"Next, let's welcome the eighth singer, Lu Ze!”
It was almost two in the morning.
Many people were already yawning when they were enjoying the performance of the seventh singer.
After all, not many people could withstand such an arrangement that violated the human body's routine.
However, when she heard Lu Ze's name.
It was as if they had drunk dozens of cups of coffee and Red Bull in a row. They immediately perked up.
His eyes were filled with anticipation.
Several voices of discussion also drifted out from the crowd.
"Old Liu, this kid is finally starting! Let's see what a song with tens of thousands of words looks like!”
"Xu Chu, why do I feel that something is wrong with Lu Ze today? Do you think something will happen to him when he sings later?”
"Uh, why do I feel more nervous listening to Lu Ze sing than going on stage myself?”
At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were cast onto the pitch-black stage!
Those who knew what he had done during the day were waiting for the final answer.
Those who did not know were waiting for the shock of his song!
Time slowly passed.
About five minutes later.
When everyone felt that their curiosity was about to reach its peak.
Swoosh!
A bright beam of light shot down from the ceiling.
The person shrouded in it was the tall and generous Lin Ling!
She stood quietly on the right side of the stage. In front of her was a red wooden podium.
She looked at the crowd and was as calm as a lotus.
The lamppost did not move.
Behind him was a black color as deep as ink.
Everyone looked at each other but still couldn't find Lu Ze.
What was going on?
The singer was acting, but the singer didn't appear?
Doubt and confusion instantly rose.
Everyone looked at each other, unable to figure out why.
The air was extremely quiet.
After a full 30 seconds of blank space.
"Wuuu ~ Wuuu ~"
A bleak flute sound, like a fish swimming in the water, leaped out of the darkness and scattered into the world.
Amidst the sorrow, a few scattered but pleasant guqin notes mixed in.
Simple, grand, and melodious.
A few shallow notes outlined a scene that only belonged to the Nine Provinces.
It awakened the deep romance in everyone's bones.
Lin Ling's eyes flashed and she sighed in her heart.
Although she was the person closest to the answer, Lu Ze still didn't tell her the truth.
This guy had not only written a script and four songs!
He had even written some background music to play in between!
For example, the song he was listening to now.
Lin Ling sighed, while Wang Jin and the others were delighted.
The moment they heard the background music, their hearts began to surge!
Without thinking, they knew that this 'prelude' was Lu Ze's doing.
The melody was simplified and the instrument selection was extremely precise.
In just over ten seconds, a complete scene of the martial arts world was created, giving them an excellent artistic experience!
In that case, there shouldn't be anything to worry about in terms of the quality of the song!
Wang Jin felt relieved.
He stretched his body backward.
He was about to listen to the lyrics with narrowed eyes.
However, in the next second, a clear and emotional female voice drifted into his ears.
There was a hint of thinness in the bleakness, which was extremely compatible with the music in his ears.
"It's a rainy night, and the wind is strong."
" In the ancient building, Ye Wen held a warm wine cup and looked at the menacing Jianghu guests in front of him.”
"Kung fu, two words. One horizontal and one vertical. Wrong, lie down. Only those who are standing are qualified to speak."
"I started learning boxing when I was seven, and I graduated when I was twenty. He had traveled for many years, entering and leaving the Jianghu. What I remember the most is what Master said when he helped me put on the belt.”
"He said,'One belt, one breath. With the belt on, you would be a martial arts practitioner. In the future, you would have to live with this tone.”
"Relying on this tone, I've braved the wind and snow, from the Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China to resisting the Japanese until now.”
"My fist is my will."
"If you say I'm a grandmaster, then I'm a grandmaster!”
The clear tone was like a painting that had been laid out.
With just a few words, everyone present got into character.
Ye Wen?
Pugilistic world?
A grandmaster?
What kind of opening was this?
The prelude was there, but what about the song?
After reciting the lines, he added a few lines.
So...
In his design, he did not intend to sing at all.
Instead, he used Lin Ling's voice to tell the background story of his song?
No!
It was definitely not a background story!
The first seven contestants all used the method of " telling the background story singing the song ".
Their description of the background story was extremely simple.
Time, place, character, ending.
In just a minute, it was just a subsidiary!
However, Lu Ze's exquisitely crafted words and strong opening weren't something that a small background story could summarize!
He definitely had a big move hidden behind him!
In just a few minutes of chanting, everyone could feel his exquisite plan.
"Musical?"
In the darkness, Liu Xu sighed for a long time.
He tilted his head to look at Wang Jin and voiced his thoughts.
Wang Jin nodded lightly, his eyes flickering.
"From the looks of it, it should be."
"In just fourteen hours, he actually produced a musical.”
"This kid is really…"
"It's amazing!”
.......
The old man's voice fell.
On the stage, Lin Ling's voice sounded again.
"Boxing has a war between the north and the south, and martial arts has a difference between winning and losing.”
"The Gong family in the north brought their might to the south, and Old Master Gong's fists spread to the south.”
"The southern martial arts world needs to fight for their pride, while the northern martial arts world needs to build a gate.”
" March 13th, Guang Buddha Golden Tower."
"Ye Wen came to visit Old Master Gong at his retirement banquet.”
"The north and south of the Nine Prefectures meet."
"Wing Chun Xingyi, Eight Trigrams Fist."
"How many heroes, how many paths, how many sword shadows, how many lights.”
"Xing Yi took off his spear and turned it into a fist. Drill, chop, horizontal, cannon, collapse!”
"Wing Chun, a few sharp axes, spread, arm, ambush, block, kick!”
"Ye Wen is like a dragon entering the clouds, walking, punching, and palm creating wind!”
"The northern faction can shake the bell with all their might, and it's as if you're leaning on a giant pine tree!”
"The martial world is the martial world. The thousand-year-old legacy is actually in this building tonight!”
A high-pitched voice and precise words.
In just a few minutes, he drew out a heroic sword light.
Those scenes were like a movie playing, clearly playing in front of their eyes, making them feel heroic and their blood boil!
At this moment, Lin Ling's voice suddenly stopped.
Under the light, she nodded slightly.
In the next second, the second beam of light shot down.
It enveloped the young man who everyone was looking forward to.
He did not raise his head.
She only hid half of her face in the darkness and moved her mouth closer to the microphone in front of her.
His lips moved slightly.
Let the sound flow freely.
" Arrogance laughs at ten thousand waves;”
"The guts are like iron and the bones are like steel."
"A hundred thousand feet in breadth, a thousand miles in breadth.”
"I swear to work hard and be a good man…"
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