The next day, Qiankun took Feng Chen, Ling Feng and others to the location of the sacrificial ceremony. Along the way, many people greeted Qiankun and others, including soldiers who had met before.
Qiankun saw the sensation of people around him, and many strong men gathered together to play swords and sang songs, and walked on the flying cup. It was a spectacular scene.
Seeing these temporarily established markets, Qiankun smiled comfortably, stretched out his body, and hugged one side of Xueqi and Ling Feng in his arms: "Let's go! Let's go and have fun!"
"Okay, what is this?" Xueqi came to a food stall. Looking at the meat skewers that were taller than him, saliva immediately popped up.
Seeing the blood-cut look, the boss immediately started selling: "This is the best snow-capped venison, how about it? Let's have a bunch of it?"
Xue Ke happily handed the money to the boss, and tried his best to hold the whole string in his hand.
"Is it enough for the four of us to eat?" Ling Feng slapped his forehead and looked at the huge crowd, and felt a little aphasic.
After a long time, the four of them ate, drank and had fun. They looked at a group of children playing with lights in the distance, and instantly abandoned the troubles of the past, as if this place was no longer a king who was determined to kill and the strong prey on the weak, and it was a paradise of peace.
Qiankun and others came to a band, which was surrounded by people. Wang Lei was sitting in the front of the stage, and Wu Xiu and others were watching next to him.
Feng Chen became interested and grabbed Qiankun's hand: "Brother Wang Lei is writing songs here again, brother, come and listen!"
"Okay!" Qiankun and others also sat down here and found that Lai Songyi, Wu Xiu and others were very focused and did not discover the existence of Qiankun at all. At this time, Qiankun realized that this king thunder was extraordinary.
He attracted all the popularity, he was awesome!
After a while, the sound of the strings of the piano was slightly plucked, and a crisp and pleasant sound of silk and bamboo came out, just like a hundred birds returning to their nests, chirping and singing without realizing it; the phoenixes entering the nine heavens, flapping their wings and singing for a long time.
As the sound of the piano gradually faded, several rapid sounds of the guzheng came, which were ups and downs and moved, as if writing a heroic poem of eternal origin, with thousands of troops galloping here, and the murderous aura floating faintly.
At this time, Wang Lei's voice gradually sounded: "Today, Wang will sing a classic old song from Linghai "Seeing the Immortal Lord with Heavy Snow". What do you think?"
"good!"
The people below could not wait and quickly responded.
Wang Lei closed his eyes gently and opened his mouth slowly, and had already brought it into that scene, happy but not lustful, sad but not hurt, resentment but not angry:
"Nine white clouds in the Tianchi Lake return, and the jade tripod burns gold and snow fly.
Yuan is the true king Xuan Gan stands, and the red fire god moves Ziwei.
The faint wind rolls the sleeves of the glow, and the paintings surround the dragon's light.
The stairs were shaking and rising to the level, and the colorful building penetrated into the clouds.
I laughed at the fairy's plays when I threw myself into a pot, but my thoughts were endless.
The emperor's son suddenly spoke wildly in front of him, and the seat was filled with shouts as if he was the general of the prime minister."
When he sang here, Wang Lei smiled softly, and the craziness suddenly arose, and a powerful tone came out calmly: "Ah, everyone!"
"You can't forget this kindness when you keep the way. Now you give me some wine.
The ancient spirits worship Hongjun.
I summoned me to see you in a leisurely manner, bowing my head and dripping with dust.
I told Yan Li from the beginning, and I still felt close to each other when I met the world.
Have you not been satisfied with the abandoned books burning and burning them? The yellow sand is blocked and it is difficult to jump into the body.
Occasionally, there is no way to deal with poverty if there is a new grave hiding old ghosts."
After a long and soothing song, the world is bright and shocking. The people below can no longer contain their excitement, burst into loud applause, and they can't help but applaud:
"good!"
Many people threw flowers on the stage and gave them to Wang Lei. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wang Lei's mouth and took them one by one.
At this time, Wu Xiu shouted to Wang Lei: "Brother Lei, come to "Yun Peng Ling"! I love to hear you yell at this."
Wang Lei was also interested and understood what Wu Xiu and the others were looking forward to, so he raised his voice and made a loud and thick voice:
"The crazy man scattered all his anger, and the wise ministers fought for three points.
The news of the prosperous era of the empty teachings was spread, and the old generals in the side were frosted.
It’s just a joke to kill someone, it’s just a joke to kill someone.
It is still a cold lamp ashes for thousands of years."
After listening to this passage, Qiankun was impressed by Wang Lei's singing skills. Such a peerless singing voice can really control any music style.
I have to say that the people of Linghai are really rare geniuses in singing and sighing.
If they don’t fight for their own ambitions, they may be able to support themselves with these skills, right?
"Wu Xiu, are you writing these songs yourself?" Qian Kun asked curiously.
When Wu Xiu heard this, he immediately raised his head and was very proud: "Of course, it was all written by our predecessors. Generally, they praise those patriots and heroes. The one who sang the praises of Wang Lei just now was General Gongsun Yun."
However, Qiankun heard something wrong in the lyrics and continued to ask: "I heard that General Gongsun Yun died young? How can he call him a veteran?"
Wu Xiu smiled freely and blurted out: "He has lived for about two thousand years, why are he not a veteran?"
After hearing this, Qiankun understood immediately, smiled knowingly, and nodded.
Ling Feng sighed, touched in his heart. He was shocked by the Linghai people's ethics, which sings for their ideals, and a hint of desire arose in his heart.
If I could also sing long songs and short songs in my spare time, wouldn’t it be a pleasure?
Thinking of this, Ling Feng also rushed towards Wang Lei with the crowd, blocking Wang Lei so much that he couldn't stand up.
Seeing this, Qiankun smiled. Xue Qi was still feeling unsatisfied, and sighed: "I have always heard that there are many generous and tragic people in Linghai. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. I really want to continue listening."
It’s a pity that Wang Lei has been completely surrounded by the crowd and may not even move for a while.
Lai Songyi smiled faintly and immediately said, "I can sing for you too."
"You? Sister Lai, let it go." Wu Xiu quickly covered his ears and stopped her, "Don't believe it! If Sister Lai sang, it would be a pity that would make people crazy, and it would be hard to hear."
After Wu Xiu finished speaking, he felt the murderous aura of Lai Songyi behind him.
Lai Songyi's beautiful eyes stared at Wu Xiu fiercely, and her pretty face turned red: "What did you say!"
Wu Xiu waved his hand quickly and was about to explain, but Lai Songyi tied his body with a rope and let him struggle on the spot.
Lai Songyi clapped her hands and smiled proudly: "If you want to talk nonsense again, you must listen to me singing, and you are not allowed to cover your ears."
"You two don't listen to him. I sing so nicely. Come and try it."
Lai Songyi smiled kindly at the two of them, but in fact it seemed like she was threatening them: You can try it if you don’t listen!
Qiankun and Xueqi suddenly became furrowed all over. The woman could not afford to offend him, so she quickly sat up straight and nodded.