A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

The lottery ceremony began. I don't know whether it was God's favor or a coincidence, but Li Mushang's team happened to be assigned to the last stage.

Fei Huo Meteor pointed his hands at Wu Xia beside him, which caused bursts of cheers again.

The camera returned to the front stage, the first group of contestants were about to appear on the stage, Li Mushang spoke to Fei Huo Meteor.

"I regret to break the rules in this performance, I will not sing Jianghufeng's works."

"There's no time left, I need to show the other side of the music!"

Feihuo Meteor felt a little regretful, but respected Li Mushang's decision.

This is the last time the other party will perform on this stage. The gorgeous curtain call should not be limited by the type of song. When they are on the stage, it is the exclusive performance time for Wuxia.

"I respect your opinion. If there is a chance in the future, I would like to cooperate with you on a shocking music of Jianghu style, so that the whole Asia and the whole world can witness the real Chinese music."

The other party was young, but his words were full of pride and confidence.

Li Mushang smiled and nodded in agreement: "There will be a chance, I wish you a smooth performance tonight!"

Feihuo Meteor replied flattered, "You too wish you good luck!"

The first group of guests began to sing, and Prometheus and his challenger took turns to take the stage. The performance was very exciting and still maintained a high level of quality.

The audience's thoughts were not on them at all, which also made them a little helpless, and they couldn't help feeling the influence of Wuxia.

The second group of music elves came on stage, and she also brought a very wonderful performance, and it was also a work expressing the feeling of farewell.

Obviously it was sung for Wu Xia, the two have been competing on the same stage, they are both friends and competitors.

The ratings are rising steadily. At this time, whether it is ordinary people, industry insiders, or reporters, all are paying attention to this performance.

The three sets of performances began, and Feihuo Meteor came on stage. He brought a martial arts style similar to Wuxia, and he was obviously an admirer.

From the arrangement and lyrics, it reveals a strong Jianghu atmosphere, which is very good!

Backstage, Li Mushang closed his eyes and was breathing heavily to adjust his emotions. He actually didn't care about the performance of Fei Huo Meteor. No matter how the other party's performance was, he would leave tonight.

Fei Huo Meteor finished the performance and faced the direction of the passage, raising his hands high in the gesture of prostration.

The audience at the scene couldn't bear the excitement, and they all stood up!

The host did not announce the curtain, they had already shouted loudly: "Wu Xia, Wu Xia!"

"Wuxia!"

Everyone in the guessing team also got up, even Mr. Zhao was full of anticipation, staring at the entrance channel with all his attention.

The other contestants in the background stood not far away, staring intently at the motionless Wuxia.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Li Mushang's heart was pounding.

It wasn't fear, nor reluctance or regret, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling continuously.

He longs for the stage. Longs for the stage, and he's ready!

After struggling for many years, he finally stood on a stage of national attention.

This is not just a simple singing, but also a successful conclusion to my years of hard work.

This is not the end, but a new beginning.

Jianghu style is just one side of himself. He wants to tell everyone that what he knows is not a style.

He opened his eyes and took the microphone. Turning his head to look at the musicians beside him, he raised his hand high for the last time in the backstage of "The Masked Singer".

The wrists of all the team members stacked together: "Come on!"

"come on!"

After Li Mushang shouted loudly, he turned and stepped onto the stage, and the light shone on him, making his body radiate with light.

The cheers directly boiling on the scene have broken through the sky.

Countless netizens on the Internet went crazy: "Wuxia!"

"come on!"

"Perfect curtain call!"

"A real singer."

Follow the path formed by the pale yellow lights, and stride forward to the center of the stage.

He first looked at the audience for a long time, and saw Chen Jia in the first row of people.

The girl was holding up her lamp, shouting hysterically.

The distance between the two is a bit far, he doesn't know what the other person is shouting, he should be proud of himself!
He nodded and took a deep breath and said, "Hi everyone, I am Wuxia, a musician!"

The simple introduction caused cheers again, and the guests of the guessing group applauded.

The fans of Zhao Xiaogu and Reba were a little bit reluctant, but they also applauded and shouted!

Li Mushang spoke again: "I see love, I believe in love, like a belief that fluctuates in the wind but stays with the years."

"I believe that I was born like a bright summer flower, and that I die like a quiet autumn leaf."

""Life Like a Summer Flower"!"

The curtain call song was announced with two short and beautiful verses, life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

The large screen on site also gave specific information about the work.

"Life Like Summer Flowers"

Composer: Wuxia

Lyricist: Wuxia

Singing: Wuxia

In fact, this work was not called this when I first created it. After knowing that my identity has been exposed, this will be the last performance.

He revised the lyrics of the initial draft, and made a lot of changes in the arrangement.

Li Mu still doesn't want to be sad and tearful, so the song uses happiness to express sadness, which is commonly known as laughing with tears.

In the studio, Zhang Ye was concentrating on the screen when his cell phone rang suddenly. After taking it out, he looked down and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

After he connected, he was a little surprised when he heard the other party's words, and then he left the studio and went to an empty corner.

The musicians have all stepped onto the stage, their instruments in their hands are already ready.

The light turns from golden yellow to light yellow, somewhat like the afterglow of the setting sun.

A large light yellow flower is projected on the virtual screen, like a huge sun, and a little bit of starlight is constantly floating from the huge body.

Uncle Mu Yang raised his arms high, and the drumsticks crossed and struck each other.

Bang bang bang!
A crisp sound came out. A few seconds later, the drumsticks fell and hit the drum heavily, and the old Yang Beisi played, and the melody began to become rich and colorful.

Li Mushang also carried a guitar on his back, and because he collapsed behind his back when he took the stage, he didn't attract attention.

The classical guitar looks a bit old, and only Chen Jia in the audience knows that it is the first gift Li Mushang's parents gave him when he left his hometown to study in Yanjing.

There is a pink rabbit sticker in the lower left corner of the guitar sound, which was put on by Chen Jia when the two went to the countryside to perform.

The plucking of the strings joined in, and at the same time, he hummed lyrics that he couldn't understand at all.

These are actually not called lyrics, but Li Mushang hummed casually when composing and arranging the music, and he didn't even know what he was singing.

During the rehearsal, everyone thought it was very interesting, so they joined in.