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These eight disciples of Kim Yang-chol.

The youngest is already 54.

They are all national treasure-level singing artists.

So usually not like the little young ~, surf the Internet at all.

I don’t pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry.

Yes.

Although Leng Chao is the most popular artist on the Internet recently.

But to these eight bigwigs, Leng Chao’s name was very unfamiliar.

Although Leng Chao came before.

Kim Yang-chul also talked about him.

But the information is just that Leng Chao took the pop singer route and debuted less than a month.

Therefore, these big guys all thought.

Master is just old and lonely.

The children and apprentices are not around.

This casually accepted a young man to pass the time.

Now I heard about it.

This little junior brother can actually write songs.

Not only can he write songs, but the songs he wrote also entered Huang Jing’s eyes.

Not only did it enter Huang Jing’s eyes, but the song was also sent to the hands of the fourth senior brother (senior brother) Yan Qingwen.

Everyone couldn’t help but be stunned.

To know.

With Yan Qingwen’s current status.

Songs that are not ace songwriters will not be sung.

What kind of song did this Leng Chao write that even the fourth senior brother (senior brother) was praising it?

“Fourth Senior Brother, then you sing it to us.”

Zhang Ye said with a smile.

“So I sing?”

Yan Qingwen looked at Leng Chao with a smile.

“Then I’ll accompany Senior Brother.”

Leng Chao remembered that the old man had a guqin.

I have always been a baby in the practice room.

He had itchy hands for a long time.

And don’t wait for the old man to agree.

When he turned around, he took it out and put it on his knee.

Reached out and flicked twice.

Zheng Zheng has the sound of jingo.

Sure enough, it is a good piano, no wonder the old man has always been very precious.

The angry Jin Liangzhe stretched out his hand and gave Leng Chao a brain collapse.

“Good.”

“Let’s work together.”

These eight big guys.

Every year when Kim Yang-chul meets on his birthday, he always has to compare them.

Today, the song written by the little junior brother is to compete.

Yan Qingwen didn’t hold it either.

After clearing his throat.

Push your hands to your knees and you’re already in shape.

And Leng Chao took the sound with his left hand, hooked his right hand, and picked it with his right hand.

Suddenly.

A guqin sound that seemed to have a deep sense of fatalism sounded.

This…

The big guys were slightly startled.

Even Kim Yang-chul was stunned.

He didn’t expect it either.

This little apprentice of himself can even play the guqin, and he also plays it very well.

And at this moment, Yan Qingwen’s singing voice also sounded.

“Rolling east of the Yangtze River…”

“Heroes of the Waves…”

“Success or failure turns empty…”

It is worthy of being a national treasure-level singing artist.

Yan Qingwen spoke.

That majestic and desolate feeling, with the heaviness of history, comes to the face.

Even Leng Chao couldn’t help but be stunned when he heard it.

Instantly, on the blue star, Mr. Yang Hongji sang this song.

In his heart, he secretly said admiration.

“Aoyama is still there…”

“A few degrees of sunset red…”

“White-haired fishing tree on Jiangzhu…”

“Accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze…”

Call~

“Is this lyric really written by this young man in front of you?”

Thick and subtle.

It seems to be writing about river water fishing trees, but in fact it is borrowing these songs.

Poetic and majestic.

The senior brothers and sisters let out a long breath.

They all couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at Leng Chao.

And Leng Chao’s entire spirit is all on the guqin.

I saw him playing the music extremely skillfully.

The deep and sad melody seems to be beating.

The tune is deep, vigorous and full of quaint atmosphere.

With Yan Qingwen’s majestic and majestic singing.

The listener can’t help but feel a feeling of sluggishness. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“A jug of cloudy wine meets joy…”

“How many things are going on in ancient and modern times…”

“It’s all laughing…”

Yan Qingwen sang a song.

Leng Chao’s song also came to an end.

After another tick, he stroked his hands on the strings that were still vibrato.

“You smelly boy, you won’t send me back.”

See Leng Chao finished playing.

Kim Yang-chul couldn’t help but laugh and scold.

This guqin, but his old fellow, baby.

“Yes, yes, send it back immediately.”

Leng Chao also finished his hand addiction.

After carefully returning the guqin to its original place, he returned to the courtyard and sat down.

“Little Junior Brother, did you write this word and song?”

Song Zhuying looked at Leng Chao with some incredulity.

“Hmm.”

Leng Chao nodded.

“If I hadn’t just checked it online.”

“I thought that you found a song song to fool us somewhere.”

Song Zhuying couldn’t help but sigh.

“And your song, it’s a must.”

Zhu Hai couldn’t help but praise.

All the bigwigs nodded in unison.

No wonder Huang Jing will fancy this song, and the fourth will pick up this song.

This is definitely the trump card of trump cards.

If it were them, it would definitely be right away.

“Can you compose music, can fill in the lyrics?”

“Master accepted this closed disciple.”

“I’m afraid the latecomer will prevail.”

All the big guys looked at Leng Chao again at this moment, and their eyes unconsciously changed.

“Master, you are biased!”

Zhang Ye said with a smile.

“Where do I have eccentricity?”

Kim Liang Chulqi said.

“You taught us, only singing.”

“But you teach the little junior brother, even the word filling and guqin.”

Kim Yang-chul is an ancient figure.

I am extremely obsessed with the traditions left by my ancestors.

For example, Peking Opera.

For example, guqin.

It also includes lyrics and composition.

Zhang also thought that Leng Chao’s words and guqin were all taught by Jin Liangzhe.

“Your little junior brother has only been worshipping me as a teacher for less than two months.”

“Do you think I taught me?”

The old man glanced at Zhang Ye angrily.

What the?

It turned out that it was not taught by the old man.

The big guys were even more surprised.

To know.

Guqin is fine.

Now many children will learn this thing to add points to the exam in order to go to school.

But this fills in the word.

Without a certain cultural heritage, you can’t do it at all.

“Senior brothers, I studied Chinese department in college.”

Leng Chao hurriedly rationalized his skills.

In front of such a group of old foxes.

If you are not careful, you will get in trouble.

Seeing that this little disciple of his own collection was able to shock a group of big disciples.

The old man’s face was suddenly triumphant.

He’s proud!

Really.

Whether it’s parents or master.

It must be the baby that hurts the youngest.

“Little Junior Brother…”

Zhang Ye was still a little unconvinced.

Obviously, she was the youngest disciple before, and the old man hurt her the most.

“Senior sister…”

“Look, you are meeting with senior brothers and sisters for the first time today, shouldn’t you give us a meeting gift?”

Leng Chao: “…”

Can I still play?

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