137 Yayin empty sound CNKI

At sunset, the blue sky gradually dimmed, and many bonfires were lit in the center of the stockade. Many people went to the square to sing and dance, a statue of ascension. If it hadn't been for the sentries on the wall still very carefully watching the movement around the periphery, Nangong Xia would almost feel that his inference was wrong.

It turned out that in Nangong Xia's opinion, something must happen in this village.

At this moment, I saw a pair of smiling young men and women coming to Nangong Xia standing by the window. The young man had a long sword on his waist and a long bow on his back, and a long dagger on his waist. The two came to Nangong Xia and said to Nangong Xia, "Please come out and celebrate with us." The Xia language of the two of them is relatively stiff, which is obvious that they have not been learning for a long time.

"Excuse me, what kind of festival is it now?" Nangong Xia asked, but after he asked, he saw that the young man and woman looked at him in astonishment. Obviously, he didn't understand what he said, so Nangong Xia pointed to the people outside and said in a very slow pace, "Is there any festival to celebrate today?"

At this time, the teenager seemed to understand Nangong Xia's words. The girl pointed to the fire and then pointed to herself in full dress and said, "Zhengdan, congratulations, guests celebrate together." The teenager nodded desperately. Seeing this, Nangong Xia said to them, "Thank you." Then he came to the square with them.

This southern village is very different from the Xia people. At this time, it is October, and they have begun to celebrate the festival. It should be known that the summer people are on the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar.

Sitting on the fire, Nangong Xia felt the atmosphere of celebration around and celebrated with them. Although Nangong Xia did not understand most people, he could still be affected by their cheerful atmosphere, and also talked with them at will with several people who knew Xia, although most of them were It's some meaningless words, but Nangong Xia can still get something he wants to know from it.

At this time, it was originally the festival of the village. It was the most important festival of the year. Its purpose was to celebrate the harvest and pray for good weather in the coming year. At such a major festival, the village still has to maintain a high defense. Most men wear leather armor and weapons, and even some women are armed. The reason is that in recent days, demons outside the village have often besieged and attacked villages. At this time, many people have died, which is why everyone is armed during the festival. .

Nangongxia looked at these ordinary people and shook their heads secretly. Generally, beasts are okay to say a little, but any demon cultivation with a slightly higher level can't be dealt with by people like them. But Nangong Xia would not say this. After all, he also knew that there was no way out at this time. There was no place to settle down in this Nanshan land, and there was no place to settle down, which was an unsolveable death.

Nangong Xia drank with them. Nangong Xia was not very drunk. In order to stay awake, he always suppressed it with Taoism, but he also drank a lot of turbid wine. Although many people in the village are very much want to let go of the wine, they don't dare at this time, so they are a little less wild now.

"Guest, come and play a song." There is a man around him, but his Xia language is relatively much better, even much better than the daytime translation.

"I don't know your instruments." Nangong Xiadao, although he can play the lyre, the lyre pays attention to ether and distance, which is a kind of elegant music, which is very suitable for playing in this situation.

"Well, please, your own instrument, guest, play it." Another woman said that her Xia language was not fluent. What she said was not only very slow, but also just some scattered words, so Nangong Xia took a long time to figure out what the other party said.

Nangxia saw that many people around him looked at him expectantly. As if Nangong Xia said half a word, he would sweep Nangong Xia out of the door. Seeing this, Nangong Xia smiled bitterly and said, "The instrument I played is not suitable for noise. If you really want to listen to it, please be quiet." Someone translated Nangong Xia's words into the local language. Sure enough, those noisy people stopped and approached Nangong Xia. They all wanted to hear what the legendary Xia people's musical instruments were like.

Nangong Xia took a deep breath and took out the piano. He hovered his hands on the strings for a long time before playing the piano. The sound cavity of the seven-string piano was small, so the music was not big, but Nangong Xia just wanted them to listen to the real elegant sound, so he did not use any Taoist power he commonly used. At this time, the music did not The effect of distracting people's hearts and souls, even the power of amplification is not supported.

Fortunately, most people still maintain enough courtesy and respect for Nangong Xia. Although they don't like this strange and stingy music, they still don't disturb the players. Since they don't like it at most, they just go to the distance and dance by themselves. In the end, there are only a few people left in front of Nangong Xia. , they still listen to Nangong Xia's seven-stringed piano music. As the last tail went with the wind, the sound of the piano stopped, and Nangong Xia put the piano away. Before playing the piano, Nangong Xia knew that it was difficult to find a bosom friend of the seven-stringed organ. At this time, Nangong Xia was very surprised to see that several people would have listened to their piano music.

At this time, it is said that Nangong Xia played the piano for others, rather than playing it for himself. The seven-stringed piano is originally a joy, which is different from many pleasant instrumental music.

"It's so good." The speaker was an old man, and his Xia Yu said very well, and his face was also full of aftertaste.

"Thank you, father-in-law. In ancient times, Boya broke the piano as a beautiful talk. I can have a few bosom friend, but I have no regrets in my life." Nangong Xiadao, but when he saw the other party's expression, he could also know that the other party should really like his piano music, not just a compliment.

"Today is the festival. Dance music is mainly festive, but the music played by the prince is so elegant that no one can understand the prince's music, but it is a pity." The old man whispered and looked back at the people singing and dancing in the distance, but he shook his head. The lyre in Nangong Xia's hand is too elegant, but it is a little inappropriate to pop up at this time.

"It's hard to find a bosom friend of piano music, but how can you not know it?" Nangong Xiadao saw that the old man was fluent in Xia, and Nangong Xia talked to him about this Yizhai. Only then did Nangong Xia know that the old man had not only been a fleeing Xia, but also had learned some Taoist methods from the Taoist of Yuhua Palace.

In this wild land, people who practice Taoism are extremely rare. Moreover, the people here believe in an unknown god, and the Taoist Sanqing is known as a demon in this place. Although they still have enough awe of Taoist monks, they are very contemptuous of Taoist Sanqing. Of course, most of them don't know who Sanqing is.

In the evening, Nangong Xia secretly checked the village with Tianyu Mirror. At this time, most people had fallen asleep, but even when they slept, their weapons were not too far away from their bodies, and they were basically where they could get them by turning over. This village is just some ordinary people, including most of the guards, who are ordinary people, and at most they are just physically strong. Nangong Xia did not have any expectations to let these people deal with the demons who might attack.

There is a long house in the center of the stockade that is extremely strange. The guards around this long house have certain spiritual fluctuations. Obviously, monks with certain cultivation come to guard this place, but Nangong Xia can't understand their skills and give an accurate evaluation. The spiritual fluctuations of the people in the long house are more intense. It is very likely that this village is the place of sacrifice.

Before coming to Nanshan, Nangong Xia knew that although the patriarchs of many villages in Nanshan were the highest leaders of the whole village. But in fact, the rights of these sacrifices are much higher than those of the patriarchs, but sacrifices rarely ask about trivial things in the stockade. Only on some important things, even things that can affect the fate of the stockade, this sacrifice needs to ask their gods. What will the gods mean that others don't know, so it can be said that the result of the matter is entirely up to sacrifice.

Nangong Xia looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find anything wrong here, so he put away the Tianyu mirror and sat in ** to meditate.

Nangongxia stayed in this stockade for a few days, but no one came to ask about Nangongxia. Seeing this, Nangongxia was not in a hurry. He just talked casually with the people in these stockades and talked about some irrelevant things at will. Therefore, in their eyes, Nangong Xia seems to be a Taoist wandering around. Many people will ask Nangong Xia about Xia about Xia people and Taoism. Nangong Xia knows what can be said as some interesting things.

However, that night, the alarm bell in the stockade suddenly rang, and both men and women in the stockade took up their weapons and went out. Nangong Xia also went out when they saw this. At this time, many demons attacked the stockade. Although Nangong Xia did not want to ask about these demons, if he saw the demons attacking mortals, it would be another matter.

Nangxia went out, but was ready to help them. Nangongxia took out the evil sword, and then attacked those demons with countless swords. The cultivation of these demons was not very high. Nangongxia could almost kill a demons with a sword. Those demons had a certain wisdom and saw that Nangong Xia could not Dealing with it, they emptied Nangong Xia's side, so that Nangong Xia's side was surrounded by an empty area. Seeing this, the defenders were shocked. They shouted words that Nangong Xia didn't understand and fought hard against the demons with their weapons. For a moment, those demons could not attack the wall of the stockade.

At this time, Nangong Xia heard a great singing sound in the long room in the middle of the stockade. The sound was loud and strange, but Nangong Xia had never heard it. Nangong Xia saw a red fog rising from the long house, and the red fog spread and was caged by red fog. The clan seemed to have gained a strange power. On the contrary, the offensive of those demons seemed to be much weaker. During this increase and decrease, the demons actually had a little invincible meaning and could not shrink forward, but those human beings did not dare to attack out, and for a moment they became so deadlocked.

Nangong Xia felt that there was a spiritual power in the red fog that could strengthen his strength and go to his body, but the Taoist force in his body did not like this spiritual power, so he could compete with this spiritual power. This spiritual power was not strong, and he was instantly expelled by the Taoist force in Nangong Xia's body. Nangong Xia looked at the demon Xiu thoughtfully, and then looked back at the long house. Naturally, what she thought was about this long house.

Under the stalemate, except for some long-range arrows, no one or demons launched a new attack.

(I don't know how readers will feel when they see this chapter. Maybe the author's book is to please himself. Instead of writing the protagonist, it is more about the writer himself.)