Wang Dian is a master, whether it is guitar or bass, his skills have reached a certain height.

Although he played the guitar quite well, he had an almost paranoid love for the bass, so he chose to compete as a bass player on such a stage that was not conducive to the bassist's display.

And he has his own ideas about his music philosophy and the planning of his music path, and he is also the first player to take the initiative to express his desire to sign in with Xinghai Culture.

He also has his own opinions on metal music, but he is more interested in the direction of heavy metal.

In terms of technique, Cao Wu didn't have much to teach him, but in terms of musical vision and understanding, Cao Wu was still able to guide him.

Wang Dian accepted it quickly, and he quickly got the hang of the things Cao Wu taught him.

On stage, the Blood Groove Band surprised everyone with a new spiritual outlook and interpretation of music.

"It can't be said that decay is magical, but icing on the cake. Sun Xiang smiled and commented: "I really didn't expect that after the guidance of Teacher Cao Wu, you have made such a big change, it seems that you have really learned the scriptures." You must cherish this opportunity and remember the guidance of Mr. Cao Wu, even if you don't go to the end of this show, you can find your own music style, which is enough for you to stand in the music world. ”

Lei Tao was very upright and immediately said: "We will always be the students of Teacher Cao Wu." ”

The performance of the Blood Groove Band was very good, with a high score of 103, you must know that with the judges' scores, the full score is only 115 points.

Soon, it was Wang Dian's turn to play.

Holding a bass, wearing simple jeans and a somewhat old-fashioned shirt, he is not very old, but he looks like a child can play soy sauce.

I don't know if it's because of his looks, Cao Wu actually saw a little Lemmy Kilmister's shadow on him.

It's really tangled!Cao Wu shook his head secretly.

He likes both groups of players very much, and it is a little distressing for him which group is eliminated.

But fortunately, this is just a show, as long as the performance is exciting enough, the ranking itself is not very important.

Behold your own creation!

Wang Dian stood in the center of the stage, with the program band behind him, the spotlight hit above his head, and the shadows cast down, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Airplanes!

The distorted electric guitar sounded, Wang Dian stood in front of the microphone, hoarse and even a little like the rough and grit on the Gobi, the lyrics could not be heard clearly, and some seemed to be meaningless roars.

Knock knock!

Two heavy kick drums accompanied the guitar and bass up and down without the slightest disturbance.

Knock knock!

Two more sounds, Wang Dian's bass and the band fit perfectly together, as precise as a computer.

Buzz!

Buzz!

A simple but powerful rhythm appeared, and Wang Dian spoke, spitting out a string of lyrics in a hoarse and eerie voice.

"The dark wind swept the blood of the setting sun,"

"The gates of hell, the winds are ringing,"

"The howl of the dying, the sign of suffering,"

"Sweet poison pulses in the magma. ”

"The child is asleep ** is boiled,"

"I have returned from the abyss and dragged the world into ......"

"Reincarnation!"

Very middle two lyrics, this is a lyric written by Wang Dian in high school, but no one pays attention to the content of the lyrics, and everyone's attention is focused on his unique voice. Extreme voice, this is the secret weapon that Cao Wu taught him.

Although he didn't grasp it very well, it still scared everyone, including Sun Xiang.

Can you still sing like this?

"Can the song still be sung like this?" this is also Wang Dian's question to Cao Wu.

"No one can dictate what music should look like, it's a sound from nature, and as long as it exists, it makes sense. Cao Wu earnestly explained: "From the sound of volcanic eruptions, to the loud roar of lightning across the sky, to the sizzo of ants gnawing on grass leaves, it is all music. No matter how advanced the technology is, it can't imitate the blowing of the breeze, which is the sound of nature. The human voice is already extremely limited, so do you need to limit its possibilities?"

Wang Dian didn't seem to understand, Cao Wu didn't explain further, and this is not something that can be explained in three or two sentences, he just advised: "To engage in the music industry, making money is a must." But whenever you consider yourself a musician, you have to keep an exploratory mind, and that's the most important thing I can teach you. ”

"You mean, experiment with music?" Wang Dian seemed to understand.

Cao Wu nodded: "This is also the direction I am working towards." ”

"Go ahead!"

……

"Fire! Yama who burns everything!"

"Love! is your mortal guilt!"

"I'm afraid! I have nowhere to hide!"

"Now! Let me judge you for your wickedness!"

The first time he met Wang Dian, Cao Wu asked him which was his favorite piece of metal music, and not surprisingly, his favorite was "Nemo".

Cao Wu could also hear from his bass that he was interested in the black, dead, and knocking sets.

It's just that Cao Wu hasn't taken out these styles of music for the time being, and Wang Dian only vaguely touched that feeling, but he couldn't catch it.

After Cao Wu explained death metal to him, he was like a fish finally back in the water, greedily absorbing nutrients and quickly perfecting his musical concept.

Within two days, he had come up with such a song called "Death" in pure death metal.

Although such a song can only be regarded as a poor imitation on earth, in this world, death metal is the first time that it has appeared in front of the public!

The bpm is instantly raised, and the band's drummer teacher is about to break the drum skin!

The guitar teacher desperately cooperated with Wang Dian to speed up, but Wang Dian's hand speed was still soaring!

The bass sound, which was not easy to find, became the protagonist at the moment, Wang Dian brought up the afterimage in his right hand, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and roared at the microphone.

"Who is the white soul under the hypocritical skin!"

"Angry, you have slaughtered in your fantasies a few more times!"

"Jealousy turns into a ghost that wanders in the crotch of his pants!"

"Indulgent greed becomes a ...... that is forever dissatisfied"

"Stomach!"

"Roar~~~!"

The light moved, illuminating Wang Dian's face flickering, and on the judges' seat, the well-informed Sun Xiang couldn't help but get goosebumps and shed a cold sweat on his back!

"Cry, when you see the color of fear!"

"Laugh! Viciousness rolls and burns in the brain!"

"Hate! Rotten is planted in the inner side of money!"

"Die! I will redraw the rules of the world!"

"Wake up! ...... sleeping in the bottom of my heart"

"Devil's !!"

"!" Sun Xiang couldn't help but curse secretly, looked at Cao Wu who was quite interested in surprise, and muttered in his heart.

What did you teach him?

Don't let the fuck broadcast it, right?