Under the stage, the presidents and high-level leaders of several well-known universities in Chang'an were present.

Many people from the Northwest Historical Society also received free tickets from Gu Xiaobai as a thank you for accompanying the tour guide for several days.

Just now, when they saw the Han Iron Army, the second general Wei Huo, and Youyou Zhongnan, they were already excited, and they couldn't wait to take a small notebook to record it.

Although it is only a glimpse, it is shocking.

And at this moment, a grand picture scroll unfolded in front of him!

Han Chang'an City!

Outside the city gate, the dwellings are scattered, the strange ones are connected, the pedestrians are weaving, and the life of the Han Dynasty is like a busy traffic.

When the majestic gate appeared in front of them, when the men and women waving their sleeves sang and danced outside the city, their faces gradually became dull.

Two thousand two hundred years ago, Jiang Wei was dressed in civilian clothes, took his companions, and distributed copper coins to passers-by.

"Just go dancing and make money?"

"It's not a lie, is it......?"

"Isn't there a fool in this world who would throw coins like this?"

"This is the order of the champion Lord Hou, do you dare to question it?

"Won't I be ashamed if I don't dance well......?"

"What are you afraid of, don't you see that the big smell is on?"

"The big stink knows that he drills into the women's group, this is ill-intentioned! Tsk, and I'm not afraid of breaking my third leg!"

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy......" The three children jumped and ran over, rushed to the bald head beside Jiang Wei, and stretched out their hands to ask for coins, "We want to dance too!

The bald head looked at the three little ones, scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at the money in his hand, and was still hesitating, Jiang Wei next to him had already grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the hands of several children, "Take it, go buy something delicious!"

The bald head touched his head and laughed embarrassedly.

Many children followed suit and joined the crowd of young and old, singing and dancing outside the city gates.

The soldiers guarding the gate outside the city gate looked at the singing and dancing crowd with a smile and followed the footsteps.

Suddenly, a neighing of horses was heard in the distance.

A white horse, coming from the dust.

The faces of the soldiers guarding the door became serious, and Jiang Wei and his companions also made a noise and stood up straight.

Champion Hou!

Now the soldiers of the whole Han Dynasty, which one doesn't want to fight with the champion Hou, and doesn't want to establish an immortal career with the champion Hou!

The sound of the flute became higher and faster, like joy and sorrow.

At this point, the camera zooms out directly above your head, looking down below.

A white horse passed through the crowd of singing and dancing, through the towering city gate, through the wide street, through the official offices, through the market......

The streets of Chang'an 2,200 years ago were once so prosperous and noisy, but they have all been blown away by the rain and wind......

Thousands of years later, the world we live in will also be different from people.

When the time comes, will there be people staring at our times, speechless?

The flute twisted and turned, gradually lowered, and the camera slowly became lower, pulling to the back of the young general, as he crossed the stone road, crossed the arched bridge, crossed the downtown area, leaped over the low fence, and passed through the Taixue who read aloud, suddenly, the flute roared sharply!

With a bang, the eyes suddenly opened up!

A majestic palace appears in front of you.

Weiyang Palace!

The Forbidden Palace is majestic, the guardian Sensen, this may be the greatest Forbidden Palace throughout the ages!

This palace, which is six times larger than the Forbidden City, has been the center of the world's greatest empire, politics and power for thousands of years.

The magnificent China, 5,000 years of civilization, condensed in a palace forbidden.

At the bottom of the stage, the historians stood up suddenly, looking at the huge palace complex that stood majestically and seemed to have traveled through more than 2,000 years to reach the front of them, and burst into tears.

Just seeing such a glance with my own eyes seems to be enough to comfort my life.

Every brick and tile, every grass and tree is so vivid.

It seems that if you stretch out your hand, you can touch it.

At this time, the knight on the horse galloped all the way along the square in front of the gate.

The sergeant guarding in front of the gate slowly pushed open the two gates, and the white horse galloped in, and the camera advanced from under the gate, suddenly leaving the perspective of the young knight and advancing rapidly.

Crossing the palace forbidden, through the steps and trees.

A man dressed in the emperor's costume stood in front of the distant hall, standing with his hands in his hands, staring into the distance.

The wind music sounded, and the neat unison created an uneasy but fierce atmosphere, and then the strings jumped the bow fiercely, as if there were swords and soldiers coming out together, fighting on the battlefield!

3rd Movement: Mutiny: Jade Fall!

If Liu Che, who was standing in the front hall and staring at his nephew who came from a horse in the distance, knew the name of this movement, he would definitely throw him into the prison, and then ...... Starve him for three days and then spank him again.

The flute song "Ancient Chang'an" actually describes the decline of the Tang Dynasty, but what Gu Xiaobai created is the image of a strong man!

The original song is fierce and confusing here, and the same flute song, Gu Xiaobai blows it out, but it is domineering.

Gu Xiaobai stood on the stage, his white clothes fluttering, and the bass flute was as gentle as water.

Behind him is a strong man.

The emperor of the ages who stood on the stage with his hands in his hands.

A peerless military god who galloped on horseback.

The forbidden army stood proudly on both sides.

Countless palaces are heavy.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the camera rotates, centering on the young man on the horse and the middle-aged emperor standing on the steps, surrounding the entire palace forbidden, over and over again.

Two thousand two hundred years ago, the guards who stood tall lowered their voices and whispered after Gu Xiaobai ran over.

"Champion Hou has been particularly fond of galloping in the palace recently. ”

"That's because the champion Lord Hou is used to the vastness of the wasteland, and it's really uncomfortable not to ride a lap every day......"

"Then you don't need to ride a horse in the palace. ”

"In this Chang'an City, in addition to the palace, where can you find such a vast road where you can run wildly......"

"Extremely, extremely!"

If this horse is galloping wildly, I am afraid that the soldiers will complain to death at this time.

But who is riding the horse at this time?

The champion of the world!

"If the champion Hou fights in the desert again one day, I will also go with the army, and the man should make meritorious contributions and ride the horse!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Suddenly, the tremor of Gu Xiaobai's belly on the stage was added to the rapid wheel fingers, and the flute sounded like a wild bee flying, up and down, fast and slow.

The camera zooms out and overlooks the entire Weiyang Palace.

Then fly around.

Sweep past the front hall, the pepper room hall, sweep the wing room, the corridor, the corner tower, the palace wall, the garden......

It's dazzling.

The historians below the stage had tears streaming wildly from the corners of their eyes, and they were writing down the small books in their hands.

How many tears flowed, and the little book in his hand remembered how fast.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the flute, and Gu Xiaobai exhaled with all his might, but he deflected his mouth, like a teenager who couldn't play the flute, and he couldn't play the flute.

It's like the other side of history, someone sighed.

The sound of the flute became mournful.

The strings are soothing, low, like a flowing river, washing over everything in the world.

Fourth Movement: Tang Dynasty Smoke and Clouds!

But it's not just the smoke clouds of the Tang Dynasty.