The little waves were gloating in the ears of the little whirlwind.

"Brother Feng, you're exploded! Hahaha! Boss Li Wenyin has set his sights on your guqin!"

The little whirlwind cried.

How can such an unpopular instrument be targeted by the devil?

But it is obvious that the little whirlwind didn't cry for long, and the little wave didn't laugh for long.

Li Wenyin took out a bigger guzheng.

"Hahahaha! Brother Lang! Fengshui will change! You can't run away! Hahahaha!"

He glanced at the little whirlwind in a stiff look. The little wave was about to cry, and the Sima expression was all over his face.

"I hope my subordinates will show mercy! My brother is here to burn incense for you!"

He put out three Huazi who was reluctant to give up, and the little waves lit with a sad face.

......

Li Wenyin nodded.

Professor Wang Xuemin came to the front of the national orchestra and gently waved the baton.

It seems to be brewing momentum!

As Li Wenyin plucked the strings lightly, the notes like flowing water tilted, and the sound of drum beats burst out loud.

The bass drums rang with the roar of the guitar!

"Spiritual Gun Entering a Dream"!

The sound of the bamboo flute is clear and far away, as if it is coming from the depths of the distant history.

The meaning of vicissitudes and sorrows is overwhelming!

As the bass drum sounded, Li Wenyin's fingers tied with her nails and scratched the strings!

Guzheng technique, scratch your fingers!

Soft on the outside and hard on the inside!

The gentle zheng sound seems to contain a kind of tenacity in the bones!

The zither and the flute are singing and harmony.

The gentle shaking fingers gradually became stronger and weaker.

The tenderness of iron bones is like a dream of prosperity and prosperity among the ruins of the walls and walls!

A magic gun enters a dream!

Li Wenyin's right hand supports his wrist, shakes his fingers, and scrapes his fingers with his left hand like picking a flower and dots water!

With this song, it always makes people feel like they are a different world.

A dream!

Iron horse, spear, dreaming with regret!

Suddenly, the drums were heard, accompanied by the bamboo flute like songs and tears. The addition of the electric guitar immediately made people feel excited!

The next moment, in the Western orchestra, the strings of the violin section were also played gently.

There is no trace of discord!

National style!

It looks like a general swaying and passionate back.

As the stunning sound of the flute ended, Li Wenyin's hands danced again.

The wrist was hanging lightly, and the fingers were carefully shaking, as if a kind of iron-blooded sadness was brewing.

The sound of the flute is up and down!

Then! The drum beats are getting faster and faster!

Li Wenyin's hand suddenly started to fly.

Sweep!

The combination of string swing and finger swing!

Scratch strings interspersed in it.

The Guzheng instrument is soft and hard, and is fully interpreted in this music!

Just like a gentleman in China.

Tender as jade, but strong!

The dream seemed to be slowly coming to an end in the sound of the flute in Qingyuan.

After waking up from the dream, the audience was amazed to find that they seemed to follow Li Wenyin's music, crossing time and place, and returning to the war-torn era where the magic gun protected Tang soul in their dreams, and experiencing that kind of iron-bone tenderness!
Chapter completed!