The witch opening ceremony was held in the large earthen floor in the village.

When he walked into the big diteping with the rising moonlight, Fang Luoya realized that it was already quite lively;

A huge pile of firewood was piled up in the middle of the dirt floor. Some children began to chase and play happily in the dirt floor, and some adults were standing next to the dirt floor and chatting.

"Hey...Mu Yong, your kid is too thin... I guess you have to keep it for a while..."

Seeing Mu Yong and others coming over, a tall and strong man looked at Fang Luoya twice and suddenly said with a smile.

Mu Yong grinned, punched Gu Mo in the chest, and said, "Cough cough... don't worry... Gu Mo, my Aya will definitely look stronger than your Gu Feng in the future..."

"Haha...Mu Yong, then I'm waiting. Wu has seen Gu Feng today and said that my Gu Feng is now as a level six wizard..." Gu Mo laughed proudly at his chest.

"Sixth-level wizard?" Mu Yong's face showed a hint of surprise when he heard Gu Mo's words. He looked at Gu Mo with a smug look on his face, then smiled and punched Gu Mo hard and said, "Oh...is not bad, your Gu Mo is only sixteen years old, a sixteen-year-old sixth-level wizard...even if he is in a large tribe, it is amazing!"

"Of course, Mu Yong, don't see whose son it is...haha..." Gu Mo laughed proudly with big white teeth, then looked at Yun Ling beside Mu Yong, and said with a smile: "By the way, Mu Yong... Although your Yun Ling is still young, you can get married in a few years. Otherwise, let's make a decision... My Gu Feng is now a level six wizard, and maybe you can become a level eight wizard in a few years. When your Yun Ling gets married, you will definitely not suffer any loss!"

After hearing Gu Mo's words, Mu Yong was slightly stunned. He looked down at Yun Ling beside him. He was obviously moved, but after hesitating for a moment, he smiled and said, "Yun Ling is still young. I have promised Yun Ling's mother... When Yun Ling is sixteen years old, see what she means!"

"Hey... Mu Yong, we are good brothers... Although Yun Ling's mother's words are correct, Gu Feng is now sixteen years old. If it were others, they were just married, but he was just complaining that he liked Yun Ling since he was a child, so many girls from tribes came to him, but he refused to agree..."

Gu Mo reached out and patted Mu Yong on the shoulder, sighed, and said, "If I had made a decision, I would have been relieved... We brothers have been so many years, you know my personality; you also saw Gu Feng grow up, and you also know his abilities... Think carefully!"

"Well...I know..." Mu Yong nodded with a sigh and said, "I grew up watching Gu Feng, so I naturally knew that Yun Ling would not suffer any loss if she married him; but I promised Yun Ling's mother that I could not go back on my regret!"

"Look at the fate of the children..."

Hearing Mu Yong's refusal, Gu Mo frowned slightly, nodded slightly unhappy, and said, "Okay... Yun Ling's mother is a good woman, but it's a pity she died early... Alas..."

"Okay, let's not say sad words anymore. You should take him quickly... Aya, right? The time is almost over. Come on, don't waste time..."

Mu Yong led Fang Luoya to a small room next to the playground. Wu was in the room at this time, stirring something in a wooden bowl with a wooden stick.

Looking at Wu, Fang Luoya showed a hint of astonishment, because Wu's outfit today was completely different. When he saw him the last two times, Wu was wearing a linen robe, but this time Wu was naked, wearing only a short animal-skin battle skirt, barefoot.

Some strange pigments were used on my face and body, and some strange red, green and green patterns were used...

Mu Yong seemed not surprised at all when he saw the witch's appearance, but just said respectfully: "Wu...I brought Aya!"

The witch turned to look at Fang Luoya, looked at his short animal-skinned jacket, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Okay... the time is almost over, you can take him to play the drum..."

"It's...Witch!"

Mu Yong led Fang Luoya to the corner of the cottage, where about ten two-foot-sized brown-gray leather drums and drum racks were neatly stacked;

Mu Yong picked up one from it, then picked up one or two wooden hammers, signaling Fang Luoya to pick up a drum rack next to him and go out of the house.

At this time, there were more people in the dirt floor than the first, and they stood together and chatted casually;

Seeing Mu Yong and Fang Luoya come out from inside with drums in their arms, the field soon became quiet;

Mu Yong took Fang Luoya to set up the drum stand and drums about a ft. away next to the firewood pile, and then nodded to an old man next to him, saying, "Uncle Qi... Please trouble you!"

The thin old man with a gray-headed head got up and took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, opened a plug, and blew it into the bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was blown twice, and a small flame appeared inside.

After throwing the bamboo tube into the good dry firewood pile, a ball of flames several feet high suddenly appeared from the dry firewood pile, and then quickly ignited the entire dry firewood pile.

Seeing that the fire had been burned, Mu Yong picked up the two wooden hammers, looked at Fang Luoya, and said, "Can you play the drums?"

"Uh... I don't know much!" Fang Luoya shook his head honestly.

"Well... it's very simple to learn from me!"

It is indeed very simple. The wooden hammers with both hands take turns to hit the drum surface with a very regular rhythm, making a dull sound. There is no big difference from the big drum he saw in the countryside before, except that the sound was more shocking.

After Mu Yong beat the drumstick a few times, he handed the drumstick to Fang Luoya, indicating that he could start.

"Dong, dun, dun, dun!"

After reaching out to pick up the pair of drumsticks that were obviously a little old, Fang Luoya took a deep breath, and then began to hit hard like Mu Yong.

However, after a few beats, the rhythm was correct, but the sound was obviously much smaller than that of Mu Yong; this brown leather drum seemed much harder to hit than the white leather drum he had seen before.

The white-skinned drum can make a loud sound with just a gentle force, but this drum requires a lot of force, but the sound of the drums still cannot be compared with Mu Yong.

"Eat harder!" Mu Yong, who was standing beside him, no longer had his usual care and easy-goingness, and looked at Fang Luoya and said in a deep voice.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong!" Fang Luoya didn't dare to neglect, took a deep breath, and began to tighten his arms and beat the drum with all his strength.

After hearing the drum sounds this time, Mu Yong nodded with satisfaction.

However, Mu Yong was satisfied, but Fang Luoya was secretly complaining. This was just knocking twenty or thirty strokes, and then he felt his arms sore.

But at this time, it was obvious that it could not stop, because with the sound of his drums, some people around him began to slowly surround the fire, and many people began to stand beside the fire, clapping their palms hard according to his drum beats.

The drums were accompanied by applause and began to echo throughout the tribe;

Some tribal members who had not yet arrived, heard the drum sounds, and at this time they began to put down their work or things and gathered towards the ground.

Mu Yong led Fang Luoya here to play drums, while Gu Mo led a tall boy to stand in the shadow not far away, but was watching the two of them talking softly.

"Gu Feng... Although your Uncle Yong has refused for the time being, you don't have to worry; you are my Gu Mo's son, the most outstanding young hunter in the tribe. When Yun Ling is older, who will he choose if he doesn't choose?"

The boy looked at Fang Luoya coldly and said in a cold voice: "But this kid is from Uncle Yong's family now, what if..."

Hearing his son's worried words, Gu Mo glanced at Fang Luoya over there and said with a snorting: "As for this kid, you don't have to worry at all... He is only witch now, and he is not much stronger in the future; in our tribe, if you don't have strength, you are a waste, and Mu Yong will not betroth him with Yun Ling; as long as you reach level 7 and 8 as soon as possible in the past few years, even if you don't go, Mu Yong will come to him!"

Speaking of this, Gumo paused and laughed coldly, "And, the few ninth-level wizards in the tribe are your father, I am the strongest. In two years, I will be the leader and become the leader... What else do you have to worry about?"

"I understand, dad!" Hearing Gu Mo's words, a trace of color flashed in Gu Feng's eyes and nodded in a deep voice.

Fang Luoya on the other side was not aware that anyone was talking about him at this moment. After he had a bulge, he felt that his arms were gradually starting to swell and weak, and on his forehead, there were gradually drops of sweat beads as big as beans flowing down his cheeks.

Fang Luoya never expected that the first severe challenge he encountered when he came to this world would be to beat drums.

But at this time, I could only grit my teeth and persevere;

In such a world, it is obvious that strength represents everything; and in such a ceremony that is most important for him to integrate into this world, Fang Luoya dared not have the slightest idea of ​​giving up.

If at this time, under the gaze of so many people, I could not even hold on to playing drums, and maybe I would never be able to raise my head in this tribe again.

At this time, a bunch of teenagers squeezed aside and looked at Fang Luoya who was playing drums, mostly with a look of watching the show.

"Haha...how long do you think this waste can last?" Looking at Fang Luoya, who was already sweating, a young man with a horse face smiled and said.

“I bet it won’t last more than a quarter of an hour…”

"Hehe...How can this waste last for a quarter of an hour? It's already the top if you can persist for a quarter of an hour!"
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