The aristocratic son glanced at Wu Ruotang, laughed, and said: "Of course it's a chime, and it's a middle master, Sister Zhang Feng, I don't know if your building has a chime, borrow me one." As soon as these words came out, there was laughter, and several people happened to be drinking tea, and when they heard this, a mouthful of tea squirted out, and they hurriedly covered it with their sleeves.

Wu Ruotang glared at him angrily and didn't speak. At this time, General Qin said on the side: "Boy, do you really know how to beat the drum?" ”

Wu Ruotang respectfully bowed his hand to him and said, "Don't dare to hide from General Qin." ”

General Qin clapped his hands and said, "Okay, come on!" A sturdy young man dressed in military uniform hurriedly came to his side. You bring my accompanying snare drum for this little brother. As soon as the heroic young man arched his hand, he immediately flew away, and in less than a cup of tea, he placed a big snare drum in front of Wu Ruotang, and handed him a pair of drumsticks.

Wu Ruotang took the drumstick, looked at Sister Zhang Feng, didn't say much, used his arm strength, and struggled to beat the snare drum, and immediately the loud and poignant drum sound rumbled and echoed in the building, which made people angry.

In Wu Ruotang's mind, the desolate figures of the sacrificed soldiers covered in blood when attacking the Heroes Pavilion quickly flashed, as well as the sadness in their eyes when they fell suddenly. Immediately afterwards, his eyes seemed to flash Chi Tianhao's inexplicable eyes and Li Wuji's pathos for unfulfilled ambitions, and he heard his drum beat becoming more and more poignant and more and more solemn, as if the anger of the heavens had been poured out. Huo Ran, he stretched his arms, a drumstick, and struck on the edge of the snare drum, making a "choking bang" sound.

The sound of the drums once again shook the sky, thick and composed, as dense as the rolling thunder before the summer rains, making it feel as if a storm was about to loot the heavens and the earth.

"Don't forget to motivate, my lord. Beat the drum on a cloudy day, and think about the sun that breaks through the clouds. Drumming on rainy days, thinking about the rainbow in the sky after the rain, drumming on snowy days, thinking about the weeds that sprout in spring, beating drums in the wind, and thinking about riding the wind and waves. It's been a long time, and Chi Haotian's words finally came out of his heart again.

The drum gradually slowed down, but it became louder and louder, more and more regretful, and everyone's hearts followed the aggravation of the drum, beating faster and faster, jumping more and more urgently, as if they wanted to jump out of the cavity, as if they saw thousands of troops and horses gathered on the battlefield, the fighting was strict, the golden iron horse, a fierce battle, about to break out in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the drum beat was low again, gradually becoming dense, gradually fainting, until it was silent, but in the entire hairpin upstairs, no one dared to breathe, and everyone waited with bated breath.

It seems that the thunder falls on the plains, and it seems that the heavenly river is inclined in front of you, and the thunder-like drum sound is like the Yangtze River rolling out, wave after wave, and it is like a million male soldiers rushing to kill in the battle formation, and the iron hooves are trampling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Wu Ruotang is like a god who has been in charge of thunder since ancient times, waving his arms gracefully and rhythmically, using thunderous drum music to push this drum music to one dazzling realm after another.

In the eyes of the people, there seemed to be a bloody killing array, their own army rushed forward one after another, the enemy's soldiers roared and rushed and were cut down like grass mustard, blood flowed into rivers, soldiers' combat boots were deeply soaked in blood, but no one retreated, only knew how to move forward. The iron hooves of the cavalry trampled the trembling ground, and the bright and shining armor met the rays of the sun, emitting a thousand golden rays.

Wu Ruotang's eyes seemed to see the scene of the bloody battle in Luoyang again, the vicious and ruthless five sons of the Jin family were killed one by one under the long knife at their waists. On Bashan, countless evil Shu cottagers screamed miserably under their own long knives corpses all over the field, Bashan Qisha Dugu and a crippled thigh was picked up by himself and flew into the air, and the miserable scream resounded in the sky, followed by the flower monk, Lin Qianye, Yue Shuaikong. In the first battle of the Nian Gang, dozens of Turkic masters could not block their thunderous blows, as long as they wanted to do it, no matter how difficult it was, it was just as if they were idle. When you are alive, you should be proud of it.

Wu Ruotang raised his head to the sky and roared, and the drum sound turned, dense as a violent bean, as urgent as heavy rain, like galloping, like driving a light boat, flying thousands of miles, and like turning into a Kunpeng, flapping his wings in the sky.

In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that the battlefield had appeared again, the enemy army had been defeated, the enemy chief was awarded, the general Jin Ge waved, the army commander drove in, smashed the enemy's nest, the scene was full of exciting horns, and there were joyful shouts of killing, and the war horses jumped over the corpses all over the ground, and ran away.

Wu Ruotang waved his arms, and the drumstick struck the drum edge again, ending the drum song.

For a long time, whether it was inside the building, or outside the building, and even on the street where the drums could be heard, there was no human voice, and even the cries of the street vendors disappeared.

Wu Ruotang carefully placed the drumstick on the drum surface, hugged his fist to Su Wan, and said, "The master who taught me once told me that in ancient times, dance music was used to stimulate morale and influence people's hearts, not for entertainment. I don't know if the girl thinks so. But come to think of it, you can't listen to the drums of our rough men. The girl's words are right, in Quanzhou and Fuzhou, you can't find a bosom friend for your piano music. He looked at Su Wan and said, "Do it yourself." I saw Su Wan looking at herself in a daze, and she didn't answer.

He looked at Sister Zhang Feng again, she was also dumbfounded and did not stop him. He wanted to thank General Qin for giving him a drum, but General Qin didn't seem to listen to him in a daze. Wu Ruotang smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and strode out of the hairpin building.

It was also quiet outside the hairpin building, and everyone was stunned as Wu Ruotang walked out of the gate, without a little noise.

As if in an instant, there was an earth-shattering applause and cheers all over the street, everyone applauded vigorously, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement, and everyone applauded Wu Ruotang frantically. Wu Ruotang was taken aback and stunned. At this time, applause poured down from the hairpin building, and the sound of praise was endless. Peng Wuxiang came to his senses at this time, took Peng Wuxing's shoulders, and bowed respectfully to the people on the street according to the rules of Qingzhou artists.

At this time, General Qin's head came out from the second floor of the hairpin building, and he said loudly: "Hey, boy, what a charge drum, a good killing drum." Wu Ruotang raised his head and thanked him.

"Childe stays!" Su Wan ran out with the piano in her hand, her eyes were red, and she said in a trembling voice, "My father and he...... Don't? ”

Wu Ruotang nodded gloomily and said, "Ling Zun has already driven the crane west, girl, please mourn." With that, he strode away from Slender West Lake Flower Street. (To be continued.) )