A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

In the center of the stage, Li Mushang looked calmly at the cheering and applauding audience, without a single wave of emotion in his heart, his head was completely empty, and a green grassland like a fairyland appeared in front of him in a trance.

He slowly stretched out his hand to touch it, but the beautiful scenery disappeared like a mirror, disappearing without a trace as soon as he touched it.

The oasis has become a desert, where there is no green, only endless yellow sand.

There was some regret and sadness in my heart, and this emotion began to spread, and the cheers on the scene gradually became smaller.

Li Mushang put one hand on his chest, closed his eyes gently, and nodded after a few seconds to signal that he could start.

The desolate Matouqin sounded, which is a traditional musical instrument exclusive to the Mongolian and cobalt people. Its sound is similar to that of the erhu, extremely deep and penetrating.

After eight beats, the whole melody returned to calm, the classical guitar began to play, and the melody transitioned from sad to poignant.

The feeling of the prelude is definitely not the kind of shocking beauty, but a feeling of desolation and sadness.

Songs display specific information.

"Heaven"

Original Singer: Tengger
Vocals: Li Mushang
In the lounge, Yumi Hamasaki's eyes lit up. Judging from the prelude, this is not a pop music that caters to the market. The arrangement has a traditional and folk taste.

It is really surprising that such a work is sung in a competition.

The song is too "big". To be honest, with Li Mushang's current experience, he is still treading on thin ice, not daring to make any mistakes.

He didn't want to make the song majestic, but he wanted to return to the simplicity, and sing with the core of imagery and straightforward expression.

The advantage of this is that the publicity has been greatly expanded, and the song carries a sense of picture and rushes straight into the minds of the audience.

Even if the audience has never been to the grassland, they will be infected, and the appeal of the song will not be weakened.

Compared with the original song, the difficulty has been improved by several levels. An experienced singer like Li Mushang dare not relax in the slightest.

Hamasaki became more and more interested in this "young" singer on the stage who was also sought after by people in the Huaxia circle. She even felt that she was very lucky to be able to come to Huaxia to participate in this show.

High-level sparring, this kind of opportunity is not easy to find.

Lao Yang's guitar level is quite high, and the two were members of the same band before, so they cooperate very well.

On the stage, Li Mushang's head was slightly lowered, standing in the center of the stage like a grass blowing in the wind.

After Lao Yang played the final overtone with his fingertips, Li Mushang picked up the microphone and gently closed his eyes and began to sing.

There is no accompaniment here. After the sound appeared, it seemed to break the tranquility with a roar, which directly gave people goosebumps.

"The blue sky and the quiet lake."

"Green grassland, this is my home!"

Singing is a singing method that goes from strong to weak and goes against common sense. In the singing, the lost homeland, loneliness, freedom, lost time, the long journey of thousands of turns, and the scarred and broken soul.

These things that run through the human spirit are flowing vigorously, not violently, but can be deeply imprinted in the minds of the audience in a subtle way.

Classic works are often transcendent and universal. There is no doubt that this song "Paradise" by Mr. Tengger will still shock the soul of that era even after 20 years.

Li Mushang did not make any changes in the lyrics, and his singing also continued, the spirit that Mr. Tengger wanted to express, but he is at his peak at this time, and his voice control in singing is stronger .

"The galloping horses, the white flocks."

"And you girl, this is my home!"

Hamasaki's eyes widened, and after sighing, he turned his head and asked.

"This song sung by Li Mushang describes the grassland and hometown?"

She doesn't actually know Chinese. During the time she came to Huaxia to participate in the program, the words she learned were hello and thank you.

But songs can transcend language and national boundaries to express what they want to express, and Hamasaki Yuu can also understand these things in Li Mushang's singing, this is the charm of music.

Her program manager nodded and began to tell the background story of the creation of this song. Hamasaki said with some sighs.

"No wonder Li Mushang will sing this song. To be honest, it is definitely a classic handed down from generation to generation."

On the stage, Li Mushang was still standing and outputting, and the microphone began to get farther and farther away, but the shocking singing did not have the slightest effect.

The song is not only shocking to listen to, but it is also extremely difficult to sing. Even the microphone worth millions in my hand still can't bear it.

At this time, a very strange scene appeared in the eyes of the audience. On the stage, Li Mushang's body was slightly bent, but the hand holding the microphone was extremely lowered, and the distance between the mouth and the microphone was at least one meter, which was too fucking exaggerated.

"I love you, my home."

"My home, my paradise!"

"I love you my home."

"My home my paradise!"

The vigorous treble does not set off the vigorous melody, and there is still only the guitar melody played by Lao Yang.

The perfect combination of movement and stillness, this classic song is all too familiar to the audience, but at this moment, goose bumps all over the body, and tears almost filled the eyes of the audience.

In fact, not only the ordinary audience, but also the contestants in the backstage felt the same way at this time. This kind of singing that transcends skills, if they don't have profound singing skills, they really can't be controlled.

They only have admiration in their hearts, the national team is really too strong!

The songs did not fade with time, but instead increased with each passing day and deepened over time.

The chorus is like a shocking singing piercing through the clouds, directly sublimating "singing" to "singing", and its voice also contains rich emotions.

The eagle, the sky, the earth, birth, death, and reincarnation, like a moment in a Buddhist scripture, are all contained in it, wrapped up to form a bubble.

At this time, the distance from Li Mushang's microphone on the stage was getting farther and farther away. In the end, everyone only heard a thud, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the microphone fell directly to the ground.

Hong Tao's face was instantly covered with a mask of pain, and his heart was bleeding. This microphone was very valuable. Normally, everyone was careful when handling it, but now it was just thrown away.

The musicians were also a little surprised. They immediately looked up at Li Mushang, and their hearts skipped a beat, thinking that there was no such link during the rehearsal!

At this time, they could only bite the bullet and continue to cycle the melody. Li Mushang raised his index finger behind him slightly, and Lao Yang, his teammate, instantly understood.