Chapter 718 Bacchus Bell Festival

Two people here were discussing the issue of Vulcan and Poseidon in a low voice. The drums in the garden were also beating louder and louder. They beat for about 7 or 8 minutes. The two teams were also wearing soap robes and holding short shorts in their hands. The colorful faces of wooden sticks danced out from both sides of the house.

Each of these painted faces is dressed in different clothes. The oil paint on the face is either an angry face or a smiling face. In conjunction with the beats of gongs and drums, conch trumpets and shouts, the two sticks are struck and flipped, and they dance while walking. Sometimes the wooden stick is raised high in the hand, and sometimes it is struck in front of the body. From time to time, the two parties will appear to be fighting. Although everyone's movements and expressions are different, they are incomparably harmonious when viewed together. .

As the two teams of "stick-beating painted faces" appeared, the black-robed warriors with "return patterns" stepped out, playing the suona, as if leading the charge, and led the red-robed generals playing drums out.

"Where are we going?" Cheng Yan asked curiously.

The local next to him heard this and responded enthusiastically: "Let's go meet the Poseidon!"

"Ah?... I thought I was welcoming the Poseidon just now, but I didn't expect that now I am welcoming the Poseidon." Han Panpan said.

"How can Poseidon be in this house? He has to go to the sea to invite him!" The man said happily, "Now we are following them to welcome Poseidon."

When the two of them heard that they were going to the sea to invite the Poseidon, they immediately became excited. Seeing everyone around them follow the red-robed general to greet the Poseidon, they also joined the crowd and followed curiously.

Although the location of the house is in the suburbs, it is not far from the city.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the "Welcoming Poseidon" team entered the city. It seemed that they heard the noisy drums. The streets were full of people, and residents on both sides opened their windows and stuck their heads out to look down. .

Cheng Yan and Han Panpan didn't think it was lively enough, so they kept raising their mobile phones to record.

As I continued recording, I heard the sound of noisy drums coming from the street in front of me again.

Cheng Yan and Han Panpan looked curiously.

At the intersection of the street ahead, two teams of worshipers came out from the north and south sides of the road.

The two teams also had gongs and drums to accompany the singing. The people in the procession were painted with flowers and held colorful wooden sticks in their hands, escorting the drum-beating general in the team.

The drums in the hands of the red-robed generals continued to beat vigorously, and with the addition of the two teams that joined later, the drums became even more powerful. The three teams merged into one and headed east together.

Cheng Yan and Han Panpan had never seen such a huge procession to welcome the gods. They held up their mobile phones and followed them all the way, for fear that they would be squeezed behind by the crowd.

I don’t know how long I followed, and I don’t know how many crossroads I passed through.

Almost every time they pass through a major street at an intersection, a new procession will merge in from the north and south, and long-bearded generals of all colors will beat drums together to welcome the gods to the east.

The colorful team is like a long snake dancing on the land, with no tail visible at a glance.

The whole street was filled with the sound of drums, gongs and horns, the shouts of the worshiping team, and the roar of the crowd of onlookers, all mixed together in a lively and lively atmosphere, full of vigorous vitality.

Finally, when I felt the cool sea breeze blowing on my face, crossed the green coconut trees, and saw the blue coast at the end of the white sand,

Cheng Yan and Han Panpan's eyes lit up completely, wanting to see what the Poseidon looked like.

The sea in front of them was different from the sea Cheng Yan and Han Panpan had seen on weekdays.

The sea in the hotel is blue, and turns into a light green near the beach. It looks like flowing emerald, delicate and soft.

The color of the sea here is obviously much darker, even gray-brown in some places. The round mountain bay is like a container, trapping the sea water in it, forming a very large tourist beach.

Almost as soon as the welcoming team stepped onto the beach, all the long-bearded generals walked out of their respective teams. Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, they stepped barefoot on the seawater near the beach and danced as if they were offering sacrifices. Come.

Although they are dancing, these movements are extremely vigorous and unrestrained. Combined with their costumes and the patterns on their faces, they only give people an extremely strong and heroic aura.

At this moment, on the opposite side of the bay, dozens of dragon boats were moving in a "triangular" direction, breaking through the waves in a mighty manner.

"There seems to be a person standing on that boat." Han Panpan pointed to the dragon boat in front of him and said curiously.

"Which one?" Cheng Yan didn't pay attention at first, but as the dragon boat got closer and closer to the coast, Cheng Yan also noticed a naked and muscular young man standing on the big dragon boat at the front.

The young man's face, chest, arms and waist were covered with blue and gold paint. He stepped on the edge of the dragon boat with one foot and the splint with one foot, crossed his arms in front of him, and broke through the sea. Walk with the wind.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa such a male model? This figure is invincible!!!!" Han Panpan excitedly took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the young man in the dragon boat.

"This must be almost 2 meters long!" Cheng Yan was also excited, staring straight at the young man with her eyes: "If I had known that the Poseidon looked like this, why would I have looked at the Fire Cloud Evil God!"

"His hair is so long!! Is he a minority?"

As the dragon boat docked, "Poseidon" jumped off the dragon boat, standing half of his waist in the water, and walked step by step towards the shore. Cheng Yan and Han Panpan stared directly at the strong young man's perfect muscle lines. Then he glanced at "Poseidon"'s waist-length hair with great admiration.

Different from the girl's loose hair, "Poseidon"'s hair was turned into tiny braids with colorful ribbons. These braids hung down behind him, making the hair originally covered with gold and blue paint The body looks even more mysterious and primitive.

What is even more eye-catching is that there is an extremely delicate small fish basket hanging on the waist of the "Poseidon", and the fish basket has been prepared in advance.

There is a huge one-meter-high flower drum mounted on the drum cart. The outside of the flower drum is carved with waves and auspicious clouds, and there are various patterns of koi spitting beads on it, which looks very beautiful.

"Poseidon" walked up to the flower drum, held the drumsticks in both hands, raised his strong and powerful arms in circles, and struck the drum head hard.

In an instant, the sound of drums resounding in the sky spread like an overwhelming force.

The huge flags in the procession to welcome the gods were fluttering, and the majestic gongs and drums kept playing. The long-bearded general held his drumsticks and double sticks in the open and closed hands, and pressed forward in a jagged and complex yet well-integrated array!

The majestic momentum caused the dense crowd of onlookers to carve out a broad path and walk forward.

"Where are we going? We have already welcomed Poseidon, and Poseidon wants to go ashore for a walk?" Han Panpan asked in confusion.

"That's natural!" said a kind man next to him.

"Today is both the Poseidon's Drum Festival and the Wine God's Zhongyu Festival. The two gods are going to meet."