The Most Powerful Young Man

Li Xiangnan held the paper and walked to Xiao Yao's.

"Ahem, Brother Xiao, this is a war song?" When he said this, the corners of Li Xiangnan's mouth twitched slightly.

He wondered if Xiao Yao was making himself fun...

"Yes!" Xiao Yao said while drinking the porridge.

In Anyang Palace, it is estimated that no one would dare to have a chat with Li Xiangnan while eating.

"but……"

"But what?" Xiao Yao asked, "Isn't the war song in your heart like this?"

"That's natural." Li Xiangnan said with a wry smile.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "That's right, the war song was originally not limited to the form, so why bother to be like others?"

Li Xiangnan wanted to talk, but Xiao Yao snatched it over.

"What is a battle song? It's catchy and can be passed on from generation to generation, right? If it's difficult to understand, how can it be called a battle?" Xiao Yao said sternly.

"Then, how do you sing this battle song?" To be honest, Li Xiangnan was already a little moved by Xiao Yao.

He suddenly felt that what Xiao Yao said made sense.

This is what he wanted to complain about before.

In the past, there were war songs in Nanchu, but they were filled with rare words. Although they had many meanings, they were very difficult to sing.

It is the lyrics written by Xiao Yao, although the format is a bit weird, but at least every word is not difficult to read.

"I'll sing for you later." Xiao Yao said.

"Okay, then I'll go and prepare now!" After saying that, Li Xiangnan put down the lyrics and left.

Xiao Yao blinked and didn't know what Li Xiangnan was going to prepare.

Wu Wutong finally couldn't help but said: "Xiao Yao, Li Xiangnan asked you to write the battle song, did you write this?"

Xiao Yao nodded and asked, "What can't you do?"

"You are too bullying..." Wu Wutong said with a stern smile.

Xiao Yao could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

After a while, Li Xiangnan came with a large number of people.

There are women and there are men.

Several women wore long skirts and held pianos and clocks in their hands. Most of the men were scholars, and some of them were also dressed in vigorous outfits.

There were two other men, and they leaned forward, knocking on the gong.

Xiao Yao: "..."

Is this really a band for yourself?

For an instant, Xiao Yao felt like a star.

come! music!

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed Li Xiangnan, who was still busy, and the corners of his mouth twitched and asked, "Brother Li, what is this going to do?"

"The battle songs are all out, so naturally they want to accompany them!" Li Xiangnan said sternly.

"..." Xiao Yao felt that what Li Xiangnan said was very reasonable, and he was speechless.

He felt that Li Xiangnan was really a very thoughtful person.

Now Li Xiangnan has already found the band. If Xiao Yao didn't use his voice to show off his musical talents, it would be hard to justify.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yao raised his hand and the bells and drums sounded in unison.

: Look at the wind and clouds ahead, the blood has begun to boil

Tear the wound of yesterday, desire is ready to move

The face carved by the wind and frost, the memory of the vicissitudes of life is still in my heart

Step onto the pervasive battlefield, straighten your tired chest

Fight like a man! Go to fight!

Burning hero's ideals

...

The clouds are black, the wind is roaring, fight, fight!

...

The glory that will never die!

A song, sang hysterical.

As a cultivator, you still have the confidence to have. If you change to an ordinary person, under such an impassioned situation, you will probably be able to sing profusely, but how can you say that Xiao Yao is a master of one level? After singing, he was still full of breath.

What surprised him was that the drummers that Li Xiangnan had recruited actually matched Xiao Yao just right.

At that moment before, Xiao Yao was also very emotional. A pop music really made him feel like he was bloody, as if he was really on the battlefield, fighting with others. In fact, the reason why I chose such a song is because it is more exciting to sing, and it can mobilize the emotions just right, and the lyrics are not that difficult to understand.

After he finished singing, there was no response from the people around him.

This also made Xiao Yao a little nervous.

Is your singing level really that bad?

When he turned his face to look at Li Xiangnan, he realized that this buddy was already dumbfounded.

Except for Li Xiangnan, Wu Wutong and them also did the same.

Xiao Yao coughed, approached Li Xiangnan, and said, "Brother Li, what do you think of this song?"

This sentence finally made Li Xiangnan, who was still wandering around, come back to his senses.

A light flashed in his eyes, and then he subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yao's shoulder.

"Okay, okay! It's really great!" Li Xiangnan Lian said three good words, and he could see that he was really satisfied with which song Xiao Yao had before.

At this time, applause suddenly sounded.

With Wu Wutong's head, everyone in the Anyang Palace also clapped their hands desperately.

Li Xiangnan felt that his emotions were a bit too agitated. After adjusting his inner emotions, he also let go of the hand holding Xiao Yao's arm, but there was still joy on his face.

"Brother Xiao, when I saw the lyrics before, I thought you were teasing me. It seems that I misunderstood you. This song is written really well!" Li Xiangnan is really not deliberately flattering. Think so.

When Xiao Yao sang before, he had a feeling of enthusiasm.

When it comes to battle-tested battlefields, Li Xiangnan can definitely be called, even he can feel the blood surging in his body, let alone ordinary people.

Xiao Yao rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Brother Li is satisfied."

"Satisfied, I am so satisfied!" Li Xiangnan turned his face to look at the next person, and said, "Is the spectrum done?"

"Ah! Lord, no..." After saying this, the man knelt on the ground and knocked his head vigorously. "The lord is forgiving, the lord is forgiving. I was immersed in singing before and I forgot..."

"Presumptuous!" Li Xiangnan said angrily, "I can't do such a small thing, why should I keep you? Come here..."

Xiao Yao hurriedly stepped forward to stop Li Xiangnan, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, it's not a big deal, I'll sing it again."

People said that they were immersed in their own singing, Xiao Yao was embarrassed to watch Li Xiangnan kill him?

People are flattering like this, what else can he do?

Growing up, it was the first time that Xiao Yao was praised for singing well...In recent years, there are probably not many people who can speak with such a conscience.

Li Xiangnan quickly glanced at Xiao Yao and said, "Then trouble Brother Xiao."

Xiao Yao waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

The person in charge of recording music scores also kowtow to Xiao Yao.

He knew that if it weren't for Xiao Yao's words just now, he must have been separated from his body now.

Li Xiangnan is a good talker, and no one will refute this. However, Li Xiangnan is also a very strict person. Things like this are absolutely not allowed to happen in Anyang Palace.

As Li Xiangnan said: "I don't ask you to do it ten times, one hundred times, but the classification should be done well."

This is true for the servants of Anyang Mansion, and the same is true for Nanchu's army. It is precisely because of this that the elite soldiers under King Anyang are like a sharp blade on the battlefield and are unstoppable.

However, the prerequisite for asking others is to be yourself first.

Li Xiangnan still understands this truth when you discipline yourself first.

Xiao Yao hummed again.

With the lesson just now, the man in charge of composing music didn't dare to lose his mind. He tensed his nerves and wrote like flying. However, the music score in Lingwu World is obviously different from the music score Xiao Yao was on before. After singing, Xiao Yao also leaned forward and took a look, and found that he could not understand at all.

This sentence is also nonsense, even if the music score on the earth is placed in front of Xiao Yao, he can't understand it.

But if you haven't eaten pork, it doesn't mean you haven't seen a pig run! Xiao Yao has never studied music, which does not prevent him from not understanding the most basic music scores. This looks completely different.

With the score, Xiao Yao's task is basically completed.

Wu Wutong leaned forward, blinked at Xiao Yao, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so versatile! You can even write songs?"

Xiao Yao laughed, deliberately triumphant: "That's natural, there are more shining spots on my body, even if you give you a hundred years, you may not be able to understand it."

Wu Wutong endured a smile and gave Xiao Yao a mouthful.

"Since this is the case, otherwise you should write me a song too!" Wu Wutong said.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Sure! The band is still here anyway!"

"Really?" Wu Wutong became excited immediately.

Xiao Yao nodded.

Wu Wutong immediately took out a small stone.

There was also a white light shining.

Xiao Yao looked at the small stone in Wu Wutong's hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Don't you know?" Wu Wutong stared at Xiao Yao with wide eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

Xiao Yao discovered that except Wu Wutong, Li Xiangnan, Hong Feisheng and others were looking at Xiao Yao with a curious look.

Xiao Yao was very depressed, wondering if this little rock had to be regarded as an alien?

Uh, okay, Xiao Yao is really an alien, anyway, he is not from the Lingwu world.

Wu Wutong explained to Xiao Yao: "This is called a radio stone. It's not a treasure, but you can save the sound."

Xiao Yao immediately understood.

To put it bluntly, this radio stone is similar to a tape recorder on the earth.

"Hurry up and write me a song!" Wu Wutong urged.

Li Xiangnan and others are also looking forward to it.

A song by Xiao Yao had already surprised them.

Therefore, they are also curious about what kind of songs Xiao Yao can write next.

For them, listening to Xiao Yao's singing is simply a kind of enjoyment!

Xiao Yao laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, looked at Wu Wutong, and asked, "What kind of song do you want?"

"Love songs are the kind that entrusts emotions!" Wu Wutong said with a smile, there seemed to be a blush on his face.

Xiao Yao rubbed his nose, feeling a little weird in his heart, but he didn't shirk anything.

Love songs! In the pop music of the earth, love songs are the most indispensable.

Come here at your fingertips!