The King of Crossover Entertainment

Today, the highlight of this musical instrument academic exchange meeting has finally arrived.

Without too many words, the order of the first and the second was determined by tossing a coin, and the stage was for the four young people representing Chinese and Western musical instruments and music.

The first to perform were Aonzo and Angelo.

At this time, the best piano and violin of the Central Conservatory of Music were placed on the stage of the concert hall.

The two of them deliberately changed into tuxedos for performances, walked slowly to the stage with the elegant steps of Western aristocrats.

After a bow, Aonzo sat in front of the piano, and Angelo also put the violin on his shoulder.

Everyone was curious about what kind of piano and violin ensemble Alvaro and Daniel wrote in a short time of one day and two nights.

Since Yunfeng entered the concert hall, the little bit of nervousness he had before has disappeared without a trace.

Now he wants to see how much this professor of the Maro Conservatory of Music, a famous pianist in Italy, weighs, and his nose is pointed to the sky.

"Ding Ding..."

Aanzo smiled, his slender fingers jumping nimbly on the black and white keys.

The piano, which was full of emotional expression, played beautiful notes one by one, echoing in the concert hall.

Then, Angelo, who was elegant and upright, plucked the strings.

The violin, full of spirit, sounded like a breeze, drifting past everyone's ears.

This song, the piano and violin are relatively simple, very lyrical and slow, like the morning mist falling on the lakeside in summer, cool all over but warm in the heart.

Everyone in the concert hall pricked up their ears to taste it carefully.

This piano and violin duet is so beautiful and smooth, so colorful!

But...

The expressions of enjoyment on everyone's faces gradually turned into doubts, and they whispered to each other in groups of three or two.

Tang Yu frowned and whispered, "Isn't this Robert's "The Sky Mark" by the famous Austrian composer?"

Yun Feng was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "Is it someone else's song?"

Tang Yu nodded and replied, "Yes, although it is a bit old, I can be sure it is."

"It shouldn't be." Yun Feng stroked his chin and analyzed, "There is no layman here, their cheating method is too low-level, isn't it?"

"But..." Tang Yu thought for a while and said, "This is not Robert's original "The Sky Mark". The original song is a piano solo with a light rhythm. They made relatively large changes."

Is this also considered a new song?

Strictly speaking, it is definitely not, but if the changes to the original song are very large, it can indeed be said to be a new song.

Yun Feng chuckled and said, "Are they stuck here with a bug?"

"What do you mean?" Tang Yu didn't understand.

Yunfeng explained: "Teacher Wu just said 'each side should compose a new song to compete', but there was no more detailed regulation on this 'new song', so they took advantage of this loophole."

Tang Yu said somewhat unhappily: "It's too shameless to do this."

Yunfeng said indifferently: "Whether it's a new song or an adaptation of an old song, we will definitely win this competition."

By the time the song was finished, everyone in the concert hall knew that it was an adaptation.

However, before anyone asked, Alvaro stood up and said: "What do you think of this new song that Daniel and I adapted from Robert's "The Sky's Trace"?"

I didn't expect Alvaro to take the lead and make it clear himself.

The concert hall was full of whispers.

Suddenly, a crisp and loud applause sounded.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the person who clapped was actually Wu Zhongyu.

She was smiling, not saying anything, just clapping.

Alvaro and the others all showed a proud look on their faces.

Then, the applause increased, but most of it came from people abroad.

Yunfeng, on the other hand, felt that Wu Zhongyu's smile just now was a little creepy.

Tang Yu gently pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "It's our turn."

Yunfeng nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two went backstage because they had to change clothes.

What clothes?

Wu Zhenhui specially borrowed men's and women's Hanfu.

He said that this would perfectly blend with the song.

Ten minutes later, the two came out of the dressing room backstage.

When Yunfeng saw Tang Yu, his heartbeat jumped several times at a speed of 120 miles per hour.

He took off his glasses, combed his hair into a fallen horse bun, and matched it with a red and white Hanfu, just like a person in a painting.

Yunfeng was not bad either, wearing a light blue Hanfu, slim and elegant, with a net scarf on his head.

Tang Yu blushed and asked, "This is my first time wearing Hanfu. Doesn't it look good?"

Yun Feng swallowed his saliva and smiled, "If you don't look good in Hanfu, then no one will look good in it."

Tang Yu smiled sweetly and said, "Let's go out."

The two of them made the originally noisy concert hall quiet instantly.

Not only the people in China, but also the people in foreign countries were stunned.

This style and level are much better than the tuxedo and bow tie.

The two slowly walked to the middle of the stage and bowed to the people in the audience.

Then, they walked to the instruments that were already prepared on the stage.

However, the two did not start immediately, but paused for four or five seconds.

Then, Yunfeng recited with emotion: "The world's ups and downs are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, time will rush us. The imperial plan and hegemony are talked and laughed, but life is a drunken life.

I raised my sword and rode my horse to wave the ghost rain, and the bones were like mountain birds. The world is like tides and people are like water. I can only sigh that few people return to the world."

As soon as the word "return" fell, the people in the audience had not yet reacted, and the "clang" sound came one after another.

Tang Yu gently stroked the strings of the zither with both hands, and the sound of the zither continued to pass down the stage, which was very elegant.

After a few beats, a few clear and quiet flute sounds joined in.

The sound of the guqin sometimes lingered and was subtle and long, and sometimes it was low and distant, ethereal and invisible. The soft and elegant flute in the middle was even more moving.

One zither and one flute, one man and one woman, seemed to be asking and answering.

Suddenly, a clanging sound suddenly came out from the ancient sound, as if a strong killing intent burst out.

The hearts of the people in the audience tightened.

However, the sound of the flute remained gentle and soothing.

At this time, Yunfeng and Tang Yu had already entered the state, as if they were in the world of swords and swords.

After a while, the sound of the guqin also turned soft, and the strong murderous intent disappeared.

However, in the blink of an eye, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, taking the lead, and the murderous intent reappeared.

The sound of the qin and flute rose and fell, changing in high and low, like human speech.

Many people clenched their fists, and this ups and downs made people's blood boil.

Listening to it, Yunfeng's dongxiao once again dominated the melody, and Tang Yu's guqin was just a clanging accompaniment.

The sound of the flute became higher and higher, and the sound of the guqin became lower and lower.

The murderous intent and murderous intent played before turned into loneliness and sorrow.

The people in the audience realized that this song was about to end.

"Clang..." Suddenly, the sound of the guqin was played urgently, and in an instant, it stopped abruptly.

The sound of the flute also stopped.

The concert hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was inaudible, as if time had stopped.

At this time, the audience recalled the few lines of poetry that Yunfeng had just recited.

The Jianghu that only appeared in novels really made people yearn for it.

This is a song with the spirit of immortals, which makes people feel the pleasure of Jianghu martial arts.

Everyone has a martial arts dream in their hearts.

It is even more so on Blue Star.

Because Chinese and Chinese characters are the first language and writing here.

Martial arts are no longer limited to China.

Finally, someone broke the quiet atmosphere and asked, "What is the name of the song you just played with the qin and the flute?"

Yunfeng and Tang Yu smiled at each other and said in unison, "Smiling Proud Jianghu!"

What a "Smiling Proud Jianghu".

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway.

Although it is a different culture, people from abroad can tell the good from the bad.

From their fascinated expressions just now, we can know who won this competition.

"Pa pa pa..."

One.

Two.

Three.

…

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

It was a little late, but it was not a big problem.

At this moment, the applause belonged to Yunfeng and Tang Yu, and also to Chinese folk instruments and music.

Ling Yunuo murmured: "Xixi, what should I do, I fell in love."

"What?"

Ling Yunuo said to himself: "But, I have a strong opponent, what should I do?"