Bigshot Cultivator Bewildering People Every Day

Luo Jiujiang gripped the drumstick tightly.

He turned around, no longer turning his head back, leaving only a slender back view to others.Then he jumped up high, his arms stretched like mallets, almost integrated with the drumsticks.

"Boom—" the five-foot drum of the buffalo skin was sounded vigorously.

Drums and drums are different after all.

The drum set is a Western musical instrument that originated in the jazz period, and the big drum played by Luo Jiujiang can trace its history back to the Shang and Zhou Dynasties at least.If the original pottery drum is included, it can even catch up with the Stone Age.

Usually the later instruments are more sophisticated in use and technique.Because it has absorbed the lessons of the predecessors, it will avoid the shortcomings of the same type of predecessors, such as monotony and boring. Due to the progress of the times, the materials that can be used are also more advanced.

But Luo Jiujiang still chooses Tanggu.

If a musical instrument survives thousands of years in the long river of history without being lost in wars, replaced by latecomers, or eliminated by the times, then it must have its own unique expertise.

For the purpose of expressing affection.Such a musical instrument that has never been annihilated in the torrent of history for thousands of years must be able to repeatedly touch a certain simple and inseparable emotion in people's hearts.

In the earliest times, drums were played during sacrifices, and they were used to communicate with heaven and earth and please gods.

Later in the season, the drums sound and the east wind blows.The so-called one-booming and then subdued, dense drumbeats echoed the horseshoes, under the gray clouds like felt, in the yellow sand of Loulan or the snow in Saibei, the drums sang the victory and defeat of life and death on the battlefield.

Later, it was used for performances.At the banquet of feasting and drinking, the streets and alleys are noisy and the fireworks are like gongs and alleys in the world.In the plateau where the loess flies like dust, there are thousands of ravines and ravines, and there is also a sound on the face of the white wall, pressing down on the black and green tiles, and the penny sticks to draw out the water town six or seven feet away.

From south to north, from east to west, from Shang Zhou Qin Han to Tang Song Yuan Ming.

A layer of strong tanned buffalo hide, two boxwood drumsticks ground.Then no matter when and where you are, this simple instrument will, in the pure percussion, shake out a muffled sound that seems to come from the ancient wilderness.

Luo Jiujiang hammered the big drum.He jumps, from top to bottom; he slides, from front to back.The first few sounds were very sparse, as if they were just elephant hooves rumbling beyond the horizon, coming from far away from a foreign land. The elephant's forehead was covered with green felt inlaid with gold, and the two ivory tusks raised the sharply shining horns. The pointed ends are like two unsheathed knives.

Then the drum beats became denser, like horseshoes being hastily summoned.

One hundred thousand iron hooves came from all directions, as if echoing the call of the beacon fire.The princes from all directions came out in full force.The beat of the drum is the messy shower, the dull crash of hoofs on the ground.Gao Xuan's ending was not yet decided, the drumbeat was chaotic and people panicked.

It was the first time that the two drumsticks that Luo Jiujiang had held in his palms before beating the drums flew up for the first time.

Luo Jiujiang's sleeve slid down a section, revealing his muscular and well-defined wrist, and the drumstick danced nimbly in his ten fingers, moving like a frog between his wrist and arm.The heavy sound is the hammer head hitting the center of the drum head hard, and the light and chaotic sound is the hammer tail finely sweeping the drum body of the red drum.

The footsteps of the elephant herd went from far to near, and finally met the horse's hooves.So Luo Jiujiang hit the drums with different rhythms with his left and right hands at the same time, rolling and slamming at the same time, the two drums were harmonious but distinct.

They are torn apart in imagination, gathered on the same giant drum, and merged in reality through different routes.The flying horse jumped over the corpse of the fallen golden elephant, and the elephant's pillar-like soles crushed the bones of the divine horse.The collision of weapons, gold and iron, the intensity of the fire and the billowing smoke all converged into a low-pitched, tidal-like sound in the whistling wind.

Frozen drums, sad winds, and bursts of thunder coming from the sky.

Yuanyuan is like a gold stone, which is boring by the drumming of the soldiers.

The sound of horseshoes gradually increased, the weapons faded away, and the sound of killing and felling ceased. The drumbeat that was almost urging people to squeeze their hearts to their chests became calm and joyful, and people could finally let go of the tightness that had unconsciously crumpled without knowing when. brow.

Half a moment after the solemn and majestic war drums gradually faded, and the Jiagu, a symbol of joy, sounded lively, Luo Jiujiang's drumbeat changed again.

The drumbeat this time is the conquest that offenders will be punished even if they are far away, the rising dust that shakes the mountains and is ready to fall, and the utter sound of the thousand-year-old day growing white, and the next day and the moon.

Luo Jiujiang jumped up again.This time, his figure was almost solidified in mid-air, that shape was like the battle of oracle bone inscriptions, and the spear of fanjiaoli.The drumhead of the gigantic drum was sunken visible to the naked eye, and the taut drumtop almost rippled under the most violent beating.

The scene is pure and shocking beauty.The beauty of power visible to the naked eye is in Luo Jiujiang's slender legs, powerful arms and tight back, in the subtle tremors of the drum surface, in the intoxication of everyone in the audience holding their breaths; and the music that can be heard by both ears The beauty lies in Luo Jiujiang's strong and solid drumbeat, in the deep percussion sound, and in the complicated pressure, pause, suffocation and rolling.

How this musical instrument made the ancestors think a lot thousands of years ago, how it makes today's people go crazy now.In the deep percussion sound, it seems that some kind of eternal spirit is emerging from the big drum.

It is the horn that resounds all around, it is the song that blows through Loulan, it is the soul of the unyielding God of War, and it is re-emerging in the iron hoof.

With a heavy drum and a high hammer, the tone is the same as the first sound, announcing the end of the performance.

There was a momentary silence throughout the venue, which was the time it took for the soul to return to its place.

When this drum beat fell, no one could remember Ye Heng a moment ago.

It's not that Ye Heng's drum set is not good, it's just that it can't be compared with Luo Jiujiang's.

Luo Jiujiang's drums, like his ventriloquist, have reached a certain level and can even conquer laymen who don't know anything about it.

The applause sounded half a beat slower, but with enough force to shock the ears.Across a layer of screens and speakers, those who have never been to the scene cannot intuitively feel the momentum of Luo Jiujiang at that moment, but they have to admit that they have been conquered by the drums.

The coffee cup that Shao Lan was holding was empty at some point.It's not that he can still drink while distracted by Luo Jiujiang's performance - after listening to Luo Jiujiang's war drums, he can almost only feel a steady stream of a certain spirit and feeling pouring out from his chest, how can he go against his breath Swallow something down.

It was he who didn't pay attention to the angle of the coffee in a trance. The brown hot liquid poured onto the table, then flowed down the marble-polished tabletop, and spread drop by drop on the shiny floor.The coffee that had gathered into a pool was steaming with the last ray of heat, looking terrible and embarrassing.

Although the coffee didn't scald Shao Lan, nor did he stain his clothes, but he had already begun to feel that he was as embarrassed as the liquid dripping all over the floor.

He couldn't help but think of the drum he just heard, and recalled that the camera had found the right angle, slicing across Luo Jiujiang's back from top to bottom, revealing his tight waist and back under the jacket tucked into his trousers , The capable and beautiful lines like the sculptures of ancient Greek gods make people feel the purest dazzling and thirsty...

There are also those hands holding drumsticks, as if controlling thunder.Once upon a time, it could be held in the palm of Shao Lan at will, kneaded and played with, and the slender fingers curled up shyly, making it impossible for people to see such power condensed inside.

He thought that Shen Qingjiang was just a stand-in, he thought that Shen Qingjiang just had a face similar to Han Qianling.

Wrong, he can obviously be so dazzling, so eye-catching.

And he had originally held the other party in his hand, but he made a mistake for a moment and passed by without seeing him...

Shao Lan was slightly distracted, he really couldn't restrain himself, so that he would not think about Luo Jiujiang's vigorous profile when the camera shot from the side.

Ye Heng was invited back to the stage again, he still kept his sunny smile, only his face was a little paler than before.

And Shao Lan looked at Ye Heng through the screen, and even felt a little strange.For a brief second, he couldn't remember who this starlet with a template smile was.

It's as if those well-behaved flattery and the tenderness they shared in the same bed were all hammered away by the drumbeat half a quarter of an hour ago.

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Once the performance is over, the calculation of on-site and off-site tickets begins.

Votes for Luo Jiujiang or Ye Heng will be counted until the performance of the next group is over.

According to the regulations of the program group, each audience outside the venue will have [-] votes, which can be voted for one person, or divided among different contestants.

A voting pop-up window popped up on Shao Lan's live webpage, which was an inquiry about the voting intention of the previous game.Shao Lan almost didn't look at it, so he clicked the mouse on the latter without hesitation, and directly cast all sixteen votes for Luo Jiujiang.

At the scene of the match, Ye Heng didn't know about it yet.

He retreated to the stage, and all the perfect smiles on his face were withdrawn.Thinking of Luo Jiujiang's performance this time and the undecided number of votes, his heart suddenly became more depressed.

He's not Xu Liang'an, who would lose all sense of propriety if he was praised by fans on the Internet.Ye Heng still has self-knowledge, he knows how much difference is there between his drum set level and Luo Jiujiang's.

If you compare the degree of handicraft work, this is not the difference between an "apprentice" and a "craftsman", it is completely a master who beats a child.

Ye Heng knew that he didn't have to think about the audience tickets.Only the live broadcast fan tickets launched outside the venue are the big ones that he can get.

The Dream Producer program is originally similar to the training of boy group trainees.Ye Heng, an artist who has already debuted, turned around and came back to participate in this kind of show, which is already a self-demotion.If he still loses the first battle... Needless to say, Ye Heng can already imagine how ugly the ridicule will be outside.

Fortunately, he has fans and voters.

Yes, his skills are very different from Luo Jiujiang's; that's right, not to mention people who make music, anyone who has ears knows who the winner should be.but……

The eyes of the masses may be discerning, but the number of votes on the Internet is not.

If the navy is dispatched and votes for Ye Hengsheng over Luo Jiujiang, people will indeed be scolded as a shady.But the show team must be on the same side as him, and Ye Heng's pressure will be reduced a lot.

Moreover, for such programs, ticket swiping becomes more rampant in the later stages, and Ye Heng's deeds will eventually be submerged in the vast ocean of ticket swiping, without a trace.

Passers-by are all goldfish brains, at most Luo Jiujiang's fans are thinking about this matter.

If he loses, it will be a real embarrassment, and even irrelevant people will come over and step on the news if they know the news, to have a good time.

Ye Heng thought of that scene, and a cold smile leaked from the corner of his lips.He stretched his neck and unbuttoned his sequined waistcoat one more button.

He awaits the final vote.