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"The Ulan Mu is here, and the opening performance of the Naadam Conference is about to begin."

Hearing this, Di Li Gerba quickly grasped the point.

"Ulanmu ride? What is that? "

Chu Yang did not hurry to answer, but asked a ~.

"You should know about the literary team, right?"

"Of course I know about the cultural troupe, my father was still dancing in the Xinjiang Cultural Troupe when he was young."

Speaking of this, Di Li Gerba suddenly reacted.

"The Ulan Shepherd Horse is a Mongolian literary team?"

Chu Yang nodded with a smile, and then continued.

"Ulanmu horse, in Mongolian, means "red shoot". "

"Listening to the name, you can know that since the day of its establishment, the Ulan Mu Horse has been a red literary team."

"The members inside are all multi-talented, you see these people with instruments in their hands, they not only know how to instrument, but also sing, they can host, and they can even do acrobatics."

The literary team is an official performance team, and Di Li Gerba naturally does not question their professional level.

She is now looking forward to the opening performance in a while.

This kind of festival rich in national flavor, the opening performance must be very distinctive!

......

As time passed, more and more onlookers at the venue.

Thanks to Chu Yang and Di Li Gerba, they found a position in advance.

If it's a little late, you'll have to ride on a horse to see the performance in the center of the venue.

And with the pointer pointing to eight o'clock.

The members of the Ulan Herdsman Horse picked up the musical instruments in their hands.

Huobusi, Hujia, Yatok, Mongolian horn, horse head qin, Mongolian drum...

Both common and uncommon Mongolian musical instruments can be found here.

Leading the performance was the Mongolian drum.

A total of sixteen Mongolian drums, in different directions, were beaten by young and strong men.

Mongolian drums are also called tank drums.

In ancient times, whenever the drum sounded, soldiers would go out to fight.

At this time, the beating of Mongolian drums also sounded imposing.

The rhythm of the drums ranges from slow to fast.

Towards the extreme, other instruments also began to play in an ensemble.

More than a dozen musical instruments, the melody played together is unusually harmonious.

Di Li Gerba even felt.

This performance, when the opening performance of the spring evening, is qualified.

Di Li Gerba loves music, and she is able to sit back and enjoy the ensemble.

But some of the audience in the live broadcast room are not very interested in such a performance format.

[After the ensemble of musical instruments, it is estimated that it will be about to dance.] Emmmm always feels a bit old-fashioned. 】

[Ethnic minorities are all good at singing and dancing, isn't it normal to make such a performance?] 】

[Normal is normal, just a little boring.] 】

[If you want to do something new, just sound good.] 】

【......】

The audience had their own opinions.

Some people think the opening performance is good, and some think the opening performance is bad.

Of course.

People who think the opening performance is not good, do not really think that the performance is bad.

They just think that the instrument and dance form is too old-fashioned.

It's like a music and dance show on spring evening.

There are such programs every spring evening.

At first, everyone thought it was novel, and if there was a creative dance, it would blow into the sky.

But the more you see it, it's not interesting.

Fortunately, the audience does not turn off the TV as they do when watching the spring evening.

After the opening performance, you should enter the exciting competition session.

With such a big attraction ahead, they will naturally have the patience to continue waiting.

And let's be honest.

This ensemble of instruments sounds really exciting.

Listen a little longer, and even the sleepiness of waking up early is dispelled.

But at this time, the melody of the instrumental ensemble suddenly stopped.

Di Li Gerba looked at Chu Yang and asked with some doubt.

"This is gone?"

The melody just now has a feeling of unfinished meaning.

If nothing else, there should be the second half.

After listening to Di Lireba's words, Chu Yang did not answer positively.

He just smiled slightly, and then said a little mysteriously.

"Don't worry, the wonderful ones are still to come."

Wonderful, yet to come?

Could it be that the next performance will be special?

With a little expectation, Di Li Gerba and the audience in the live broadcast room waited patiently.

Next second.

A male member of the literary team stood up from a stool.

He still has a microphone in his hand.

Sticking the microphone to his mouth, the man opened his mouth and let out a low chant.

Hearing this voice, Di Lireba subconsciously said.

"Hoomai?"

Her tone was a little surprised, but she was not too surprised in her heart.

Humaiben is a unique singing technique in the grassland.

It is a normal thing for someone to perform Humai.

Di Li Gerba wanted to ask what Chu Yang said wonderfully.

However.

Before she could speak, the ground beneath her feet suddenly trembled slightly.

Generally speaking.

In this case, there will be a riot among the people on the scene.

But Di Li Gerba found that none of the people present were panicked.

Opposite.

These people all looked in the same direction, with expectant expressions on their faces.

What are they expecting?

Di Li Gerba followed the gaze of these people.

Soon, on the distant horizon, she saw the overwhelming dust.

This dust is not a natural phenomenon.

It was horse after horse that lifted up the dust.

On the back of the horse sat a Mongolian man.

These men were shirtless, but with colorful ribbons around their necks.

When we were about to get close to the Naadam conference.

They pulled the reins and brought the horses to a stop.

Immediately, they jumped off their horses in unison.

Meanwhile.

The man with the microphone just now started to humai again.

This time, his humai became noticeably rhythmic.

And the group of Mongolian men who had just landed and stood firmly also began to move towards the center of the venue according to the rhythm.

However, their walking posture is very strange.

The body shook from side to side considerably, and even the limbs had to swing widely.

Of course.

Strange to strange, but the overall look is very imposing.

Di Li Gerba turned her head and prepared to ask the reason for this walking position.

But before she could speak, Chu Yang took the lead and explained.

"This is Eagle Step."

"I told you before that the Mongols regard the eagle as a totem of national belief."

"And learning to walk with an eagle is a way to express your faith."

Hearing this, Di Lireba nodded understandingly.

She had never seen an eagle walking, so she couldn't simulate a concrete picture in her head.

Chu Yang saw that she was still a little confused, so he whispered a few words to the lightning on his shoulder.

The voice fell.

The lightning flew and flew to the front of this group of Mongolian men.

"Wow!"

The onlookers exclaimed.

Under the spotlight.

Lightning first circled in the air a few times, and then fell steadily to the ground.

Immediately after, it spreads its wings and leads the way ahead.

The pace of the lightning was almost the same as that of the group of Mongolian men.

Di Li Gerba also understood what eagle step was at this moment.

And the group of Mongolian men, after a brief surprise, quickly followed the lightning and walked.

They walked even harder than they had just now.

The messengers of the Immortal Heaven are leading the way ahead, and of course they must behave well.

Lightning is also very good at finding rhythm.

With a whirring sound, it staggered a few steps from side to side.

The whirr falls, and it flaps its wings on the ground.

The Mongolian men behind him also adjusted their pace and movements at the first time.

Follow the golden eagle and take a neat and uniform eagle step.

Such a picture is more imposing and more wild.

With this Hoo Mecca Eagle Step alone, the opening performance of the festival was pushed to a peak.

The audience took out their mobile phones one after another to record this rare picture.

And the audience in the live broadcast room is also much more emotional.

[That's right! This is a performance with national characteristics! 】

[I admit that I spoke a little loudly before, this opening performance is actually quite good. ] 】

[It has to be Brother Chu. ] Single-handedly, he pulled the opening performance up several levels. 】

[Lightning also has a lot of credit. And the lightning finds the rhythm of Humai, which is a bit outrageous. 】

[The animals around Brother Chu are normal to be outrageous. ] 】

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Inside and outside the live broadcast room, I am very satisfied with this performance.

Seeing this, Chu Yang was also relieved.

To be honest, letting Lightning go with him was a completely hot thought in his head.

And as soon as the lightning flew out, he regretted it a little.

After all, the opening performance of the Naadam Conference was rehearsed.

Lightning jumps in, which is estimated to affect the rhythm of the opening performance.

Fortunately, the situation did not go for the worse.

The appearance of lightning made this performance directly sublimated.

Looking at the expressions of the nearby audience, it was obvious that they were also very satisfied with this performance.

However, the performance did not last long.

In just a few minutes, Lightning led the Mongolian men to the center of the venue.

Mission accomplished, lightning doesn't stay here too much.

It let out a long roar in its mouth, and at the same time fluttered its wings, flying directly on the spot.

Everyone's eyes are following the flight trajectory of lightning.

It wasn't until the lightning fell on their shoulders that these people shifted their gaze to Chu Yang's face.

Obviously easy to see.

This young and handsome face is the owner of the golden eagle.

Some people who know Chu Yang have begun to introduce them to their friends.

And those who didn't know Chu Yang silently remembered this face in their hearts.

Being watched by so many people, Chu Yang's face did not change.

He just touched the lightning feathers and turned his attention to the next performance.

The Mongolian men relied on eagle steps to reach the center of the field.

At the same time, the whirring sound fell, and the sound of the ensemble of instruments sounded again.

To match the melody, the Mongolian men danced Mongolian dances.

It didn't take long.

Those who sat and played the instrument also picked up the instrument and joined in the dance.

Of course, only for those light instruments.

Like a Mongolian drum, it is impossible to hold it and dance at the same time.

Light melody, accompanied by Mongolian dance with various movements.

The atmosphere of the scene was instantly ignited.

Infected by the atmosphere.

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The audience also began to dance to the melody of the music.

What made Di Li Gerba feel incredible.

There were fewer than a few thousand spectators at the scene, and more than seventy percent could dance.

There could not be so many members of the Ulan Herdsman.

So these people are really spectators, but spectators who can dance.

And seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room also sighed one after another.

[Really fake?] How many people can dance? 】

[Sure enough. Fifty-five ethnic groups are all good at singing and dancing, and only we Han people shouted 666 on the side. 】

[I really envy such a festive atmosphere, I don't feel much about the Spring Festival now. ] 】

【......】

Seeing the people around him join in the opening performance, Di Li Gerba was also a little itchy.

She had studied dance for so many years and had not danced on such occasions.

But she doesn't know Mongolian dance.

If you really join in, I'm afraid it will be very twisted.

Thinking of this, Di Li Gerba suppressed the urge to dance.

But at this time, Chu Yang's voice sounded in her ears.

"What are you doing standing silly, dancing together, haven't you learned to dance?"

"But I learned Xinjiang dance, so I shouldn't fit in, right?"

"Unsociable?"

Chu Yang shook his head and pointed to the joyful crowd and said.

"These people don't dance Mongolian dances."

"To be precise, they don't dance in any genre, they just wriggle to the melody."

"But if you really want to dance Mongolian dance, I can teach you a little."

Saying that, Chu Yang took Di Lireba's hand.

Actually, where does he know what Mongolian dance.

The only thing he knows is ballroom dancing that he learned in college.

But festivals, just have fun.

And the atmosphere of the scene is so cheerful, it doesn't matter what kind of dance you dance.

Thereupon.

Chu Yang took Di Lireba's hand and began to jump up to the melody.

Having studied dance for so many years, Di Li Gerba has a deep understanding of rhythm and body movements.

After a few movements, she already knew that Chu Yang was jumping blindly.

But she did not choose to withdraw her hand from the other party's hand.

After all, she had figured it out.

This is not a dance competition, nor is it a big party.

What kind of dance you dance, it doesn't matter at all.

It is important to enjoy this festive atmosphere.

With such thoughts, Di Li Gerba turned against the guest and began to guide Chu Yang to dance.

She dances out of order, and when she thinks of any movement, she will jump out of it.

No one will laugh at her.

All she got was smiling faces and encouraging applause.

......

The cheerful atmosphere of the scene lasted for ten minutes.

At the back, everyone on the scene went crazy.

Chu Yang is the same.

He first danced with Di Li Gerba, and then he jumped with the wind.

Looking at Chu Yang's presumptuous smile and helpless expression, Di Li Reba couldn't help but laugh.

But she would immediately regret her laughter.

Because after Chu Yang jumped with the wind for a while, he ran to take her hand.

And here it is.

She and Chu Yang and Swift Wind held hands with each other and danced in circles in place.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room laughed.

[Brother Chu has a lot of fun, but Reba and Swift Wind are loveless. ] 】

[Why doesn't Reba laugh, is it natural not to laugh?] 】

[I really love this opening, and I can feel happy across the screen. 】

[Decided! ] In the future, be sure to attend the Naadam Conference to experience the atmosphere. 】

【......】

There is an end to the happy time. And at the Naadam Conference, various competitions are the right topic.

Therefore.

The members of the Ulan Shepherd had to stop playing their instruments. They stood in rows, bowed to the nearby audience in thanks, and then exited one after another.

The audience also greeted them with applause. The applause went on for a long time. It was not until the salute rang out at the Naadam Conference that it was difficult to stop. At the same time, a moderator came to the center of the venue.

"Please take a break."

"Half an hour later, the Naadam Conference competition officially began."

The host said two words and left.

In fact, he was just going through the motions.

The Naadam Conference has been held for so many years, and everyone knows the process of the festival well.

Of course, there are people who do not know the inside story.

For example, Di Li Gerba.

Hearing the host's words, she asked Chu Yang quite excitedly.

"What is the content of the first competition?!"

Chu Yang thought for a moment and replied.

"If nothing else, it should be a horse riding."

"Oh, no. To be precise, it should be a horse. "

Walking horses?

Hearing this term, Di Li Gerba and the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.

They just know how to walk around and see the flowers.

As for the horse competition, they don't quite understand.

Di Li Reba didn't bother to think, she asked directly.

"What is a walking horse?"

"Walking horses. As the name suggests, it is to go faster than whose horse. "

This answer made Di Li Gerba a little dumbfounded.

Shouldn't horses be faster than running?

Will it even be faster than walking spoons?.