"Musical instruments!" Zhang Tianliu frowned and said, "Is this a competition of singing or dancing?"

"No, it's just a musical instrument competition." Xiaobai said depressedly.

"That's it." Zhang Tianliu spread his hands.

He does know a little bit, but unfortunately, his knowledge is nothing compared to the idle immortals here.

The two looked at Boss Mo, who said bluntly: "Don't look at me."

"I can do it. Not only me, but also Jingci, Sister Xueyi, Mr. Huang, Senior Linglong, Yingbao, we all can do it." After Zhaoyi finished speaking, Zhang, Mo and Bai all looked strange and asked curiously.

:"What's the matter?"

"No, behave well." Zhang Tianliu encouraged.

"Well, I will definitely lead everyone to the finals!"

Seeing the serious look on Fairy Zhaoyi's face, the three grown men congratulated at the same time: "I wish you success."

"Watch my performance." Fairy Zhaoyi ran into the courtyard happily.

The three of them also entered the courtyard and saw that these guys had already taken out their musical instruments and were practicing. The three of them suddenly felt that the atmosphere was weird!

Jingci played a bamboo flute, Ye Xueyi played a pipa, the Emperor played the harp, Linglong played the flute, and Yingbao played the drums. In the end, Zhaoyi did not follow them, but brought out a harp-like instrument from the house.

, each has its own characteristics.

"Hey, it's actually a harp." Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"This is called the harp." Boss Mo said.

Zhang Tianliu added: "To be precise, it's the vertical seal. Have you never been to Dunhuang?"

Boss Mo didn’t know who he was talking about: “If you haven’t been to Dunhuang, you should have seen it on TV.”

"Okay, you are discriminating against me!" Xiaobai snorted coldly, took out a harmonica like a treasure, and said with a smile: "Although I inherited it from my cousin and have never touched it, I think with my current strength, I can learn it

It's not difficult, it's my cousin."

Xiaobai spoke, his smiling expression disappeared, and he became very cold and serious: "Of course."

This voice and accent have changed, from a teenager to a person in their thirties.

Zhang Tianliu frowned. He had heard that Xiaobai would talk to himself, but he didn't expect this to be the case!

Whether it was his ability or his cousin's ability, Zhang Tianliu didn't bother to care. He took out a thumb piano, played a piece of "Two Tigers" slowly, and said proudly in front of everyone's surprised eyes: "I think I need to join in."

"I also think I want to join." Boss Mo pulled out the kitchen knife from his waist, flicked it with his fingers, and heard a crisp and sweet "dang" sound. It was obviously a good knife.

Among the three of them, one was playing the harmonica blindly, one was playing the finger piano, and the other was playing the kitchen knife randomly, which stunned the other six people.

"Can you please stop making trouble?" Linglong couldn't stand it anymore, what a dirty ear!

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Tianliu looked at Xiaobai and Boss Mo, as if Linglong hadn't mentioned him. After all, he could play some music, and Xiaobai and Boss Mo were totally making noises.

"Including you, you dare to come on stage even with such a gadget." Linglong sneered.

Zhang Tianliu immediately retorted: "What does vocal music have to do with size?"

Linglong was too lazy to pay attention to him and asked the Human Emperor: "How is the music score?"

"Just bury Jiang Ge."

"What the hell?" Zhang Tianliu had never heard the title of this song before.

The Human Emperor said: "The Song of Burying the River was created by Gun to boost the morale of his soldiers."

"Get out? Who is there with this name?" Xiaobai asked confused.

"Dayu's father." Boss Mo said angrily.

"Dayu! Who controls the water? Doesn't that control the Yellow River?" Xiaobai was even more confused.

Zhang Tianliu explained to him: "It has nothing to do with water, it has something to do with people. The person buried here must be Dijiang, and the last leader of the Gonggong clan was named Dijiang in some records. I expected it to be a war or power struggle."

, Gun fought in the end and ended up with the same fate as Di Jiang, and became one of the four sins of later generations, just like the current dynasty writing historical records to discredit the previous dynasty."

"It is difficult to tell the truth from the falsehood of the ancient sayings." The Human Emperor did not say more because he did not want to say more, but because he did not know that he was from the Han Dynasty, and the burial of Jiangge was at least three thousand years away from his era.

Zhang Tianliu glanced at the music score recorded by the Emperor and asked, "Can they understand your gongchi music score?"

"I understand." Fairy Zhaoyi smiled.

"I understand too." Brother Bao chuckled.

"That's okay." Zhang Tianliu encouraged everyone without looking at the smiling Fairy Jingci, "Come on."

Then he took Xiaobai and left with Boss Mo.

The three of them are just causing trouble for others.

However, after walking a few steps, the sound of a piano sounded behind them, and the three of them were stunned.

The sound of the piano, which directly points to people's hearts, is magnificent and without any prelude, it seems that no one is prepared for it. No one would know that this night is the eve of war. It suddenly breaks out and instantly pulls people into a massive fight!

Zhang Tianliu was really worried that all the strings of the Human Emperor's piano would break in the next moment.

From the passionate and mournful feeling that the strings give people, the Emperor is not playing the piano, but pulling the bow!

The spectacular scene of thousands of arrows firing in unison is right in front of us. The loud and harsh overtones are like the fierce collision of swords, guns and halberds. People shout and horses neigh. It is painful and tragic, but also extremely passionate.

When the Emperor's heroic song sounded despite the vicissitudes of life, it not only brought them into the battlefield, but also pulled them into the joys and sorrows behind the battlefield!

"Every year there is constant chaos in all directions."

"With the sound of drums and thunder, I put on my sword and drove my horse away."

"Returning home in blood-stained robes, eyes dim, the bride hangs herself on the old beam."

"Ningzhi Mountain, the wind and rain are open, and I worry a hundred times and never return home..."

After listening to it for a long time, Zhang Tianliu gave a bitter smile and said as he walked: "This is not a river burial song, it is clearly a human burial song."

Xiaobai followed and asked curiously: "I don't understand. What do you mean?"

Zhang Tianliu said casually: "There are endless wars every year. After the death of a son, I cry blindly. My daughter-in-law hangs herself. The living people flee to the mountains. No matter how hard the life is in the wind and rain, no matter how strong the homesickness is, they will never go home...

…”

Boss Mo said: "It should be a Chinese song."

"Hange?" Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, right? Then why don't we change it to wars and chaos all year round? The feeling will come out. I am really a genius!"

"It feels like bullshit." Zhang Tianliu complained unceremoniously and explained: "Han songs are not songs of the Han Dynasty. These songs existed more than 4,000 years ago. Do you understand the original style? You can hum it whatever you want, as long as you think it sounds good.

It doesn’t matter whether it has a tune or a different scene. As long as it can bring people into the scenery when you compose the song, you are an expert in Chinese songs.”

Boss Mo touched the kitchen knife and said: "The music is about fighting and fighting, but the singing is about joys and sorrows. I find it difficult."

"Yeah." Zhang Tianliu nodded.

Xiao Bai disagreed and said: "I think it sounds very good. Mr. Huang's vicissitudes of voice are very suitable for this style. After the senior explained it, I felt it was even more artistic."

"Young." Boss Mo looked at Xiaobai contemptuously.

Zhang Tianliu smiled bitterly and explained again: "I would give Mr. Huang's song at least ninety-six points. However, people grow up in different environments, have different moods, and have different cultures. The most important element, the sense of substitution, will be missing. This competition is a voting system. Only

It is limited to the audience in the stands, so the question is, will they be replaced by Mr. Huang into the Han Dynasty?"

Boss Mo added: "Now Yuting is a revitalized new city. You don't understand what we know, and we don't understand what you know."

"What should we do?" Xiaobai was a little panicked.

Other things were fine. The thing he was not afraid of most was fighting and killing. He had killed all the way from Heitian Continent to Tianya.

No matter what conspiracy or trick, he has a powerful think tank and is not afraid at all.

But music, he really has never hired an expert in this field.

"How about bringing Tao Tao?" Zhang Tianliu suggested.

Before Xiaobai could ask who Taotao was, Boss Mo refused: "I can't even protect myself, and it's a burden."

Taotao is different from Zhaoyi, Yingbao and the others. They parted ways after ascending to heaven. Whether or not to fight at the Heaven Pass is voluntary. They can choose to stay. At most, only Jingci will go with them to the Heaven Pass. After passing through the Heaven Pass, they will also follow Jing.
Chapter completed!