A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

The arrogance of the desert in the northwest comes straight to the sky.

Whether it is an audience or a teacher in the industry, the scene of the desert with solitary smoke and the long river with the setting sun instantly appeared in the mind.

Under the beautiful picture, a knight with a long sword on his back is walking slowly in the wind and sand. No one knows where he is going.

This is the style of martial arts!
Countless audiences lamented, some lamented, why didn't they discover this talented drummer and talented musician in the early days, and some regretted that they could only see each other at the end of their careers.

The classical guitar played again, and the melody entered an interlude. Uncle Mu Yang's hand was still shaking when he pinched the hammer.

A drumstick goes down, bang~~bang~~bang!
Not only the judges were present at the three-tone scene, Li Mushang and Lao Yang were both taken aback.

Uncle Mu Yang often shows off his stunts during rehearsals, but he has never seen the opponent show off the three notes with one hammer.

This is a bit unbelievable. How much strength and speed do you have to achieve such an extreme?
This rhythm and melody is a loop of notes, but everyone is crying when they hear it. It seems that the golden age of rock and roll talents is back.

Uncle Mu Yang's voice was even more high-pitched than at the beginning, even a little hysterical.

All the emotions from the genius drummer to the former drum king's street singing have all been vented, and he feels that only this kind of shouting can vent his emotions.

"Who once held whose hand, who once shed tears for whom."

"Hold up a bowl of wine with helpless hands, let the strong~~ wine pour over my heart!"

"Let Lie~ wine pour your heart!"

This section of singing is very tense, especially when Uncle Mu Yang intentionally extended the words at the end, with a slight vibrato, bold and unsatisfactory with a touch of sadness, which is very infectious.

It gives people the impression that he wants to scream loudly but suppresses himself, expressing himself in a deep and restrained way, his anger and tragedy are sealed, and more of it is sadness and sorrow.

I wanted to say it, but my mouth was filled with yellow sand as the lyrics said, and I couldn't say it at all.

This kind of true expression of emotion combined with one's own experience can quite arouse emotions. The audience has already been substituted into the story and cannot extricate themselves.

This is why many music fans think that modern pop music sounds very catchy, but it doesn't have any sense of substitution at all.

The lyrics are not researched, but they are formulaic for the sake of achievement, losing their original purity.

The consequence of doing this is that the song is very nice, but there is no memory point. If you think about it after listening to it, you can't remember what you sang at all.

Another aspect is the reason of age. Uncle Mu Yang's so many years of experience are enough to support this work with a strong ethnic style.

The song can only be sung by him. If the lead singer is replaced by Li Mushang, it is guaranteed that he will not perform such a good performance.

The live scene switched again, and Li Mushang, whom countless audiences had been looking forward to, finally appeared.

Under the dim light, he was wearing a black tunic over a white shirt.

The suona was held in his hand and slowly brought to his mouth, and the high-pitched notes unique to Chinese musical instruments came out, directly crushing the melody of the classical guitar.

Music works in the Xiangjiang and Wanwan areas are more Western-style or catchphrase, and instruments such as suona are very rare.

The three teachers from Hong Kong and Taiwan felt their scalps tingling, and a breath rushed straight to their heavenly spirit caps, like the cry of a reborn fire phoenix in the deep sea, resounding through the world!

Huaxia Dagu is still magnificent, Suona is not to be outdone, and the two methods are on the same level.

The continuous collision and friction of the suona and the drum burst out an amazing and beautiful melody.

"Wow~~ This momentum is too strong."

"Wearing a Chinese tunic suit and blowing the suona is like a hooligan with culture."

"The big drum steals the soul, and the suona kills."

"I've never been proud of Chinese culture at this moment."

"The corners of my mouth and tears are not in control."

"It reminds me of the man from the Northwest in the novel."

"When the suona comes out, the mood will rise!"

The suona was still playing, and the big drum was still beating. Uncle Mu Yang's emotions had been driven to the peak at this time, and the pitch was much higher than before.

He shouted loudly, shouting with all his strength.

"Gusts of gusts of wind and yellow sand laughing to see the yellow sand go away, Xiaoyao roars and fills the mouth with yellow sand."

"I picked up a bowl of wine in my heart, and fluttered away without looking back~~ head!"

Lao Yang, who stopped playing here, also opened his mouth to help Uncle Mu Yang sing the harmony.

Age is still the biggest obstacle for the northwestern drum king. If he was ten years younger, he would be able to sing perfectly. However, at the age of fifty, his voice and breath began to decline. Insufficient strength.

Yang Jinxin has worked with Uncle Mu Yang for a long time, knowing that this is the limit of the other party, so he sang harmony very tacitly.

This didn't overwhelm the host, it was very subtle, making Uncle Mu Yang's strenuous treble perfect.

"Pick up a bowl of wine in your eyes."

"Piao Piao You You left and never came back~~~Head!"

The suona sound disappeared first, followed by the guitar melody. Uncle Mu Yang held his head up and tapped the drum quickly with his hands.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

Eight clean beats of the drums draw a successful conclusion to this work.

The show is over!

The mentors all stood up and gave applause. Li Mushang and Lao Yang rushed onto the stage from the side of the stage and gave the big brother a warm hug.

Li Mushang said excitedly: "Uncle Mu Yang, you did it. You can see that everyone is applauding your performance just now."

Lao Yang was also very excited, and shouted loudly: "It's great, it's great!"

Uncle Mu Yang's eyes were also red at this time, Li Mushang and Lao Yang took Uncle Mu Yang's hand and raised it high, signaling for more applause from the audience.

The applause sounded again, and the two of them left the stage in a low-key manner and returned to the audience.

Today this stage belongs to Uncle Mu Yang, he should enjoy the fruits of victory exclusively for him, without sharing it with anyone.

Teacher Liu Huan first pointed to Zhao Muyang and said: "I would like to introduce to all the audience again, this is Zhao Muyang, the drum king in Northwest China, the top drummer in the golden age of rock and roll."

"He beat the drum so well today that he felt so powerful that he almost broke the drum surface at the first sound. This kind of strength is unique in China."

"Technically, I actually heard double-hammer quadruplets. This is not the double-stepping that many drummers say nowadays. Double-stepping means that two feet step on each other twice."

"Mu Yang made two sounds with one hammer. In terms of difficulty, it's like the difference between landing on the moon while watching TV and going to the moon by yourself."