Chapter 658
In the long-awaited eyes of the people, Zhuo Wen's fist, like a dazzling sun, roared towards the drum face, with great momentum and momentum.
Boom!
The thunder like sound sounded. Centered on the big drum, the terrible pressure spread like a circular wave. It rolled down like Tianwei's pressure and acted on Zhuo Wen, making his knees slightly bent. His decisive fist was like a bull in the sea.
"Zhuo Wen! The tenth blow of the morning bell and evening drum is ten times more terrible than the ninth blow. Just now, when you hit the ninth blow, you had suffered a strong internal injury. You feel that with your current strength, it is possible to resist the tenth blow?"
At the edge of the stage, Huangfu had no chance to hold his shoulders with both hands. On his handsome face, there was a trace of mockery. His strength was much stronger than Zhuo Wen. Although he resisted the tenth threat, he also seemed quite reluctant.
But the boy in front of him is much weaker than him. He tries to ring the morning bell and evening drum for the tenth time. There is no doubt that the mantis is beating the cart and the ants are trying to shake the tree.
Pedal pedal!
Three steps, under this pressure, Zhuo Wen went back three steps. At the moment, Zhuo Wen was short of breath, his eyes were red, and the beads of sweat like soybeans were streaming down his forehead.
Looking at Zhuo Wen's forced appearance, Huangfu's mockery became more and more intense, and the audience around him shook their heads and sighed. They knew that it was impossible for Zhuo Wen to ring the tenth time.
Step back, step back!
"Zhenmo green coffin, open it for me!"
The low roar like a beast was raised from Zhuo Wen's throat. Zhuo Wen patted the Zhang Xu green coffin behind him with his right hand.
Creak!
A strange voice sounded. Zhuo Wen opened a crack in the lid of the green coffin. In a short time, a frightening pressure flowed out of the gap of the green coffin, stabilizing Zhuo Wen's backward body.
Huangfu stared at the blue coffin behind Zhuo Wen with a dignified look on his face and said in secret: "the coffin behind this boy is not simple. It can emit such terrible pressure, but it's really impossible to sound the tenth time just like this..."
Before Huangfu could finish his words, another creak sounded. Zhuo Wen suddenly lifted the cover of the green coffin by one-third, a more terrible pressure. With Zhuo Wen as the center, countless upward air currents were formed, like an upside down waterfall, which was extremely terrible.
Pedal pedal!
It was three more steps. These three steps were not backward, but forward. Then Zhuo Wen bowed at his waist, and with the help of the power of the green coffin, he punched again. This punch almost solidified, and all the explosive power of the 365 acupoints in his body was a desperate move.
Dong!
The melodious drum sound, accompanied by the ring sound wave, takes the big drum as the center, spreads around the stage, resounds through the sky and frightens the earth, with a different style.
At that moment, the whole moon Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke or made noise. Everyone looked at the young man carrying the green coffin in the center of the stage with tacit understanding.
Ten! The morning bell and evening drum were sounded again for the tenth time, and he was an unknown young man.
The strange silence didn't last long, and a huge uproar broke out in the crowd like running thunder.
"It's incredible! This son also sounded the tenth blow. Doesn't that mean the record is even with his Highness the second prince?"
"Both of them beat ten times. Does that mean that their gambling fight should be a draw?"
"It should be! The opening of the second step is very difficult. Although this boy can beat the big drum ten times, it is basically impossible to resonate with the big drum. It should be a draw."
Huangfu was stunned. The smile on his face could no longer be maintained. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were staring at Zhuo Wen. He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him, who had never been in his eyes, was beating for the tenth time.
On the moon Pavilion, she asked Aoxue's cold pretty face that she could no longer keep calm. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhuo Wen's back, her lips were slightly open, and whispered, "it's the tenth time? Is it a fluke?"
Due to the doubts about Zhuo Wen all the time, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuo Wen beat the tenth time by his own strength, so he subconsciously thought that this son was lucky to beat the tenth time.
The eyes of the people in Muqin County twinkled with excitement. Zhuo Wen was their genius in Muqin county. As a member of Muqin County, they naturally felt a sense of belonging and glory.
"Brother Lu! You told me that this son is the strongest representative of your Muqin county. I still don't believe it. Now it seems that I really spend the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart." Qiu Shaoyun said to LV Yitao with a bitter corner of his mouth.
LV Yitao was also quite shocked. He knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, but his guess was to ask Aoxue, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's record of beating the war drum surpassed that of asking Aoxue and equalled Huangfu's inorganic record.
Obviously, LV Yitao underestimated Zhuo Wen's potential and strength.
"What a freak! It seems that the Marquis Qin's residence will really shine in the nine county war."
After the shock, LV Yitao showed a happy smile. With Zhuo Wen, they are afraid that Qin county will achieve unprecedented good results in the nine county war, which he is looking forward to.
"He still hasn't changed!" Mu Xue's peerless face under the veil showed a smile, and her beautiful eyes were concentrated on Zhuo Wen.
"Young master Zhuo, congratulations on beating the morning bell and evening drum ten times. You know the second step! Sing your songs and Fu. If it resonates with this drum, you will be a success."
Originally, Mo Yan had no hope. At the moment, her beautiful eyes were colorful. What she didn't expect was that the young man who was not optimistic in front of her could beat ten times and record chasing Huangfu.
Perhaps, this person may cause the resonance of morning bell and evening drum.
"Damn it! I was even recorded by the Dalit. It seems that I can't clean up this son. I can only rub this son's spirit during the nine county war."
Huangfu inorganic frowned slightly, Zhuo Wen also sounded ten times, and the bet between them would be a draw, which naturally didn't make any sense. Of course, Huangfu inorganic didn't think Zhuo Wen could succeed at all, and even he couldn't resonate with the drum. How can this boy in front of him, and how can he do it?
At the moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes focused on the big drum. After ten beats, the pressure on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him. Therefore, now Zhuo Wen doesn't feel the slightest depression.
However, Zhuo Wen did not immediately compose music, but gently stroked the rusty drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood on the drum surface, all revealing the vicissitudes and extraordinary of the drum.
After beating the big drum ten times, Zhuo Wen could clearly hear a trace of sadness and regret about the unfulfilled ambition from the melodious drum sound. Once, this was the war drum on the battlefield and the sharp weapon to inspire the soldiers in the barracks.
This drum should have been on the battlefield, singing heartily about iron and blood tenderness, moaning heartily about the sea of dead mountains and blood, and sighing heartily about the body wrapped in a horse's clothes, but now it is buried in a romantic place like Zuichun Pavilion. It is unwilling.
"Very unwilling?"
Touching the surface of the big drum and feeling the waves from the big drum, Zhuo Wen also had ripples in his heart. In this impetuous world, the law of the jungle and the elimination of the bad, Zhuo Wen was even more unwilling.
"When I'm drunk, I carry a lamp and watch a sword. I dream of blowing horns and camping!"
The faint voice sounded slowly from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and Zhuo Wen also moved at this moment, and his fist back slammed on the drum surface, ringing out a regretful and unwilling music.
"Eight hundred miles under his command, fifty strings turn over the sound outside the Great Wall!"
At this moment, Zhuo Wen began to dance unconsciously. His uninhibited figure, like a wild goose spreading its wings, waved heartily on the stage. He didn't know when a Zhangxu bone gun appeared in his hand. The cold light flickered and the gun awned.
Dong Dong!
Drums accompanied by singing, set off the gun dance. At this moment, everyone seemed to integrate into the artistic conception of Zhuo Wen's song.
In their minds, they seemed to be able to imagine that in the dead of night, a strong man, drunk at night, turned on the lights again and again, looked at his sword for many years, and was eager to go to the battlefield and swing the northern expedition.
In a trance, he felt that it was dawn, and a loud and majestic horn sounded in the continuous barracks. He rewarded the soldiers with large pieces of roast beef and let them share it; The military band played a loud and stirring frontier war song to cheer up and strengthen the power. On the battlefield where the autumn wind hunts, he reviews all kinds of soldiers and horses and is ready to go out.
"Point autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Lu made of horses flies fast and his bow is like a thunderbolt. He has finished the affairs of the king and won the first place after his death!"
A burst of passionate songs sounded again. At this moment, the artistic conception changed again, as if they had come to the battlefield. The soldiers galloped on horses as fast as "Dilu"; When the strong bow is opened, ten thousand arrows are fired at the same time. It sounds like a "Thunderbolt", which is soul stirring. The enemy collapsed and failed completely. He led the soldiers to finally complete the great cause of recovering the lost land and unifying the imperial dynasty, and won the immortal reputation before and after death.
With this impassioned Qu Fu, everyone's mood is mobilized. This golden iron horse and gas swallowing momentum makes many people surging and unable to calm down for a long time.
"Poor white!"
When Ci Fu reached the end, the most passionate emotion finally fell down. It turned out that the magnificent military appearance, the battle of leaping horses, brilliant victory and eternal fame were all dreams.
A strong sense of regret and tragedy. In this last sentence, the interpretation is incisive and incisive. In the end, it turned out to be a dream. How unwilling and regretful it is!
After hearing this last sentence, all the people around them put it in one after another. Unexpectedly, they sighed faintly, and their feelings of unwillingness and regret reached the extreme.
Dong!
At this time, the big drum, which had no movement, suddenly hummed and burst into a terrible light
Boom!
The thunder like sound sounded. Centered on the big drum, the terrible pressure spread like a circular wave. It rolled down like Tianwei's pressure and acted on Zhuo Wen, making his knees slightly bent. His decisive fist was like a bull in the sea.
"Zhuo Wen! The tenth blow of the morning bell and evening drum is ten times more terrible than the ninth blow. Just now, when you hit the ninth blow, you had suffered a strong internal injury. You feel that with your current strength, it is possible to resist the tenth blow?"
At the edge of the stage, Huangfu had no chance to hold his shoulders with both hands. On his handsome face, there was a trace of mockery. His strength was much stronger than Zhuo Wen. Although he resisted the tenth threat, he also seemed quite reluctant.
But the boy in front of him is much weaker than him. He tries to ring the morning bell and evening drum for the tenth time. There is no doubt that the mantis is beating the cart and the ants are trying to shake the tree.
Pedal pedal!
Three steps, under this pressure, Zhuo Wen went back three steps. At the moment, Zhuo Wen was short of breath, his eyes were red, and the beads of sweat like soybeans were streaming down his forehead.
Looking at Zhuo Wen's forced appearance, Huangfu's mockery became more and more intense, and the audience around him shook their heads and sighed. They knew that it was impossible for Zhuo Wen to ring the tenth time.
Step back, step back!
"Zhenmo green coffin, open it for me!"
The low roar like a beast was raised from Zhuo Wen's throat. Zhuo Wen patted the Zhang Xu green coffin behind him with his right hand.
Creak!
A strange voice sounded. Zhuo Wen opened a crack in the lid of the green coffin. In a short time, a frightening pressure flowed out of the gap of the green coffin, stabilizing Zhuo Wen's backward body.
Huangfu stared at the blue coffin behind Zhuo Wen with a dignified look on his face and said in secret: "the coffin behind this boy is not simple. It can emit such terrible pressure, but it's really impossible to sound the tenth time just like this..."
Before Huangfu could finish his words, another creak sounded. Zhuo Wen suddenly lifted the cover of the green coffin by one-third, a more terrible pressure. With Zhuo Wen as the center, countless upward air currents were formed, like an upside down waterfall, which was extremely terrible.
Pedal pedal!
It was three more steps. These three steps were not backward, but forward. Then Zhuo Wen bowed at his waist, and with the help of the power of the green coffin, he punched again. This punch almost solidified, and all the explosive power of the 365 acupoints in his body was a desperate move.
Dong!
The melodious drum sound, accompanied by the ring sound wave, takes the big drum as the center, spreads around the stage, resounds through the sky and frightens the earth, with a different style.
At that moment, the whole moon Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke or made noise. Everyone looked at the young man carrying the green coffin in the center of the stage with tacit understanding.
Ten! The morning bell and evening drum were sounded again for the tenth time, and he was an unknown young man.
The strange silence didn't last long, and a huge uproar broke out in the crowd like running thunder.
"It's incredible! This son also sounded the tenth blow. Doesn't that mean the record is even with his Highness the second prince?"
"Both of them beat ten times. Does that mean that their gambling fight should be a draw?"
"It should be! The opening of the second step is very difficult. Although this boy can beat the big drum ten times, it is basically impossible to resonate with the big drum. It should be a draw."
Huangfu was stunned. The smile on his face could no longer be maintained. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were staring at Zhuo Wen. He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him, who had never been in his eyes, was beating for the tenth time.
On the moon Pavilion, she asked Aoxue's cold pretty face that she could no longer keep calm. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhuo Wen's back, her lips were slightly open, and whispered, "it's the tenth time? Is it a fluke?"
Due to the doubts about Zhuo Wen all the time, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuo Wen beat the tenth time by his own strength, so he subconsciously thought that this son was lucky to beat the tenth time.
The eyes of the people in Muqin County twinkled with excitement. Zhuo Wen was their genius in Muqin county. As a member of Muqin County, they naturally felt a sense of belonging and glory.
"Brother Lu! You told me that this son is the strongest representative of your Muqin county. I still don't believe it. Now it seems that I really spend the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart." Qiu Shaoyun said to LV Yitao with a bitter corner of his mouth.
LV Yitao was also quite shocked. He knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, but his guess was to ask Aoxue, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's record of beating the war drum surpassed that of asking Aoxue and equalled Huangfu's inorganic record.
Obviously, LV Yitao underestimated Zhuo Wen's potential and strength.
"What a freak! It seems that the Marquis Qin's residence will really shine in the nine county war."
After the shock, LV Yitao showed a happy smile. With Zhuo Wen, they are afraid that Qin county will achieve unprecedented good results in the nine county war, which he is looking forward to.
"He still hasn't changed!" Mu Xue's peerless face under the veil showed a smile, and her beautiful eyes were concentrated on Zhuo Wen.
"Young master Zhuo, congratulations on beating the morning bell and evening drum ten times. You know the second step! Sing your songs and Fu. If it resonates with this drum, you will be a success."
Originally, Mo Yan had no hope. At the moment, her beautiful eyes were colorful. What she didn't expect was that the young man who was not optimistic in front of her could beat ten times and record chasing Huangfu.
Perhaps, this person may cause the resonance of morning bell and evening drum.
"Damn it! I was even recorded by the Dalit. It seems that I can't clean up this son. I can only rub this son's spirit during the nine county war."
Huangfu inorganic frowned slightly, Zhuo Wen also sounded ten times, and the bet between them would be a draw, which naturally didn't make any sense. Of course, Huangfu inorganic didn't think Zhuo Wen could succeed at all, and even he couldn't resonate with the drum. How can this boy in front of him, and how can he do it?
At the moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes focused on the big drum. After ten beats, the pressure on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him. Therefore, now Zhuo Wen doesn't feel the slightest depression.
However, Zhuo Wen did not immediately compose music, but gently stroked the rusty drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood on the drum surface, all revealing the vicissitudes and extraordinary of the drum.
After beating the big drum ten times, Zhuo Wen could clearly hear a trace of sadness and regret about the unfulfilled ambition from the melodious drum sound. Once, this was the war drum on the battlefield and the sharp weapon to inspire the soldiers in the barracks.
This drum should have been on the battlefield, singing heartily about iron and blood tenderness, moaning heartily about the sea of dead mountains and blood, and sighing heartily about the body wrapped in a horse's clothes, but now it is buried in a romantic place like Zuichun Pavilion. It is unwilling.
"Very unwilling?"
Touching the surface of the big drum and feeling the waves from the big drum, Zhuo Wen also had ripples in his heart. In this impetuous world, the law of the jungle and the elimination of the bad, Zhuo Wen was even more unwilling.
"When I'm drunk, I carry a lamp and watch a sword. I dream of blowing horns and camping!"
The faint voice sounded slowly from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and Zhuo Wen also moved at this moment, and his fist back slammed on the drum surface, ringing out a regretful and unwilling music.
"Eight hundred miles under his command, fifty strings turn over the sound outside the Great Wall!"
At this moment, Zhuo Wen began to dance unconsciously. His uninhibited figure, like a wild goose spreading its wings, waved heartily on the stage. He didn't know when a Zhangxu bone gun appeared in his hand. The cold light flickered and the gun awned.
Dong Dong!
Drums accompanied by singing, set off the gun dance. At this moment, everyone seemed to integrate into the artistic conception of Zhuo Wen's song.
In their minds, they seemed to be able to imagine that in the dead of night, a strong man, drunk at night, turned on the lights again and again, looked at his sword for many years, and was eager to go to the battlefield and swing the northern expedition.
In a trance, he felt that it was dawn, and a loud and majestic horn sounded in the continuous barracks. He rewarded the soldiers with large pieces of roast beef and let them share it; The military band played a loud and stirring frontier war song to cheer up and strengthen the power. On the battlefield where the autumn wind hunts, he reviews all kinds of soldiers and horses and is ready to go out.
"Point autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Lu made of horses flies fast and his bow is like a thunderbolt. He has finished the affairs of the king and won the first place after his death!"
A burst of passionate songs sounded again. At this moment, the artistic conception changed again, as if they had come to the battlefield. The soldiers galloped on horses as fast as "Dilu"; When the strong bow is opened, ten thousand arrows are fired at the same time. It sounds like a "Thunderbolt", which is soul stirring. The enemy collapsed and failed completely. He led the soldiers to finally complete the great cause of recovering the lost land and unifying the imperial dynasty, and won the immortal reputation before and after death.
With this impassioned Qu Fu, everyone's mood is mobilized. This golden iron horse and gas swallowing momentum makes many people surging and unable to calm down for a long time.
"Poor white!"
When Ci Fu reached the end, the most passionate emotion finally fell down. It turned out that the magnificent military appearance, the battle of leaping horses, brilliant victory and eternal fame were all dreams.
A strong sense of regret and tragedy. In this last sentence, the interpretation is incisive and incisive. In the end, it turned out to be a dream. How unwilling and regretful it is!
After hearing this last sentence, all the people around them put it in one after another. Unexpectedly, they sighed faintly, and their feelings of unwillingness and regret reached the extreme.
Dong!
At this time, the big drum, which had no movement, suddenly hummed and burst into a terrible light
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