super creative master

Chapter 1152
It came out, finally came out, countless fans cheered, 5 minutes, but for them, it was so long, as long as a century, but in the end, Li Minghui finally came out, walked out Looking at Li Minghui on the stage, countless audience members became excited.

Of course, there are still many viewers who have no confidence at all. Stepping on it, is he really ready!

"The Son of Miracle will not want to create some miracles, but can he do it in such a short time?"

Some of Li Minghui's fans were full of worries. After all, Li Minghui had never sung popular music before, and this time there was such a rule in the rules of the competition, which made some fans who knew about it People, worried.

Su Qi was also one of them. She was still very confident before, but when Li Minghui stepped out of the 5-minute waiting period, Su Qi suddenly lost confidence.

Lin Na's face was solemn, her eyes were full of worry. She said that, but she was actually very nervous about Li Minghui. If she was depressed because of this, it was not something she would like to see.

However, Li Minghui, who had already stepped onto the stage at this time, seldom cared whether his instructors liked him or not, nor did he care about the worries and speculations of the audience. At this time, in his eyes, there was only music, and only the classic song from his previous life. Music lingered in his mind, and only the music from his previous life was what Li Minghui longed for most!

"Is it popular?"

A smile flashed in front of his eyes. At this time, Li Minghui's smile became brighter and brighter. The previous waiting was not because he had no talent, but because there were too many songs to choose from. The music of the previous life, the most brilliant It's pop music, especially the Chinese pop music from the previous life, which has many super classics!
All he thinks about is which song to sing. Pop style is a big category, which contains too much, and at Li Minghui's level, it is not just a simple singing of the song, but To use his own singing voice to sing to a height that he can't even imagine. Only by constantly climbing the peak of popularity is what he needs!

Without any accompaniment sound, Li Minghui just stood quietly on the stage. Just when everyone was surprised, the audience had already started to commotion, and the staff also suspected that there was a problem with the music equipment.

Just when everyone was secretly suspicious, Li Minghui suddenly opened his mouth, a sonorous and powerful voice with a trace of deep voice, suddenly, it rang out in the air on the stage!

"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and breaks the world's mind.

The dream is cold, tossed and turned for a lifetime, and there are several love debts
If you acquiesce, life and death wait, wait for a circle, and another circle of annual rings——

Futu Pagoda, how many floors are broken, whose soul is broken
Going straight in pain, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate

Let me wait, history turns around

Waiting for the wine to be fragrant, waiting for you to play, a guzheng..."

"This...this is...!"

Leaning on the chair, Li Huan, who was already extremely disappointed with Li Minghui and had no hope at all, suddenly his eyes flashed, and then he sat up all of a sudden, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the stage firmly. The young man who was quiet at the moment could no longer hide his shock!
Lei Kun's eyes also widened suddenly, and the biggest one opened. The slightly smug expression before suddenly solidified on his face. At the same time, with a click, the pen in his hand fell, and Lei Kun let out a huff Leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes were blank, full of shock...

Yu Feiqing's whole body trembled in an instant, his face was full of astonishment, and that trace of astonishment seemed to be about to become eternity.

But in Lin Na's eyes, the pupils dilated in an instant, a trace of anxiety turned into a trace of expectation, and then there was a burst of ecstasy, she could no longer control her emotions, she stopped suddenly, covered her mouth with her hands, and closed her eyes , my ears are full of that quiet and mournful voice like water...

All the audience, the commotion subsided at once, the music seemed to have inexplicable magic power, at this moment they all quieted down, closed their eyes, and listened attentively to which weak song, but it was full of inexplicable The feeling makes everyone feel a kind of refreshing in the soul, but it is also music with inexplicable emotions.

"It's raining, the old hometown is full of vegetation, I heard that you are always alone, the mottled city gate is entangled with old tree roots, and the sound echoing on the stone slab is "wait again... the rain is coming... the sound of the flute in the suburbs falls on that wild village, Fate takes root, we..."

Quietly on the stage, Li Minghui stood so peacefully, but there was crazy music coming out of his mouth, full of a kind of reckless, but free-wheeling taste, but the ups and downs of the voice were all the same. It is so smooth, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, the music of the small bridge and flowing water seems to be telling a story.

The audience's eyes became dull, and they listened carefully. They seemed to have heard a story full of legends——

The general and his beloved woman fell in love at first sight and made a private decision for life, but they were conscripted by the court to fight on the border. During the years of war and chaos, the capital Luoyang has been reduced to ruins and dilapidated.

In the end, the woman became a nun after persevering with the general, and when the general returned to find the ancient Jialan Temple where the woman became a monk, she had already passed away.

The general could only listen to the rain falling outside the ancient Jialan Temple, recalling the time when he was envious of others, and lamented that human affairs are like fireworks, easy to be cold and easy to divide.

"It's raining heavily, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city. The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village. The fate has taken root...we...

Thousands of years later, with deep love for many generations, who else is waiting, and Qingshi, how could it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City...

The rain... the sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city, falling on that wild village—"

After singing up to this point, Li Huan, who was sitting on the teacher's seat, couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out: "Luoyang Jialan Ji"!
On the other hand, Li Minghui on the stage seemed to burst out into an angry roar. With his singing, a village word, it seemed that the strength of his whole body was brought up, roaring, roaring, neighing, boiling out...

Like the evening drum and the morning bell, like a sledgehammer, it hit the hearts of the audience at once, their eyes cleared up for a moment, and then they fell into the wonderful music... their minds almost lost their minds!
(End of this chapter)