the muddy floor. Scratches of varying lengths.

The sky smelled of lively fireworks, and the sound of drums from the stands changed from dense to slow. The man in Tsing Yi finally stopped, looked at the little devil girl who was grabbed by his collar by the collar, and sighed inaudibly.

"Get up."

"Heh." The little girl's black hair was disheveled, and a thin mist spewed out from her cherry-pink lips. "You son of a bitch, who am I? You say...hey!"

The man in Tsing Yi bent down, picked up the little devil on the ground with one hand, gently brushed off the dust on the pink dress with the other hand, and then slowly straightened the crooked little wooden hairpin on her head.

"Don't swear." He said slowly, but his eyes still didn't move.

At the moment when Xiao Mo's hair was in a daze, he walked straight to the stands holding the pink dumpling in his arms. The back of the Tsing Yi was so clean that he didn't hesitate at all.

Yuan Yang on the top of the tree leaned down, took out the compass from his waist, and watched the dots on it continuously dance with golden light. "This time, I don't know if it's the reincarnated soul, or the God of War?" He sighed, and suddenly found that he was just like a rope puppet tied with silk thread, turning around on the platform of destiny, no matter how he turned , It's just a circle on the edge of knowing.

In this 'mountain', the clouds and mist obscured his eyes, the compass couldn't see everything clearly, and he couldn't recognize his command. In the end...he was on the mountain from the beginning to the end, and he never got out of the puzzle or broke through the clouds.

Floating clouds cover the eyes, and the thread-lifting Weng in the mountains.

"But I don't know whether Yaojun is from the mountain or from outside the mountain."

There were more and more people around the stands, and in the morning there were only Biluo dignitaries who were familiar with the master. Later, because more and more Biluo mountain people came to join the fun outside the mansion, they were let in one after another.Due to the large number of people, the servants follow a rotation system, changing a group of people in half an hour, and sending the previous group out.

A group of people were standing or sitting at the front door of the mansion, and the owner, the Li family, waited shortly, eating the melon seed husks all over the ground.

The eldest lady sat in the front row with her forehead propped up, her head bobbing against the suona and drum beats, feeling dizzy and hot.

"Miss, if you're tired, go back and rest for a while. Don't worry, you've caught a cold before the ceremony is over. If the master blames me, I'll be a goose." The round-faced servant approached the lady and tried his best to make a funny smile. appearance.

"You goose yours." The eldest lady responded in a low voice, and she regained her spirits. "Tomorrow I have to go to the riding and hunting grounds. It is said that the priests of the mountain gods have been busy for three months. It is true." She wrung her fingers and whispered, "One month for purchasing, one month for offering sacrifices, and one month for preparing for riding and hunting. Xiaoyuan Lian, there are very few males in the mansion nowadays, maybe you will be selected to go hunting this year. Don’t you look down on the new envoy of God in the mansion, you beat him in the hunting ground, and it happens to be a good job.”

"Then I'll be a real goose." Little round face joked, a paper mask dangled from the back of his clothes, the faint light in his eyes was fleeting, "Master has taken in so many people, let them ride It’s fine if you don’t hunt!”

"Father probably won't bear it."

The black pan boy sitting not far away vibrated his ears, and hesitantly drew circles on the ground with his left foot.

A mask dance on the stage ended slowly, and the sweaty men left the stage slowly.The sound of the drums weakened, and finally there was only a soft "boom", like a floating stone sinking into the ripples, and was swallowed up after the muffled sound.

The drumsticks hit the edge of the drum head without any hurry.

When the paper bunt retreated, the silk and bamboo rose slowly, and it was time to change the game.

Hong Kou plucked lightly, the dulcimer sounded, and the sound of running water and broken jade rolled by.The fireworks faded, and the Guqin melodled.The woman's soft singing voice rose slowly.

Three turns in one tune, and what is played is the Biluo ballad that Biluo people pray for blessings for the villa, which is mellow and lingering like rising smoke.Biluo Shanzhuang Biluo thirty feet, the most pink is also merciful.The flowers all over the sky are fluttering and swaying, creating a dreamland of blue sky from ancient times.

"Presenting a Picture Scroll of Blessings——Mountain God Picture" Two cardamom girls in vermilion satin skirts each hold one side of the picture scroll, walking slowly to the bluestone platform, step by step, with lotuses growing.

The huge picture scroll unfolded slowly, revealing the marginal landscapes, and the girl's white hand continued to scroll, and the green hills spread into continuous mountains and rivers.

Yuan Yang at the top of the tree tapped the rough branches with his fingers, and then shook off a burst of red and green, and the vermilion brocade robe was stained with fine fragments of flowers and leaves.He casually turned the blue leaves in his mouth to watch the painting gradually unfold, and the command compass on his waist was still flashing.

"Yaojun, tell me, what is the difference between people in the mountains and people outside the mountains?"

The white gauze floated, but Mo Yin didn't respond, but it aroused Yuan Yang's black silk that fell to his neck.

"Xianjun's hair has grown again."

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I will resume normal updates from today.

I, a 'codeword slow star', do the calculations, and I will update an article in about two days. (touches chin)

In fact, I'm quite curious about which cutie collected this corner article, let's make friends~