In the audience, Feng Xuanzhang, the dean of the Imperial Academy, sat in the front row, and stood up and applauded vigorously. He was a little excited when he heard this performance, and his evaluation of Jiang Xingchen was once again raised.

You should know that this is not the moment when the drum came out, it could easily affect people's emotions and make the audience cheer. The audience who are used to listening to the drums have enough immunity. But even so, Wanrou's encouragement can make the audience applaud, which shows how successful this song is.

"This kid is amazing!" Feng Xuanzhang said in his heart and quickly made an analysis: "Although they did not play the instruments like plucking, they brought the rhythm of the drum to the extreme... and the stage effect composed of a hundred soldiers was unparalleled. This kind of uniform performance of multiple people brought too much visual impact, and no one had ever used it before... The most important thing is that Jiang Xingchen's singing is too penetrating and infectious... In other words, Caifeng does not have any advantage in other aspects except plucking the instrument..."

On the stage, the person who was most excited was not Jiang Xingchen, nor Wanrou who was enjoying the cheering, but the one hundred soldiers.

Jiang Xingchen had asked them to accept cheers and honors before. Now there is cheering, which is so exciting. Where is the honor, will it be far away?

The stage ended, Jiang Xingchen and others returned to the backstage. The audience left one after another, and the effect of the performance was spread quickly.

"It's wonderful, absolutely wonderful, not worse than Caifeng's war song at all! Go and watch it, I'll regret not watching it. Not everyone can get into the stage of the New Year's performance."

"The best thing is Jiang Xingchen's singing, which is so high that people can't imagine. That kind of penetration is a great enjoyment for the audience!"

"The scenes of hundreds of soldiers are the best. I never thought that hundreds of people are neatly moved like one person!"

"Wanrou's dance is the real classic. One person controls the drums on all sides. He interprets the rhythm to the extreme, and I can't help but clap my hands and beat them!"

"No wonder the reviewer of the Imperial Academy gave such a high evaluation. It was indeed extraordinary. It not only passionately but also urged people to move forward, but also made people feel refreshed!"

"I haven't said that, don't you find out. They have no other instruments except for big drums!"

"Yes! I realized after you said that... In this way, Zijing's strength is stronger than Caifeng!"

Such a discussion made Caifeng’s supporters quit, and some on the street refute in person.

"Bad! Can they interpret the kind of killing spirit on the battlefield? Do they have the aura of war songs like a charge of ten thousand people..."

"Without instrumental coordination, they are not strong enough and cannot find a suitable combination with the track."

"It's just that with the scene of a hundred people, what's so great about it? It's not just its own strength..."

"I don't believe that you said so well. Are there two more events in the afternoon? I'll go and see..."

So, after the first performance, more people squeezed out of the performance venue to buy tickets, which made the owner of the venue narrow their eyes. The business of a year was not as good as today. No, the day of New Year singing and dancing was not as good as that of him. He was a high-end stage and the tickets were very expensive.

At the end of the second performance, although the supporters of Caifeng were still stubborn, their tone was obviously not that strong. Although they were reluctant to watch the scene with their own eyes, they had to admit deep down that this song is indeed no worse than a war song when it comes to self-improvement. And as others said, Jiang Xingchen's singing is too high-pitched, it simply penetrates the eardrums and shakes the soul. No one in Caifeng can compare with it.

After a day's performance, the venue was full, and many people who couldn't even queued were willing to collect tickets at a high price...

The next day, there were three more games, and they were also full.

Just at night, news came from Caifeng that the war song had been re-adapted and the interlude was changed to a solo.

Immediately, the news attracted most people, and the result of the war song performance was beyond expectations. The solo in the middle was played by the leader of Caifeng Wei Caixia, which almost interpreted the killing spirit of the battlefield to the extreme, and the audience could feel the depression in their hearts.

On the scene, the battle song also created hundreds of people, but due to the different themes, these people were not uniform, but just lined up and moved forward with the rhythm. But even so, the killing aura of coordinating with the plucking of the ball also made people excited.

The performance was successful, and those who supported Caifeng immediately became proud and talked loudly when they walked on the street, as if they were afraid that those who had never seen it would not know.

But within two days, Jiang Xingchen changed again, and the part that was encouraged by Wan Rou was added, which made the audience excited...

Two more days later, Caifeng also changed the track for the second time and continued to dig deep into the changing advantages of the plucking...

Soon, people from the imperial capital discovered that both sides seemed to be fighting. While keeping their respective passionate characteristics unchanged, they frequently changed the tracks and added patterns.

Subsequently, the songs were not changed, and the scenes were increased on both sides to attract more audiences.

As time comes, many people have changed from appreciating music to watching the collision between the two sides. The passion that has been listening for many days has indeed caused most people to feel aesthetic fatigue.

In the Imperial Academy, Feng Xuanzhang was a little amused. Although competing with each other is a good thing, he did not want this kind of competition to evolve.

However, both sides are performing repertoire, and he is not good at making any one of them. After all, it is not good to go to Jiang Xingchen first. If others don’t do it well, they will say you can protect him. But when they go to Caifeng, what will Jiang Xingchen and the Emperor think? Although the emperor said that he could not slap himself, if he thinks you are biased towards others, then he will not think that there will be good results.

On March 2nd, Jiang Xingchen and Wanrou, who performed six shows a day, dragged their tired bodies back to their residence. They performed in high-intensity performances for several days. Jiang Xingchen was fine, but he just sang. He had formation control and was not very laborious. However, Wanrou was encouraged six shows a day, and her physical energy was consumed so much.

Therefore, as soon as she came back, the old man started to condition her, taking medicine and taking injections.

When Jiang Xingchen returned to the house, Mei'er had prepared the hot water, then happily took out the white silk and said, "Brother, Brother Du's letter, the mountain has been dug up!"

"Oh!" Jiang Xingchen's eyes lit up, and then he remembered that he always thought about New Year's singing and dancing these days. It has been two months since he started the mountain, and it is time to complete it.

After taking the letter, Jiang Xingchen asked Meier to bring a pen and white silk to write a letter to Du Rushan.

"Brother, what are you going to let them do?" Mei'er asked.

"Let them find some pot bottom ash and wood ash and sprinkle them on the wasteland!" Jiang Xingchen said.

"Ah! What's the use of this?" Although Mei'er was strange, she knew that every strange thing her brother did had a purpose.

"Haha, when the weather is warm, you can accelerate the development of ice and snow!" Jiang Xingchen said. This was what he heard from the fourth brother in the northeast of the same dormitory. At that time, the fourth brother was drunk and was full of urging the ills. He didn't know if it was feasible, but now he can't open up the land. He is idle and idle, so let's do it first.

"Brother, it's March 2nd today... There are only seven days left before the New Year's singing and dancing performance on the 9th!" Mei'er suddenly changed the topic.

"Uh!" Jiang Xingchen was stunned, and nodded and smiled, "Yes, there are seven days left, and my brother will definitely win the highest award by then!"

Mei'er curled her lips, her eyebrows squeezed into a horoscope, and said to herself: "Brother stupid, I also said that I will celebrate my birthday in the future, and now I have forgotten everything!"

I originally wanted to remind you clearly, but considering that my brother is now preparing for the New Year singing and dancing performance and cannot be distracted by anything else, the little girl still endured it and didn't say it out loud. However, she did not notice a smile in Jiang Xingchen's eyes...

In the following two days, Zijing and Caifeng were still performing six high-intensity shows every day, and the collision between the two sides almost became a topic of talk about by the people of the imperial capital.

However, just as four days left, Zijing and Caifeng had agreed, suddenly announced at the same time that they would no longer continue to perform in order to prepare for the New Year singing and dancing performance.

As soon as this news came out, many people sighed with disappointment. Such a wonderful collision has never been seen before. After finally encountering it once, both sides stopped.

Although the singing and dancing troupe stopped performing, people's discussions have not ended. The question of which is stronger, Caifeng or Zijing is still being debated.

However, most people believe that although the strength of Zijing is unquestionable, Caifeng is still stronger overall. After all, they have a new instrument to pluck, and this instrument is indeed good. Not only is it seamlessly matched with the drum, it itself is also varied, especially the feeling of killing is incomparable, and the advantage is too great.

With so many such rumors, Caifeng No. 1 Song and Dance Troupe's reputation has been aroused. This year's highest prize in the New Year's performance seemed to be their own treasure.

There are also many people who are unfair about Bauhinia, but even they have to admit that without this pluck, Bauhinia is indeed at a disadvantage.

However, Jiang Xingchen and Wanrou turned a blind eye to the outside world, locked themselves at home and began to practice new repertoire carefully... But in addition to practicing, he often ran out alone, mysterious. Except for the old man, no one knew what he was doing, and he didn't ask.

Soon, they discovered that Jiang Xingchen had bought a large number of cotton cloth and pigments. After practicing every night, he started painting on the cotton cloth.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Even the old man was a little dizzy. He was afraid that these cotton cloths were spread out to hundreds of square meters. What did he draw on it?

Jiang Xingchen's painting skills are very average, but this time he is very serious, dividing the cotton cloth into dozens of pieces, comparing it little by little, and drawing it little by little! He also called Mei'er over and fully utilized her talent for puzzles...

It was soon March 8th. In the evening, Jiang Xingchen and Wanroong finished practicing, and suddenly someone came to him.

When Jiang Xingchen looked at the person, he immediately showed surprise.
Chapter completed!