"You lied, you weren't at all, I was there." Yun Chuchu's face flushed, and he was extremely angry.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Yun Chuchu.

"It's you who lie, you Orientals, you just can't afford to lose, for the sake of face, you can do anything, if you don't believe it, we will speak with strength." Tony said unhurriedly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man from before said to the blonde old man: "Master York, let Tony pretend, what if you are exposed?" ”

"No, he only opened half of the microphone, and the other half was the music on the video, who can hear it?" The old blonde man sneered.

"What if the real person in the video shows up?" The middle-aged man asked worriedly.

"Where did he dare to appear, do you really think that there are people in the world who can achieve such an artistic conception? It was definitely a fake video that had been processed, so if he wanted to appear, he was just humiliating himself. Master York sneered.

At this point, Tony began to play.

As soon as his performance came out, it surprised everyone.

"It looks like it's like the sound on the video."

"The artistic conception seems to be the real artistic conception."

"Dongfang Xiaohuang, after all, it is just our wishful thinking."

After the song was played, Tony proudly looked at the silent scene of Yaque, very satisfied with the effect.

Then, there was an uproar.

"Alas, our folk music is really not art."

"It's not even a Western simulation, so what else can we talk about?"

"These old-fashioned folk music in the East should be swept into the garbage heap."

Many viewers directly began to ridicule, especially some so-called elites who think that the moon is rounder in the West, and they are even more ridiculous.

Looking at the reaction from the audience, Tony was extremely proud.

Dongfang Xiaohuang, get out of the way.

But at this moment, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down again, and a pair of eyes looked at the stage in amazement.

Tony thought they were looking at him at first, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and immediately turned his head to look.

Then he saw a figure standing behind, like a sword out of its sheath, above the world.

Everyone felt the momentum, and their hearts trembled for it.

It's just that this person's face is as blurred as light and shadow.

"Fake, who the fuck are you?" Tony snapped.

"Dongfang Xiaohuang." Han Qing said lightly.

"You...... You fart, you are the Emperor of Dongfang, so who am I? Tony was furious.

"You're just a fart, get out of the way, you grabbed the video audio track and synthesized it, and you even blew it like this shit, and you have the face to call yourself the Emperor of Xiao." Han Qing rebuked unceremoniously.

The momentum on Han Qing's body was like a mountain, directly pressing Tony back again and again.

"I oriental instrumental music, five thousand years of glory, the flute master Qingyue, the flute master is vast, the pipa is as rapid as rain, the piano is like a pouring ocean, the suona goes to the sky and the earth, the big drum wind and thunder are agitated, how can you be defiled."

"Now, let you Xiyi see what real oriental pleasure is."

Han Qing's voice was sonorous, and it was easy to inspire the pride in the hearts of all the audience present.

One by one, they were short of breath and looked expectantly at the figure on the stage that seemed to stand up to the sky.

At this moment, an ebony hole flute appeared in Han Qing's hand and placed it between his lips.

In an instant, the sound of the vast flute was like a wave, booming.

Without any foreshadowing, it goes straight to the soul.

The sound of the flute is like a collection of thousands of years of history in the East, and it is extremely magnificent.

Everyone seemed to see a magnificent picture, slowly unfolding in front of them, and their souls were directly pulled into it to feel this splendid civilization and history.

Even those Western music masters were dumbfounded, feeling how small they were in front of this picture scroll.

"This ...... Is it the heritage of the East? ”

"Only a thick history can blow this heaviness, and this indescribable pride."

"Only in the East can there be such an artistic conception, just like the sky and the sun, which makes people unable not to indulge in it."

These high-ranking masters of Western music were all impressed.

The more than 10,000 spectators present were in tears, lamenting the former glory of the Orient and lamenting the pride that is gradually being lost.

In the end, as the sound of the flute continues to rise, that kind of emotion is integrated into it, like a storm crashing on the shore, making people want to roar, want to laugh, and want to cry.

"Dongfang Xiaohuang, this is the real Dongfang Xiaohuang." Lin Yifeng, the leader of the Chinese Orchestra, trembled with excitement and muttered while shedding tears.

"It turns out that this is the real artistic conception." The blonde old man lost his soul.

Tony, who was on the edge of the stage, sat directly on the ground, his eyes glazed and his face pale.

"Dongfang Xiaohuang ......" Ye Ziyi flushed excitedly.

"I'm going to marry him, I'm going to give him monkeys." Ning Tianzhen said incoherently.

Yun Chuchu in the stands below was also looking at Han Qing on the stage in a trance.

This time, she can be sure that the one in front of her is the real Dongfang Xiao Huang.

Because, he still has that damn familiarity in him.

"Han Qing......" Yun Chuchu In an instant, a figure appeared in his mind.

But then, she shook her head self-deprecatingly.

It's impossible, Han Qing and Dongfang Xiaohuang can't get along at all.

At this moment, Han Qing's flute sound became more and more intense, like endless waves constantly exploding.

Eventually, in a distant tone that went straight into the blue, everything calmed down.

But everyone's soul is as if it has been taken out of the body, and it still reverberates in the aftertaste.

It took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses.

Then, there was a wave of applause and roars.

"Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang ......" Originally, this shout was still chaotic, but soon it was uniform, and the roof was about to be torn down.

"Oriental folk music is appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar, there are mountains and flowing waters, there are also Qinglou tunes, art comes from life and is higher than life, inclusiveness is the style of art, and people who say that Oriental folk music is not worthy of art will never become an artist." Han Qing's clear voice echoed in everyone's ears.

After Han Qing finished speaking, he waved his hand.

In an instant, the lights gathered on him went out, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

Ning Tianzhen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at one of the seats.

It was what she left for Han Qing, but there was no one there.

"Innocent, what are you looking at?" Ye Ziyi asked.

"Nothing, I...... Let's go first. Ning Tianzhen was wearing Hanfu and ran out.

"It's not that it's good to eat supper together...... Ye Ziyi said loudly, but Ning Tianzhen had already run away.

In the parking lot outside, a monster-like off-road vehicle was about to start and leave, when suddenly a figure blocked in front, making Han Qing hurriedly brake.