"Okay, then I'll sing this song "Chivalrous Journey" briefly. ”

"Is it the rock of the northwest wind?" asked Liu Yun.

The weather in the Greater Chang'an area suddenly became hotter.

On this day, the temperature outside was in the twenties.

This girl who gave birth to a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes was wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt at this time.

Revealing two large flower arms tattooed with complex totems, it looks strange and scary.

Jiang Dongliu stroked the guitar box and said: "When I first wrote this song, it was a Northwest folk song, with a soft style and was born from a local folk song. Later, as my travel experience became richer and my understanding of Northwest music became more and more profound, I removed all the styles of folk songs and replaced them with a style that combines Northwest drama and folk songs, which is not rock, but harder than rock. ”

Jiang Dongliu's words made all the people in the house who like rock and roll come to their senses.

If someone else says that their works are harder than rock, Hao Han and they will definitely spray back each other.

But when Jiang Dongliu said this, those of them who have seen Jiang Dongliu's "devil's eyes" will not question it.

Instead, he pricked up his ears and widened his eyes to see what a work harder than rock 'n' roll was like.

"I've changed several versions of the arrangement, and the one I'm most satisfied with is the current version of the red drum. This version uses the guitar as the lead, the drum as the soul, the suona ascends to heaven, and it also comes with Western instruments such as drum and bass. Personally, I think this version is most suitable for live interpretation, and it will be very powerful to play the game. ”

Qian Dachao rubbed his palms excitedly, he was hungry, and he always showed an extremely side for good music.

Xia Feng had seen Jiang Dongliu's whitewashed triangle performance, and asked expectantly: "Teacher Jiang, do you want to play the guitar and play the drums while playing the suona?"

"Then I won't be able to sing, and I'm not a monster with eight mouths. ”

Hao Han and the others all laughed, but in their hearts, Jiang Dongliu was a singer with three heads and six arms.

"I'll just sing it, don't make too complicated arrangements, use the guitar to make an introduction, and then play the drums and sing. ”

Seeing that Jiang Dongliu was about to perform officially, Qin Donglei took the lead in applauding: "Hurry up and give Teacher Jiang a quack!"

"Bang Bang-"

Everyone applauded Jiang Dongliu.

Li Rui didn't forget to shout in adoration: "Come on, Teacher Jiang!"

Jiang Dongliu smiled and nodded to Li Rui, who had the most sincere eyes, and when everyone's applause gradually fell, he strained the guitar in his arms.

This time, he played a more sassy guitar technique, and as soon as he came up, he used a variety of muffled tones to show a funk-like rhythm, which directly grabbed the ears of the people in the room.

When playing in a high position, the average guitar master cleverly adds empty strings to create a very vivid sense of layering, and with the muffled sound of the right hand, the original simple melody can become full and rich in timbre and texture.

And Jiang Dongliu's introduction not only has a high-level empty string, a muffled sound of the right hand, but also a quick strumming from the muffled sound of the right hand to a muffled sound of the left hand, and a rather typical blues flower.

It's all in just a few bars, and it's so natural and technically high that you can compete in a guitar competition.

Hao Han, who is the most proficient in guitar in this room, couldn't help but praise after reading it: "Advanced!"

Hearing Hao Han say this, the rest of the room was even more in awe of Jiang Dongliu's guitar introduction.

The introduction to the guitar is just a side dish.

Behind the ears of the people in the house.

Jiang Dongliu put the guitar aside, stood up, and came behind the red-skinned drum with a drumstick.

At this time, he was wearing sunglasses to isolate pink eye, and his expression was extremely solemn.

The body as tall as the iron tower gives people a feeling of inexplicable vicissitudes of life.

"Dada...... Boom!"

Hitting the edge of the drum with his double mallet, he struck the stuffy and crispy cowhide drum surface.

The moment when the heavy drum sound resonates and spreads in people's ears.

Jiang Dongliu sang with a very positive northwest mouth:

"The front is a high mountain, and the back is the Yellow River~

The cold north wind blows in the face~

I can't go forward, I can't go backward~

Let the cold wind blow in your heart~

Let the cold wind blow your heart!

......”

This fierce singing was like a strong wind blowing in the northwest desert, and with the heavy drums and drums of his men, it shaved the scalps of the people in the room all at once.

At first glance, Tang Zhi heard Jiang Dongliu sing in this "strange" northwest tone, and thought that Jiang Dongliu had been subjected to something.

This sudden change in the soul level made Tang Zhi understand more deeply what Qian Dachao had been talking about the "Jiangdong *** God Division" was going on.

It feels so different!

At this time, Jiang Dongliu was completely like a different person.

Whether it is the vicissitudes of the voice or the tragic aura on his body, including the sonorous and powerful movements when playing the drums, they are completely different from his usual appearance of being a hanger or a god.

He now feels like a lonely town swordsman from the Northwest Desert, both fierce and fierce.

His twin knives were replaced by two drumsticks, but the drums were as sharp as blades, piercing people's hearts.

His singing carries the desolation and pathos of the desert, with a huge volume and full of confidence.

Complements the extremely bouncy heavy drums.

It's like spraying blood.

Every heartfelt word ejected from his chest.

The pupils that "sprayed" Tang Zhi were about to dilate.

Such a shocking drum playing and singing, it was the first time she had seen it in her life!

Qian Dachao and Hao Han: They have all seen Jiang Dongliu transform into a "demon".

This goodbye Jiang Dongliu suddenly transformed into a desert swordsman, which is not particularly unexpected.

But Jiang Dongliu's taste is so pure and strong that the Northwest Lie still shocked them.

"Who used to hold whose hand~

Who used to shed tears for whom~

Helpless hands picked up a bowl of wine~

Let the spirits pour over your heart~

Let the spirits pour over your heart!

......”

As the song progressed, Jiang Dongliu's blood became more intense.

The drum sounded in his hand, but it shook the hearts of the people in the room.

The shocking power of the drum makes Jiang Dongliu's singing add more vicissitudes of life.

By the second stanza, he was singing more like he was squirting wine.

Every time he sings, it's like squirting liquor into the hearts of these people in the room, burning their hearts with the spirit of music.

Liu Yun was already about to get high when he was burned.

She finally knew why Jiang Dongliu said that the style of this song was harder than rock.

It's more than just hard.

This is totally fierce!

The spirit of the spirit!

It is also the fierceness of the fire!

Listening to Jiang Dongliu playing the big drum and singing, Liu Yun felt like he was blown by an eighteen-level wind on the Gobi Desert.

The skin on his body was torn to the point of being riddled with holes.

Then poured liquor into the crack, lit it again, and burned it directly to the sky!

Liu Yun couldn't help himself, and was once again blasted out of the skull of music by Jiang Dongliu.

Xia Feng and the others next to him were all rushed by the blast.