Chapter 717： Welcome Poseidon

The two played happily in Nanjiang for three days.

On the fourth day, just after breakfast, the two of them received a message from the housekeeper.

"Honey, the first Nanjiang Dragon Boat and Fish Pole Festival opens today, and there are grand activities to welcome the **** of wine and the **** of the sea. The hotel provides a shuttle bus, which can take guests to meet the **** of the sea for free. If the two of you want to go, I can help you You book a ride. Interested?"

Han Panpan and Cheng Yan looked at the information on their mobile phones with doubts in their eyes.

Welcome to Poseidon?

Lord Dragon?

"Maybe it's a local custom?" Cheng Yan asked curiously.

"Why don't we join in the fun?" Han Panpan looked at his companion expectantly.

"Let's go!" Cheng Yan nodded firmly.

Soon, the butler sent the time and location of the drive.

When Cheng Yan and Han Panyu finished packing and came to the hotel to pick up the bus, the bus was already full of people.

The two stepped on the steps and finally found a seat in the last row.

"Didn't the housekeeper say that there are Dionysus and Poseidon? Why don't we go to meet Dionysus instead of Dionysus?" Han Panpan whispered.

Cheng Yan: "I don't know either, as long as we don't get kidnapped and sold."

Han Panpan: "Yes, as long as you don't lose it."

With a beautiful and pure vision in mind, the two of them first took photos with their mobile phones in the car, then swiped their phones, and then fell asleep in the car in a daze.

I don't know how long they slept, but when the driver shouted "to the place" in the car, the two opened their eyes in bewilderment.

After getting out of the car and looking at Xiaoqingshan in front of them, the two of them were dumbfounded.

This place is almost in the suburbs of Nanjiang, there are no tall buildings around, only small old courtyards.

The car was parked in front of the gate of a large courtyard. The gate was mottled and old. The red lacquered wood showed the original pulp color, and there were small vertical cracks on it. There is a lotus-shaped iron copper ring buckled on the door panel. There are rust spots on the copper ring. I don’t know how many years it has existed.

The high walls on both sides glowed coldly in the mist of the green hills, like ancestral halls or temples, but it was hard to tell what it was, and it looked gloomy.

The two bravely moved to the front of the line, curious to see how to meet the Sea God.

At this moment, an extremely loud suona sound came from the courtyard gate, and the simple courtyard gate was slowly pushed open from the inside to the outside.

The courtyard is huge, with tall gates, wide pavilions, three corridors and three gates. Facing the courtyard is a large house. There are no lights in the gate, only candles are flickering and burning. It seems that there are figures walking around inside.

And the most conspicuous thing is the half-person-high drum standing in front of the house.

The drum looks like it has been used for many years. The drum surface exposed at the edge is covered with oil that has been beaten for many years. The pattern of the surging red sun is painted with red, white and blue oil paint on the drum body. On a streamlined white stand with four legs, drumsticks wrapped in red flannel are placed at both ends, as if they can't wait to be struck.

"The auspicious time has come, welcome the Sea God!"

Following a loud man's shout, seven people with painted faces, soap suits, boots, and hats walked out of the gate in a row.

These seven people were dressed in completely different colors and held different objects in their hands.

The faces of the two people on the outermost side were painted with black and white ink, except for the eyes, mouth, and chin, which were painted black, and the rest were all white oil paint, making them look like strong men with thick beards. The soap suit on his body has yellow stripes on a green background, and the shoulders and thighs are covered with complicated surge flower decorations. He holds a six-inch thick brown drum head in his left hand, and a drumstick the width of his index finger in his right hand. Take a step forward, and the drumsticks hit the drum in an incomparably harmonious rhythm, making a deep and penetrating drum sound.

Next to the two "strong bearded men" playing drums were two handsome young men with pale faces. The faces of these two handsome young men are also painted with white oil paint. The pure yellow robes have no patterns, only a girdle is tied around the waist. Blue and white waves and pine wood patterns were also drawn on the cloth, and the two held golden gongs in their hands, and they struck in harmony with the sound of the drums next to them.

Beside Jun Housheng, there are two Wusheng who are dressed in black and wearing triangular crowns. They look quite ferocious. The two martial arts students were dressed in black, with white "Hui" patterns on their shoulders, chest, and legs, and red bandages around their waists, legs, and cuffs. They had black faces and white eyebrows, and they played suona in their hands. , Every time you take a step, the suona blows louder and louder, with one sound suppressed, and one sound intense. In the sound of the two people's suona, the drums and gongs on both sides are all reduced to match, but the thickness of the sound But it was getting more and more worrying. I don't know how high-spirited the sound of the suona was, but the hearts of those who heard it couldn't help trembling violently.

Han Panpan and Cheng Yan's hands unconsciously grabbed each other's sleeves, only to feel that the dense suona sound made them almost out of breath.

At this moment, the red-robed and long-bearded general in the middle of the seven walked to the big drum in front of the house, held the drumsticks in both hands, and knocked on the drum!

In an instant the sound of the drums was like a thunderous rumble, surging towards the four directions like a sound wave,

The excitement of the suona was completely broken, and the tension just now was completely suppressed by the sound of the drum.

Looking up at the sky, the cyan mist seemed to be shocked by the sound of Gu Ming, and the light came out from under the clouds, only shining on the blue square crown worn by the red-robed and long-bearded general!

Cheng Yan and Han Panpan stared straight away.

"Is the one in the red robe beating the drum the Sea God?" Cheng Yan asked softly.

"I don't think so. Looking at his red beard and clothes, I feel like Vulcan." Han Panpan said seriously.

"Fire Cloud Cthulhu?" Cheng Yan said subconsciously.

"Maybe it's Vulcan Ace." After Han Panpan finished speaking, Cheng Yan turned her eyes fiercely.

(end of this chapter)

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