A burden to a wealthy family, I became famous on the Internet by drawing talismans

On the grassland, Wei Ping started the concert mode and sang all five new songs.

There were probably tens of thousands of people around, and many were rushing over to celebrate the festival!

In this open space, there was wind blowing and a bright moon in the sky.

Peng Jing sat on the side and watched. The number of viewers exploded, exceeding 100 million!

Not only is this real data, but the venue is very casual, there is no lighting, there are lights on the scene but not too bright, everyone wants to enjoy the moon. There is no stage at the venue, to protect the grassland. Many people sit on the ground casually, and they are not afraid of the cold when there are so many people.

Xia Kun and Wei Ping's singing was well-received, picking up even the sound of the wind.

This was an almost purely natural concert, with a huge number of people watching.

[I came to watch the fun, but it sucks in every aspect. But why should I watch it? ]

[The song is well written, the girl sings well, and the moon in the sky is nice. ]

[I am looking at this freedom. It may be better if it is processed. I am afraid that it will be over-processed and some irrelevant things will be added.]

[Once processed, the original singer must be replaced. ]

[I can't replace it. Don't you see who's sitting here? ]

【The master sits here, sing whatever you want, listen whatever you want. Who is unhappy? It's none of my business. 】

Yu Jia hosted the show very professionally: "Now let's welcome the famous singer from Macheng..."

Hahahahaha!

Several uncles and aunts who wanted to sing kept laughing.

The audience around also laughed.

An auntie wearing a microphone said elegantly, "It's a famous singer from Sandaogou Village."

Everyone applauded, applauded enthusiastically!

【What's so good about this? 】

【I am looking forward to the aunt’s level. 】

【It is said that every person on the grassland is a singer. 】

[Yes, that’s the taste.]

The grassland band performs authentic grassland music.

【Hahaha, that’s the taste.】

【The songs written by Xia Kun are different.】

[I think Xia Kun's creations are like the future of grassland music. They also provide ideas for many creations.]

[We all need to face the future, face the stars, and open our imaginations! 】

[This is inheritance and development, right? The original sounds different, but the new one is just as good.]

[My favorite is "Flying Horse", which is a fusion of jazz and feels both local and foreign. ]

[The conditions are really simple, but if you dress it up a little, it will definitely be high-end! ]

[Some people were worried that Xia Kun had run out of ideas, but he made a brilliant turn.]

[Yes, how wide is this road? ]

[This is not just a random mix, it is a real creation. I see that he can come up with a different "Flying Horse" every time. ]

[This is called advanced! You understand music! ]

[I see a lot of musicians rushing to the scene, do they all want to get a free ride with the master? ]

【What's there to get? 】

[Musicians won’t go to the party anymore, so are we going to celebrate New Year’s Eve on the grassland? ]

[Sure, sure! Did Director Peng see this? Let’s have a New Year’s Eve party. I will welcome the new year with the master alone.]

[I see you have made wishes in various ways.]

[How hard is it to organize a large-scale party? It is not easy to organize it on the grassland.]

[I really love watching this, is it a master performance? ]

The atmosphere was extremely heated after the musicians from Macheng performed brilliantly.

[Who is watching the fun? It's me. ]

[No matter how good these singers are, at least they all sing live! Live! Live! Live! ! ! ! ]

[The main theme of "The Journey of Intangible Cultural Heritage" is authenticity. We have done the most authentic things, so how can we lip-sync? ]

[I think "Intangible Cultural Heritage Journey" will continue to clean up the entertainment industry. Those who can't sing as well as the singers in Sandagou Village should really stop embarrassing themselves.]

Yu Jia, wearing a thick coat, continued to host the event and said respectfully: "Today, I and everyone else are fortunate to be able to hear the heavenly music again."

Yu Jia immediately stepped aside after she finished speaking, saying that she didn't need anyone else to preside over the meeting.

Wen Liang walked to the middle with a flute and sat down.

The people around were quiet and immediately stepped back, showing absolute respect for the master.

【…】

【I kneel down first. 】

【I sat down on the floor from the sofa.】

【You can sit anywhere, no one else can learn this. 】

Wen Liang explained: "I'll just play a piece of Autumn Wind Song today. I haven't played it for a long time. If it's not good, let the wind play it."

[How to make the wind blow? ]

【I want to listen! 】

[You have very unique trains of thought. ]

【It seems very appropriate to listen to the autumn wind singing on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. 】

【Why doesn’t the master play the piano? 】

【I don’t want to play. 】

【Just play around. 】

[I just kneel down and listen casually. ]

【Close your eyes and listen. 】

Many people at the scene also closed their eyes and listened to the wind.

The sound of the flute rang out, and the cool wind blew quietly, cool and melodious.

Zhang Zihan sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and felt the wind blowing through his mind, blowing away the dust. Then the moonlight was like water, washing him. He felt light and carefree, as if he was about to be blown up to the sky by the wind.

A sudden gust of wind blew people into a mess and into a cold place with nowhere to rest.

The sound of the flute carries a sense of persistence and casualness, and it goes up to the sky and down to the earth with the wind, fearlessly.

Zhang Zihan felt terrified, as if there was great terror in the world.

After waiting for a long time, the strong wind stopped and the gentle spring breeze came, as if new life was blooming.

The distant voice is like the continuation of life, calm and flexible in response to cold and warmth, like a gust of wind.

This is the life of the wind.

The flute stopped.

Wen Liang sat there without moving for a while. She had a new understanding of this song and a new understanding of Xuan Xiu.

She was very young before, and Master often said that she was still young. She was growing up calmly.

The wind blew, and a layer of moonlight covered Wen Liang's body.

[It seems to be more useful than chanting sutras. ]

【The master's performance is different. 】

【Those who wanted to perform had completely given up. They couldn't compete, they really couldn't compete.】

[Is this a 50-cent special effect? ​​Wasn't there no special effects at today's concert? ]

[Will the master suddenly ascend to heaven? ]

[No, no, it was Fairy Heng who came down to pick up Guaibao to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.]

[We can only enjoy the moon on earth, how can we enjoy it in the Moon Palace? ]

[Distance creates beauty. Without distance, it is not beautiful.]

[A bunch of dogs were barking there, but the master was practicing with all his heart and achieved another breakthrough. Was he mad at the man? Was he mad at the dog?]

【Woof woof woof woof! 】

[As usual, how much did the director pay the master for his performance? ]

[Subtitle bacteria mysteriously appear: 1.5 million, no more. ]

[Don't you see how many people are online now? Only 1.5 million? ]

[It’s okay, it’s okay. Guaibao has the money to buy a house. I’ll buy a house when I get home.]

Wen Liang sat there without moving.

No one was around to disturb her.

Yancheng, Sheji E-sports Club.

Liu Hao sat in the boss chair and looked at her comfortably - the good girl. Everyone spoiled her before, and now there are even more people spoiling her.

As for those who were seeking death, Liu Hao planned to bury them.

Pan Zhen was very busy, and came over to report to the old man: "Yue Hong put Yue Zixi into "The Journey of Intangible Cultural Heritage."

Yue Hong is the wife of the sixth son of the Liu family and was a former actress.