Urban My Skills Come From The Game

When Lin Feng expressed his joy, the Chinese and Western performers were very pleasantly surprised, and they were able to appreciate Lin Feng's supreme musical charm again.

It's better to fight against someone at the palace level, Master Philo!

Everyone stepped aside and handed over the entire stage to two people.

"Just now I heard from them that you are very familiar with all kinds of musical instruments, how about we excerpt some piano parts from Starsky to communicate?"

Master Philo said to Lin Feng in an equal tone, there is no such thing as an old age.

The five national boundaries of music and art, and there is no age limit, if the strength is sufficient, that is equal treatment.

Lin Feng didn't care, and followed Filo's mind.

Although Philo is confident enough in his own strength, he still chose the piano, which he is best at, as the instrument of competition after seeing the appearance of many musical geniuses.

However, there was only one piano that was tuned to perfection.

Other pianos will always have some flaws, which will affect the texture and charm of the sound quality.

"Can you lend me the erhu?" Lin Feng also noticed this situation, and walked to a man holding an erhu in Huazhen Fang. 340 The Huaxia man looked at Lin Feng borrowing the erhu from him, feeling a little astonished.

What I think in my heart is that the two are not competing with each other on the piano? What are they doing with the erhu?

"Master Filo, may I use the erhu to communicate with you?" Lin Feng took the erhu and said to Filo.

Very indifferent, without any uneasiness because of the untimely instrument.

Only calm and calm remained.

"Then I will have some advantage, Mr. Lin please!"

Seeing this, Master Philo didn't say much, since Lin Feng has already made his choice, so be it.

Everyone waited quietly.

They all retreated to the side, and even the other four hall-level judges were waiting for the performance of the two.

This is an epic musical feast.

A hall-level music master, and a young and excessive man who can convince twenty musical geniuses in China and the West.

This kind of musical exchange can be described as unprecedented.

No one can have the opportunity to communicate with a hall-level music master before the age of twenty.

Master Philo took the lead to start his own performance, which was the most shocking tune among the piano (bieg) in the repertoire.

The melody reached its climax after a few seconds, but there was no abruptness, and it made people's mood suddenly reach the level of ignition.

Listening to Philo's piano music will give you a burning feeling, and everyone's emotions are unconsciously brought into it.

A picture scroll seems to be displayed in front of everyone.

It was the bloody massacre on the battlefield of the ancient gods, and it was a kind of protective force.

Everyone saw the Egyptians who never flinched in the face of floods, and the ancient Babylonians who forged bronzes in full swing.

In the mottled history, there is a contest between life and death, and write the article of destruction!

The most exciting part is not here, but the most climax part.

This section is the commanding height of the entire piano piece.

The blood vessels of the human body were ignited and boiled.

After the commanding heights reached the peak, the piano music dissipated, and Lin Feng's fingers moved.

The sudden appearance of the erhu's voice did not make everyone feel the feeling of destroying the classics.

On the contrary, it was Chengzhuan's subtle feeling that pulled the picture scroll in everyone's hearts from the west back to the history of China.

All Chinese people, whether they are musical geniuses or audiences, have a common picture to show at this moment.

They have a common ancestor called Yanhuang,

Fuxi and Nuwa gave the original appearance.

When Kuafu was chasing his own strength, when Hou Yi shot down the nine suns.

The first ancestor of China stepped out of ignorance and created an immortal legend.

Bathed in the glory of Xuanyuan, the blood of the dragon flows in the bodies of the people of Yanhuang.

The ancestors covered the wind and frost with animal skins, and drew the most beautiful clothes with silk.

They use slender and soft silk to weave elegant and stretchable chapters.

They use the simple and simple colors of Xuanyao to cover their bodies with all the essence of the earth.

The glory of five thousand years, following the ideals of the sages, will always be engraved in my heart.

Worthy of ancestors, worthy of Yanhuang!

There is a common thought in the hearts of all people.

The tune played by the erhu is tragic, and it is the icing on the cake in the original song, which makes the song's tragic reach to an extreme.

This is not only tragic, but also can be described as 'Shang'.

'Shang' was the only word that flashed in everyone's minds. No matter the audiences in the East or the West or talented musicians, everyone was infected by this kind of shang at this time.

Although the peak has passed, but one kind of emotion after the peak has been sublimated to another realm.

Lin Feng pressed the strings lightly with one hand, while the other hand had a very graceful arc on the bars.

The deep eyes seem to have penetrated the entire history of China, paving the way for the shock of history in front of everyone.

Originally, the last section was supposed to be a two-person ensemble, but Philo, a hall-level master, couldn't help but start.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was still communicating with Lin Feng.

Philo just wanted to listen to Lin Feng's performance quietly, he was afraid that if he touched the piano, Lin Feng's mysterious artistic conception would be broken.

He who is obsessed with music will not do this, and no one present will allow this to happen.

Any kind of noise at the scene is a blasphemy against the starsky erhu.

They finally understood why twenty geniuses in the music industry admired Lin Feng so much, and even regarded Lin Feng as their belief.

That is, people who do not have deep knowledge of music can appreciate the artistic conception and charm that belong to it.

There is also a strong feeling for Huaxia hidden in it.

For a moment, the audience in the West felt that it would be great if they were Chinese.

Lin Feng stopped his hand, and ended with the most passionate voice, without a gradual ending.

But it was this passionate ending that made everyone's minds stunned for an instant.

Except for the sound of breathing, there was no sound coming out of the entire music hall.

It was as silent as when Lin Feng finished playing in the background.

Then everyone stood up, and the applause lasted for a long time.

All for Lin Feng alone.

Everyone, the five judges, thousands of spectators, and twenty musical talents all burst into thunderous applause.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lin, can you accept apprentices?"

A discordant voice sounded amidst the applause. .