Chapter 242: Drum, Witch, and Dance

? As if he wanted to watch this sacrifice of the Qingque Tribe, after the snow stopped, the sun, who hadn't shown up for a few days, showed his face today with a flushed face, shining golden light.

The white snow reflects the light, making it bright and dazzling everywhere.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe didn't care about this at all. They stood on tiptoe and looked into the house with full of expectations.

In the room, stood Shenzi, Wu, Chief, Second Senior Brother, Shang, and Junior Brother Sha, the leading figures of the Qingque Tribe.

The Son of God standing in the middle, holding two drumsticks in his hand, was explaining something to the crowd, and they nodded their heads to show they understood what the Son of God meant.

After doing this for a while, the elder brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand still, while Wu Ze put on the feather crown and the bone staff in his hand.

As usual, it is enough for the witch to dance directly during the sacrifice, but this time it is obviously different.

The people of the Qingque tribe didn't learn to line up. Even though they tried their best to stand, they were still in a mess. There were some chaotic and inaudible sounds, like mosquitoes singing.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a dull voice suddenly came out, exploding in the ears.

The witch's body trembled, and the bone stick in his hand almost fell, and the elder brother and the others were also shocked. Even though they had received the order from the Son of God before, they were still distracted by the sudden explosion.

The buzzing sound outside the house disappeared, everyone became quiet, and many people opened their mouths.

After a short period of sluggishness, surprise, panic, fear... these emotions just appeared on them.

Some timid people trembled, and some even raised their heads to look at the sky.

The sky is bright and bright, not a cloud in sight...

Then... then where did the sudden thunder come from?

Everyone was puzzled, and at the same time, the fear of the unknown became even greater.

"Boom!"

While everyone was in doubt, there was another dull sound that was the same as before.

Then came a series of "Boom, boom, boom...!"

there!

It's the Son of God!

In the room, the senior brother and Shang, who were stunned by Han Cheng's sudden drum beating, were stunned for a while before remembering what the Son of God had told them before. They hurried to the back and stood on both sides of the totem pole.

With the two of them leaving, the scene inside the house that was originally blocked was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Son of God!

It's the Son of God!

they thought to themselves.

Miko was holding a drum stick in each hand, and smashed it hard on the thing they had recently made, which Miko called a drum.

Every time the drumstick falls, there will be a humming sound, which is like thunder in hot weather and raining, which is awe-inspiring and trembling.

This was supposed to be something in the sky, but now it was tamed by the Son of God, and got their Qingque tribe...

At this moment, they suddenly had an urge to worship.

To the God of Heaven, to the Son of God, to this amazing drum that can thunder, this is an idea that they have never thought of in the previous sacrifices.

Wu Cang's old cheeks were pale at first and then flushed again, his eyes were looking at the drum being beaten by Shenzi, and his body was trembling with excitement.

Although he had learned about the function and effectiveness of the drum from Shenzi before, the power displayed by the drum at this time was still far beyond his imagination.

Did the Son of God put the thunder of heaven into this drum? He thought as much as the rest.

He was thinking like this, and it took him a while to suddenly remember what the Son of God had said before. While complaining about why he had delayed the sacrifice, he hurriedly prepared to start the sacrifice dance.

It was at this moment that the Son of God suddenly stopped.

The thunder disappeared, and the world suddenly became quiet. The god who held the drumstick frowned slightly, looked at the drum on the stand, and muttered to himself.

Wu was taken aback, stopped the dance that was about to start, and hurriedly approached Shenzi, wanting to know what happened.

But Shenzi murmured to himself in a low voice: "No, the voice shouldn't be so small..."

Wu froze and almost fell.

My God, this sound is almost knocking the roof off, you still don't think it's loud enough?

Even though he was as calm as a witch, he didn't know how to express his mood at this moment.

"Light a fire."

After thinking for a while holding the drumstick and talking to himself, Han Cheng suddenly spoke.

There are two people in charge of one fire and one fire, and a fire is quickly ignited outside the door.

Han Cheng asked the second senior brother and Sha junior brother who were originally arranged to carry the drum to carry the drum out.

The two have more respect for this thing that can make a thunderous sound, and there is awe in the respect.

Following Han Cheng's instructions, the two carefully carried the drum and followed Han Cheng out.

Under Han Cheng's order, he picked up the drum and put one end of the drum on top of the burning fire, leaving it more than 20 centimeters away from the flame to let the fire roast it.

After roasting for a while, according to Shen Zi's instructions, the head was changed again, and the roasting continued.

The onlookers of the Qingque Tribe were amazed that the food would be more delicious when roasted on the fire. Now the Son of God asked someone to roast the drum on the fire. Is it so difficult to eat it?

Of course, Han Cheng didn't want to eat, but he remembered the way he saw before that the drum didn't ring very much in the cold weather.

Li He once wrote in "The Journey of the Prefect of Yanmen" that the frost is heavy and the cold is not heard, and the Qingque tribe is as cold now.

If you want to make the drum sound louder, it is very simple, just make the drum hot.

The drum that was heated by the fire was carried back and put into the rack. After Han Cheng signaled to several people in the room, a drumstick fell hard.

The leather covered on the drum trembled rapidly, and a dull loud bang came from the drum, moving towards the surroundings.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe inside and outside the house was shocked, and they only felt that the sound seemed to explode in their hearts.

The witch's eyes were filled with awe and admiration, and his mind was moved by the constant roar, and he forgot to perform the sacrifice for a while.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reminded him that he began to dance in a small area of ​​the house. His steps were unprecedentedly vigorous, and his movements were as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. There is a feeling different from before.

It seems to be one step closer to the gods...

Han Cheng didn't know much about beating drums. He just beat drums in a cycle of 'boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom' according to the rhythm in his memory. Knock for a while as you like, anyway, whether there is anyone here who understands drums, everything is up to you.

After some dancing, the drumming stopped temporarily, and according to the previous order, the people around the door were separated, and Wu Xian, wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff, danced out of the door and walked towards the cave.

Next came the second senior brother Sha, who was carrying the drum stand and the drum on the stand, and Han Dashenzi, who was carrying the drumsticks and knocking on the low drum from time to time.

Behind them are senior brother and Shang who are carrying the totem pole.

The rest followed behind the totem pole and headed for the cave together.

Inside the cave, amidst the sound of rumbling drums, Wu circled three times around the totem pole and the elder brother and Shang who were carrying the totem pole danced and danced three times. During the process, he spoke vaguely.

After three laps, the totem pole was lifted and rested in its original position.

A bonfire was lit, dispelling the darkness in the cave and illuminating everything clearly and brightly.

Drumming is a physical activity, and Han Cheng is already sweating.

Having had enough of playing drums, he took advantage of this brief opportunity to hand over the drumsticks to the idle elder brother.

Eldest brother seemed a bit cramped and shy, but he had already thought of being the hands-off shopkeeper. Naturally, God Son Han would not give him a chance to refuse.

After simply teaching some simple knocking methods, the drumsticks came into the hands of the elder brother.

The elder brother holding the drumstick was tense, with tension, anticipation and a sense of sacred responsibility.

This was the first time he participated in the sacrifice not as a bystander.

Moreover, I will personally handle this artifact that can absorb the sound of thunder...

All of this filled him with excitement and anticipation.

Amidst the roaring drums, the sacrificial ceremony, which was different from the past, began again.

Bows, arrows, and slings were respectfully placed on the stone platform in front of the totem poles. These were the best items for the people of the Qingque tribe to offer sacrifices to the gods.

Han Cheng, the false son of god, stood by the totem pole as before, enjoying the same treatment as a god of heaven - acting as a clay puppet.

With the dance of the witch and the rumbling drums, everyone sincerely thanked the gods for their care for the Qingque tribe, and thanked the Son of God for leading the Qingque tribe to become stronger step by step...

Because of the appearance of the drum, those who participated in the sacrifice were more devoted than ever.

After a lot of excitement, the sacrifice was over, and the totem pole was carried by senior brother and Shang again, and put back into the house.

Compared with the beginning, the ceremony should appear simple and deserted.

Also starting today, the sacrificial ceremony of the Qingque Tribe has been given a general framework, which is divided into roughly three procedures, welcoming the gods, offering sacrifices, and sending the gods off.

In these processes, the initial welcoming of the gods requires the Son of God to beat the drums himself, the witch to dance, and the leader and others to carry the totem pole where the gods live.

When offering sacrifices, the leader beats the drum...

Compared with the solo dance of witches in the past, this kind of sacrifice has a more sense of ritual, and it can also make people devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.

It can also better demonstrate the status of the Son of God, the witch, and the leader in the Qingque tribe.

Of course, these are just rough frameworks, and new things can be filled in later as needed.

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