Chapter 187 The Elephant King’s Journey

Author: Meow and Aow

Chapter 187 The Elephant King’s Journey

The Dafa Horn is also called Tongqin, and its sound is the roar of the Elephant King in Buddhism.

The elephant king is a symbol of the nobility of Buddhism. The elephant is extremely powerful but acts cautiously, symbolizing wisdom in acting.

"Xiang Wang Xing" is a song used by emperors on their expeditions.

This musical instrument is unfamiliar to most Chinese people, not to mention many international friends here?

They looked at the stage in confusion and shock: "What instrument is this?"

No one answered them, but the sound produced by this instrument gave them a sense of awe.

Such a solemn instrument seems not something ordinary people can play.

The next second, a beam of light was illuminated on the high platform on the left side of the stage.

Breaking through the darkness, what appeared in front of everyone was a pair of big drums and the outstanding figure in Hanfu in front of the big drum.

Whale falls!

I didn't expect him to be the one to start the show.

When someone at the scene covered their mouths that almost screamed out, Jing Luo's hands began to beat rhythmically on the drum head and sides.

His movements are broad and powerful, powerful and full of momentum.

In conjunction with the sound of the Dafa trumpet, it seemed that a large army was marching with the king, and it was fierce and arrogant.

At this moment, no one could care to appreciate Whale Luo's rare free and wild attitude.

With the surging Yellow River covering the stage background like a sky, they felt that their bodies and minds were shocked.

How could there be such vast, majestic, and myriad sounds in this world?

Every note of it seems to contain a heavy flavor of time.

It contains rich power, enough for civilization to withstand the vicissitudes of life.

And every stroke of the hand of the jade-like man who walked out of a thousand-year-old mural seemed to fall into everyone's heart.

Bang bang bang...

Their hearts beat faster and faster with this sound, faster and faster.

It was as if tens of thousands of powerful soldiers and cavalry were rushing towards everyone, with unparalleled domineering, scornful aura, and determination to conquer all.

Will he prostrate himself with sincerity or run away in panic?

Just when everyone's heartbeats finally reached a certain peak, a pipa sound plucked all the tense heartstrings.

On the stage, Xiaoxia, a girl who plays the pipa, has a serious face and a solemn look in her eyes. Her white fingers trace across the strings, and there is a sound like thunder in her hands.

The sound of the pipa is awe-inspiring, crisp and clear, with a hint of chilling mixed in the majesty, just like a forward charging into the battle, the killing aura spreads out, spreading all over the ground.

Then there is the bamboo flute, which follows the pipa. Its sound is like the sound of a sword, like a light scolding, sharp and crisp.

Light, clear and transparent.

It is as agile as the breeze blowing through the forest and blowing the leaves, and it is as majestic as a mountain standing tall, clearing away all disobedience and resistance.

Then, the erhu followed me like a shadow, coming melodiously.

It seems to be an old man who has experienced all the sufferings of life, soothing all the stubborn and arrogant people with tears and complaining, and persuading all those who are unwilling to accept it.

Finally, there is the guzheng, which is quiet and lofty, with a balance of strength and softness.

Like a goddess scattering flowers, she scatters seeds of hope effortlessly, seeming to herald the arrival of a prosperous age.

In the audience, Bei Zhaojiu and others watched this scene in awe.

On the stage, the seamless connection, smooth transitions, and peak coordination of these instruments are a combination they could never have dreamed of.

Because they know enough, they can deeply appreciate the extraordinary nature of this piece of music and the amazing talent of the composer who created such music.

Those who have not studied folk music may not have so many ideas.

But listening to this kind of music, everyone can feel the throbbing and excitement engraved in their bones.

At this moment, they are sitting here, as spectators, listeners, and witnesses of the creation of a prosperous era.

Their eyes were overwhelmed, their ears were overwhelmed, and the emotions in their hearts were as excited as the waves.

On the stage, war drums keep beating, horns sound in unison, pipa plays like thunderbolts, bamboo flutes play like swords, erhu plays like crossbows, and guzheng plays like fast horses.

This army, with lightning speed, used the power of the swords and swords to crisscross and crisscross, using the strength of the bowstrings to break, swallowing up the mountains and rivers with such force that it was as powerful as breaking bamboo.

So, finally, the dragon roared in the sky, and the phoenix danced in the sky.

At 2 minutes and 23 seconds, prosperity comes.

But seeing that, the Qiong Tower and the high platform dominate the world, the four seas are unified, the country is peaceful and prosperous.

The vastness of the country is like the water of a great river, flowing endlessly and extending for a long time, throughout the past and present.

The song ended and the scene was silent.

Some people's eyes filled with tears, some people's scalps were numb, some people's blood was surging, and some people's thoughts turned over and over again, but they were still unfinished.

At this moment, the audience at the opera house and the netizens in the live broadcast room only felt a surge of pride growing in their chests, and the excitement and excitement surged in, and they could not stop it.

This piece of music played out the magnificent five thousand years of Chinese civilization and was soul-stirring. The audience heard the scornful momentum of the great country sweeping across the world.

After a long time, someone shouted: "Okay!"

So, the warm applause was deafening.

The barrages in the live broadcast room also directly flooded the corners of the screen.

"Great China"

"nice!"

"I just asked, who else!!!"

"In heaven and on earth, China is the only one!"

"Only China has such music!"

"The power of swallowing up mountains and rivers shows the style of a great country."

"..."

In the audience, the Chinese people applauded with expressions of appreciation and satisfaction on their faces. Most of the foreign delegations showed envy and emotion.

For people like Etsuki Morita and Akihisa Kita, although they have been studying Chinese folk music, without sufficient foundation to support it, they may never be able to write such a majestic and profound work in their lifetime.

Five thousand years of history and culture are a gap they cannot cross no matter what.

Such majestic and vast momentum is really so enviable and enviable.

That is the belief and inheritance of China since ancient times, nourishing the self-improvement and stubbornness in the bones, and the spirit of never admitting defeat.

What makes people even more jealous is that this music was written by such a young man and led a group of young people to perform it.

Bei Zhaojiu looked at the young man on the stage who was dressed in Hanfu and had an extraordinary bearing.

Hanfu and people are perfectly integrated, and every move is graceful. Only such an ancient civilized country can give birth to such an amazing and talented man!

"Morita-san!" Kitaki was silent for a long time, and then suddenly whispered: "With such young people, we have no chance."

Morita Yuehui clapped his hands mechanically and sighed after hearing this, unable to calm down for a long time.

At this time, in a rental house in Rongcheng, several members of the Fenghua band were watching the live broadcast of the exchange conference's premiere on a computer screen, staring at the TV screen with dull expressions.

Each of their expressions changed in various ways, as if they had seen a ghost, or as if a palette had been overturned.

Surprise, disbelief, jealousy, shame, anger, etc., to name a few.

"Impossible!" someone shouted.

"I saw it wrong, I must have seen it wrong!" Someone rubbed his eyes desperately.

"Spring flowers? How could it be them?" Someone murmured to himself, holding his head.

"How do they have the qualifications to be on this stage!" someone jumped to ask.

"Why?" Someone was so jealous that his eyes were red.

However, no one responded to them.

They had just finished a performance and got paid, and were preparing to have a party at home to celebrate.

Since they became involved with singer You Liming, they bought the copyrights of several songs, and their performance fees began to gradually increase.

At this time, in their minds, their band has officially entered the entertainment industry, and is completely different from those small teams that are just messing around.

As for the unscrupulous Spring Flower Band, they had already forgotten about it.

However, today, they saw the person they had ridiculed two weeks ago on a stage that they had never expected.
To be continued...