"Applause welcome to our Huayin veteran team!" Cao Wu stretched out his hand back, letting the camera give a close-up of the veteran team in the center of the stage.

Since being on "The Strongest New Band", the days of Huayin's old team have been different, especially after appearing on the Spring Festival Gala with Fei Minna, and their popularity has risen rapidly, but Uncle Ximin rarely accepts commercial performances.

On the one hand, because they are old and physically unable to stand the fatigue of running around, on the other hand, their current energy is mainly focused on cultivating the next generation.

People like to oppose art and commerce, but the growth of art needs soil, and commerce is the soil of art.

Huayin Laojiao once faced the grim reality that the inheritance was broken and would be lost, not that their children didn't like the old one, people always had to live.

If the craft can't make money, the craftsman will starve to death, and the craft will naturally be lost.

Throughout the ages, only those who can eat and drink enough can support new blood.

Through "The Strongest New Band" and the Spring Festival Gala, Huayin's old voice has been reborn, and Uncle Ximin has also begun to accept students, although not too much, but everything is developing in a good direction.

Therefore, they are also very grateful to Cao Wu who helped them a lot, and when Cao Wu invited them to participate in the concert, they also agreed, and they didn't want a penny of performance fees.

The audience gave them warm applause, and Uncle Ximin and others raised their hands with a smile and waved to greet everyone.

"Have you heard enough?" Cao Wu suddenly raised his hand and asked loudly.

"Nope!"

"Uncle Ximin?" Cao Wu looked back at Zhang Ximin, who raised the Yueqin and yelled, "Man!"

"Hey!"

The old artists stomped their feet in unison!

Zhang Ximin pointed domineeringly.

"Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan!"

"Hey!"

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

"Hey!"

"The nostalgia can't be sung!"

"Hey!"

"The story doesn't end!"

"Hey!"

"Rip out your throat!"

"Hey!"

"Huayin's old voice wants to shout!"

With Uncle Ximin's order, Yueqin, Banhu, Dagong, Horse Gong, Yingong, War Drum, Shocking Wood, Gangu, Bangzi, and Zhongling all went into battle!

Fifty drummers on the musicians' bench stepped on the kick drum!

The heart of the eight-hundred-mile Qinchuan giant is beating heavily!

"Huayin's old voice wants to shout!"

Cao Wu stood in front of the microphone, his body was straight, and his voice was high-pitched and soaring into the sky!

The sound of fifty guitarists gathered together, and even if the volume was lowered, the surging momentum directly made all the audience breathless!

"Shout that giant spirit splitting Huashan!"

Under the leadership of Lele, the same fifty Genyin soldiers turned into big hands on the construction site, and fiercely plucked the electrified steel bars, which shook people's temples suddenly!

"Shout that old dragon out of Qinchuan!"

The green tendons on Cao Wu's neck burst out, and his eyes widened with anger, as if all the strength of his body had turned into this shout!

What he sang was the version of the Spring Festival Gala between Phymina and the old team, and the arrangement at that time was also done by him remotely.

He didn't lower the key, he sang the female key completely with a male voice, but the momentum was a hundred times overbearing!

In the audience, countless people were so happy to sing this voice that they flew into the sky!

This is the rock rooted in the Loess Plateau, it's fucking strong!

"Shouting that the Yellow River has turned a corner!"

Cao Wu opened his hands, today he was in a wonderful state, his voice opened directly, and he sang extremely enjoyable.

The audience listened to it even more enjoyable, more than half of the charm of the music was on the scene, and the effect heard from the TV was far less shocking than what was heard through the state-of-the-art sound equipment.

"Zhou Qinhan!

"Let's face the loess with our backs to the sky!"

"In my dream, the Yellow River is clear!"

"The road to heaven, let's go to Chang'an!"

Not only Chang'an people understand the power in this song, but Chang'an people must have the deepest feelings about this power.

Especially when Uncle Ximin sang in a pure old dialect "Liang Liang, the earth is high, not afraid of sweat beads falling eight petals", many people couldn't help but have red eyes.

Only those who live in this yellow earth can understand the hard work of their ancestors in the soil.

The northwest man cut off his head, and the blood in his cavity was also burned for three points, which was a vitality that had not been cut off for thousands of years!

After Uncle Ximin and the others left, the applause still lasted for three minutes, and this applause was not for the black hole, but for the respect for the people who grew on this land.

The Black Hole Band has an indissoluble bond with Chang'an, and they really began to become popular when they started with a song from a dynasty related to the origin of the name Chang'an.

When the camel bell rang, a raised square sign suddenly appeared in the audience, and together they formed a picture.

In the desert under the blood-colored sun, on the top of the sand dunes in the distance, a camel caravan is moving forward, which is the cover of Black Hole's first album "Rock on the Road of New Life".

At the same time, the majestic electric guitar mixed with the turbulent timpani and the big gong directly occupied the audience!

The orchestra of 200 people and the top symphony orchestra in Chang'an swept away the wind and sand of history, and brought the audience back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty in an instant!

Cao Wu said lazily.

"Chrysanthemum Ancient Sword, and wine!"

"Brewed with coffee into the hustle and bustle of the courtyard!"

"The alien race worships the moon of the ancients at the Temple of the Sun,"

"The prosperous era of Kaiyuan is fascinating!"

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed!

The audience then chanted, "Wind!"

"I can't blow away the hatred!"

"Flowers!"

"I can't dye through the nostalgia!"

"Snow!"

"You can't print mountains and rivers!"

"Moon!"

"You can't fulfill your ancient dream!"

"Along the palm prints, branded with fate!"

"Wake up tonight without a dream!"

"Follow fate, go into myths,"

"Back to the Tang Dynasty in my dream!"

Cao Wu pressed down the crank hard, and the scream of the guitar was high-pitched along with his singing!

Fifty rhythm guitars set him up for the toughest rhythm ever!

Everyone in the band wore headsets, and at this moment, all of them became the lead singers, and the chorus reverberated throughout the venue!

"The bright moon is reflected in the cup tonight, and the men and women are busy weaving the Silk Road!"

"The bright moon is reflected in the cup tonight, and the treasure is outstanding!"

"The bright moon is reflected in the cup tonight, and the words of paper and ink are full of rivers!"

"The bright moon is reflected in the cup tonight, and the heroic spirit is bright!"

All the audience at the scene is a black hole harmony group!

The dark flag is flying again!

Suddenly, as soon as the musical instrument stopped, the lights of the sub-stage turned on, and Mr. Ma Lanyu, one of the four famous Dans of the Qin Dynasty, was dressed in green clothes and strolled out of the stage.

"Recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, Xiaoyi still has thousands of rooms. ”

"The rice is fat and the corn is white, and the public and private warehouses are abundant. ”

"There are no jackals on the roads of Kyushu, and the sun rises far away. ”

"Qi Su Lu is in the car class, and the male ploughing and the female mulberry are not lost. ”

"The saint in the palace plays the cloud gate, and all friends in the world are glue painted. ”

Knock knock!

Batuu's crescendo drum beat and symphony orchestra's timpani are back in action!

Cao Wu slammed the neck to the top, and a high-pitched and gorgeous solo appeared!

Immediately afterwards, a choir of 200 musicians sang loudly!

"Along the palm prints, branded with fate!"

"Wake up tonight without a dream!"

"Follow fate, go into myths,"

"Back to the Tang Dynasty in my dream!"

The chorus of 40,000 people floated over Chang'an City.

At night, Chang'an City is brightly lit and lit with neon.

Countless people walked through it, the vehicles were still busy, and the high-speed lights continued into the distance.

The Tang Dynasty only needs to dream back, and the prosperous era is in the present!