The fat leader was defeated, and the thin woman didn't say anything. After a few slow breaths, she started singing loudly.
Different from the softness of Han songs and the desolation of grassland songs, the plateau tunes reveal a magnificence and clarity in their majesty. When they are gentle, they are like a quiet sacred lake, and when they are exciting, they are like a rushing river. The thin woman is originally the most popular among the tribe.
A famous singer married a fat leader and went on business with him. Because she often went hiking, her knowledge was a step higher than other singers on the plateau. The plateau song she performed at this moment was indeed extraordinary.
The vast plateau, the holy lake and the long river were all covered in the song. When she just opened her mouth, the people in Qingyang were still making noises, but unconsciously, the noise gradually faded away, leaving only her singing voice.
The short woman seemed to gradually become plump, translucent, and pure along with the singing.
The song is over.
The short woman did not bow to salute after singing in the clan, but raised her chin and smiled proudly.
Song Yang sincerely praised: "It sounds really good." As he said that, he nodded to the short woman with a genuine smile: "It's a blessing to be able to marry you. I never get tired of listening to this kind of song."
The short woman did not accept the compliment and turned her gaze sideways towards the Qu couple.
Aunt Qu looked a little embarrassed and looked at Song Yang, looking unsure.
Song Yang scratched his head: "If you don't want to sing, I will sing..."
The couple laughed out loud at the same time. They had already learned about Song Yang's voice when they were learning songs on the balcony. They still can't figure out why this young talent with a handsome appearance and a good speaking voice can sing with a sound like a saw.
Like a duck neck.
Aunt Qu smiled, relaxed a little, took a deep breath, slowly spoke out and sang:
Who brought the ancient call,
Who left behind thousands of years of prayer?
Could it be said that there are still wordless songs?
It’s still the attachment that can’t be forgotten for a long time.
There is no tune from the plateau that can compare with it - "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" which was very popular in the previous life and was sung thousands of miles across the country.
I saw mountains and rivers
Mountains and rivers are connected
That’s the ‘real’ plateau!
This is a piece of music with a soul, just like the snow-capped mountains and white clouds on the plateau. It is not a dead thing, its freshness and vividness are incomparable.
Mysterious and beautiful, quiet but friendly.
There is no need to perform this piece of music.
The short woman uses her own plateau tune to sing about beauty; but this song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" has already integrated everything about the plateau into the song.
The difference between the two pieces of music is like the distance between the water and the sky on the plateau. The tranquility of the former comes from the environment; while the holiness of the latter comes from itself.
And the most important thing is that "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" itself is a plateau tune. In the mouths of Nanli people, they sing a plateau tune that is more majestic, purer, more magnificent, and more "plateau" than the plateau singers.
Song Yang could only hum this song, and he couldn't sing any of the high notes before and after. However, the Qu couple were originally singers and were proficient in music, and they quickly figured out the keynote. Aunt Qu's voice was slightly hoarse, and her range was limited.
Yes, completely capable.
You don’t have to be proficient, just being competent is enough. As for the rest, as long as you slightly modify the lyrics, it will be fine.
When Aunt Qu played the last tune higher and higher, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and didn't dare to exert any force, for fear that their breath would destroy the stunning scenery... The singing
After the crowd had dispersed, after a long while, the cheers were as loud as thunder.
Because of the style of music, Song Yang chose "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", and as expected, he won.
Song Yang was distracted.
The songs from the previous world are heard again today, as if they were a lifetime ago?
Already separated from the world.
It wasn't until Qin Zhui patted his shoulder that Song Yang came back to his senses... What was clear was his consciousness, but his mood was still confused. Song Yang did not look at the short Tubo woman, but looked at Uncle Qu: "Uncle, please
You, I want to hear, will drink."
Uncle Qu laughed and started singing.
I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and flows to the sea never to return!
Song Yang agreed in his heart: There will be no return.
And "The Wine Is About to Enter" goes on and on, this heroic wave is enough to sink the setting sun... If the previous song "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" is like a white cloud, high and ethereal; then "The Wine Is About to Enter" is like a heavy rain, refreshing and dripping.
, unlike the silence when Aunt Qu sings, every time Uncle Qu sings, there will be a burst of cheers in response!
After finishing it, Song Yang finally exhaled the turbid air in his chest, returned to this life from his past life, turned around and asked the Tubo woman: "How is it?"
A good singer will definitely be impressed by the 'real voice', and the Tubo woman is no exception. The contempt on her face has long since disappeared, replaced by a sincere smile, and she bowed and saluted the Qu couple. But after she got up, she was about to speak,
The Tubo leader, who had almost vomited out his appetite just now, suddenly said: "The Nanli people naturally favor the Nanli people. No matter how bad your singing is, the house will still be full of joy. The victory or defeat in this game is simply impossible to calculate."
The Tubo woman was stunned for a moment, then turned ugly. She turned around and argued with the fat man in dialect. She couldn't understand what she was saying, but her tone was very fierce. After a moment of argument, the fat man slapped his wife in the face, causing her to fall out, and then turned around.
He said to Song Yang: "If you lose the first game, make a draw in the second game, and in the third game, it's better than sitting in meditation."
There were boos and curses in the audience. Song Yang raised his hand to suppress the noise, walked quickly to the Tubo woman, stretched out his hand to help her up, and instead of pretending to win or lose, he asked seriously: "Can I help you?"
Fight him back?"
The temperament of the plateau woman was much more aggressive than that of the Han woman. She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and said one word: "Hit!"
Song Yang was also happy and turned around and shouted: "Brother Qin!"
Brother Qin stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped the big Tubo man with a clear slap. His body flew up and fell heavily to the ground. After the slap, Song Yang laughed and said: "Your wife wants to beat you.
Let’s just be family members for a while. This is your Tubo world’s business. Don’t blame us Nanli. Come on, come on, let’s sit down for the third session.”
Er Sha had long asked what "being greedy" meant, walked to the middle of the high platform and sat down straight. The thin middle-aged man on the other side was more formal than him. He first bowed to the gods and Buddhas, and then sat down firmly with his legs crossed.
, and then pointed to the two copper bowls in front of him: "Pour water in and top it."
Song Yang did it himself, pouring water into the alms bowl, first placing one on top of Er Sha's head, and using his sleeves to cover up his hand, he lightly brushed it with his five fingers, sealing seven major acupoints on Er Sha's head, neck, shoulders, and back.
At least make sure Er Sha can't move for a short time.
Er Sha's body was stiff and unable to move, but his eyes were still very flexible. He turned them up in vain, probably because he wanted to see the water bowl above his head.
Song Yang placed another alms bowl on the opponent's head, still using his sleeves to cover it up, and made a small movement... Then Song Yang retreated to Qin Zhui's side.
Qin Zhui has good skills and better eyesight. In addition, he is very close to Er Sha. When he saw Song Yang's acupuncture sealing method, he still frowned and said: "It won't work after a long time."
Song Yang chuckled and said, "It won't take long!"
After only half a cup of tea, there was no movement on Er Sha's side, but the bowl of clear water on the middle-aged Tubo man's head actually began to raise white smoke. Qin Zhui was puzzled, took two steps forward, and quickly saw clearly,
Not only did water mist come out of the opponent's alms bowl, but also small bubbles popped up one after another, quickly connecting into sheets and densely covering the four walls. Even a little kid could understand that this meant that the clear water was about to be soaked.
The situation before boiling.
Qin Zhui was shocked. Just by touching his head, he boiled a bowl of water. This was such a strong foundation of internal energy.
But looking at the middle-aged Tubo, with distorted muscles on his face, exposed veins on his forehead, and a look of pain, it didn't look like he was boiling water. And Song Yang's laughter also sounded: "Master, we are doing more than sitting in meditation."
, it’s not like making water, you’d better use your magical powers.”
Sitting in meditation with your head against the water, Tubo can endure the painstaking practice without moving for four days and four nights, but if you hold a basin of boiling water on your head...