In addition to Chen An's fans, many people think so. After all, the opponent this time is not trivial. It is too risky to choose a new song, and it is far less stable than the left finger.

However, what the host said next made the contestants in the lounge widen their eyes and be shocked.

"Then, I would like to invite Teacher Cheng Xia and her singing guest Teacher Chen to bring us this new song, Fate is a Bridge, everyone welcomes it with applause!"

Han Yan looked at the screen and blinked, and said in disbelief: "Is it really a new song? Does he really dare to sing a new song on the semi-final stage?"

"If the public's acceptance of the new song is not so high, wouldn't it be the end of it?"

Yan Guoning also said with disbelief in his eyes: "Teacher Chen deserves to be Teacher Chen. Just this momentum alone makes us feel ashamed."

"Everyone has chosen extremely classic songs this time. It can be said that if your new song has even the slightest flaw, its ranking will decline significantly."

"However, even under such circumstances, he still chose a new song, I admire him."

When the director saw this backstage, he nodded with emotion. Although he had known for a long time that Chen An was going to sing a new song, he was still filled with emotion at this moment.

"No one has ever dared to sing a new song on this stage in the two-time competition for the King of Singer. You broke this record as soon as you came."

"I still want to know how good this song is that Chen An dares to play it on the semi-final stage." Han Yan stared at the screen seriously.

Cheng Xia and Chen An entered the stage, and the song information was also displayed at this moment.

"A Bridge of Fate"

Vocals: Cheng Xia, Chen An

Lyricist: Chen An, Wang Changling

Composer: Chen An

When everyone saw the lyrics column clearly, they were a little confused, and some people couldn't help but said on the barrage.

"Wang Changling? Which lyricist is this?"

"I don't know him, but I always feel like I've seen this name somewhere."

"Yeah, it looks a bit familiar to me too."

The singers backstage were all frowning slightly at this moment. They have been in the music scene for at least fifteen years, and they must have heard of any lyricist with some talent.

But why did Wang Changling seem to have no recollection of him at all, yet he felt a little familiar and couldn't remember who he was at the moment.

At this time, the accompaniment sounded, and with a guzheng sound like flowing water, Chen An already spoke.

"The moon is bright during the Qin period and it is close during the Han period."

"The people of the Great Wall have not returned it."

"But the Flying General of Dragon City is here."

"Don't teach Huma how to cross the Yin Mountains."

As soon as these four familiar poems came out, some people suddenly realized what was going on. They looked at Chen An on the stage in great shock.

"Damn it, when I listened to this poem, I remembered that the Wang Changling in the lyricist column turned out to be Wang Changling, a poet from the Tang Dynasty!"

"Nima, Teacher Chen is attacking ancient poetry again?"

"Besides, I only picked two lines of poems before and adapted them, but this time I actually adapted the whole poem directly!"

"Can you sing this? I'm so stupid."

At this moment, Han Yan was so surprised by these four lines that he opened his mouth slightly. He had never thought about the poet before, and he was still looking for a lyricist named Wang Changling. How could he find it?

"This teacher Chen is a big move, and the slightly sad guzheng is very consistent with the tone of this poem. This arrangement is really amazing." Han Yan said from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Cheng Xia spoke, exaggerating the sadness to a higher level.

"The mass graves are filled with smoke and smoke."

"The lonely soul in troubled times has no one to visit."

"The sky is speechless and the pen and ink are cold."

"The pen-knife pays for itself with blood in the Spring and Autumn Period."

Originally, the first three lines of Cheng Xia's lyrics had already made the atmosphere extremely sad, but the angry voice in the last line suddenly added a touch of passion to the sadness.

It is as if a particularly hot flame suddenly bursts out in front of a person in the cold winter months. This wonderful feeling makes people want to stop.

"My God, Goddess Cheng's angry voice is so powerful."

"And whose poem this is, I couldn't find it."

"This is definitely not Wang Changling's poem. I'm sure he never wrote it."

"Then Mr. Chen didn't mark other poets, doesn't that prove that...he wrote this paragraph himself?!"

"What, this paragraph was actually written by Teacher Chen himself. I thought it was written by some poet."

Han Yan in the lounge looked at the king holding the mobile phone and asked: "Have you found it? Who wrote this poem? Why don't I remember it?"

After the fruitless Baidu search, the king couldn't help but said in confusion: "There is no information at all on the Internet. It seems that he wrote it himself."

"Written by himself?! You said this poem was written by himself? How is that possible? I believe it even if you tell me which great poet wrote it." Yan Guoning said in shock.

"He didn't mark the signature, and I can't find it anywhere online. It can only be written by himself." The king said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"My God, what kind of amazing talent is this?" Yan Guoning muttered as he looked at the screen.

At this time, Chen An spoke again, and the angry tone of the second sentence made the flames in the cold winter burn even brighter.

"You can't talk about love and hate in a careless way. The war drum is beating and beating!"

"Use trust and make an oath and I will endure it."

Cheng Xia: "This fate is like a bridge, with flags flying!"

"If you want to leave, please draw a knife and cancel it immediately."

Cheng Chen: "When talking about love and hate, you can't scribble, because the world of mortals will burn and burn!"

"With life and death, prove who is important."

Cheng: "This fate is like a bridge, let's take a look at the story!"

Chen: "Walking to the end of the world, you and I will take off our shirts."

Cheng Chen: "The Ballad of Dreaming Back to the Great Wall."

The continuous angry sounds directly ignited the atmosphere at the scene, and the barrage instantly boiled.

"I have heard angry sounds and high-pitched sounds, but I have never heard such high-pitched angry sounds. Goddess Cheng's angry voice is too free and domineering."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that Goddess Cheng's singing voice is different from before, and this angry voice is also much more shocking than other people's angry voices."

"Me too, but I just can't say it well. I'll be done with it if it sounds nice."

Wei Rong, who was in the lounge, looked at Cheng Xia on the TV and said with admiration: "Xiao Xia's singing style has extremely strong elements of Qin Opera, and she uses this singing style to fully interpret the pathos and heroism in the song.

It’s really great.”

"That's great, she sang really well." Han Yan couldn't help but clap his hands.

Chen An then raised the microphone and entered the chorus.

"Qin~Qin~"

"The moon is bright during the Qin period and it is close during the Han period."

"The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."

"But the Flying General of Dragon City is here."

"Don't teach Huma how to cross the Yin Mountains."
Chapter completed!