Eighty-thousand-person stadium in the magic capital. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One!" More than 80,000 people in the stadium seemed to have turned into a whole, and they all began to count down with the numbers on the big screen, and the momentum was enough to shock the sky.

As soon as the words of "One" fell, endless fireworks erupted around the 80,000-person stadium in the magic capital, which was beautiful and grand.

This burst of fireworks lasted for three minutes before disappearing, and at the moment when the fireworks disappeared, a burst of passionate drums sounded in the stadium, thick and majestic.

"Knock, knock, knock!" This drum sound seems to have a special charm, as if it can mobilize the atmosphere of the scene, and the atmosphere that was relatively flat just now suddenly becomes intense.

"Hmph, ha, hmph!" At this moment, a series of strong shouts sounded in the stadium.

This "hum" sound seems to be made by one person, and it seems to be made by a group of people, but because the lights have not been turned on yet, the vast majority of the audience at the scene still don't know what the situation is on the stage.

Just when the audience was more irritable, the lights finally turned on.

The first thing that appeared in everyone's eyes was the big drum with eight rows of side by side, and there were almost 60 drummers in sight.

Then, the lights in the middle turned on, and what appeared in front of everyone was about a hundred soldiers wearing ancient Chinese military uniforms, each of them holding a weapon, as if they were practicing a kind of military martial arts!

But it is not the same as the general military martial arts, it is ornamental, and it looks pleasing to the eye.

Many people were fascinated when they saw this scene.

These ancient soldiers first practiced a set of martial arts, and then left quickly.

At this time, the sound of the snare drum also stopped abruptly.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!" After the sound of the strong drums, there was an elegant sound of silk and bamboo.

Then, a group of young men dressed in white costumes appeared in front of everyone, these people, about twenty people, each of them were singing an ancient song loudly, listening to this rhythm and rhyme, it seems to be a poem in the pre-Qin era!

In the pre-Qin era, poems and songs were often linked together, and many poems were recited as poems, but with the accompaniment of musical instruments, what was sung was a song.

In ancient China, information technology was not developed, so it was very inconvenient for people to transmit information from one region to another, so they would compile the poems they had written into songs, and the poems would be transmitted from people's mouths.

Poetry originated from the social life of ancient times, and is a rhythmic and colorful form of language produced by labor production, sexual love, primitive religion, etc.

As the saying goes: "Poetry and words, singing words, sound and eternal, rhythm and harmony." "In this period, poetry, song, music, and dance were all in one. Poetry is lyrics, and it is always sung with music and dance in actual performances, but later poetry, song, music, and dance develop separately and become a body.

At this moment, Yutian is showing the oldest poems in front of everyone.

"Oh my God, what kind of song is this, it feels so rhythmic!" At the scene, more than 20,000 foreigners were boiling, and this was the first time they had heard such a charming poem.

Among them, some foreigners who are more proficient in Chinese civilization are even more shocked.

In fact, at least half of the Chinese people at the scene are not very clear about what is being performed at this time. Not to mention those foreigners.

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The former director of Mango Stage, Ouyang, looked at the performance in front of him, and his eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

"This opening, good, very good!"

"It's not just good, it's full of creativity!" Gong Guoguo, director of Xijiang Satellite TV, did not hesitate to praise his words and said loudly.

"What are they doing here?" In the audience, Thomson couldn't help frowning as he watched the actions of more than twenty people on the stage.

I saw that these people actually laid a big blank sheet of paper on the central stage.

Not only that, but four people came out carrying a large vat.

These abnormal actions made the more than 80,000 viewers at the scene, as well as the billion viewers in front of the TV and the computer, dumbfounded, or rather, their attention was completely attracted by these abnormal behaviors.

"Quick, look at the heavens, the heavens!" Suddenly, an exclamation came into Wu Qiao's ears.

Hearing this voice, Wu Qiao subconsciously looked at the sky.

In the next second, Wu Qiao opened his mouth wide, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen an incredible scene!

I saw a slender man in a white slender Confucian robe carrying a big brush on his backhand, like a god descending from the earth, slowly falling to the ground, oh no, it should be on a white paper.

"This figure seems to be Yutianda!" Looking at the familiar figure, Wu Qiao said in surprise.

In fact, it's not just him, at this moment, at least half of the people at the scene have vaguely guessed the owner of this figure, but the final determination has not yet been made, so no one has shouted it yet.

Finally, a light finally hit the figure.

The next second.

"Yutian, Yutian, Yutian!" The earth-shattering shouts finally rang out.

In the cheers of "Yutian", Yutian finally fell on the blank paper.

And after Yutian landed, Weiya behind him was also interrupted.

And after Yutian landed, the voices in the mouths of the Confucian scholars became even louder.

For a while, the entire 80,000-person stadium in the magic capital seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the time and space of that ancient China.

It was at this time that Yutian finally moved.

I saw Yutian holding a huge pen in both hands, a beautiful pen flower, and then began to dance.

At the same time, the tip of his pen also clicked into the vat from time to time, and the white pen went in, and when it came out, it turned black.

Uten's dance is very interesting, and a variety of movements are made by Uten.

Among them, there are quite a few actions that caused exclamations in the crowd!

"Oh my God, this backflip is going against the sky!"

"God, what do I see, is this an action that humans can do?"

"Oh my God, non-human!" All sorts of exclamations came out of the mouths of the audience.

"I'm curious, what Yutian is drawing!" After the exclamation, everyone began to be curious about Yutian's work.

Although I am curious, because the white paper is spread on the ground, people who sit near it can basically not see it, and those who sit on high places cannot see clearly because of the distance.

This part of the dance took seven minutes to finish.

After the performance, whether it was the more than 20 Confucian scholars who were reciting, or Yutian, they were all a little out of breath.

Among them, Yutian's back is a little undulating.

But it's relieved to think about it, Yutian's amount of exercise is not much less than that of a person who has run a thousand meters, or even more.

Then, Yutian left the blank paper, and in front of more than 80,000 people at the scene and a billion viewers in front of the TV, this huge white paper slowly rose. (To be continued.) )