His entertainment life

The style of the song is long, almost no less than the rhythm of Ji's nameless opening. The progress is very fast, and the integration into the heart is also very fast. In the blink of an eye, the same kind of music style immediately fit into "Dongfeng Po", like being on the scene.

Wang Siku is suddenly a little hoarse. He finally knows why Zhang Aoyang is not afraid of anyone. Just because his mastery of music has reached an unimaginable level, he is not a master, he is a master who is more than a master!

On the night of full moon, the candlelight against the background hits the side face, dignified and lonely. A song of the east wind passing by, people are not cold, cold heart first.

"Who is playing a piece of wind breaking with Pipa?"

"Years on the wall, see childhood."

"I still remember when we were young."

"And now the sound of the piano is quiet, and you have never heard of my waiting."

"Who is playing a piece of wind breaking with Pipa?"

"Maple leaves will dye the ending of the story, I see through."

"I'll lead you through the old road outside the fence."

"In the years of barren tobacco and grass, even breaking up is very silent."

The song is as if to leave, and the little trill cleans up the ending. You Qin sound, you Dongfeng, that a white coat of Ji Ming seems to see the night sky, see the moon night, see more parting, more melancholy.

But all of a sudden, such a picture from the eyes like a mirror general broken. Because it's not real, it's fantasy. Although Ji Mingming feels a lot about the illusion of deep mood, it is not true. Now he is dealing with a real person in front of him, who has brought him into such a lonely music atmosphere.

Now Zhang Aoyang just looks at him with a smile.

Wang Siku's heart swings, because Ji Mingming's eyebrows suddenly fold, and then his legs shake an inch, and he takes a step back. If usual, people will feel that Ji nameless entered the heart, so step back to express emotion. But in Wang Siku's eyes, it's not like this. It's just because the music magnetic field of Zhang Aoyang's disk has silenced Ji Mingming.

General Chang Sheng is shocked! This...

Ji Mingming's fan ears suddenly drooped due to the swing of his arms, and his body was slightly turbulent, which was not as stable as the rare old master sun. Master Sun, Wang Siku and other knowledgeable people suddenly frown. Ji Mingming is a loser! He didn't say it, but as we all know, Zhang Aoyang defeated this ever victorious general!

But what about the ever victorious general? General Chang's defeat doesn't mean everyone is convinced! Chinese style music experts have clapped their hands and stood in front of Zhang Aoyang. Wang Siku understood that among the six schools, the experts in Chinese style music could not bear it. These famous artists will use Chinese style songs to defend their strength and prestige in the music world. More than 20 people will surround Zhang Aoyang with murderous spirit.

More than 20 mouths, more than 20 noses, more than 20 sounds of the same frequency of hot air from more than 20 noses. Zhang Aoyang is very hot. Eyes a stare, a mouth suddenly open, step fine-tuning. He wants to talk!

"Wake up, who is on the windowsill."

"Open the ending."

"The future as thin as cicada wings."

"Who can't afford to tear it down!"

It's "thousands of miles away". This music expert actually sang the previous part of the climax directly. Wang SICU suddenly alert, this is to directly use the Chinese style songs will Zhang Aoyang forced on a dead end. It's no wonder that these four lines have four tunes higher. The most exquisite thing about Chinese style songs is that they have a wide range of voices and resonate in the nasal cavity. If you can't sing this high note, you may choke to death!

The evil spirit of that person smiles and stares at Zhang Aoyang! I don't believe you can sing this sentence!

But unexpectedly, Zhang Aoyang is as stable as Mount Tai and is easy to meet.

"I'll take you away, thousands of miles away."

"You are silent."

"Music scores thousands of miles away."

"Music scores thousands of miles away."

"In the age of silence, maybe not."

"Love too far away."

"I'll send you out of the world."

"Are you still there?"

"It's hard to guess where the sound of Qin comes from."

"Wait all your life."

"Ah The man suddenly because of Zhang Aoyang easy to deal with, from the pool of a reserve of strength to frighten, retreated three or five steps! It can't be true? Up four tones, so loud voice was Zhang Aoyang that small lungs perfect volatilization out! Wang Siku swallowed his saliva. The high notes didn't stop Zhang Aoyang's enthusiasm for music. On the contrary, the connection is very beautiful!

The man knew he was invincible, but he didn't accept it. Fortunately, the old man in purple shirt pressed his shoulder and made up for him who lost his center of gravity. Next, the old man in purple shirt began to test Zhang Aoyang!

Hovering around Zhang Aoyang, he looked at him repeatedly and took his steps. A contest of singing is like a fight of decency in the river's lake. The two of them explore each other. The old man in purple shirt straightened out in an attempt to demoralize Zhang Aoyang.

"All the blessings for you."

"Make the day sweet and fragrant.""I love you so much."

"The threads of your eyes."

"All the beauty is open to you."

"Let the years be peaceful and auspicious."

"I love you sincerely."

"It's in your heart."

What a strong song! In the perfect integration of the old man's eyebrows and mouth, it seems that what he sees is not just an ordinary song. His expression is already a vivid picture, not to mention his singing, which makes this Chinese style old song "love for the motherland" so vivid and moving.

Mr. Sun and Mr. Zishan are outstanding figures of the age, so he knows that this kind of old song is not easy to sing and needs to broaden his chest. The difference between the old Chinese style and the new Chinese style lies in the fact that the old Chinese style is very slow, so slow that it can't breathe without singing a sentence. But the old man used his sonorous body to sing so great.

But just as the old man in purple shirt felt that the victory was in hand, Zhang Aoyang continued to take it with a smile.

"Ah, dear motherland."

"Hundreds of millions of images."

"Your joy is my joy."

"Your pain is my sorrow."

"The end of the world."

"I am in your dream, you are in my heart."

When Zhang Aoyang joined up gracefully, the old man in purple shirt was already speechless. This kind of song is the unique song of those of us who have a sense of age. It makes you sing so sentimentally! And the breath is more stable than me, more powerful than me!

The more old man Zishan thinks so, the more ashamed he feels. Finally, I couldn't defeat my own demons!

Wang Si painstakingly sighs, the purple shirt Old Master Zhu all lost? The way of heaven is so changeable!

The old man is the old man. It's a shame to lose to the outstanding younger generation. Master Zhu is about to leave with a wave of his sleeve. It's Mr. Sun who holds him.