I sang "The Case of the Beauty" before, but was so scorned by these old guys that Tu Xiaogang also held his breath.

Now that you have Xiao Qian's support, what are you still worried about?

He saved a breath of Dantian Qi, opened his mouth and tongue, exhaled and made a sound, but his dramatic tone was smooth, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

"Oh, this song is exciting."

A strange look flashed across Feng Zhiyun's face, and he became much more serious.

Not only him, but also other old men.

They are basically treasures of traditional art, but seeing the decline of traditional art, it can be said that they are not without anxiety.

They are also very anxious about how to carry forward traditional culture and pass on the wealth left by their ancestors.

However, times are changing so fast that they really can't keep up.

Now, such an authentic Chinese-style song came sweeping in, and it immediately opened a door for several elderly people.

Hearing the excitement, Feng Zhiyun suddenly picked up the suona, moved his cheeks with full breath, and blew out a passionate song, which stirred the world.

The originally calm lake surface rippled behind him, the willows swayed in agreement, and the playful mandarin ducks also spread their wings, adding a bit of natural power to this musical instrument.

The older generation of traditional artists cannot read music scores, and their skills have become a part of their bodies through years of singing, chanting and doing.

No one taught Feng Zhiyun when to add the suona, but the cooperation between him and Tu Xiaogang was just like Boya and Ziqi. They had a tacit understanding.

This song is done.

The more Xiao Qian listened, the more excited she became. Looking at Tu Xiaogang who was singing loudly, and then looking at Feng Zhiyun who was shaking the sky, he could already foresee that a singing superstar was rising.
Chapter completed!