From the quiet and peaceful beginning, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, to the advent of the crisis, the mountain rain was coming, and the change was extremely abrupt, and the suona tightened everyone's heartstrings.

The ensuing dense drumbeat of rolling thunder escalated this crisis, coupled with the immersive picture scroll on the stage, which brought everyone a sense of urgency of being overwhelmed.

The pipa that sounded immediately afterwards became even more urgent. Although at the original Spring Festival song and dance performance, Caifeng once performed a period of killing, which was similar to the ten-sided ambush, but at this moment, the real ten-sided ambush bounced, and immediately showed a stronger effect, making the audience feel like they were enemies in front and back.

The picture of a beautiful and harmonious life of living and working in peace and contentment has been introduced into the hearts of the audience by the first two tracks, and this life is about to be broken at this time, so that everyone has a kind of expectation in addition to worrying, the expectation of defeating the enemy and keeping the homeland.

In the box on the second floor, the marshal, Tang Chuxue, and Wu Tianfeng were deeply touched, they knew very well that the situation of the empire at the beginning was really similar to an ambush on all sides, as long as there was a hole in the defense, the eight kingdoms of Xuanyuan Tianzong would attack at any time.

At this point, the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe and its assistant performers have not yet taken the stage, and the audience's emotions have been fully mobilized by the effects of various musical instruments, coupled with visual impact.

The sound of the pipa became more and more urgent, and a shouting and killing sound like a tide sounded, far away in the sky but rapidly approaching, and the big war was about to start!

"The enemy is coming!" the audience shouted as the thought came out, and the shouts of killing were getting louder and louder from far and near. This oppressive feeling made everyone tense their muscles.

"Huh~" The curtain on the stage changed again, and three picture scrolls fell, depicting the scene of the enemy's soldiers approaching the city, the smoke rising everywhere, and fighting everywhere.

The ambush on all sides continues. The eager and rapid plucking of the strings deduces the incomparably tragic battlefield killing.

By this time, the shouts of killing had already arrived, and hundreds of soldiers rushed out from the left side of the stage.

At first, everyone thought that Yiqiē was all an interpretation of the track, and shouting and killing was just a cooperation, but no one expected that someone would really come out, and they couldn't help but be taken aback.

But before everyone could react, a war drum sounded, shaking the sound of the killing pipa through a gap.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock......" The war drums invigorated people's hearts and aroused people's blood. Right side of the stage. One hundred and ten soldiers also rushed out, and instantly collided with the three hundred soldiers on the opposite side.

The sword was unsheathed, shouting and killing, and the two sides fought against the background of the huge picture.

The sound of the lute continues. The war drums roared, and the stage was only a few hundred square meters. These hundreds of people fought extremely crowded. But it is precisely in this way that a real battlefield battle scene is deduced.

"Either one person doesn't go up, or you can make a stage with hundreds of people at once, Jiang Xingchen's design is really unexpected. On the high platform on the second floor, Feng Xuanzhang thought so.

And the marshal. Tang Chuxue and Wu Tianfeng stared at the two warring sides on the stage with solemn expressions.

The audience was completely brought into the play. All of them are looking forward to their own victory, to kill the enemy, to keep their country, to keep that kind of life of peace and contentment.

However, contrary to expectations, the development of the stage was exactly the opposite of what the audience expected. The sound of the lute became more and more urgent, and the sound of the drum gradually faded after a single blow.

In the end, the hundred soldiers on the right were finally outnumbered and all died on the battlefield.

"Hey~" The audience couldn't help but sigh heavily, as if they were holding their breath in their chests. Many people clenched their fists and wanted to go on stage and fight in person.

The drums stopped, the lute, and there were three more scrolls, on which were pictures of a breached city, with ruins everywhere. The ruined wheat fields, the golden wheat waves turned into a wilderness.

On the picture scroll, there are four lines of big characters written vertically: the country is broken by mountains and rivers, the city is deep in spring and the grass and trees are deep, the flowers splash tears when you feel it, and you hate to say goodbye to the birds.

In just four sentences, the situation of the destruction of the country and the death of the family was deeply imprinted in everyone's consciousness.

At this time, at the front of the stage, the curtain slowly lowers, completely blocking the stage.

In the box on the second floor, Wu Tianfeng muttered: "It turns out that this is the war part in front...... But we obviously won this battle, why did this kid's performance result be lost. ”

The marshal shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe he has some novel design!"

Several judges said: "In terms of dance performance, it is really outstanding to be able to perform so well with only the instruments and stage design. It is estimated that everyone was unconsciously brought into the atmosphere he created. ”

"That's right!" Dingbei Hou nodded, and then sighed: "It's just looking at the grievances, how can you lose!"

Tang Chuxue's eyes lit up at this time, and she said with a smile: "Don't you look forward to the later performances now, what will happen after we are defeated! Are you looking forward to a backhand immediately and defeat the other party?"

"Yes!" the faces of the few people were stunned, and only then did they understand.

Wu Tianfeng looked at Tang Chuxue and said secretly in his heart: "How can she understand that kid's thoughts so well, do they have a leg?"

If Jiang Xingchen knew Wu Tianfeng's thoughts, he would be so depressed that he hit the wall with his head: "Where is this, it's just suppressed first and then raised, put it on our earth, children can guess it!"

At this time, the audience also woke up from the atmosphere created by the repertoire and began to discuss.

"In the picture scroll just now, on the other side of the canyon, those enemies with black armor will be the Black Armored Knights!"

"In the distance of the front scroll is the banner of the Tianyi Kingdom...... In the painting is the station of the First Legion, which was the battle not long ago!"

"But didn't we win that battle?"

"This is the stage design, it's just borrowing from that big battle!"

"After the defeat, it won't be just like that, the later tracks must be related to the front, this is Bauhinia's usual method, and this is the case with Xiaoao Jianghu!"

"Yes, the later repertoire must have won back!"

"Until now, the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe has not played......

"Don't talk, here we go!"

The curtain of the stage slowly rose, and in the middle of the stage, Jiang Xingchen sat alone on a chair, his eyes slightly closed, and his erhu in his hand.

One of the paintings behind it is still a broken wall. The two paintings depict people displaced, starving, hungry and cold.

What the scene showed was completely different from what the audience expected, it was not at all what they imagined, they immediately fought back and won back, but a more miserable picture after the big battle.

The bowstring sounded, and the erhu sounded like a sad cry.

Unique timbre, unexpected graphics. all made the audience have stronger expectations for the music behind, and they were unconsciously pulled into the atmosphere created by Jiang Xingchen.

In the box on the second floor, as soon as several judges heard this song, they immediately hid in the corner and covered their ears with their hands. Bowed his head.

"What are these guys doing, this song is very good. Why did they react so much?" Feng Xuanzhang shook his head suspiciously. I didn't bother with a few judges.

At the back of the stage, the old man looked at Jiang Xingchen and was a little speechless, this kid really used Erquan Yingyue, isn't he afraid of affecting the audience's feelings. If you kid have a kind, just come back to the apprehension.

Jiang Xingchen said secretly while pulling the erhu: "It's good to abuse a little! And the more brutal the front. Will it be cooler later?"

I have to say that Erquan Yingyue really interpreted the sorrow of the world to the fullest, coupled with the defeat of the previous war, the country was ruined. Many more sensual girls have already been unable to control their feelings, and there are many whispering and mourning voices in the venue.

Feng Xuanzhang on the second floor finally knew why several judges avoided it, this song was too miserable, and he couldn't help but feel pantothenic acid in his heart. Marshal, Chu Xue, Wu Tianfeng, Dingbei Hou, what are you all doing with your heads down.

Just when the audience was at its lowest ebb, the sound of the erhu gradually disappeared, and the drum beat resounded at a few o'clock.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock...... "This is a rhythm that people are very familiar with, and everyone's spirit is shocked, and the mood suddenly changes dramatically: "Men should be self-reliant, as expected, they are going to rise!"

The picture scroll has changed again, one is the officer calling on the people, the other is the excitement of the crowd, and the other is countless people fighting and practicing martial arts.

Immediately after, a hundred soldiers ran onto the stage and lined up in a neat formation. Jiang Xingchen also put down the erhu and stood at the forefront with a suona in his hand.

I don't know if it was too suppressed in front, the moment Jiang Xingchen opened his mouth to sing, many viewers in the audience couldn't help but sing along, suppressing Jiang Xingchen's voice.

Everyone in the box on the second floor was taken aback, and couldn't help but look down, only to see that the audience below was in high spirits, and almost all the people in the seats stood up.

"This kid is simply a master of mobilizing emotions, he didn't sing a word in the previous performance, and he completely controlled the audience's emotions with just the musical instruments and stage background!" Feng Xuanzhang couldn't help but admire.

Seeing the audience singing along, Jiang Xingchen smiled, and while trying to use the greatest breath, he motioned to the soldiers in the rear.

When there was a gap between the lyrics, the soldiers shouted loudly, making the audience's momentum higher and higher.

The old man was stunned backstage: "These audiences are crazy, do they need this?"

"This song is the most widely circulated, and the audience will sing it in the first place! Even if they usually sing along quietly, coupled with the depression of the atmosphere in front of them, the love can be released once, of course, this will happen...... Jiang Xingchen said, this is called first suppressing and then rising!" Wanrou replied with a smile on the side.

The old man was speechless for a moment, he didn't understand what Wanrou said at all. However, listening to the catchy melody, he really couldn't help but want to hum a couple of sentences.

At the end of the first paragraph, there was no gentle encouragement. The audience was amazed when an extremely penetrating, high-pitched voice pierced the eardrums.

The moment this voice sounded, they could hear it, and the sound that tore apart the peace just now was this voice at this time.

The same instrument, the effect before and after is completely different, the previous danger is imminent, now it is exciting.

The sound of suona is getting higher and higher, as if it is about to penetrate the roof, and the audience holds their breath, only to feel that their momentum is getting higher and higher with the tune.

Finally, the interlude ended, and the accumulated momentum of the audience came out with the lyrics: "Let Haitian gather energy for me......"

A huge roar converged, and the venue buzzed. (To be continued......)