The audience is buzzing and discussing, on the stage, the three students are ready, Lu Yifan temporarily retreated to the side with the host Hong Dan, on the stage, Lin Tianming stood in the center, silent for two seconds, the guide broadcast staff made a gesture, and the accompaniment sounded faintly, sure enough, it was "West Wind Breaking"!

Chen Bing knew that he had no strength or background to win the championship, but he was very open-minded.

Everyone didn't care about her.

At this moment, people's eyes were either uneasy, worried, sarcastic, or gloating, and almost everyone looked at the young man who flickered in the flickering lights.

Chinese style...... In the flickering lights, looking at Lin Tianming with a smug expression on the stage, Lu Yifan hooked the corners of his mouth.

In the audience, the four mentors had different expressions.

Zhou Jielong showed an expectant look, to what extent can Lin Tianming interpret his masterpiece, he suddenly became interested, as for Lu Yifan, Zhou Jielong could only sigh in his heart.

Yi Sen's expression is playful, today he is a complete spectator, the current situation makes him feel very interesting, this kind of game is what most viewers want to see, no matter who stays in the team and who is eliminated, in short, it is destined to be a wonderful matchup.

Miao Feng had a complicated expression, although he felt a little sorry for the genius boy in his heart, he was no longer allowed to have too much emotion at this time.

The eagle had mixed feelings in his heart at this time.

Lin Tianming's previous approach disappointed her, but after all, she was her disciple.

Out of selfishness, Naying still hopes that Lin Tianming will win, so that this year's champion group will be hers, and she can also participate in various commercial performances as a champion mentor, earn a lot of money, and get endorsements.

While the four instructors were thinking, a low and distant prelude to the Xun song slowly rose, desolate and desolate.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of pipa and guzheng ensemble and the atmosphere is like ink on rice paper, slowly rendering.

The hearts of the audience are gradually brought into a sad situation.

On the stage, Lin Tianming took a deep breath, accompanied by the beat of the drums, and spit out a low accent, and then the tone climbed sharply, with an obvious singing voice of Peking opera, tactful and high-pitched, echoing in the mid-air of the gymnasium.

There is a degree of speed and slowness, and the low and high transfer is extremely smooth, Lin Tianming's singing skills do not need to be said, and his performance at this time is as good as ever.

Although his character is poor, Lu Yifan has to admit that Lin Tianming is really a genius in singing!

"Ouch, that's amazing!"

When he heard the highest (harmonious) tide part, Zhou Jielong's face was immediately full of excitement, and he couldn't help but praise it.

The eagle and the other two mentors glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of approval in each other's eyes.

Character belongs to character, but Lin Tianming's singing skills are definitely no worse than any quasi-sun-level singer!

In front of the TV, Kazakhstan has also begun to get busy.

He learned the lesson of the last time and began to spend money to let people only swipe one ticket for Lin Tianming with a mobile phone, so that no one could say that Lin Tianming was cheating!

At this time, there was also warm applause in the audience, everyone is too familiar with this song, Lin Tianming is infinitely close to the original singing, which makes people can't help but appreciate it from the bottom of their hearts, and at the same time, this applause is also to pay tribute to the "King of Treasure Island" Zhou Jielong.

After Lin Tianming finished singing, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he looked at Lu Yifan defiantly.

Little mongrel!

Lao Tzu has finished singing all the Chinese style songs that he can sing!

Let's see what other tricks you have!!

After Lin Tianming finished singing, Chen Bing took the stage, and she sang another Chinese style song by Jay Chou.

It's just that this song is completely lower than "West Wind Breaking", and the call for the scene is also a lot lower.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that she has completely given up on the rhythm.

Finally, it was Lu Yifan's turn to play.

At this moment, all the audience held their breath.

Even the worse Chinese-style songs were picked up by Chen Bing, what else can Lu Yifan sing?

Original?

Don't be funny!

Chinese-style songs aren't those pop songs!

The degree of originality is more than a notch harder!

Even writing words requires a high level of ancient poetry attainment!

In such a short period of time, an original Chinese-style song comparable to Jay Chou's peak masterpiece?

Impossible!!!

At the scene, Lu Yifan's eyes glanced at the audience lightly, under the light, the anxiety of Fan Fandough, the worries of his parents and Yang Chan and others, and the complicated and regretful eyes of many audiences, Lu Yifan looked at them one by one.

simply closed his eyes, isolated from the interference of various emotions, and brewed emotions slightly.

What you sing is also worthy of being called Huaxia style?

Today, Lao Tzu will let you see what is the real Chinese style!!

Lu Yifan raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and made a sure gesture to the broadcast room on one side.

There was no accompaniment, and just when the staff was slightly surprised whether there was something wrong with the equipment, and the atmosphere at the scene was also a little commotion, a low singing voice, sonorous and powerful singing, suddenly sounded from the stage-

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world

The dream is cold, a lifetime of tossing and turning, and a few love debts

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, withering and waiting, withering and waiting for a circle, and another circle of annual rings-

Futu Tower, broken several layers, broken whose soul

The pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate

Let me wait a little longer, and history will turn around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play, a song of guzheng ......"

"This ...... Is this "Luoyang Jialan"?" Miao Feng, who was leaning on the back of the chair, sat up straight suddenly, staring at the stage tightly, the young man with endless sorrow in his singing, like an accusation, never closed his mouth again......

The eagle struck suddenly, his stunned expression froze on his face, and with a click, the pen in his hand fell, and Yi Sen leaned back on the back of the chair with a snort, his eyes were stunned, and he was all shocked......

Jay Chou is a "ouch" and then an "ouch", and he is so shocked that he can't say anything else at this time!

"The rain is heavy, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, I have heard, you are always alone, the mottled city gate, entrenched in the roots of the old trees, and the stone slabs echo to wait...... The rain is ...... The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and fate took root and we......"

On the stage, Lu Yifan's singing voice was tactful and wanton, the ups and downs were mellow and smooth, and he completely ignored people's dull gazes, and his mind was full of that story-

The general fell in love with his beloved woman at first sight and made a private lifelong commitment, but was requisitioned by the imperial court to fight on the border.

In the end, after the woman did not meet the general, she lost her hair and became a nun, and when the general returned from the wind and frost to find the ancient temple of the woman's monk, she had already passed away.

The general only listened to the rain falling outside the ancient temple of Jialan, recalling the years when he envied others, sighing people, but like fireworks, easy to cold, easy to separate.

(End of chapter)