A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

"That's the perfect word."

"Haha. If you really mess with anyone, don't mess with Wuxia, he's really good at hating people."

"The Xinghai entertainment group will definitely vomit blood from anger after hearing this."

"Wu Xia has really become a fairy."

"Every sentence enshrines the spirit, the unhurried, unhurried, drunk, and swaying way of singing is really cool."

"This style is too explosive, like a Zhuge Kongming whose intelligence surpasses that of a monster, and who is so arrogant and magnanimous."

"The Divine Comedy of Cultivation of Immortals, this kind of rhythm is unique."

Is Li Mushang's singing at its peak?

He didn't think this was enough, he got up and walked to the seat at the front of the stage, and jumped down without thinking.

The audience exclaimed, and the camera teacher was taken aback, and even forgot to switch the camera.

In the studio, Zhang Ye almost shouted angrily, "Camera camera follow me!"

The cameramen felt like crying, they didn't think Wuxia would do this at all, and now they heard the chief director's shout and gritted their teeth and jumped down.

The stage is not very high, but the scene just now was really amazing.

Li Mushang leisurely walked to the front of the auditorium, where there was a solid wooden table, which was originally used for the staff to record the scene.

He didn't care so much, he stood up directly, and raised one hand high, still in the gesture of index finger leaning against middle finger.

Many of the audience at the scene were from all walks of life. Most of the selected lucky audience had never seen a celebrity concert live.

What Li Mushang did directly ignited their hearts, and they all stood up and did the same movement of raising their left hands, shouting loudly.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast on the Internet were envious.

"Wow. I really want to go and watch!"

"This is too exciting."

"@计算团, expand the venue in the next issue, don't be ignorant (dog head)!"

"That's right. Let's hold the next performance at the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Gymnasium!"

Li Mushang's movements and demeanor at this time are simply insane, a bit like the DC villain Joker, such an elegant lunatic.

Bang bang, the big drum beat.

Li Mushang's hazy eyes became resolute, showing an aura of dominance.

With the palm facing up as if stroking the sky, he opened his mouth to sing.

"As soon as I raise my hand, I can touch the sky."

"Look at the white clouds and green mountains and the curling smoke."

"Looking for happiness in the sea of ​​bitterness has no shore to turn back."

"I walk freely and frankly between heaven and earth!"

The four choruses directly exploded the scene, making the scalps of the audience go numb.

It's not that they used some unique treble, or some unimaginable technique, but the pure lyrics exploded.

In Wuxia's singing, a lot of vulgar words are used, such as "Lao Tzu", "Sha Zi", "Le Shi", etc.

Can't he write elegant things?

The answer is definitely no, as long as he wants to write, he can definitely write extremely pretentious and profound, but what he doesn't want is vulgarity.

This is the root of his culture, and also the root of all Chinese culture, which is the street style that is gradually abandoned by many so-called high-end musicians.

The works of the three musicians in the second round are almost all like this.

Music Fairy's "Grandmother's Bridge" and Prometheus' "The Wandering Notes" do not have any esoteric vocabulary, and describe a small person or a small fishing village in a large space.

This is looking for the audience's approval and sympathy, but Li Mushang's approach is more radical, leaving little room for himself.

As the song sang, he was trying to touch the ceiling of music, either falling from a height and falling to his death, or standing on the top to be worshiped by others.

In the players' lounge backstage, Prometheus and the music elves were full of admiration. At least at this moment, they were not as brave as Wuxia, who dared to bet on their music career and all their previous auras.

What they didn't know was that Li Mushang didn't have any aura at all. He came to the entertainment circle from the national team and never thought of leaving any escape route at all. He has no escape route.

Li Mushang quickly returned to the stage, everyone thought he was going to sing normally.

Who knew that this guy was lying swaggeringly in the center of the stage, with his head propped on one hand.

The opening is similar to humming to himself, but the lyrics are extremely poetic.

"Dare to ask when the bright moon will be, it's hard to drink up my nostalgia."

"Each one who is confused and understands, and advises the hero not to look back~!"

The previous lyrics are very vulgar, so these two sentences are very elegant, so interesting.

Wuxia is really a very contradictory person. This is because he has really experienced something before he can let himself be detached.

If you keep guarding your honor and crown, you will never reach this level.

Li Mushang got up again, and the melody returned to the beginning.

"If you are alone, you must be the only one who can't open it."

"Walking around with a feather fan and a towel, looking at me from a distance is leisurely."

"They are all ordinary people, you can only wield swords and swords."

"The founder of the mountain is here, hurry up and pay a visit!"

This paragraph is very ruthless, basically pointing the nose at the music producer who framed him.

I am the founder of this school, why don't you come and worship me when you see me?

Crazy. Too crazy, really a bit like modern Li Taibai.

"The lyrics are so cruel. But I like it."

"If I'm not crazy, I'm not Wuxia. If I have his talent, I'll be even crazier than him."

"Originally, I thought that Wuxia belonged to people who are only yes. I thought their character was too cowardly. I didn't expect it to be so strong. I love it. I love it."

Li Mushang raised his hand and patted his chest hard, before singing again.

"I'm a fairy, and I'm walking through the empty city in style."

"You hold a three-inch cold iron in your hand, it looks like a real comedy."

"Born to be a hero, he never cares too much."

"Anyway, what kind of person he is, he must sing what kind of song!"

By the end of the singing, the judging group has basically picked Wuxia from the list of suspects for the national team.

The art troupe is basically selected after graduating from military arts, passing the hasty exam and getting the ranking in the youth song competition.

Music ability and knowledge of music theory are basically the top existence of Chinese music, but the people in the system are very regular in singing and creation.

They will basically not cross the border, Wuxia is completely different, breaking the inherent format to create a new genre of music, singing without any scruples, crazy to every side.

None of these have anything to do with the national team, so the guessing team directly denied this idea.

At Xinghai Entertainment Headquarters, Wang Qiang was watching the live broadcast. At this time, his face was extremely pale and his chest was constantly heaving up and down, obviously very angry.

"Presumptuous. Presumptuous."

"I want this Wuxia to disappear forever."