Chapter: 963
It was three more steps, these three steps were not back, but forward, and then Zhuo Wen bowed his waist, and with the help of the coercive force of the green coffin, he punched again, this punch was almost frozen, three hundred and sixty-five in his body All the explosive power of this acupoint is a desperate move.
Boom!
The melodious drum sound, accompanied by ring-shaped sound waves, centered on the big drum, spread towards the surroundings of the stage, resounding through the sky, shaking the sky and the earth, with a different style.
And at that moment, the entire Lanyue Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke, and no one made noise. Everyone tacitly turned their eyes to the center of the stage, the young man carrying the green coffin. .
The tenth time! The tenth stroke of the morning bell and evening drum was sounded again, and it was by an unknown young man.
The eerie silence didn't last long, and an overwhelming uproar erupted in the crowd like thunder.
"Unbelievable! This son actually beat the tenth time. Doesn't that mean that the record is equal to the Second Prince's Highness?"
"Both beat ten times, so does that mean that the bet between the two should be a draw?"
"It should be! The second step of consecration is extremely difficult. Although this kid can beat the drum ten times, it is basically impossible to cause the drum to resonate. It should be considered a draw."
Huangfu was stunned, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained, his mouth was slightly opened, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Wen. He really couldn't believe that this young man in front of him, whom he had never paid attention to, actually beat him ten times. up.
On Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's cold and pretty face could no longer keep calm, her beautiful eyes stared straight at Zhuo Wen's back, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she whispered: "It's been the tenth beat? Is it a fluke?"
Because of the doubts about Zhuo Wen all the time, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuo Wen made the tenth blow by relying on his own strength, so he subconsciously believed that this son was lucky enough to make the tenth blow.
As for the people in Muqin County, their eyes sparkled with excitement, and Zhuo Wen in front of them was the genius of their Muqin County. As a member of Muqin County, they would naturally have a sense of honor in their hearts. .
"Brother Lu! You told me back then that this son is the strongest representative of your Muqin County. I still didn't believe it. Now it seems that I really judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." The corner of Qiu Shaoyun's mouth was bitter, Said to Lu Yitao rather complicatedly.
Lu Yitao was also quite shocked in his heart. He knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, but his guess was as high as that of Wen Aoxue, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's record of beating the war drum surpassed Wen Aoxue's and equaled Huangfu Wuwu's record.
Obviously, Lu Yitao still underestimated Zhuo Wen's potential and strength.
"What a freak! It seems that in this Nine Counties War, our Muqinhou Mansion is really going to shine."
After the shock, Lu Yitao showed a gratified smile. With Zhuo Wen, Muqin County will probably achieve unprecedented good results in the Nine Counties Battle, and he is looking forward to it very much.
"He still hasn't changed!" Mu Xue's peerless face covered by a light veil showed a slight smile, and his beautiful eyes were condensed on Zhuo Wen infatuatedly.
"Young Master Zhuo, congratulations on beating the morning bell and evening drum ten times. You also know the second step! If you sing your song and Fu and resonate with the drum, then you have succeeded in the consecration."
Mo Yan Wushang, who had no hope at first, now has beautiful eyes shining brightly. What she didn't expect was that this unpopular young man in front of her could also beat ten times, and the record was as fast as Huangfu Wuji.
Perhaps, this person may resonate with the morning bell and evening drum.
"Damn it! The record has been flattened by this pariah. It seems that there is no way to deal with this son. We can only wait for the Nine Counties to fight the battle and rub this son's spirit."
Huangfu Wuji frowned slightly, Zhuo Wen also slapped ten times, the bet between them was a draw, and naturally it was meaningless, of course, Huangfu Wuji didn't think that Zhuo Wen could be consecrated at all, even he couldn't resonate with the big drum, How could this kid in front of him be capable, and how could he do it?
At this moment, Zhuo Wen focused his eyes on the big drum. After beating ten times at this moment, the coercion shown on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him, so now Zhuo Wen did not feel the slightest depression.
However, Zhuo Wen did not compose the song right away, but stroked it lightly. The rusty big drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood on the drum surface all revealed the vicissitudes and extraordinaryness of this drum.
After beating the big drum for ten times, Zhuo Wen could clearly hear a trace of the sorrow of the gold and iron horses and a trace of regret for unfulfilled ambitions from the melodious drumbeat. Once, this was the drum of war on the battlefield, and this A weapon to inspire soldiers.
This drum was supposed to be on the battlefield, praising the tenderness of iron and blood, lamenting the mountain of blood and sea of ??corpses, lamenting the shroud of horse leather, but now it is buried in such a romantic place like Zuichun Pavilion, it is not reconciled.
"Are you very unhappy?"
Touching the surface of the big drum, feeling the fluctuations from inside the big drum, Zhuo Wen's heart also had ripples. In this impetuous world, the weak prey on the strong, and the weak are eliminated, Zhuo Wen is even more unwilling.
"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns!"
A faint voice slowly came from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and Zhuo Wen also moved at this moment, and the back of his fist slammed on the drum, resounding with regretful and unwilling music.
"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, fifty strings over the fortress!"
At this moment, Zhuo Wen began to dance unconsciously. His unruly figure, like a wild goose spreading its wings, waved it on the stage heartily. At some time, a Zhang Xu bone gun appeared in his hand. The cold light flickered and the gun was sharp.
Boom boom boom!
The drumming accompanied the singing, setting off the gun dance. At this moment, everyone seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of Zhuowen's song.
They seemed to be able to imagine in their minds that in the dead of night, a strong man was drunk in the middle of the night, turning on the lights again and again, looking at the sword that had been with him for many years, eager to go to the battlefield and command the Northern Expedition.
He felt in a daze that it was already dawn, and there was a loud and majestic horn sound in the continuous barracks. He rewarded the soldiers with a large piece of roast beef for them to share; the military band played a high-pitched frontier battle song to add to the excitement. On the battlefield of the autumn wind, he inspected all kinds of soldiers and horses, preparing to go out.
"On the battlefield, the soldiers are ordered. Lu Feikuai is the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Set aside the affairs of the king and win the fame before and after his life!"
A burst of passionate songs sounded again, and the artistic conception changed again at this moment, as if they were on the battlefield. The soldiers galloped on horses, as fast as "Delu", and the wind was fast; they drew their strong bows and fired ten thousand arrows, which sounded like "thunderbolt". , thrilling. The enemy collapsed and failed completely. He led the soldiers to finally complete the great cause of regaining the lost land and unifying the dynasty, and won the immortal fame in life and after death. JrNovels.com
Boom!
The melodious drum sound, accompanied by ring-shaped sound waves, centered on the big drum, spread towards the surroundings of the stage, resounding through the sky, shaking the sky and the earth, with a different style.
And at that moment, the entire Lanyue Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke, and no one made noise. Everyone tacitly turned their eyes to the center of the stage, the young man carrying the green coffin. .
The tenth time! The tenth stroke of the morning bell and evening drum was sounded again, and it was by an unknown young man.
The eerie silence didn't last long, and an overwhelming uproar erupted in the crowd like thunder.
"Unbelievable! This son actually beat the tenth time. Doesn't that mean that the record is equal to the Second Prince's Highness?"
"Both beat ten times, so does that mean that the bet between the two should be a draw?"
"It should be! The second step of consecration is extremely difficult. Although this kid can beat the drum ten times, it is basically impossible to cause the drum to resonate. It should be considered a draw."
Huangfu was stunned, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained, his mouth was slightly opened, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Wen. He really couldn't believe that this young man in front of him, whom he had never paid attention to, actually beat him ten times. up.
On Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's cold and pretty face could no longer keep calm, her beautiful eyes stared straight at Zhuo Wen's back, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she whispered: "It's been the tenth beat? Is it a fluke?"
Because of the doubts about Zhuo Wen all the time, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuo Wen made the tenth blow by relying on his own strength, so he subconsciously believed that this son was lucky enough to make the tenth blow.
As for the people in Muqin County, their eyes sparkled with excitement, and Zhuo Wen in front of them was the genius of their Muqin County. As a member of Muqin County, they would naturally have a sense of honor in their hearts. .
"Brother Lu! You told me back then that this son is the strongest representative of your Muqin County. I still didn't believe it. Now it seems that I really judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." The corner of Qiu Shaoyun's mouth was bitter, Said to Lu Yitao rather complicatedly.
Lu Yitao was also quite shocked in his heart. He knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, but his guess was as high as that of Wen Aoxue, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's record of beating the war drum surpassed Wen Aoxue's and equaled Huangfu Wuwu's record.
Obviously, Lu Yitao still underestimated Zhuo Wen's potential and strength.
"What a freak! It seems that in this Nine Counties War, our Muqinhou Mansion is really going to shine."
After the shock, Lu Yitao showed a gratified smile. With Zhuo Wen, Muqin County will probably achieve unprecedented good results in the Nine Counties Battle, and he is looking forward to it very much.
"He still hasn't changed!" Mu Xue's peerless face covered by a light veil showed a slight smile, and his beautiful eyes were condensed on Zhuo Wen infatuatedly.
"Young Master Zhuo, congratulations on beating the morning bell and evening drum ten times. You also know the second step! If you sing your song and Fu and resonate with the drum, then you have succeeded in the consecration."
Mo Yan Wushang, who had no hope at first, now has beautiful eyes shining brightly. What she didn't expect was that this unpopular young man in front of her could also beat ten times, and the record was as fast as Huangfu Wuji.
Perhaps, this person may resonate with the morning bell and evening drum.
"Damn it! The record has been flattened by this pariah. It seems that there is no way to deal with this son. We can only wait for the Nine Counties to fight the battle and rub this son's spirit."
Huangfu Wuji frowned slightly, Zhuo Wen also slapped ten times, the bet between them was a draw, and naturally it was meaningless, of course, Huangfu Wuji didn't think that Zhuo Wen could be consecrated at all, even he couldn't resonate with the big drum, How could this kid in front of him be capable, and how could he do it?
At this moment, Zhuo Wen focused his eyes on the big drum. After beating ten times at this moment, the coercion shown on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him, so now Zhuo Wen did not feel the slightest depression.
However, Zhuo Wen did not compose the song right away, but stroked it lightly. The rusty big drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood on the drum surface all revealed the vicissitudes and extraordinaryness of this drum.
After beating the big drum for ten times, Zhuo Wen could clearly hear a trace of the sorrow of the gold and iron horses and a trace of regret for unfulfilled ambitions from the melodious drumbeat. Once, this was the drum of war on the battlefield, and this A weapon to inspire soldiers.
This drum was supposed to be on the battlefield, praising the tenderness of iron and blood, lamenting the mountain of blood and sea of ??corpses, lamenting the shroud of horse leather, but now it is buried in such a romantic place like Zuichun Pavilion, it is not reconciled.
"Are you very unhappy?"
Touching the surface of the big drum, feeling the fluctuations from inside the big drum, Zhuo Wen's heart also had ripples. In this impetuous world, the weak prey on the strong, and the weak are eliminated, Zhuo Wen is even more unwilling.
"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns!"
A faint voice slowly came from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and Zhuo Wen also moved at this moment, and the back of his fist slammed on the drum, resounding with regretful and unwilling music.
"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, fifty strings over the fortress!"
At this moment, Zhuo Wen began to dance unconsciously. His unruly figure, like a wild goose spreading its wings, waved it on the stage heartily. At some time, a Zhang Xu bone gun appeared in his hand. The cold light flickered and the gun was sharp.
Boom boom boom!
The drumming accompanied the singing, setting off the gun dance. At this moment, everyone seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of Zhuowen's song.
They seemed to be able to imagine in their minds that in the dead of night, a strong man was drunk in the middle of the night, turning on the lights again and again, looking at the sword that had been with him for many years, eager to go to the battlefield and command the Northern Expedition.
He felt in a daze that it was already dawn, and there was a loud and majestic horn sound in the continuous barracks. He rewarded the soldiers with a large piece of roast beef for them to share; the military band played a high-pitched frontier battle song to add to the excitement. On the battlefield of the autumn wind, he inspected all kinds of soldiers and horses, preparing to go out.
"On the battlefield, the soldiers are ordered. Lu Feikuai is the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Set aside the affairs of the king and win the fame before and after his life!"
A burst of passionate songs sounded again, and the artistic conception changed again at this moment, as if they were on the battlefield. The soldiers galloped on horses, as fast as "Delu", and the wind was fast; they drew their strong bows and fired ten thousand arrows, which sounded like "thunderbolt". , thrilling. The enemy collapsed and failed completely. He led the soldiers to finally complete the great cause of regaining the lost land and unifying the dynasty, and won the immortal fame in life and after death. JrNovels.com
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