On the stage, the cameraman operated the big swing arm to scan Yang Hao's entire body 360 degrees.
At this moment, Yang Hao's entire person had become reserved and reserved. There was no longer that kind of ostentation, only a kind of calmness that was ready to be unleashed.
He walked to the front of the stage and placed the zither on the low table that he had prepared beforehand. Then, he knelt down in front of the low table.
The four judges didn't know what to say, as if they were afraid of affecting the atmosphere.
In the end, it was Teacher Liu Huan who asked. "Yang Hao, are you going to sing the Chinese song you mentioned?”
"This one doesn't count." Yang Hao shook his head.
"Then what are you doing?"
"I have to sing this song. Although it's not particularly good, it can best express my heart.”
"Alright, what's the name of this song?”
"Back to the Han and Tang Dynasties."
"Return to the Han and Tang Dynasties? Alright, please begin."
Yang Hao nodded and placed his hands on the zither.
The sound of a zither was heard quickly, followed by the sound of a drum that sounded like it was knocking on the heart. After that, many ancient instruments were played.
There was no zither for the accompaniment of this song. The zither was in Yang Hao's hands and he was playing it live. The other instruments were played by the teachers of the academy without the accompaniment of the guqin.
After the instrument was played, Yang Hao slowly spoke.
The reeds and reeds are green and the white dew is frost
Where are you now?
After going through the vicissitudes of life, I've been lost for a few times
The skirt is faint and finally becomes the sound of silence
I would like to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties and play the horn again to attack the palace merchants
Wearing my Han clothes, I will revive my country of etiquette
I'm willing to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties to write another magnificent chapter of the golden age
Don't be afraid of the road and look at my Chinese men for a long time
Ancient, hesitant, magnanimous, sad, and indignant. All kinds of thoughts appeared in the instrument and sincere voice.
Yang Hao had invested more than 100% of his emotions into the song. It was the expression from the bottom of his heart. He slowly presented a feeling of grief and indignation, even to the point of death, along with the song.
Liu Huan laoshi's face was already covered in tears. There were so many tears that he couldn't wipe them away. In the end, he decided not to wipe them away and allowed them to flow.
Mad Wang and Na Ying were also touched. Their eyes were red, and Mei Ji was dumbfounded. She didn't even know what it felt like.
She had never experienced it before, but the feeling that struck her soul and bloodline made her feel at a loss.
Most of the audience were young girls. These people also became hesitant, afraid, and helpless like Mei Ji.
As for those who were older, their tears had already flowed like rivers.
At this moment, countless viewers in front of their televisions had their own feelings.
It almost formed two extremes, and the young man was at a loss. The older people were all dying of grief.
"Director, Director, we broke it. We broke 14%, the highest record in history.”
Then, the fat director did not seem to hear him. He just stared blankly at the camera.
Tears flowed behind the lenses.
His nose felt sour. There was a ball of fire in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.
"Xiao Li, why are you crying?" Zhang Yan felt a little stifled. When she saw her companion's condition, she was shocked.
"I, I don't know. I just want to cry.”
Liu Yan hugged her, her eyes red.
This feeling was really wonderful. He had been biased towards the Western system and beauty since he was young. He did not like many things in China.
However, at this moment, she felt like a wanderer who had left home and was desperately looking for her way home.
When the song stopped, the sound of the zither slowly disappeared, and the live broadcast room was silent for a full ten seconds.
No one spoke, as if everyone was still immersed in the singing that came from the bloodline.
In the end, Teacher Liu Huan stood up from the judges 'seats and clapped with both hands, allowing his tears to fall.
Then, the other applause sounded, but it didn't seem very enthusiastic, because they didn't know if they should applaud for this.
Such a song was too special.
If you understood it, you would fall for it and even worship it.
If you didn't understand, you would be afraid, hesitant, or even terrified.
This was the voice of a civilization that had existed for five thousand years. It was the unyielding roar of a dragon that had recovered its strength after being oppressed by ten thousand beasts.
His roar would definitely make the enemies tremble in fear, and the traitors who were loyal to the alien races would be terrified.
The Chinese Giant Dragon had a supreme and noble bloodline. It was dignified, benevolent, and had an extremely powerful self-healing ability.
He did not need to plunder or eat the flesh of other animals to become stronger.
As for other beasts, such as vultures, white bears, chickens, and birds, they all needed to eat the flesh of other animals to become stronger.
In the past, they took advantage of the time when the dragon was asleep to tear apart the dragon's flesh and devour the dragon's tendons and skin to strengthen themselves.
When they ran out of flesh and blood, they would inevitably begin to decline.
Then, the skeletal dragon could slowly regenerate its muscles and blood. It was an eternal powerhouse, an eternal emperor.
The giant dragon slowly grew stronger from its decline and woke up from its carelessness. He scanned his surroundings like a king opening his eyes and all the beasts were in a panic.
The ferocious beasts that ate his flesh and drank his blood while he was asleep were all terrified.
This was the reason why they had joined forces to slander and besiege the dragon.
They were afraid!
Yan Huang Bloodline, your Ancestral Dragon has awakened.
Hurry up and wake up. Those people who are pretending to be asleep, don't embarrass the Ancestral Dragon anymore.
The applause lasted for so long that the judges could not even ask questions.
Yang Hao wiped the tears from his face and bowed deeply. Then, he carried the zither and went backstage.
The four judges didn't mind that the contestants had left. They didn't seem to know what to ask.
Liu Huan immediately showed his score. Ten points.
Wang Feng, nine points.
Naying, eight points.
Mei Ji, six points.
After the first round, Yang Hao's score was thirty-three points, ranking second. However, the score did not seem to be that important anymore.
Yang Hao, who had returned to the lounge backstage, did not come back to his senses for a long time.
The other contestants kept their distance from him. It wasn't that they disliked him, but that they didn't dare to greet him because of the huge gap in their minds.
In their hearts, Yang Hao had already far surpassed them.
It wasn't just the difference in skills, but also in terms of cultivation.
Yang Hao sat on the sofa for a full ten minutes before he recovered.
At this moment, the second player had already entered the arena. The armor he needed to change into was very complicated. If he didn't move now, it would be too late.
He immediately collected his emotions and put away the zither. Then, she waved a staff member over and asked if she could get someone to help her change her clothes and put on makeup.
"No problem." The little girl ran away cleanly and quickly called three or four people over. They were all girls.
It was too late to go to the locker room now, so he might as well change here.
Yang Hao quickly took off his scholar uniform and wore a T-shirt and cropped pants. He had prepared it early on and was not afraid of revealing himself.
Under his command, a group of girls helped him put on the white armor.
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