"The slave family admires, and the heart is convinced!" Xiao Yinfei admitted defeat, at least this round, she didn't take it down, there are three rounds of fighting, as the loser of last year, she and the old men around her, as long as they win one round, after all, this kind of fighting song is just a cultural exchange, influencing everyone, and winning a lottery, not a real war competition, so there is nothing to win or lose in the strict sense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 In terms of culture, all the countries in this world combined, don't want to compete with the Southern Empire in calligraphy, and even in painting, the Southern Empire, which has ten buckets to sit in, has long been invincible in the world.

Xiao Yinfei and Elizabeth are not interested in the wins or losses of these so-called national interests, only the scheming old men around Xiao Yinfei breathe heavily, and it seems that they are losing a war related to the glory of the empire.

Elizabeth gracefully stood up and saluted, and then stepped down from the high stage, and at this time, none of the court luthiers who had high hopes dared to come on stage.

A song with so deep charm that it is impossible to fully interpret it, and a song that is so mellow and perfect that it is difficult to surpass, Elizabeth Windsor, the wandering princess who has gone through countless hardships, has gone in front of these old vegetable gangs who only know how to eat, drink, prostitute, play with women, and play some beautiful sounds all day long.

The atmosphere suddenly became calm, and none of the old pianists who knew that they were not sure were willing to risk their lives, and at this time, it was a small shame to show people, and it would be a big trouble to do the errand ordered by the emperor.

The old men glared at each other one by one, twisted their noses, and looked at each other, but none of them dared to go on stage. When Xiao Yinfei saw this, she couldn't help but snort coldly, she had already admitted defeat, and it was even more inappropriate to go up to offer ugliness, the song "Autumn Window Wind and Rain" was actually the limit of her piano technique, and even the lyrics were borrowed from others, but such a beautiful and sad piano music was also defeated by the organ of the holy hand in the piano.

There is no distinction between civilization and music, but there is absolutely a difference between technique and performance. Elizabeth's two performances perfectly unified the technique, mood, verve, and singing skills, without flaws, and she was already invincible, and even the old luthier in the court could not really achieve the fit between body and soul like her, and even the fit between her fingers, could not be perfect.

Those old luthiers, to put it bluntly, don't believe in the music they play in their hands at all, and in their opinion, those music are just things to please people, not classics that can really express a certain idea and a certain belief. The wind of the music of faith has gone, and Xiao Yinfei, who is vaguely aware of this, has not yet grown up, and at this embarrassing juncture, he can only let the wild songs of the barbarians dominate the Central Plains, poison sentient beings, and oppress the temple, which is simply an unbearable humiliation. These old rookie gangsters would not have thought that even Elizabeth herself would not really think that the music of the Central Plains was inferior to the music of her hometown, and the civilization of the Central Plains was inferior to the civilization of her hometown. There is never a difference between high and low levels in music, only between how well it is played and what is not good.

At this moment, when the atmosphere gradually became dull, the silver-colored figure slowly stood up and slowly walked towards the empty high platform.

“listentome.” The deep voice and gentle tone made the atmosphere of the audience suddenly condense. Although Yinchen has silver eyes and silver hair, but in the end, he has the pearls issued by the Southern Empire and the crown of the Hanlin Academy's lectures, he has already been branded as the Southern Empire, and it is impossible for him to be recognized as a person from other vassal powers, not to mention, no one in this world stipulates that officials of the Southern Empire cannot learn a few foreign languages.

Yinchen hugged his fist and saluted around, his actions made the people below a little commotion, which was the etiquette of the Jianghu people who have been passed down for thousands of years in the Central Plains, representing chivalrous justice, representing fortitude and integrity, and representing honesty and loyalty. His movements, and his words, are almost complete polarizations. The words of the Principality of Oran, the style of the Central Plains inheritance, made his whole person shrouded in a huge mystery at this time.

Elizabeth was completely frozen, and that gentle and humble Oran almost shattered the strength she had relied on to travel thousands of miles all these years.

It was the native voice of her dreams, the tenderness that she could only hope for in her deepest fantasies.

She was completely defenseless, and there was no way to imagine that such a vulgar fellow who would smash people with gold bricks, such a man who wanted to weave silver into silk threads and wear it on his body like a turtle, was actually a man who was erudite and proficient in the European language, and was such a personable and gentle and kind person, then he was staring at himself like a disciple just now......

Elizabeth was shocked to realize that it was the first time she had spoken in her native language during this evening!

Elizabeth stared at him for a moment, hoping to see something from his stern and indifferent appearance, but she was disappointed, and the gentleness of Silver Dust, the grace of Silver Dust, and the grace of Silver Dust, were not only directed at herself.

He had just said it to everyone, even though that one sentence in the Oran language seemed to contain too much information.

Silver Dust sat down, his hands empty, and his silver fingertips lit up with purple magic light. A huge black piano, with no strings and only many black and white keys, suddenly appeared on the high platform that attracted everyone's attention. It's not an ordinary piano, it's a magic piano, it's a magic item that casts magic and can use a piano to play a whole band.

The aura of the precious light vessel pierces people's eyes. The four big characters of "World Inheritance" on the piano seem to contain infinite deep meaning.

The ten fingers of silver pressed the keyboard, but what flowed out of the demonized qin was not some mountain and flowing water, not Bakh Mozart, but a battlefield song filled with gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood.

The first thing that the demonized piano is the thunderous drum beat and the furious roar of the electric guitar. When metal rock music was first played on this planet, it did not become a terrifying and crazy magic sound, as some cynics had expected, but brought a deep shock to the soul.

It was the voice of jihad.

It was advanced with the whole era, theater metal.

“TodayIkilled，hewasjustaboy

(He was just a kid when I killed him yesterday.) ）

Eightbeforehim，Iknewthemall

(I knew all eight people before him.) ）

Inthefieldsadyingoath:

(On the field, the oath before death)

I?dkillthemalltosavemyown

(I'm going to kill them and save myself)

Cutmefree，Bleedwithme，Ohno

(Let me be free, let me bleed, no!)

Onebyone，Wewillfall，downdown

(One by one, we're going to fall)

Pulltheplug，Endthepain，Run?nfightforlife

(Pull out the arrow, end the pain, fight for life)

Holdontight，thisain?tmyfight

(Hold on, this is not my battlefield)

Delivermefromthiswar

(Keep me away from war)

It?snotformeit?sbecauseofyou

() Not for me, but for you)

Devil?sinstantmyeternity

(Evil instantly occupies my eternity)

Obeytokilltosaveyourself

(Follow the Kill, Save Yourself)

“Ienvythe9livesthatgavemehell

(I'm jealous of those nine hellish lives)

Mypathmadeupbytheirtornbodies

(My way is over their torn bodies)

Mantoman，soldiertosoldier，dusttodust

(Man to man, warrior to warrior, dust and dust)

CallmeacowardbutIcan?ttakeitanymore“

(Call me a coward, but I can't take it anymore)

Theywaitformebackhome

(They're waiting for me to come back)

Thelivewitheyesturnedaway

(The visionary creature is gone)

Theywerethefirstonestosee

(They are the first to see)

Theyarethelastonestobleed

(They are the last to shed blood)

“Theultimatehighasallbeautifuldies

(The ultimate height, is gorgeous death)

Aruler?stool，priest?sexcuse，tyrant?sdelight...

() The tools of the ruler, the privileges of the priests, the joy of the tyrants)

Ialone，thegreatwhitehunter

(I'm Alone, Great White Hunter)

I?llmarchtillthedawnbringsmerest

(I will move on until dawn I rest)

10thpatriotatthegallow?spole!“

(Become the tenth patriot at the grave!)

The moment the low male voice with a frosted hoarse voice sounded, the air seemed to silently shatter the barrier of nothingness, a faith, a persistence, an accusation, a rebellion, a majesty, it seemed that at that moment, it was pushed into the depths of everyone's soul.

It was another civilization, groaning in pain deep in the ruins of war.

It was another group of steel warriors, relying on brilliant magic and flesh to face the horrors of millions of armor.

Jihad is never a joke. Whether it is the Principality of Oran in order to protect its own church, or the magicians in order to protect their own galaxy, their fighting, their blood and tears, even if the millions of years of precipitation buried in the ruins of war are forgotten and erased for millions of years, they will still never die.

In this world, no, it should be said that no matter in which world, the history of war can never be buried.

Don't give up, don't forgive, don't let the facts get swept under the rug. The lies written in ink can't cover up the broken swords and white bones in the depths of the loess after all, and the fate of the foolish people is to be fooled by the people to the end.

Even with a hoarse bass instead of the original female vocals, the "10thManDown" was absolutely more powerful than any piece that had been played in the evening.

Silver Dust's performance was not perfect, not even great, but his music, his voice, had long since merged with his feelings, his will, his beliefs, and became a roar that penetrated the soul. Theatre metal, a form of music that has never been seen before in this world. It does not have the sacred beauty of the Oulan court music, nor the ethereal and distant music of the Central Plains, only the unyielding, brilliant, and holy that wraps under the seemingly manic accent.

No matter how gorgeous the appearance, how exquisite, how politically correct, and how much it conforms to the mainstream in the eyes of the ruler, music without soul, thought, perception, or even pain can only be reduced to the bottom.

The fertile soil of the Central Plains, the Southern Empire, is not without "Mountains and Flowing Water", not without "Guangling San", but when you meet a group of mediocre musicians who can only play "Yushu Backyard Flowers", and meet a poor king who is only willing to listen to the beautiful sound and drink and have fun, how can you compete with the music saints who really run thousands of miles for music, for themselves, and for faith, and are in eternal exile?

The Southern Empire did not lose in inheritance, but in people.

Silver Dust's singing made Elizabeth cry.

She finally knew that this "vulgar" silver-covered guy, the local tyrant she looked down on the most for throwing gold bars, was actually the only person who really understood her music completely since she left her home country until today, and the only bosom friend who was completely and completely thorough.

He understood her. He heard the charm of the tragic and poignant final holy war in "The Song of Notre-Dame", so he answered himself with a real holy war song. He knows Oulan, he understands Oulan's music, he even understands the limits of Oulan's music, and understands that she has already reached the limit of Yili's tanbaining, and she can't be an inch into the depressed artistic mind, so he came, he stepped on this stage to open another door of music and art for himself, for Oulan, and for the whole world.

His music is another form of expression that Elizabeth has never understood, or even thought of. With a variety of voices that are simple and manic, and even savage and rude, they are combined into a magnificent and tragic movement like a holy war. The plebeian of rock, the aristocracy of the theater, the rebellion of the metal style, the holiness of the temple style, and the hedging of the two are perfectly combined, becoming a real artistic model that has never appeared in this world.

At the end of the song, no one applauded.

No one dared to move, no one dared to make a sound, because everyone was still indulging in the huge shock and impact. Accustomed to listening to the ethereal and distant bell music, tired of listening to the gorgeous tenderness of silk and bamboo singing and dancing, and even afraid of the noise of gongs and drums in the market, tired of listening to the fixed routines of big operas and small songs, suddenly, caught off guard, this manic like a battlefield, sad like a prayer, holy like the voice of heaven, for everyone here, it is like an enlightenment.

Elizabeth gracefully and slowly walked up to the stage even in the silence that seemed to be after an earthquake.

She was still holding her magic harp, her face was flushed, she looked very gorgeous and lovely, her eyes were full of bright tears, which made her eyes themselves look bluer than usual, her eye circles were already red, her chest was full of agitated emotions, which made her breathing become violent, and her voice became trembling:

"Nice to meet you, sir, I'm Elizabeth Windsor......" she gasped and said in Oran.

"Silverdust Artregaim, fortunately. Silver Dust replied politely.

"What's your last name?" Elizabeth said in surprise, "Are you from Oulan?"

"No, I've never been from Oulan, and I have nothing to do with the Western Regions. It's inconvenient to reveal my origin, in short, I'm a pure Central Plains person now. Silver Dust explained fluently in Oran, that is, English.