Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 200 I'm so fucking meowing!

Qiao Baichuan's face was frighteningly dark. If it wasn't for this place not being his territory, he would have called for five hundred knives and axemen to hang Yang Hao up and beat him.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, and he has never been so aggrieved today. He was slapped in the face by a little bastard for no reason.

It seems that I still have to rely on IQ to win the round, he thought.

So Qiao Baichuan gritted his molars and said, "Okay, Yang Hao, now that your personal grievances are over, shouldn't we continue with the previous things?"

"Hey, old Qiao, I knew you'd never give up. Do you still want to win the round so that you can save some face?"

Yang Hao sighed, with a serious expression on his face: "Actually, why bother, if you do this, the final result is that I pretend to be aggressive, and you lose face. I am very moved by your spirit of self-sacrifice, really."

Puff puff!
Qiao Baichuan almost passed out out of breath, vomiting blood in his heart, tremblingly said: "Stop frightening me with empty plans, just say you can do it, if you want to go back on your word, just say so!"

Yang Hao smiled unnecessarily: "Hehe, listen to people's persuasion and eat enough, but since you are so persistent and want me to act like this, then I will reluctantly satisfy you."

It seems that the 'Qiyi master chip' should not be saved. Sending the Buddha to the west is a slap in the face.

Thinking about it, Yang Hao stood up again: "Just now I've been holding back my urine for a long time, I'll go back as soon as I go."

This time, Qiao Baichuan didn't say anything, just drinking tea with a gloomy face.

Wan Zulong came back after urinating "just right" again, and made people call the two previous Pingtan artists back with a smile, and continued to perform as if nothing happened.

After a while, Yang Hao walked back slowly. Before he could speak, Qiao Baichuan couldn't wait to stop the performance.

Yang Hao was very straightforward this time, jumped onto the stage, and cupped his hands at the bewildered artist: "My friend, let me borrow the Sanxian, thank you."

The artist hurriedly got up in fear and trepidation, and handed over the Sanxian.

Yang Hao sat down calmly and crossed Erlang's legs, but he looked decent, and he really had the posture of a professional.

In the audience, Yin Meiling couldn't help asking Yang Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, your brother is not really a master of Pingtan, is he? This is a unique variety of folk art in the Wu language area!"

The little loli faltered and said sloppily: "Uh, he should be able to, otherwise my brother is not stupid, if he can't, he will definitely not jump into the pit."

On the other side, Qiao Baichuan has already started to have a problem: "Yang Hao, you heard clearly, let's come to "Dream of Red Mansions·Daiyu Burning Manuscript" for the first song, if you want 'Wei Diao', do you know what 'Wei Diao' is?" Bar?"

There are many schools of Pingtan, and Wei Tiao is one of them. Because it was born out of "Ma Tiao", it is also called "Ma Pai Wei Tiao", and it is not easy for experts to distinguish the difference.

Yang Hao just smiled and said nothing, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and directly played the sanxian.

ding ding dong dong...

With just a few strokes of Sanxian, the few knowledgeable people in the audience were shocked.

"Fuck, this kid is really good at it. At least this three-stringed kung fu is not at the level that ordinary artists can achieve!"

Qiao Baichuan began to have a bad feeling. He is a master of Peking Opera. Although Peking Opera is opera, Pingtan is Quyi. There is a big difference between the two.

But there are still many things in common, so among the people present, Qiao Baichuan is definitely the most knowledgeable one.

"Now let's look at his singing. Fortunately, there are many genres of Pingtan. Even if this kid really knows one or two, it is absolutely impossible for him to meet all of them, right? It seems that I have to think about a few more. he!"

Qiao Baichuan cheered himself up, thinking hard in his heart.

At this time, Yang Hao spoke up.

"The wind and rain last night, the iron horses are noisy, and the beautiful flowers are left in the Grand View Garden..."

Whoa!
Yang Hao just sang a few words, and most of the audience were shocked.

No way, he sang really well!

Even people who have never heard of Pingtan before can clearly feel that Yang Hao is a master, because if nothing else, just compare with the two Pingtan artists before, and the judgment will be made instantly.

As for Qiao Baichuan who really knows how to do this, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

"I'm so fucking meowed, this... how old is this kid, how could he have such a beautiful Pingtan kung fu!"

Qiao Baichuan couldn't figure it out, he could only quietly watch Yang Hao pretending to be aggressive on stage, not to mention the aggrieved energy in his heart, it was so uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, the song ended.

clap clap clap!
Everyone in the audience applauded loudly, especially the women's army headed by Yang Xiaohuan, their slaps became red.

The daughters of Yin Meiling, who had seen Yang Hao's god-level electric guitar before, were even more shocked. They felt that Yang Hao's versatility was simply too much!

Zhang Lei doesn't know much about this aspect, so she is still wondering: Is there any similarity between the electric guitar and the sanxian?But Yang Hao's Wu Nong's soft words and his ecstatic singing, how can he explain it?
The policemen in the future are thinking too much, and they can't figure it out. In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that Yang Hao is a peerless genius and omnipotent.

Otherwise, what more scientific explanation can there be?When she thought about it, she didn't worry about it anymore.

With a sullen face, Qiao Baichuan continued to ask difficult questions: "Ahem, the second song, here we come... come to "Nie Hai Ji · Si Fan", Yu Tiao, yes, this is the one!"

As soon as this topic came up, anyone who knew a little bit could feel Qiao Baichuan's deep malice.

Yin Meiling in the back row couldn't help swearing, and said in a low voice: "Fuck, this shameless old thief actually asked Yang Hao to sing this, it's clear that he is embarrassing Yang Hao!"

Yang Xiaohuan became nervous and asked, "Ah, sister Meiling, is this difficult?"

"Oh, of course, "Nie Hai Ji Si Fan" is a famous Kunqu Opera excerpt, and there is another one called "Down the Mountain"."

Yin Meiling lamented: "This one is not much more demanding than the "Dream of Red Mansions" just now. If you don't have some knowledge of Kunqu opera, you can't sing this at all."

"And this one has to change to a pipa. Does your brother even know how to play a pipa? If he's so good at it, then I really... don't know what to say!"

The correct line in Yin Meiling's heart is: Then I really love him to death, this talent is so overflowing that it can overflow vertically!

On the stage, Yang Hao remained calm, bowed his hands to the two artists next to him, and said politely: "My friend, please borrow the pipa, thank you."

Those two listened to his song just now, they were already astonished by him, and at this moment they hurriedly presented the pipa in fear.

Yang Hao cleared his throat, and thought that it was a good thing he had used the genetic enhancement liquid, otherwise even if he used the Quyi master chip, it would be useless if his throat couldn't keep up.

He crackled and fiddled with the pipa, shocking the audience again!

(End of this chapter)