From the beginning of tranquility and peace, the people lived and worked in peace, to the crisis, the storm was coming, and the transformation was extremely abrupt. The sound of the suona clasped everyone's heartstrings.
The subsequent dense drum sounds like rolling thunder escalated this crisis, and the scene on the stage made people feel like an immersive picture, giving everyone the urgency of being in a military situation.
The pipa that rang out became even more rapid. Although Caifeng once performed a killing performance in the New Year song and dance performance, similar to the ten-sided ambush, the real ten-sided ambush immediately showed a stronger effect, making the audience feel like they were enemies in front, back and left and right.
The beautiful and harmonious life scene of living and working in peace has been introduced into the hearts of the audience by the first two songs. At this time, this kind of life is about to be broken, which makes everyone feel anxious and expect to defeat the enemy and save their homes.
In the box on the second floor, Marshal, Tang Chuxue and Wu Tianfeng were deeply touched. They knew very well that the situation of the empire was really similar to ambushing on ten sides. As long as there was a loophole in defense, the eight kingdoms of Xuanyuan Tianzong would launch an attack at any time.
At this point, the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe and the assistants have not yet appeared on stage, and the audience's emotions have been completely mobilized by the combination of various instruments, coupled with the visual impact.
The sound of the pipa became more and more urgent, and a whirlwind sound of a slogan sounded, but it was approaching quickly in the sky, and the battle was about to begin!
"The enemy is here!" While the audience came up with this idea, the shouts of killing were getting louder and louder from far to near. This feeling of depression made everyone tense their muscles.
"Swish~" The curtain on the stage changed again, and three more scrolls of paintings drooped, depicting the scene of enemy troops coming to the city, beacons are rising everywhere, and fighting everywhere.
The ambush on all sides continued. The eager and fast plucking sound performed an extremely tragic battlefield killing.
At this time, the shouts of killing were approaching, and hundreds of soldiers rushed out from the left side of the stage.
At first, everyone thought that everything was a performance of the song, and shouting and killing was just a cooperation. No one expected that someone would really come out, so they were shocked.
But before everyone could report it, a war drum beat the sound of the killing pipa burst into a gap.
"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong..." The war drums were heart-warming and bloody. On the right side of the stage, hundreds of soldiers rushed out and instantly collided with the three hundred soldiers opposite.
The sword was unsheathed, and the two sides fought against the background of a huge picture.
The sound of the pipa is constantly blowing, and the drums are roaring, and the stage is only a few hundred square meters. The fight between these hundreds of people seems extremely crowded. But it is precisely this that a scene of a real battle on the battlefield is interpreted.
"Either you don't go there or you can create a stage with hundreds of people in one go. Jiang Xingchen's design is really unexpected." Feng Xuanzhang thought of this on the high platform on the second floor.
The three soldiers of Marshal Tang Chuxue and Wu Tianfeng stared at the two sides fighting on the stage, with a solemn expression.
The audience in the audience was completely brought into the play. They all hoped that they would defeat and kill the enemy! Keep their country and keep a peaceful and prosperous life.
However, things went against my wishes, and the development of the stage was exactly the opposite of the audience's expectations. The sound of the pipa became more and more urgent, and the sound of the drum gradually faded after one drum.
Finally, the hundred soldiers on the right were outnumbered and all died in the battlefield.
"Oh~" The audience couldn't help but sigh heavily, as if they were holding their breath in their chests. Many people clenched their fists, hoping to go on stage and fight to themselves.
The drums stopped, the pipa stopped, and there were three more scrolls, which were depicted with broken cities and ruins everywhere. The destroyed wheat fields and the golden wheat waves turned into a wilderness.
On the scroll, four lines of big characters are written vertically: The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is spring, the grass and trees are deep, the flowers are shed tears when they feel the tears, and the birds are frightened when they part.
In just four sentences, the situation of the country's destruction and family's destruction was deeply imprinted in everyone's consciousness.
At this time, at the front of the stage, the curtain slowly descended to completely block the stage.
In the second floor private room, Wu Tianfeng murmured: "It turns out that this is the previous war part... But we have obviously won this battle, why did this kid lose the performance result?"
The marshal shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Maybe he has any new designs!"
Several judges said: "From the dance performance, it is really excellent to perform the battle so well with only instruments and stage design. I guess everyone was brought into the atmosphere he created without knowing it."
"That's right!" Dingbei Hou nodded, then sighed: "It's just that he's frustrated, why are he defeated!"
Tang Chuxue's eyes lit up at this moment and she smiled and said, "Are you not looking forward to the subsequent performance now? What will happen to us after we are defeated? Are you looking forward to the backhand immediately and defeating each other?"
"Yes!" The few people suddenly looked at it, and then they realized it.
Wu Tianfeng looked at Tang Chuxue and said to himself: "How could she understand the boy's thoughts so much? Do they have a leg up?"
If Jiang Xingchen knew Wu Tianfeng’s thoughts, he would be so depressed that he hit the wall with his head: “This is wherever it goes, it’s just suppressing it first and then rising. When it’s put on our earth, all the children can guess it!”
At this time, the audience in the venue also woke up from the atmosphere created by the repertoire and started to talk.
"In the picture just now, on the other side of the canyon, will the enemies with black armor be the Black Armor Knights?"
"The far side of the front scroll is the flag of the Tianyi Kingdom... The painting is the base of the First Legion, which is the battle not long ago!"
"But didn't we win that battle?"
"This is a stage design, but I just borrowed that battle!"
"I won't just forget it after the defeat. The tracks behind must be related to the previous one. This is the usual technique of Bauhinia, and the Swordsman is like this!"
"Yes, the subsequent tracks must have been won back!"
"So far, the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe has not been on the stage..."
"Stop talking, it's time to start!"
The curtain of the stage slowly rose, and in the middle of the stage, Jiang Xingchen sat alone on a chair, closing his eyes slightly, holding an erhu in his hand.
The painting behind the scene is still a broken wall. The two other paintings show the situation of people being displaced, hunger, and hunger.
What the scene shows is completely different from the audience's expectations. It is not what they imagined, and they will immediately fight back, but a more miserable scene after the battle.
The bow string sounded, and the erhu sounded like sadness and sorrow.
The unique tone and unexpected scenes all made the audience look stronger for the music behind, and before they knew it, Jiang Xingchen was pulled into the atmosphere created.
In the box on the second floor, several judges immediately hid in the corner of the wall as soon as they heard the song, covered their ears with their hands and lowered their heads.
"What are these guys doing? This song is very nice. Why do they react so much?" Feng Xuanzhang shook his head in confusion and ignored the judges.
Behind the stage, the old man looked at Jiang Xingchen with a little speechless. This guy really used Erquan Yingyue, wouldn’t he be afraid of affecting the audience’s emotions? If you have a genitals, just take the nerves.
However, while playing the erhu, Jiang Xingchen said to himself: "It's better to abuse a little! It's better to abuse a little. And the more cruel the front, the more pleasant it will be! "
It has to be said that Erquan Yingyue really interpreted the suffering of the world to a deep level. In addition, the previous battle failed and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. Many more emotional girls could no longer control their emotions, and many stolen crying sounded in the venue.
Feng Xuanzhang on the second floor finally knew why several judges avoided it. This song was too miserable, and he couldn't help but feel sad. Marshal, Chuxue, Wu Tianfeng, Dingbei Hou, why are you all lowering your heads?
Just as the audience was at its lowest point, the sound of Erhu gradually disappeared, and the drum sounded again.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong..." This is the rhythm that people are extremely familiar with. Everyone's spirit is shocked, and their emotions suddenly change drastically: "Men should be self-reliant, it is true that this is the case, and they are about to rise!"
The picture has changed again, one is the officer calling on the people, the other is the excitement of the crowd, and the other is the countless people practicing boxing and martial arts.
Immediately afterwards, a hundred soldiers ran onto the stage and made an orderly formation. Jiang Xingchen also put down his erhu and stood in front with a suona in his hand.
I wonder if it was because the front was too suppressed, but when Jiang Xingchen spoke and sang loudly, many audience members couldn't help but sing together, suppressing Jiang Xingchen's voice.
Everyone in the box on the second floor was startled and couldn't help but look down. The audience below were in high spirits, and almost all the people in the seats stood up.
"This kid is simply a master who motivates emotions. He didn't sing a word in the previous performance. He completely controlled the audience's emotions based on the instruments and stage background!" Feng Xuanzhang couldn't help but exclaim.
Seeing the audience singing, Jiang Xingchen smiled, trying to use the greatest breath while signaling the soldiers behind.
In the gap between the lyrics, the sound of the soldiers' blows made the audience's aura grow higher and higher.
The old man was stunned in the background: "These audiences are crazy, is it necessary to do this?"
"This song is the most widely circulated and the audience can sing it! Even if they usually sing it in a low voice, coupled with the depression of the atmosphere in front, the emotions can be released all the time, of course this will happen... Jiang Xingchen said, this is called suppressing first and then rising!" Wanrou replied with a smile.
The old man was speechless. He didn't understand what Wanrou said at all. However, listening to the catchy melody, he really couldn't help but want to hum a few words.
At the end of the first paragraph, Wanrou's encouragement did not appear. When the audience was surprised, a very penetrating, sharp and high-pitched voice penetrated the eardrums.
The moment the sound sounded, they could hear it. The sound that had just been torn apart and peacefully was this moment.
However, the effects of the same instrument are completely different. The dangers were approaching before, but now they are passionate.
The sound of the suona is getting higher and higher, as if it is about to penetrate the roof. The audience shut up and feels that their momentum is getting higher and higher with the tune.
Finally, the interlude ended, and the aura accumulated by the audience was released with the lyrics: "Let the Haitian gather energy for me..."
The huge roar gathered, buzzing the venue. (To be continued...)