To Prince Changqin's ears, Xiang's dubbing simply ruined this good show. It was such a magnificent and ancient story, and it was also inextricably linked to his family, the Zhu Rong clan. This, of course, required a huge amount of attention. Only emotion can.
The dubbing of the elephant is too bland and cannot arouse the audience's passion.
Music, if it cannot make the audience immersed in the scene, is mediocre. Of course, there is no mediocre music in the world, only mediocre musicians. Prince Changqin's playing skills and musical attainments are even better than Yan Long. To be honest, Yan Long , his musical skills are actually not as great as his reputation on the battlefield.
But Prince Changqin is different. He is the number one idol in the mountains and seas, the great master of the music department.
Xiang was interrupted by Prince Changqin, and then saw this stranger striding over. The friends who were watching the show all stood up, thinking that they were here to cause trouble for Xiang. Xiong Tao even hugged Xiong Tao. My clay pot is ready to be thrown out.
Although Xiang was not welcomed by them, after all, Xiang was also Chonghua's younger brother, so Xiongtao and the others certainly couldn't sit back and watch him being beaten.
However, the expected conflict did not occur. Prince Changqin raised his hand, faced everyone, and bowed deeply.
At this moment, an extremely powerful sense of oppression made all the friends sit down!
It was like someone was pressing their shoulders forcibly!
"you....."
Shi Jing is a witch, and she is the most sensitive to the power of witches, but the feeling given to her by Prince Changqin is not only unfathomable, but also similar to that of Mr. Ruzai and Qiao Song!
Qigator!
The breath is sharp, and there is a sound trembling between heaven and earth. The Prince's Changqin seems to have his back to the black sky, and in this trance and ignorance, there seems to be a cold light flickering. This is like an illusion, but in fact it is because the Prince's Changqin is playing. Those breaths have changed.
"I have no ill intentions."
Prince Changqin suppressed everyone present with his absolute strength. Of course, only one person was not affected.
Mr. Wu Pan.
"God man...."
The prince Changqin was born sacred, and Zhu Rong’s bloodline had a complete deification phenomenon in his generation. The world’s respect for Zhu Rong, that kind of sacrifice and ancient shouts, merged with Zhu Rong’s bloodline in the totem, and in Wushan Lingze When he was born, Prince Changqin was born half divine and half human. When he was born, he held a small musical instrument in his arms. All living beings in Wushan, heaven and earth, were singing joyfully for his birth.
This is "Wind".
"Feng" written by Changqin, which means music, was supplemented by "Feng", "Ya" and "Song" in the Zhou Dynasty, which is the origin of the Book of Songs.
Prince Changqin was also surprised that Wu Pan was not affected. He looked at Mr. Wu Pan, and the old man asked with a smile: "You said before that Xiang's narration was emotionless... because you wanted to Would you like to recite it yourself?"
Prince Changqin saluted Wu Pan and also saluted all those whom he had brought back to their original place.
As a result, the power of oppression on everyone was instantly eliminated by the wind!
"I mean no harm, and please allow me to give words to these leather people on his behalf."
Prince Changqin looked at everyone sincerely, and everyone knew that he was a powerful person, but Yupan and the others were not afraid because Mr. Wu Pan was here. Although Mr. Wu Pan was a witch doctor and studied herbal medicine, Specifically speaking, he is not good at fighting, but with the title of the Ten Witches of Lingshan, the legendary witch, a mere god should not be the opponent of the old gentleman.
"Your aura is very sharp. Has the god learned the Qi Refiner's method of generating Qi?"
Wu Pan asked, and Prince Changqin said respectfully: "Yes, I once learned some Qi-generating techniques from Kongtongshan Guangchengzi."
Guangchengzi!
Wu Pan was a little surprised. Guangchengzi had attained Taoism before Huangdi. Long before Chisongzi, he was a person who had truly lived for thousands of years. He once told Huangdi that when he met Huangdi, he could trace back to the time when he practiced Taoism. It has been 1,200 years since the beginning.
Lingshan also knew Guangchengzi's name very well, but his anger was too fierce.
"So it's that person! That's a rare and extraordinary person in the world."
Wu Pan sighed with emotion, and then said to Changqin: "Since you have no ill intentions, I won't ask you where you came from. Just go ahead and match your words. Let me listen quickly."
The prince Changqin bowed again and did not want to introduce himself. The dubbing was the main business at this time.
When talking about professional issues, many people will be very focused, not only Changqin, but also Yijun and Danzhu.
The shadow puppets behind the wooden box started to move again. This time Xiang just had to cooperate with Shan Bo to move the wood. Chang Qin sat in the back, and next to him were the "lines" written by Xiang on the wooden board.
In fact, this line was not written by Xiang, but written by friends such as "Yi Jun" and Xiong Tao after Xiang told it.
So Xiang still had to memorize it for a whole day. In fact, he couldn't understand the Chinese character Cangjie at all, but the lines had been written, and with his friends correcting them, Xiang could be considered a real "script".
After Prince Changqin read the "line", he didn't notice Xiang's embarrassment, because Xiang had just improvised on the spot. After all, it was impossible to recognize all those words in just one day. He had to memorize them by rote. With his IQ, his memory was still limited. of.
Changqin took off the Baoqin from behind and placed his hands on it.
So, when the wind blows, the breeze ripples, and the stream ripples, people's eyes stare at the stage where light and shadow intersect, when the huge mountain shadow puppet is erected, when the main characters appear...
Chang Qin lowered his head slightly and stared at his Qin.
The inspiration came to him, just like he had wanted to play something before when he was in the oil shop.
His hand began to itch, and his fingers were placed on the strings in an orderly manner.
That precious harp made a pleasant sound.
The wind has risen.
It can be said that Changqin's hand is more beautiful than that of a woman. His status as a god-man prevents time from leaving traces on his body. The ancient music cleanses and rinses the soul. In comparison, it seems that each tribe's own songs , it seems much simpler.
The "audience" was caught by the sound of the piano, and in their eyes, everything on the wooden stage began to become real.
Changqin opened his mouth, looking extremely focused.
The voice can make people see the confusion, and the magnetic and emotional voice seems to be specially created for the narration.
His tone changed, and he watched the lines out of the corner of his eye.
"The Yellow Emperor lived on the hill of Xuanyuan and married the daughter of Xiling, who was called Leizu. Leizu was the Yellow Emperor's true concubine and gave birth to two sons, both of whom will dominate the world."
"One of them is called Xuanxiao, which is Qingyang. Qingyang descends to the river."
"The second one is called Chang Yi, which descends like water."
"Changyi married a daughter of the Shushan clan, named Changpu, and she was born in Gaoyang. Gaoyang has holy virtues."
"The Yellow Emperor died and was buried in Qiaoshan. Qingyang was established as the lord of the world, and he was called Shaohao. After Shaohao, Gao Yang, the nephew of Shaohao, the son of Huangdi's grandson Changyi, was named Emperor Zhuanxu."
"However, there is cultivated land in the sky, and the earth moves. The sun, moon and stars will eventually change. Shaohao's family will decline. The country of the East China Sea looks far away to the middle land. The next generation will be born as a god, and they want to take over the world in Shaohao's place."
"This is the 'Gonggong clan'."
Between the interplay of light and shadow, the skin figures appeared on each other, and ancient history was deduced. On top of Xiang's lines, Changqin did not make too many changes, although he thought those lines were not very well written.
But this time the dubbing was very successful.
All the friends who were watching were staring at the wooden platform. When the scene of "Gonggong's anger touches Buzhou Mountain" was performed, it was the climax of the whole scene!
The sound of the Prince's Changqin also became high-pitched and rapid. The tension was like a storm and rough waves in the sea. It was also like the shouting of the Houtian clan, like the wild beasts in the mountains, the sound of shouting and the sound of damage. , the vibrating sound is earth-shattering!
"Gonggong competed with Zhuanxu to be the emperor, but he couldn't win. He was so angry that he touched the mountain of Buzhou!"
"Then the pillars of heaven were broken and the earth was destroyed!"
"The sky tilts to the northwest, so the sun, moon and stars move away; the earth is not satisfied with the southeast, so the water flows and the dust returns!"
