Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 201 Sending you a song "House of Flying Daggers"

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

These are two poems written by Bai Juyi in "Pipa Xing", which are used to describe the superb playing skills of pipa girls.

At this time, the feeling of everyone in the audience was this shocking feeling.

To put it bluntly, compared with Yang Hao's current playing, the pipa artist's playing just now can only remind people of the phrase "play my beloved earthen pipa", the level is really too low.

The gap between the two is simply a difference between cloud and mud!
This is not only due to the chip of the master of folk arts, but also the bonus of the chip of the music expert. After all, whether it is Sanxian or Pipa, they are all within the scope of musical instruments.

At this time, Yang Hao spoke again.

"The night sky rises faintly from the city tower, and the pretty girl sits alone and sighs..."

Just the first two sentences, many people in the audience were dumbfounded, and the two artists next to them almost sat down on the ground!
Curly water grinds the tune, drunken the listener's heart.

This kind of long and melodious singing, the artist who is generally not good enough, can't control it at all.

Let’s just say that the difficulty of the opening two sentences just now is enough to discourage most artists. Those who are not good enough in singing may not finish a sentence before they can catch up in one breath and pass out.

"He can even sing this?! This...how is this damn possible!"

Qiao Baichuan was completely calm. After finally waiting for the end of the song, he rushed to get ahead of everyone's applause, and continued to pose problems, trying to disrupt Yang Hao's position.

"The third song! "The Romance of the West Chamber: The Matchmaker Asks the Sick", Hou Tiao!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Hao smiled lightly and plucked the pipa calmly.

"The spring is thick and the wind is light, Zhang Sheng is sick in the room..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, sweat dripped from Qiao Baichuan's forehead, and he yelled in his heart: Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could he do this, this... this is so unscientific!
"The...fourth song, "Jade Dragonfly · Copy Text", Chen Tiao!"

Yang Hao still smiled lightly, switched back to Sanxian, and continued to speak.

"Reviving the old family of the Jin family took a lot of effort..."

At the end of the song, Qiao Baichuan was sweating profusely, but he still didn't give up.

"Fifth... five five five..."

Hahaha!
Seeing that he was stuttering like this, Yin Meiling and the others couldn't help laughing, feeling so relieved, to see if this shameless old thief dares to cheat others in the future!

Yang Hao suppressed his laughter, and said, "Ahem, ahem, don't laugh, everyone. It's not easy for the old man. He racked his brains to cooperate with me to pretend to be aggressive. There is no credit but hard work."

puff!
Qiao Baichuan almost spewed out his old blood, but he still insisted tremblingly: "Boy, you... don't be complacent, if you are kind...you can sing all ten songs, otherwise I won't accept it!"

Yang Hao curled his lips: "Don't cry when you see the coffin, okay, since you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you, then go ahead, come up with the questions quickly."

Qiao Baichuan gritted his teeth and came up with the title: "The fifth song, "Grandma at the Late Ming Dynasty·Bie Tai Temple", summer tune!"

"Unfilial children and grandchildren leave their ancestors, lose their country, and know that their crimes are hard to tolerate..."

"Song number...666..."

……

More than half an hour passed, and Yang Hao had already sung nine songs, basically sweeping away all the main genres of Pingtan!
Qiao Baichuan's clothes were drenched with sweat, and he swallowed for a long time before uttering the title of the tenth track without confidence.

Yang Hao finished it easily, and then asked with a smile: "Hehe, old Qiao, how are you doing, are you satisfied?"

Qiao Baichuan panted heavily, swallowed it with difficulty, and temporarily confessed: "Satisfied, your Pingtan kung fu, I...I admire it!"

"Hehe, not bad, you can bend and stretch, Old Qiao, you are really a man, you are quite cute." Yang Hao imitated Jay Chou's tone, and teased.

"How about this, didn't you order ten pieces, then I will reward you at the end and give you a piece of pipa music."

As he spoke, he played "House of Flying Daggers".

As soon as he heard this song, Qiao Baichuan's eyes really went dark, and his whole body collapsed.

Yang Hao made it clear that he was mocking him. Before, he thought he had dug a huge hole for Yang Hao, but he finally found out that he was the idiot who was caught in the ambush!
Thanks to myself, I wanted to use my IQ to win the round, but I was completely crushed by Yang Hao's IQ, woo woo woo, old man... old man refuses to accept it!
Qiao Baichuan thought about it, but he could only look at Yang Hao with a resentful expression, watching Yang Hao finish pretending to be a dick.

clap clap clap!
Amid the waves of applause, Yang Hao walked off the stage slowly and sat back on the grand master's chair.

"It's amazing, Yang Hao, you really hide your secrets, you actually have such a unique skill, it's simply unbelievable!"

Ma Qinchao gave him a thumbs up and said in amazement: "To be honest, I haven't seen Pingtan masters before, but a Pingtan master like you who is young and proficient in various genres, no, this is already beyond the level of a master." , I have never seen it in my life!"

He couldn't help asking: "Who did you learn Pingtan from?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to know who the hell could teach such a monstrous genius.

Yang Hao touched his nose, and replied solemnly: "Ahem, actually... I am self-taught."

Puff puff!
Everyone sprayed, and said in their hearts that it's not that they have never seen shameless people, but that they have never seen such shameless people like you.

Return his meow self-taught?You are going to the grave to burn newspapers, you are fooling ghosts!
Prince Ma rolled his eyes: "Hey, it's fine if you don't want to say it, what are you bragging about, self-taught? The devil would believe it."

Yang Hao shrugged helplessly: "Oh, these days, no one believes the truth. I am really self-taught. Have you ever heard the word 'teach yourself without a teacher'? It was specially designed for me."

vomit!
Everyone silently stretched out their middle fingers, expressing that they had never seen such a brazen person before, it was simply shameless!

Qiao Baichuan's mouth was so itchy that he really wanted to say a few words to satirize Yang Hao, but after thinking about the ten Pingtan songs just now, and the last song "Ambush from Ten Daggers", he could only bear it.

"It's not that the old man is weak, but that the enemy has a Gundam!"

Qiao Baichuan thought about it, but was speechless, unable to cry even if he wanted to.

Wan Zulong spoke at this time, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Ahem, let's continue enjoying the performance. Harmony, harmony is the most important thing."

But those two Pingtan artists were embarrassed to play tricks again.

Yang Hao just swept the Pingtan ten consecutive cuts of all major schools, and he put too much pressure on them.

And everyone in the audience was not happy about it. If they had listened to it before, they would have thought it was pretty good.

But now that I just finished listening to Yang Hao, and then listen to these two people again, it really feels like I’m not listening to Pingtan, but playing cotton, I can’t bear it at all!

(End of this chapter)