His voice was like a starting gun. The leader, Old Wang, shouted, "Guys!"
"Hey!"
"Pick up your instruments!
"Ha!"
More than a dozen old men picked up all kinds of strange instruments from the ground.
Old Wang played the piano and sang, "His first uncle, his second uncle, they are all his uncles, high tables and low stools are all wood …"
Old Wang's voice was a little old and hoarse, but it was quite bold and unrestrained. It had a strong aura of the yellow soil, rough and powerful, which was very different from all the songs. This kind of ancient and primitive singing immediately won the applause of everyone.
After Old Wang finished singing these two lines, Xiao Yunhai began to knock on the copper bowl, using its voice to direct the old men's performance.
Seeing that it was about time, Xiao Yunhai nodded to the band, and the music of the East and West was perfectly combined.
The whole music was like a flood that opened the floodgates, crazily rushing into the ears of the fans.
"Goddess Nuwa mended the sky,
The remaining stone became Mount Hua.
…. "
Zhao Wanqing's voice was high, loud, deep, and full of confidence, and it had a strong Qin accent and earthy smell.
Her loud voice shocked everyone present, including the judges and contestants, and at the same time, goosebumps appeared on their bodies. Then, as if they had discussed it in advance, everyone stood up together and shouted crazily at Zhao Wanqing on the stage.
"This is Hua Xia's folk music."
"I didn't expect Yun Huang to be so good. It's amazing."
"It seems that Qing Hou is also going all out, and doesn't care about her goddess image at all."
In the whole "Give You a Color", the most difficult line to sing was undoubtedly the first line.
In order to gain the upper hand, Zhao Wanqing had to abandon all the previous singing methods and break her own inherent image. Not only did she have to sing with momentum, but she also had to sing with the primitive aura of the yellow soil.
After Xiao Yunhai heard Zhao Wanqing's first line, a big stone fell to the ground, because her singing was perfect.
In the second line, Zhao Wanqing raised the pitch of her voice by half an octave in an impossible situation. She directly blew up the entire venue.
"The bird flies with the sun on its back, from east to west."
"Alright."
The fans below the stage screamed again.
"Why did the sky turn grey?
Why is there no green on the earth?
Why wasn't the human heart red?
Why did the snow mountain turn black?
Why did the rhinoceros have no horns?
Why do elephants have no tusks?
Why did the shark have no fins?
Why do birds have no wings?
Ah … "
At this point, the first verse was over. Whether it was the arrangement, the singing, the lyrics, the tone, or the momentum, they were all unique.
The scene was already a mess, and the cheers were so loud that the roof of the studio was about to be overturned.
Cai Pingya, who returned to the hall after singing, widened her eyes and covered her mouth. She stared at the TV with an incredulous expression and said, "Is this the gentle and dignified Zhao Wanqing I know? Oh my god, it can't be a different person, right? "
Rick had already stood up in shock and said, "This kind of music is too powerful, and the singing is so strange. It seems like it's a bit of Beijing opera mixed with something else."
Ye Li shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "The Masked King has been decided. Unless Miss Zhao makes a huge mistake during the second verse, the results are already out in advance. "
Han Chenghui and Li Xugang frowned and looked very serious. It was as if the crown of the Masked King was getting further and further away from them.
"The sky and the earth are companions,
The birds are circling the sun.
The Mount Hua and the Yellow River are companions,
The grains in the fields are bending over laughing. "
In the second verse, Zhao Wanqing's voice was still high. Loud cheers came from below the stage with every line she sang.
Zhao Wanqing was able to sing this song so passionately thanks to her Tai Chi Kung Fu, which she had not forgotten for even a day.
The Tai Chi Kung Fu that Chen Xiuzhu taught her could not only extend one's life, replenish one's Qi and blood, but also increase one's lung capacity.
If this was before she started practicing, Zhao Wanqing would not have been able to sing at such a high pitch. But now, she was full of energy. Whether it was her explosive power or her control, they were all far better than before. As a result, she could sing with ease.
"Why is there no oasis in the desert,
Why are the stars no longer twinkling?
Why are the flowers no longer blooming?
Why is the world without color?
Why do we know the outcome?
Why are we still squandering?
We need to stop,
Return some color to the world.
Ah … "
After the second verse, Elder Wang stretched out his arm and pointed below the stage. He sang in the Shaanxi Loess Plateau accent, "Pieces of dolls, all spinning on the plateau. Pieces of dolls, all spinning on the plateau. "
"Woo, heh."
At this point, the song came to an end. However, the shock it brought to the audience did not fade away for a long time.
There was no one sitting in the audience anymore. Thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire recording studio.
"Masked King!"
"Masked King!"
"Masked King!"
…
Countless fans were crazily shouting for Zhao Wanqing to be the Masked King.
Chen Huan sighed and said, "The outcome has already been decided. We can skip the voting segment."
Yao Na said in a Northeastern accent, "This song, 'Give You Some Color,' is simply a first. It's a perfect combination of traditional folk music and modern pop music. Xiao Yunhai is really amazing."
Ningxia said, "Wan Qing's singing also left a deep impression on everyone. If I didn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears, I really wouldn't have believed that such a powerful and folk accent could come out of the mouth of a goddess. She's like a completely different person. "
Chen Huan said, "Let's not discuss it anymore. Let's listen to what Xiao Yunhai has to say first."
At this moment, only Xiao Yunhai was left on the stage. Zhao Wanqing and the veteran artists had already left.
The famous music producer, Wu Da, said, "Mr. Xiao, this song is amazing. How did you come up with the idea of combining such an old-fashioned Huayin style with our pop music? "
Of course, Xiao Yunhai could not tell them that he had plagiarized the song. Before participating in this competition, he had already expected that someone would ask him this question, so he had already thought of an answer in his mind.
"When I was composing a Hua Xia style song, I once accidentally heard the old-fashioned Huayin style. That primitive and simple flavor left a deep impression on me. So, I wondered if I could combine it with pop music elements so that it could retain the original flavor of the old-fashioned Huayin style while making it easier for everyone to accept. In the end, it became what everyone heard just now. "
Wang Lin said, "That's great. I really felt that every word and every syllable that hit the ground was enough to cause smoke to come out. It was definitely shocking to the core. Hur hur, after watching Miss Zhao's competition for so many episodes, this last song was undoubtedly the most subversive performance. I really learned a lot from it. "
Xiao Yunhai said, "Teacher Wang, you flatter me. Our Hua Xia has countless outstanding folk music, but it's just that very few people pay attention to it. For example, this old-fashioned Huayin style has been circulating for hundreds of years. Now, there are only a few dozen veteran artists who are still persisting in singing it. In another ten or twenty years, there would probably be no one to take over his position anymore. If the old-fashioned Huayin style is like this, then won't other forms of music face the same problem? I feel that how to save and pass on these folk arts is the most urgent thing we need to solve. "
Clap clap clap.
Xiao Yunhai's words won everyone's warm applause.
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