"Okay, then I'll sing this song "The Legend of the Gods" briefly."

"Is it the northwest wind rock?" Liu Yun asked this.

The weather in the Greater Chang'an area suddenly became hot.

The temperature outside was around twenty degrees that day.

This girl with beautiful phoenix eyes was wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt at this time.

The big flower arms with two stripes full of complex totems looked scary.

Jiang Dongliu gently stroked the guitar box and said, "When I first wrote this song, it was a Northwest folk song. Its style was soft and derived from local folk songs. Later, as I became more and more experienced in travel and my understanding of Northwest music became more and more profound, I removed all the folk song styles and replaced it with a style that combines Northwest drama and folk songs. It is not rock, but it is harder than rock."

Jiang Dongliu's words made all the people in the house who like rock and roll have a spirit.

If someone else says that his works are harder than rock, Hao Han and the others will definitely criticize each other.

But when Jiang Dongliu said this, those rock people who have seen Jiang Dongliu's "devil eyes" would not question it.

Instead, I pricked up my ears and widened my eyes to see what a harder work is like than rock.

"I later modified several arrangement versions, and the one I am most satisfied with is the current red-skinned drum version. This version is led by guitar, drums are the soul, suona ascends to heaven, and also comes with Western musical instruments such as drums and bass. I personally think this version is most suitable for live performance, and it will be very shocking to play games."

Qian Dachao rubbed his palms excitedly, and he was so hungry that he was about to drool. He always showed an extremely hungry side to good music.

Xia Feng saw a man who painted a triangle performance by Guo Dongliu. He asked expectantly: "Teacher Jiang, are you going to play the guitar while playing drums and suona while playing?"

"Then I can't sing anymore. I'm not a monster with eight mouths."

Hao Han and others laughed loudly, but in their hearts, Jiang Dongliu was a genius with three heads and six arms.

"I'll just sing it, and I won't do too complicated arrangements and presentations. I'll use the guitar to put in the lead and then play the drums and sing."

Seeing that Jiang Dongliu was about to perform officially, Qin Donglei took the lead in applauding: "Come to Teacher Jiang!"

"Smack and fuck" -"

Everyone was very supportive and applauded Jiang Dongliu.

Li Rui did not forget to shout in admiration: "Come on, Teacher Jiang!"

Jiang Dongliu smiled and nodded to Li Rui, who looked the most sincere, and when everyone's applause gradually fell, he lit up the guitar in his arms.

This time he played a rather sexy guitar technique. He used various muffled sounds as soon as he started, presenting a funk-like rhythm, directly grasping the ears of the people in the room.

Generally, when guitar masters play in high positions, they cleverly add hollow strings to create a vivid sense of layering. Combined with the muffled sound of the right hand, they can make the originally simple melody full and rich in tone and texture.

The Jiangdongliu section not only has a high-position hollow string, a muffled sound on the right hand palm, but also a quick sweep from a muffled sound on the left hand in an instant conversion from a muffled sound on the left hand, and a pretty typical blues flower.

All of this is concentrated in just a few bars. It pops up in one go, and it is natural and has a high technical content. You can participate in guitar competitions.

Hao Han, who is the most proficient in guitar in this room, couldn't help but praise him after watching it: "High-end!"

After hearing what Hao Han said, the others in the room were even more respectful to Jiang Dongliu's guitar introduction.

The guitar introduction is just a side dish.

Holding the ears of these people in the house.

Jiang Dongliu put the guitar aside, stood up, and came to the back of the red-skinned drum with the drumsticks.

At this time, he was wearing sunglasses for quarantine, and his expression was extremely solemn.

The body as tall as an iron tower gives people an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes and sorrow.

"Da da...Da da!"

He beat the drum edge with a double hammer, and he beat the cowhide drum surface with a crunchy cowhide.

The moment the heavy drum sound resonates and spreads in people's ears.

Jiang Dongliu sang in a very positive northwest mouth:

"There is a mountain in front and the Yellow River behind it~

The cold north wind blows towards you~

Can't move forward or backward ~

Let the cold wind blow in my heart~

Let the cold wind blow into your heart!

…”

The fierce singing sounded like the strong wind blew from the northwest desert. With the heavy bulging sounds of his subordinates, the scalp of the people in the house was numb.

When Tang Zhi first heard Jiang Dongliu singing in this "strange" northwest accent, he thought Jiang Dongliu had been exposed to something.

This sudden change at the soul level made Tang Zhi more deeply understand what Qian Dachao and the others have been talking about the Jiangdong *** dividing "is going on."

This feels so different!

At this time, Jiang Dongliu seemed to have become a different person.

Whether it is Cang Lie's voice or the tragic aura of his body, and the sonorous and powerful movements when playing drums, they are completely different from his usual sloppy or nagging appearance.

He now feels like a swordsman from the northwest desert, both fierce and fierce.

His two swords were replaced with two drumsticks, but the drums he hit were as sharp as blades, stabbing people's hearts.

His singing was filled with the desolation and sadness of the desert, with a huge volume and full of confidence.

Complementing with the highly elastic heavy drum.

It's like spraying blood.

Every sound from the heart is ejaculated from his chest.

The pupils that "squirted" Tang Zhi were about to expand.

This is the first time she has seen such a shocking drum song in her life!

Qian Dachao, Hao Han and the others have seen Jiang Dongliu transform into a "demon".

This time I saw Jiang Dongliu suddenly transformed into a swordsman in the desert, which was not particularly surprising.

But the taste of Jiangdongliu is so pure and vigorous, and the Northwest sings are still shocked.

"Who has held whose hand before~

Who has shed tears for whom ~

He held up a bowl of wine with his helpless hands ~

Let the spirits sink in my heart ~

Let the spirits sink in my heart!

…”

As the song progressed, Jiang Dongliu's passionate blood was even more intense.

What he beats in his hand is a drum, but what is shocked is the hearts of the people in the room.

The shocking power of the drum adds more vicissitudes of power to Jiang Dongliu's singing.

By the second paragraph, he sang more like he was squirting wine.

Every sing of the song is like squirting the hearts of these people in the house, burning the hearts of these people with the strong wine of music.

Liu Yun was burned to the point of being excited.

She finally knew why Jiang Dongliu said that the style of this song was harder than rock.

This is more than just hard.

This is completely fierce!

The spirit of the spirit!

It's also the fierce fire!

Listening to Jiang Dongliu playing the drums and singing, Liu Yun felt like he was blown by the 18th-level wind on the Gobi Desert.

The skin on the body was broken to the point of being riddled with holes.

Then poured the liquor into the crack, lit the fire again, and it was so exciting!

Liu Yun was once again blown out by Jiang Dongliu.
Chapter completed!