don't call me singer

Chapter 1996 Jin Ge iron horse falls into a dream

"The earth burned for a hundred days
dew frost still heavy

Can't be made into steel

Thousand hammer forging failed..."

Fu Han and Gu Xiaohei sang the main song of "Song of Playing the Sword".

At this time, everyone has forgotten to compare which is better.

A guitar in Fu Han's hand was played by him casually. His skills have deviated from conventional guitar playing skills, just like a primitive person who saw a guitar for the first time. They didn't know how to play the guitar. Strings can produce sound, so they tap, they beat, they touch, they even sniff...

And no matter what they do, the guitar will sound the same.

It’s not traditionally how a guitar should sound, but it’s so beautiful, it fits so well, it fits perfectly with this song.

For the audience, it seemed that the guitar had become a part of Fu Han's body, no matter how he played it, he could burst out the music he wanted. It seemed that the guitar in his hand was not a musical instrument, but It is like a "stubborn stone" described in Xiaobai's song.

At this time, the strings were held down and struck, and the sound of "jingling, jingling, jingling" was like a hammer hitting that piece of iron, but this piece of cold iron was not moved at all.

Off the stage, a bearded foreigner stared at Fu Han dumbfounded.

In the last selection before, Fenghe eliminated a Japanese producer and got the final spot.

Before that, it was Fu Han who eliminated the bearded foreigner.

The bearded foreigner is also a very well-known musician in Europe, and he felt very unconvinced at the time.

Because Fu Han has indeed degraded in singing.

And playing the guitar...

How many musicians can't play guitar?
The letter of payment at that time was indeed a casual swipe, and he didn't show off his skills. He also felt that it was completely shady when he was brushed off.

At this time, it was completely shocked.

No wonder all the judges at that time agreed that Fu Han was better than himself.

Everyone at that time didn't know why Fu Han was better than this bearded musician.

But it just feels stronger.

The audience at the scene also had a strange sense of sight.

This feeling……

Why so familiar?
Where have you seen it?

"Legend of the Northern Wilderness Golden Drum
The Huns violated the border

moon night fire

The world hears the sound of the sword..."

When Gu Xiaohei sang "Wen Jianming", Fu Han suddenly flicked his left hand.

"Zheng~~~buzz buzz buzz~~~" Qingyue's sword sounded like a dragon chant!

"Fuck!"

The audience at the scene only felt that this "dragon's chant" made their goosebumps rise!

Is that the sound a guitar can make?
That... that is clearly a sword!
In the seating area of ​​the school song contest singer, Wang Haixia grabbed Fu Wenyao and said, "Brother Yao...is this Brother Han? Is this really Brother Han? Isn't this Xiaobai possessed?"

Fu Wenyao was also watching with wide eyes before, but when Wang Haixia reminded him, he was shocked.

By the way, this sense of sight, Xiaobai's sword playing song, clanging sword flashing Luoyang City, etc., is this way of playing!

For Gu Xiaobai, everything can be a musical instrument, whether it is a sword or a zither hitting the human body!
Because Gu Xiaobai's understanding of music is different from that of ordinary people, it is another dimension of cognition.

Only those who have really reached the top level will rethink musical instruments and music, and relearn how to play a musical instrument because of Gu Xiaobai's inspiration.

Like Escobar's violin.

And as Fu Han, who was the first to collaborate and perform with Gu Xiaobai, there is no doubt that he has already touched this threshold!
However, before he really took this step, he had already retired.

No one knows how far Fu Xin's guitar skills have reached.

After the dragon chants, the next second, Fu Han sprinkled his fingers randomly, and countless notes overlapped together, turning into dragon chants one after another, and among the sword cries one after another, Fu Han chanted long and loudly, entering the chorus part.

"You can't ask for a thousand generals
A boy with a sword under his waist is nameless

The wind is the horse, the moon is the bow

Thousands of Drums and Thousands of Banners
Flicking swords in front of the battle——

Drink... ah~~~~ ah..."

When he sang to his heart's content, Fu Han chanted long and loudly, and the guitar in his hand was randomly trampled, making sounds that seemed to be irregular.

It's just random bombing as it pleases, but it controls all the will of the audience.

At this moment, Fu Han's guitar skills can already be called "God"!
With the bright moon and the long chant of dragons, Fu Han was sitting on the stage, just playing the guitar, but I don't know how many people's family and country feelings, lofty aspirations and aspirations were aroused.

Close your eyes, it seems that there are iron horses and ice rivers coming from dreams.

At this moment, behind Fu Han, in the void, a mist appeared, and then spread rapidly, covering most of the night sky.

Like clouds, covering the stage and the space near the stage.

Afterwards, shadows slowly emerged.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of war drums emerged, and as soon as the drums sounded, Fu Han's eyes suddenly opened.

this drum...

Xiaobai's drum?

No, no, Xiaobai is still sitting in his seat.

But in this world, where is there such a drum sound?

Then this drum is...

The drums rumble, and then the horseshoes!
Endless hooves!

"Drink!" There was a uniform shout of anger.

In the void, countless knights rushed out.

They stepped on the clouds, as if they were on the ground, like heavenly soldiers and generals charging forward on heavenly horses.

The countless horses, probably tens of thousands of people, looked down from the stands like a tide...

The audience at the scene were stunned.

No matter what angle you look at it from, this is a real person!

It doesn't look like a projection, nor does it look like a displayed picture.

Tens of thousands of knights!
No, not even just tens of thousands!
Each of them has a different face, and each has a different armor, equipment, and horse.

Everyone is so alive, as if they really existed in history.

And in the center of the endless cavalry army, a general in white clothes and armor, holding drumsticks in both hands, was beating the war drum.

He seemed to feel the eyes of all the audience in the stands, and he raised his head.

His face was seven to eight points similar to Gu Xiaobai's, but he was more determined, tougher, stronger, and weathered.

"Ah—" the audience at the scene exclaimed.

This is Xiaobai!

At least, one of them is Xiaobai!
One of Xiaobai's avatars!

And the most shocking thing was Fu Han, who was in the middle of the army. He was in it, and he could even feel the tremor of the ground, feel the wind brought by the horse, and even smell the breath of the horse.

This sense of reality made him stunned for a moment.

Then he saw that the general in white clothes and armor beating the drum came to his side.

Fu Han looked up and saw the general in white clothes and armor smiling at him.

Then the two had a tacit understanding, and the music started again.

After the Blind Drum God, who would dare to claim the title of God?
The world is so big, who dares to be called the god of guitar?
"Clank!" The guitar sounded like a dragon.

"Boom! Boom!" The sound of drums shook the world.

This was a very mismatched combination, but in the hands of two people, it really shocked the world, the top performance!
With a guitar and a drum, a hundred thousand cavalry broke through the ice.

"There are stubborn stones in the front hall
When Moss grows

not fill the sky

But abandon Tianmen East..."

Amidst the sound of the iron hooves of the hundred thousand cavalry, Fu Han sang loudly, with a rough voice without any embellishment.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Gu Xiaohei retreated to one side, and the faint singing joined in.

Just like the cooperation between Gu Xiaobai and Fu Han back then, Gu Xiaobai acted like a green leaf to contrast Fu Han.

With the last sound, Fu Han and the general in white armor looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"Excellent!" Fu Han only felt that all the performances in his life were not so exciting!

It's so cool!
The general in white clothes and armor raised the drum stick in his hand, and the banners fluttered in an instant, turning into clouds and mist that filled the sky, covering the iron cavalry again.

The general in white clothes and armor looked up at Gu Xiaobai, smiled slightly, and the smoke completely enveloped him.

When the thousands of cavalry had completely disappeared, there were three consecutive shouts in the clouds.

"Congratulations to the champion Hou Jiaguan!"

"Congratulations to the champion Hou Jiaguan!"

"Congratulations to the champion Hou Jiaguan!"

The hoofbeats gradually faded away and finally disappeared.

The clouds dissipated, and in the middle of the stage, only Fu Han was left sitting there, holding the guitar.

The scene was silent for a long, long, long time.

Finally, someone applauded tentatively.

"Clap clap..."

The next second, there was thunderous applause.

Shouts, applause, and cheers resounded through the sky.

"Brother Han! Brother Han! Brother Han!" The singers in the school song competition shouted wildly.

In the seat, the bearded foreigner who had been brushed off by the letter before looked at the people around him in shock: "Fuck, he is the previous champion of the school song competition? No wonder he is so strong! I am not wronged!"

Can the champion of the school song competition not be strong?
At this moment, an aunt stood up and shouted desperately to the bottom: "Oh, oh, my little Hanhan! My little Hanhan! Come back, Xiaohan! Han! Auntie misses you!"

"Pfft..." Fu Han burst into laughter.

I think when Fu Han first debuted, he was a freshman just like Gu Xiaobai.

Aren't the mother fans and sister fans at that time all at the same age now?
He waved his hands and walked off the stage with a smile. Wang Haixia jumped up, turned around and said to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai! Brother Han will always win this time! Isn't it? Isn't it?!"

If you don't win the letter this time, it's too much for heaven's sake.

Before Gu Xiaobai could speak, Fu Han laughed first.

"If it comes to singing skills, I must have lost." Fu Han said, "Listen to how I sang just now!"

In terms of singing skills, Fu Han must have lost.

But on the scene, Fu Han definitely didn't lose.

But Gu Xiaohei still touched him a lot, and he said to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, your AI is really powerful. I think it's really amazing to be strong when you meet the strong, but weak when you are weak. It's unbelievably strong."

Fu Han's understanding of music is far beyond that of ordinary people.

He knows all too well that sometimes music is all about being just right.

The best thing about Gu Xiaohei is not because of his singing ability that crushes him.

Instead, they will cooperate with him to present a perfect performance.

If Gu Xiaohei kept suppressing him with his super singing skills, he would certainly win, but this performance might not be perfect.

Then he sighed, and said: "Oh, this makes me feel that I don't really need to hold any more concerts at all... Sure enough, I'm old, and I should quit completely."

"Brother Han, what are you talking about? We want to hear you sing again, no, ten times, a hundred times! That guitar is so handsome, how do you play it? Can you teach me!" fanboy emoji.

Everyone plays the guitar, why is there such a big difference!
"Hey, don't learn from me. I'm an evil way. I figured it out when I was bored." Fu Han shook his head, "This thing requires too much investment and too little output. I practiced it for so many days. It is difficult, too difficult to practice such a song.”

These words made Escobar, who was sitting in the orchestra pit next to him, feel sympathetic.

It's hard, it's really hard.

If you want to learn this way of playing, you need to perfect your own skills, and then erase all your previous skills and habits and start again.

This is more than difficult.

However, during this period of time, after all, the main business of the letter is not music, and he himself did not realize that he may have transcended to a new level.

And if you continue, you may become a guitarist who has never been seen before or even since.

Become a true guitar god.

"Hey, Brother Han, don't, teach me!" Wang Haixia still didn't want to give up, "I also want to be a guitarist like you, Brother Han!"

"Hahahaha... Maybe I really can't teach you anymore, and I can't teach anyone now." Fu Han shook his head, "But..."

Fu Han took off the guitar on his back, handed it to Wang Haixia and said, "I don't think your guitar is very suitable for you. You can try this one."

"Ah?" Wang Haixia's eyes widened, "Is it really possible?"

He hugged the guitar, plucked it lightly, and his eyes lit up.

In this world, some musical instruments are extremely expensive.

And there are some musical instruments, even if you have money, you can't buy them.

Fuxin's guitar is completely customized and tuned by himself. I don't know how much money and effort he spent.

Compared with Wang Haixia, the guitar he uses at this level is far worse.

After all, although Wang Haixia already claims to be Dongwon University's number one guitarist (it's just a title).

But compared with Fu Han, it is at least two or three ranks behind.

"Brother Han, this guitar... this guitar..." Wang Haixia only felt that holding this guitar was like holding a destined magic weapon in his hand, not to mention being submissive.

"Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you." Fu Han said with a smile.

"Ah?!!!" Wang Haixia raised his head.

Everyone at the scene was shocked.

"Brother Han...you gave me the guitar, what should you do?" Wang Haixia asked weakly.

He really wanted it so badly, so badly!

"Today is so cool, this once in a lifetime is enough, and I don't think it will be necessary in the future." Fu Han waved his hand.

"No!"

"Brother Han, no!"

"Whoa, whoa, how can this be possible!"

Everyone's regret is beyond words.

However, Fu Han has decided to give up on this path.

He waved his hand and said: "I have made up my mind, there is no need to say anything."

"But, Brother Han, even if you are giving it away, shouldn't you be giving it to Brother Yao..." Wang Haixia asked weakly.

This guitar is too precious, he is too embarrassed to have it.

Although he hugged her tightly.

"Xiaoyao has his own way, I don't think he wants it." Fu Han said.

Ah, does that mean you look down on me, I don't have my own way, so I just want it?
Wang Haixia said heartily.

Yes, I really want it!I really want it!Then I want it!I'm not welcome!

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, I'll go down and sit and watch the show first!"

Fu Han turned and left. Everyone looked at his back, full of thoughts.

This kind of talent, this kind of skill, is regrettable, and makes people feel...

Maybe the heavens don't want humans with such skills to appear, that's why there are blind drum gods, Shang who lives in Qingshan, and Yin who pay letters.

Escobar even had a premonition that he might not be alive soon either.

But so what?
Chao heard that, Xi can die.

(End of this chapter)