A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 187

The Dafa name is also called Tongqin, and its sound is the roar of the elephant king in Buddhism.

The elephant king is a symbol of nobility in Buddhism.The elephant, which is extremely powerful but cautious in its actions, symbolizes wisdom in actions.

Xiangwang Xing is the song of the emperor's expedition.

This musical instrument is unfamiliar to most Chinese people, let alone many international friends here?

They looked at the stage blankly and shocked: "What instrument is this?"

No one answered them, but the sound of this instrument gave them a sense of awe.

It seems that such a solemn musical instrument is not something ordinary people can play with.

In the next second, a beam of light was shone on the high platform on the left side of the stage.

Breaking through the darkness, what appeared in front of everyone was a big drum and the outstanding figure in Hanfu in front of the big drum.

Whale fall!

Didn't expect him to start.

When someone on the scene covered his mouth that almost exclaimed, Jingluo's hands began to beat rhythmically on the drum and both sides.

His movements are open and closed, vigorous and powerful, full of momentum.

Cooperating with the sound of the Dafa trumpet, it seemed that a large army followed the king to fight, and it was menacing and mighty.

At this moment, everyone couldn't care less about admiring Whale Luo's rare free and unrestrained attitude.

Accompanied by the background of the stage covered like a sky, and the rushing water of the Yellow River, they only felt that they were shocked physically and mentally.

In this world, how could there be such a vast, majestic, domineering, majestic voice?

Every note of it seems to contain a heavy breath of time.

Contains strong power, enough to allow civilization to resist the vicissitudes of life.

And every tap of the hand of the jade-like man who walked out of a millennium mural seemed to hang down in everyone's heart.

bang bang bang...

Their hearts beat faster and faster with the sound.

It was as if there were tens of thousands of soldiers and iron cavalry galloping towards everyone, with unparalleled domineering, awe-inspiring aura, and the determination to conquer all.

Is it to bow down sincerely or run away in panic?
Just when everyone's heartbeat finally reached a certain peak, a pipa sound plucked all the tense heartstrings.

On the stage, Xiao Xia, a young girl playing the pipa, has a serious face, her eyes are stern, her white fingers are slid across the strings, and there is a sound of thunder in her hands.

The timbre of the pipa is awe-inspiring, crisp and clear, majestic mixed with a touch of chill, like a vanguard charging into the battle, the air of killing spreads out, sprinkling surprise all over the place.

Then there is the bamboo flute, which follows the pipa, and its sound is like the sound of a sword, like a light scolding, sharp and crisp.

Light, clear and penetrating.

It is as nimble as a breeze piercing through the forest and blowing leaves, as towering as a mountain, clearing away all dissatisfaction and resistance.

As a result, the erhu followed melodiously like a shadow.

It seems to be an old man who has tasted all the sufferings of life, comforting all the stubborn and arrogant, and persuading all the unwillingness.

The last one is the guzheng, which is quiet and lofty, with both rigidity and softness.

Like a celestial girl who scattered flowers, she sowed the seeds of hope effortlessly, which seemed to herald the arrival of a prosperous age.

Under the stage, Bei Zhaojiu and the others watched this scene fascinated.

On the stage, the seamless connection of these instruments, the smooth transitions, and the peak coordination in seconds are combinations that they could never have imagined in their dreams.

Because they know enough, they can deeply appreciate the extraordinary talent of this piece of music and the amazing talent of the composer who produced such music.

Those who have not studied folk music may not have so many ideas.

But listening to this kind of music, everyone can feel the throbbing and excitement engraved in their bones.

At this moment, they are sitting here, they are spectators, listeners, and witnesses to the creation of a prosperous age.

Their eyes are dizzy, their ears are dizzy, and the emotions in their hearts are surging like waves.

On the stage, the war drums continued, the horns sounded in unison, the pipa was like a thunderbolt, the bamboo flute was like a sword, the erhu was like a bow and crossbow, and the zither was like a fast horse.

This army, using the momentum of lightning, when the swords and swords shuttled and criss-crossed, they made the bowstring break, pull and break, swallowing mountains and rivers, like a broken bamboo.

So, finally, the dragon sings in the sky, and the phoenix dances in the nine heavens.

At 2 minutes and 23 seconds, prosperity came.

But see that, the Qionglou is high, the king is in the world, the four seas are united, the country is peaceful and prosperous, and it is prosperous.

The power of the vast country is like the water of a great river, flowing endlessly, stretching for a long time, running through the past and the present.

At the end of the song, the scene was silent.

Some people's eyes filled with tears, some people's scalp was numb, some people's blood was surging, and some people's thoughts were spinning and turning, and they still couldn't finish it.

At this moment, the audience at the opera house and the netizens in the live broadcast room only felt a sense of pride growing in their chests, and the excitement was surging, and they couldn't stop it.

This piece of music played out the magnificence of the 5000-year Chinese civilization, which was soul-stirring, and the audience heard the awe-inspiring momentum of a great country sweeping all over the world.

After a long time, someone shouted: "Okay!"

So, the warm applause was deafening.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also directly flooded the corners of the screen.

"Great China"

"nice!"

"I just asked, who else!!!"

"Heaven and earth, China reigns supreme!"

"Only I, Huaxia, have such music!"

"The momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers shows the demeanor of a great country."

"..."

Under the stage, while the Huaxia people applauded, their faces were full of admiration and satisfaction.Most of the foreign delegations showed envy and emotion.

For people like Morita Yuehui and Kita Zhaojiu, although they have been studying Chinese folk music, but without sufficient background support, they may not be able to write such majestic and profound works in their entire lives.

The 5000-year history and culture is a gap that they cannot bridge no matter what.

Such a majestic and vast momentum is really too enviable and jealous.

That is the belief and inheritance of Huaxia since ancient times, the self-improvement and stubbornness nourished in the bones, and the spirit of never admitting defeat.

What is even more enviable is that this piece was written by such a young man and performed by a group of young people.

Bei Zhaojiu looked at the handsome young man in Hanfu on the stage.

The perfect fusion of Hanfu and people, every move is graceful, and only such an ancient civilization can give birth to such a stunning and beautiful man!
"Morita-san!" Bei Zhaojiu was silent for a long time before suddenly whispering: "With such young people, we have no chance."

Morita Yuehui clapped his hands mechanically, and sighed after hearing this, unable to calm down for a long time.

At this time, in a rental house in Rongcheng, several members of the Fenghua Band, who were watching the live broadcast of the exchange meeting's premiere on a computer screen, stared at the TV screen with a dull expression.

Their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost, and they changed in various ways as if they had overturned the palette.

Stunned, disbelieving, jealous, ashamed, annoyed, and so on.

"Impossible!" Someone shouted.

"I was wrong, I must be wrong!" Someone rubbed his eyes desperately.

"Chunhua? How could it be them?" Someone murmured while holding his head.

"How are they qualified to be on this stage!" Someone jumped to ask.

"Why?" Someone's eyes were red with jealousy.

However, no one responded to them.

They just finished a performance and got paid, and they are preparing to have a party at home to celebrate.

After hooking up with singer You Liming, they bought the copyrights of several songs, and their remuneration for performances began to increase gradually.

At this time, in their hearts, their band had officially stepped into the entertainment industry, and it was completely different from those small groups that played around.

As for the ignorant Chunhua Band, they had already forgotten about it.

However, today, they saw the object they ridiculed two weeks ago on a stage they never expected.

The Asian Music Culture Exchange Conference, such an international stage, it is impossible for the Spring Flower Band to be qualified.

The only explanation is that they really hooked up with Whale Falling and were taken up by him.

Thinking of what he had said, a group of people couldn't help but blush, and they just wanted to pack their luggage and leave this planet overnight.

In the opera house of Weiyang Art Center, Yu Hai led Huang Xinghui and others bowed and exited.

"So nervous!" After leaving the stage, several members of the Chunhua Band let out a long breath, and their beating hearts began to gradually return to normal.

"Let's change clothes, there's a second round. Stay in shape." Compared to them, Yu Hai was very calm. He had seen all the big occasions before, and it wasn't a big deal at all.

"Okay!" Everyone immediately nodded in response, full of enthusiasm.

The successful completion of the premiere made them more confident.

When they returned to the lounge to change their clothes and took time to look at their phones, they realized that their address book had exploded.

"Ahhh! Was it you on the stage just now? Was it you?"

"Son, I think I saw you on TV."

"I just watched the live broadcast and found out that there is a young lady who looks very similar to you!"

"You guys are so handsome!!!"

"Be honest, what were you doing just now? _(:з"∠)_"

"Dog thing, let His Highness take you on the show, what is the crime?"

"I said Whale Falling Man is too good!"

"..."

At the same time, a post quickly appeared on a certain music forum:
I just asked who else? !
Taking advantage of the host of this performance on the stage, he expressed his welcome to the guests from afar.

Huaxia netizens have swelled up.

They dug out the netizens who complained about the decline of folk music before and began to whip their corpses. Influenced by the music, their attitude was very arrogant.

"Your father is still your father!"

"What are you calling dad, kneel down and call grandpa!"

"We don't rely on a large number of people, a few people are enough to kill the whole audience!"

"Whale fall, you are my god!"

"Needless to say, a new master of folk music has appeared."

"As long as there are whales falling, our folk music is invincible!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)