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Luo Jiujiang clenched the drumsticks tightly.

He turned around, no longer turned his head back, leaving only a slender back for others. Then he leaped high, his arms straight like a mallet, almost blending with the drumsticks.

"Boom—" The five-foot drum covered with buffalo leather was beaten vigorously.

Tang drum and drum kit are different after all.

The drum kit is a Western instrument that emerged during the jazz period, and the drums played by Luo Jiujiang can at least trace the history back to the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. If the original pottery drum is counted, it can even be traced back to the Stone Age.

Generally, the later the musical instrument is born, the more sleek the use and technique. Because it has learned the lessons of the predecessors, it will avoid all the shortcomings of the same type of predecessor instruments such as monotonous and boring. Due to the progress of the times, the materials that can be used are more advanced.

Ke Luo Jiujiang still chooses the drum.

If a musical instrument has spent thousands of years in the long river of history, it can still not be lost in wars, replaced by latecomers, or eliminated by the times, then it must have its own unique expertise.

Happy to send love. Such a musical instrument that has not been annihilated in the torrent of history for thousands of years must be able to repeatedly touch some simple and inseparable feelings in people's hearts.

In the earliest days, drums were sounded in the sacrifices, and it was used to communicate with heaven and earth and please the gods.

Later in the season, the east wind blows from the drums of war. The so-called dynamism is declining again, and the dense drums correspond to the horseshoes. Under the woven felt-like gray clouds, among the yellow sands of Loulan or the snow of Saibei, the drums are encroaching and singing the victory and defeat of life and death on the battlefield.

Later, it was used in performances. In the coveted banquets, there are noisy and fireworks in the streets and alleys. In the thousands of gutters, the loess flying like dust on the plateau, also sounded on the face of the painted white wall, pressed against the black and blue tiles, and the bamboo poles stretched out a water town six or seven feet away.

From south to north, from east to west, from Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han to Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming.

Covered with a layer of tanned strong buffalo leather, and polished with two boxwood drumsticks. Then no matter when and where you are, this simple musical instrument will shook out a muffled sound that seems to have come from ancient times in a pure percussion.

Luo Jiujiang hammered this big drum. He leaped up, from top to bottom; he slid, from front to back. The first few sounds were very sparse, as if they were just elephant hooves rumbling beyond the horizon, coming from a distant sea from a foreign land. The elephant’s forehead was covered with gold-inlaid green felt, and two ivory spurred sharp lights. Pointed, like two unsheathed knives.

Then the drums became denser, like horseshoes being hurriedly summoned.

One hundred thousand iron hoofs came from all directions, as if echoing the call of wolves. The princes from all directions came out. The drum is a messy shower, a dull bang of a shoe on the ground. Gao Xuan's ending is uncertain, and people panicked with the drumbeat.

The two drumsticks that Luo Jiujiang held in the palm of his hand before hitting the drums made them fly for the first time.

Luo Jiujiang's sleeves slid down a section, revealing his well-defined wrists. The drumsticks pulsed flexibly in his ten fingers and moved like a frog between his wrists and arms. The heavy sound is the hammer head hitting the center of the drum head, and the light and chaotic sound is the hammer tail sweeping the red drum.

After all, the elephants’ footsteps from far to near finally meet the horseshoe. As a result, Luo Jiujiang's left and right hands hit the drums of different rhythms at the same time, and the rolling and muffling sounded at the same time, and the two drums were harmonious but distinct.

They tore in imagination, gathered on the same giant drum, and merged to the same destination in reality by different routes. The flying horse leaped over the fallen golden elephant's body, and the elephant's pillar-like foot stomped on the bones of Shenjun. The collision of soldiers, gold and iron, the fierce fire and thick smoke that burned a prairie prairie, converged into a low and surging sound in the whistling wind.

Frozen drums and sad winds are waves of thunder coming from the horizon.

Yuanyuan is like a stone of gold, and it is an active drumming of soldiers.

The sound of horseshoes gradually rose, the soldiers faded, and the sound of killing fell off. The drums that had almost forced people to squeeze their hearts to their chests became gentle and joyful, and it was finally possible to loosen the unconscious wrinkles. brow.

After the tragic and vigorous war drums gradually lowered, and half a moment after the lively sound of the joyous drum, Luo Jiujiang's drumbeat changed again.

The drumbeat this time is an expedition that the offender will punish us even if it is far away, the rising dust that shakes the mountains, and the extinct sound that smashes thousands of years into white, and the next day and the moon.

Luo Jiujiang jumped up again. This time, his figure was almost solidified in mid-air, and that shape was a war of oracle bones, a Ge of Fanjiaoli. The drumhead of the giant drum was visibly recessed, and the tight drumhead was almost rippled under the most exciting beating.

This scene is pure and shocking beauty. The power visible to the naked eye lies in Luo Jiujiang’s slender legs, strong arms and tight back, the slight tremor on the drum surface, and the intoxication of everyone on the stage; and the audible music in both ears Beauty emerges in Luo Jiujiang’s strong drums, in the deep percussive sound, and in the complicated techniques of percussion, punch, muffle and roll.

How this musical instrument made the ancestors' thoughts surge thousands of years ago, now it makes the people's souls now. Amid the low percussive sound, there seemed to be a certain spirit that has never changed since the beginning of time.

It is the trumpet that resounds on all sides, the song that blows through Loulan, and the soul of the unyielding God of War, reigning in the footsteps of the iron hoof.

With a heavy drum and a high hammer, the tone was the same as the first, announcing the end of the performance.

There was a sudden silence, that was the time it took for the soul to return.

When this drum hits, no one can remember Ye Heng a moment ago.

Ye Heng's drum set is not bad, but it can't be compared with Luo Jiujiang's.

Luo Jiujiang's drums are like his ventriloquist, reaching a certain level, and he can even conquer laymen who don't know anything about it.

The applause sounded slowly for a long time, but the force was strong enough to pierce the ears. Across a layer of screens and speakers, people who have never watched the scene can not intuitively feel the momentum of Luo Jiujiang at that moment, but they have to admit that they have been conquered by the drumbeat.

The coffee cup that Shao Lan held previously was empty. This is not because he can still drink drinks while playing in Luo Jiujiang-after listening to Luo Jiujiang's war drums, he can almost only feel a steady stream of spirit and sentiment pouring out from his chest, how can he go against the breath? Swallow things in.

It was the angle from which he hadn't paid attention to the coffee in a trance. The hot brown liquid was volume on the table, and then it flowed down the polished marble table top, spreading drop by drop on the light floor. The pool of coffee evaporates the last breath, looking terrible and embarrassed.

Although the coffee did not burn Shao Lan, nor did he stain his clothes, he had already begun to feel that he was as embarrassed as the liquid dripping on the floor.

He couldn't help but think of the drum he had just heard, and recalled that the camera had adjusted the angle and swiped across Luo Jiujiang's back from top to bottom, revealing his tight waist and back under his shirt. , It is as capable as the sculptures of ancient Greek gods and contains beautiful lines, which makes people feel the purest dazzling and thirst...

There is also the pair of hands holding drumsticks, as if controlling thunder. When has it been arbitrarily held in the palm of Shao Lan, kneading and playing with it, slender fingers curled up a little shyly, it is hard to see the power inside.

He thought Shen Qingjiang was just a stand-in, he thought Shen Qingjiang just had a face similar to Han Qianling.

Wrong, he could be so dazzling, so dazzling.

And he used to hold the other person in his hand, but for a moment he made a mistake and passed by blindly...

Shao Lan was slightly distracted. He really couldn't restrain himself so that he would not think about the vigorous profile of Luo Jiujiang from the side.

Ye Heng was invited back to the stage again, he still kept his sunny smile, only his face was slightly paler than before.

Shao Lan looked at Ye Heng through the screen, even feeling a bit strange. For such a short second, he could hardly remember who this little star with a template-like smile was.

It's as if those well-behaved people who pleased and shared the same bed were all beaten away by the drum beat half an hour ago.

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At the end of the performance, the calculation of on-site tickets and off-site tickets begins.

The votes for Luo Jiujiang or Ye Heng will be counted until the performance of the next group of programs is finished.

According to the regulations of the program group, each off-site audience will have 16 votes, and they can vote for one person or different players.

A voting pop-up window popped up on Shao Lan's live webpage, asking about his voting intention in the previous game. Shao Lan almost didn't even look at it, so he didn't hesitate to point his mouse at the latter, and directly cast all 16 votes to Luo Jiujiang.

At the scene of the game, Ye Heng did not yet know about it.

He withdrew to the stage, all the perfect smiles on his face were withdrawn. Thinking of Luo Jiujiang's performance this time and the undecided number of votes, his heart suddenly became more annoying.

He is not Xu Liang'an, he is nowhere to be seen when he is fryed by fans on the Internet. Ye Heng is self-aware. He knows how much his drum level is compared to Luo Jiujiang.

If you compare the degree of craftsmanship, this is not the difference between an "apprentice" and a "artisan", it's all about the master beating the children.

Ye Heng knew that he didn't need to think about the audience tickets. Only the live broadcast fan tickets launched off-site are the big ones that I can get.

The program of Dream Producer is similar to the training of men's team trainees. Ye Heng, an artist who has already made his debut, turned back to participate in this kind of show, and has already lost his position. If he even loses the first battle... Needless to say, Ye Heng himself can already think how terrible it would be to laugh outside.

Fortunately, he has fans and voting navy.

Yes, he is very different from Luo Jiujiang's skills; yes, let alone people who engage in music, anyone with long ears knows who the winner should be. but……

The eyes of the masses may be really sharp, but the number of votes on the Internet is not.

If the navy was dispatched and voted Ye Hengsheng a vote that overwhelmed Luo Jiujiang, he would indeed be scolded as a shady. However, the program group of this pot must be with him, and Ye Heng's pressure is much less.

Moreover, as far as this kind of program is, the more rampant it is in the later stage of ticketing, Ye Heng's deeds will eventually be submerged in the vast ocean of ticketing, and there will be no trace.

Passers-by are all goldfish brains. At most, fans of Luo Jiujiang are worried about this.

If he loses, that would be truly embarrassing, and even irrelevant people will step on it twice when they know the news, and get addicted.

Thinking of that scene, Ye Heng let out a cold smile on his lips. He moved his neck and unbuttoned his vest, which was covered with metal sequins.

He waited for the final voting result.