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This is Jiangu, which was used to command advance and retreat in ancient times when marching and fighting.

Jiangu is often played at the beginning of the sacrifice.

When the program team bought this drum from the countryside, it was just to make up the number, and they never thought that it would be played again one day.After all, these days, with no sacrifices or cold wars, Jiangu has faded from people's memory.

It is like an old general who has retired from the battlefield, standing quietly in the corner, watching the younger generations singing to the sky, and the faded patterns describe the thickness and vicissitudes of history.

Maybe it doesn't even come to mind.

There will be a day when I will be ringed again.

Xu Mei's eyes widened, "You still play this kind of big drum?"

Yu Xinyue just smiled, "I'm rough on the surface."

Yu Xinyue struggled to push the big drum down to the center, and then ran to another corner to rescue the base where the Jian drum should have been placed from a pile of sundries.

She stared at the two big guys in embarrassment.

It stands to reason that the ancient war drums should stand upright, but they are too heavy, and it is difficult for her to put things on it by herself.

So she turned around and asked the crowd, "Can someone lift it for me?"

Xu Mei immediately rolled up her sleeves, "I'm coming!"

Ye Wendi also came to help, but his strength was as weak as his voice, and his combat power was about zero.

In the past, it took several strong men to put this kind of big drum on the high base. Of course, the three children couldn't lift it up. Besides, Yu Xinyue was like a king with two bronzes, so he couldn't lift it up.

Other contestants wanted to help, but Zhu Xitong stared back after walking a few steps.

They didn't want to offend Qing Shuo.

Yu Xinyue had no choice but to flatten the drum on the ground, "That's it."

As she spoke, she walked to the corner and picked up the same dusty drumstick.Hold it in your hand, it's heavy.

Qing said the person's hands were trembling, and he was talking in his heart.

Is this the man in charge?

I thought Suona was already at its limit, but I didn't expect a drum to appear suddenly?What kind of drum is this? Is it the kind played in wars before, or the grievance drum at the gate of the yamen in TV dramas?

Fortunately, Zhu Xitong's mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of a countermeasure, "We are all music learners. If you beat it with a big drum, what's the use? I might as well compare you with an electric drill."

Yu Xinyue sneered, "Who said I'm going to knock around."

Zhu Xitong: "What do you mean? Isn't knocking on this drum just like knocking, and you can still make a flower?"

Jiangu is not like a drum kit.There are more than a dozen parts in the drum kit, and snare drums can make the timbre richer and the sound processing more layered.But Jiangu only has a dry big drum, what kind of rhythm can it beat.

Wang Mosquito mocked, "Why don't your friends beat the gong for you again, beat the gong and the drum, boom, boom, boom, boom."

After finishing speaking, the person who said Qing also laughed.

At first they were shocked by the big drum, but when they came back to their senses, they suddenly felt that they should not worry at all. Even if it is loud, what kind of music is music without aesthetic feeling?

Yu Xinyue was not angry, and patted the cowhide drum surface, "This is a good idea, but it's a pity that my friend doesn't know how to play musical instruments."

Ye Wendi lowered his head, showing an embarrassed look, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Xu Mei also said dejectedly, "It's also my fault for not messing with them."

Yu Xinyue "It's okay, anyway, if I don't look for them, they will look for me."

Behind the crowd, someone laughed softly, "I'll accompany you."

The teenagers turned their heads and exclaimed, "Isn't that Teacher Mei? And Aaron!"

"Who is that man in the middle? Why haven't I seen him?"

However, those who understand a little bit have already screamed at this time, "He is Tong Song!!!!"

Tong Song seldom shows up, and concert tickets are very rare. For most teenagers, they have only heard his name and never seen his face.But this does not hinder their worship of Tong Song.

"Qin Shihuang!"

"The teacher is here, you focus!"

"Great giant! Why is he here? He's the mysterious person on the poster!"

Yu Xinyue ran over and greeted with a smile, "Teacher Tong!"

Tong Song smiled and nodded, "I want to beat the Jiangu." He glanced at it, "This one has to stand up."

Yu Xinyue sighed, "It's too heavy."

Tong Song "I'll help you."

Mei Yiqing beside him quickly said, "I'll go too."

Yu Xinyue tilted her head to look at the two people who were with Tong Song.

Mei Yiqing is the same as on the poster, with short hair in a Tang suit, gentle and jade-like, and very temperamental.

And Aaron has blonde hair and blue eyes, with thin lips pursed, looking a little arrogant.

Aaron didn't want to move the big drum, and said in jerky Chinese, "Mr. Tong, why are you interested in participating in children's play."

Tong Song "This is classmate Qia, a boy in his prime."

Aaron had a blank look on his face.

Mei Yiqing patted him on the shoulder, "The teacher is saying that this world is ours, but one day it will be theirs."

The two of them went to help the girl, leaving Aaron with a dazed face, so they couldn't be simpler, the way of speaking should be simpler!

Seeing that the judges were all helping, the teenagers watching the battle rushed over one after another and set up Jiangu together.

Mei Yiqing reached out and patted "This drum is not common now," she looked at the girl, "Do you really want to play this?"

Yu Xinyue nodded.

Tong Song asked, "What instrument do you want to accompany?"

He said it lightly, as if Yu Xinyue could have whatever she wanted.

Yu Xinyue smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Tong Song picked up a pipa, and Mei Yiqing immediately said, "This is good, the fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and the pipa can just play Xiao Sha on the battlefield!"

Aaron said curiously, "So Mr. Tong can also play the pipa?"

Mei Yiqing said, "You should ask the teacher what he doesn't know."

Tong Song put on the pick, "I just know a little bit, but I'm not good at it."

He picked up the pipa, casually flicked it twice, and the crisp sound of flowing water burst out from between his fingers.

The teenagers were stunned: "This is called fur? Is this called not being good at?"

But why is this damn modesty so familiar?

Then they all turned their eyes to Yu Xinyue—these two musical geniuses, one big and one small, both go too far. They always inadvertently make people feel inferior to death. Is this the world of the strong?

"What do you want to play?"

Yu Xinyue thought about it, "King Qin broke the battle."

Tong Song nodded and looked at Zhu Xitong, "It will take some time for me to tune the strings here, you guys come first."

Qing said that everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't dare to start at all. In a bronze-level K match, they originally wanted to win more with less, but who knew that a king would suddenly jump out?It's not fair!

Mei Yiqing glanced at the group of foolish children, and said with a smile, "Teacher Tong is going to end, it's not fair to them."

The contestant Qing said was tearful, Mr. Mei is so kind!Speak their minds at once!

Then Mei Yiqing continued, "Otherwise, aaron, you can teach them too."

Aaron was overwhelmed by the sudden roll call, "Huh?"

You must know that the orchestra is not just a bunch of people squeezed together, you play and I play, beautiful alone.To have a wonderful performance, all parts must be coordinated to achieve the perfect effect.

Aaron frowned, his rejection was obvious.

Mei Yiqing said, "Is this a duel between Western music and Eastern music? It's really exciting."

Overseas music circles have a persistent prejudice against the East, and Aaron is no exception. He actually looked down on this show, but Tian Yu gave too much, and the price he offered was enough for him to let go of his reserve as a musician.

It's as if you and I have no chance at all, and it's all up to you to spend money.

Since Mei Yiqing opened his mouth to bring the topic to the dispute between things, Aaron didn't back down anymore, and twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.

This is the first time he has seen the Dongfang Dagu, it is very big, and it is shocking at first glance, but that is all.Qing said that they have inherent advantages, so many people playing together, the magnificent atmosphere, at least can give people a strong sense of impact.

Even if this group of people has not been trained, it will never be worse than a drum and a pipa.

1+1 is not greater than two, at least not less than 1.

The result was not as he expected. This group of teenagers already had a musical foundation. Under his command, a classic "Carmen Suite" won warm applause.

Aaron was also a little surprised, Huaxia music is not very good, but this group of teenagers are still quite talented, and they can understand it with a little bit of dialing, no worse than Western kids.

Everyone looked at Yu Xinyue.

Now it's not just about the volume, the simple little competition has been turned into a dispute between east and west by Mei Yiqing's words.Everyone is from China, and from the bottom of their hearts, they don't want Yu Xinyue to lose, but no matter how she looks at it now, her chances of winning are not great.

Even with the help of Teacher Tong, she can't beat a drum to create the majestic momentum of an orchestra.

There are more than ten kinds of musical instruments, dozens of people, three major parts of strings, wind instruments, and percussion, while Yu Xinyue has only a pipa and a drum, so the choice of instruments is inferior.

Yu Xinyue: "Teacher, are you ready?"

Tong Song sat down holding the pipa, looked at the girl, and nodded.

Yu Xinyue took a deep breath, clenched the drumstick in her hand, raised her hands high, and stretched her arms so that they were parallel to the drum surface.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The big drum made a deep humming.The sound of drums changed from slow to fast, from sparse to dense, as if thousands of troops and horses galloped from the vast wilderness, and the ground trembled with the clatter of horseshoes.

"The Music of the King of Qin Breaking the Battle" is the national anthem of the early Tang Dynasty, magnificent and majestic, resounding through the great Tang Dynasty.

Only Jiangu can perfectly interpret such magnificent music.The sound of the big drum sounded like gold and stone striking each other, and the sound shook the sky, making people arrive at the desolate and terrifying ancient battlefield in an instant, with golden war horses and white-feathered divine army in front of them.

In the cold autumn air, the north wind blows through the dry grass and blows the battle flags.

Dongdong is the crushing of iron hooves, rumbling is the march of chariots, and with the sound of the sharp pipa, the iron cavalry protrudes and the blades meet.

The drums beat one after another, faster and faster.

The audience's blood rushed to their hearts, and the heartbeat seemed to be in harmony with the drumbeat, one after another, roaring and shouting. At this time, they seemed to be members of the Tang army, confident and high-spirited, rushing towards the enemy like a tiger coming out of the mountain.

The dense and chaotic drumbeats are the horseshoes of the enemy,

The high-spirited and neat drumbeat is the Tang army pursuing the victory.

White horse with silver saddle, immediately pipa.

The pride that had been separated for thousands of years poured into the hearts of the young people again. It was the lofty ambition that surpassed everything in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it was the strong voice of 5000 years of history.

The continuous sound of drums is tragic and majestic. For 5000 years, this drum sound has been engraved on every page of history books. Temperament——

The soldier will wear his heart and gall, and will be on the edge of the blade,

Shuai Leng's sleeves are full of blood, and Wang Lijian shines.

Brilliant, majestic, confident, majestic, this is the voice of Huaxia!

This is the confidence that belongs to Huaxia!

The author has something to say: I'm sorry that this chapter is not thick and long, but my cat has caused a headache.

The soldier will wear his heart and gall, and will be on the edge of the blade,

Shuai Leng's sleeves are full of blood, and Wang Lijian shines. —— TV series "Heshan"