Sundering Nature Chapter 169: Good sound in secrets
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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine: A Good Voice in the Secret Realm
Boom! The third loud drum sounded, but there was still no phantom falling from the top of the stage, but Li Yiming was all over his body, and his relaxed arms fell. His body was like a discouraged ball, slowly gathering, slowly sinking, and gradually curling up together. Until the arms were wrapped around the knees, only the head was still swaying left and right with breathing.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom! With the continuous sound of drums, Li Yiming jumped up and stepped forward. On the stage in front of him, red shadows fell like raindrops. These falling red shadows were no longer in the shape of arrows, but Pure dots.
Fang Shui'er looked at the sky above the stage in surprise. The dense phantoms are not very spaced, and when you look closely, they are not without a trace. It’s just that these red phantoms are mixed with all kinds of weird and complicated shapes. Lines...
The previous three single drum beats gave speed, and when the bass drum sounded continuously, the rhythm finally became clear.
"The General's Order"... Li Yiming was in the air, with a trace of nostalgia hanging from the corner of his mouth, and finally heard the music he was familiar with. The person has not touched the ground, his right hand has been raised high, and a large circle is drawn from the top to the bottom, and the toes just hit the ground, and the body is rapidly rotating following the inertia brought by the right hand.
The seemingly irregular rotation, every tap of the footsteps accurately step under the falling shadow. With the rotation, Li Yiming's hands are constantly waving around the body, or wearing, or pressing, or teasing , Or push, a series of actions are dazzled by others, but none of the falling shadows and red lines are in vain...
The crowd around was stunned. If it weren't for a few stone statues with grim expressions standing beside them, they would even think it was a well-prepared performance.
Fang Shui'er was also stunned. As Li Yiming jumped, turned sharply, and turned smoothly, her thoughts were unconsciously drawn by Li Yiming, and her concentration and alertness gradually blurred, leaving only the other side in her eyes. Long white hair fluttering in red light. Fang Shui'er is an artist, a top artist in the world, but when Li Yiming devoted herself to the dance, she was shocked. It turns out that someone can dance the dance like this. Fang Shui'er is a Taoist protector, a senior Taoist protector, but in a mysterious realm that is weird and changeable and has no reason to be judged, she lost her mind, and her vigilance and guard against all around turned to focus on the figure on the stage. .
Li Yiming forgot. He forgot where he was and where he was. Only the rolling dots and red lines were left in his eyes. He seemed to have returned to the scene of entering the dance room for the first time. His dance moves are full of yearning; he seems to walk into the examination room of the graduation exam again, knowing every move he can do.
Why? Why can someone connect these actions so perfectly? Small turn, cloud carp, string turn, barbarian, tiger jump, double flying swallow, Li Yiming will perform all the actions he can, cloud hand, dance flower, hot wheel, spinner, curling wrist, crossing the threshold, Li Yiming does his best Wielding his memory.
Li Yiming forgets his emotions, Li Yiming is indulgent, he is completely intoxicated on this psychedelic stage, and he is completely dancing with inertia.
The style of music has changed again. As the red pillar on the silver rod continues to rise, the music that resounds through the sky has changed again and again. After the classical dance, Jiaozhou Yangko, with Yunnan flower drum lanterns, unrestrained Mongolian dance, and heroic Tibetan Dance, there is a gentle Dai dance, and there is a soft
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Xianzu dance...The secret stage of the deep sea island has become Li Yiming’s personal performance. The accumulation of more than ten years seems to be the release of this moment. He likes dancing and loves dancing. , But never dared to imagine that dance can be like this...
The surrounding people were drunk, the original hesitation and the original anxiety disappeared. Everyone was silent in Li Yiming's performance. His every move, every breath, every turn, every jump, all led The mind of everyone. This includes Fang Shui'er and Yu Runhai.
It's hard to imagine, if you change someone, even a protector, even a holy step, can it be done?
The music stopped. Li Yiming stood quietly in the center of the stage, letting the sweat on his cheeks slip off, and letting the silver threads dance on his head. Li Yiming closed his eyes and felt the aftertaste that has not disappeared. He suddenly felt what happened here. Everything is full of gratitude, and he is satisfied with everything he has experienced here. If it weren’t for this secret realm, he might never know what it means to dance...
"Papa......" Enthusiastic applause rang out, but this time the applause was not only the man in the audience, but also the surrounding crowd. They seemed to have forgotten where they were, clapping their hands with obsessive expressions, and screaming with obsessive eyes.
Especially the men under the stage almost stood on the sofa, patted the back of the sofa constantly, and cheered with husky but excitement in their mouths.
Li Yiming still closed his eyes, he was a little bit reluctant to end it, especially when the applause sounded, there was an inexplicable regret in his heart.
The applause lasted for a long time, but it was Yu Runhai who woke up first. Fatty Yu returned to his senses among the crowd, and subconsciously turned his eyes to the silver rod in the distance... Then, Yu Runhai's pupils shrank and tightened. Hold the red palm of the pat.
"It's not over yet." Bai Ze's voice sounded at the same time. Li Yiming opened his eyes with surprise and looked at the towering silver rod.
Ninety percent...Just as Li Yiming raised his eyes, the music played again...
Li Yiming's eyes were clear, with anticipation in his eyes, he tilted his head unconsciously, and a trace of confidence curled up at the corners of his mouth: The last paragraph, come on, let me see how much more you can push me to.
The music has returned to the earliest electronic music. The ensemble of electric steel and violin is very soft, and the intro is quite familiar. Li Yiming closed his eyes again and quietly experienced the music.
After only listening for a few seconds, Li Yiming frowned. The music is too familiar...
At the moment when Li Yiming was surprised, the ground on the stage changed again. The ground that was originally like a blue brick ground quickly gathered and turned into a round platform at Li Yiming's feet, slowly raising Li Yiming, and the ground in front of it was bright. There are five red lines, and the golden dots flicker on the red line...
This...Li Yiming was puzzled again and opened his eyes in surprise, but after he opened his eyes, he found that there was something familiar but unspeakable before him: the microphone...
Want me to sing? Li Yiming subconsciously grabbed the floating golden microphone and looked at the man below the stage with a complicated expression.
The man in the audience who looked exactly like Mr. Kong was obviously enthusiastic. After colliding with Li Yiming's eyes, he let out a high-pitched shout, encouraging and expectantly waving the silver light stick that appeared on his hand at Li Yiming... …
Too late to think, the phantom above the stage has fallen, this time it falls
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It is not arrows, not dots, but neatly written Chinese characters...
K song...
Li Yiming's ears twitched, but there was no time left for him to adjust, and the first Chinese character was about to land. Li Yiming took a deep breath, raised the microphone to his mouth, and sang hysterically according to the falling lyrics.
"Die...you must love...not incisively and unhappily...how deep is the feeling...only in this way is enough to confess..."
A loud song penetrates the sky, sings the heavens and the earth, sings the ghosts, sings the shame of the ancients, sings to shock the future, sings the evil spirits to retreat, sings the people and animals lose their voice...
The expectant crowd around the stage shivered neatly, as if experiencing an ice bucket challenge. The man under the stage trembles slightly, and his jawbone makes a soft noise.
Just as I lamented Li Yiming's dancing posture before, how can a person's body language be so smooth and perfect? After listening to Li Yiming's singing, a question emerged in everyone's mind, how could a human voice be so thrilling?
Unpleasant...undescribably unpleasant. With just one sentence, the pitch, timbre, pitch, and pitch are all missing. This is no longer a simple out-of-tune. This is creating a new song... If this If it can be counted as a song...
"If you die...you must love...don’t cry until you smile...the universe is destroyed...the heart is still..."
Even though the singing has been shining from the past, Li Yiming has no retreat. He wants to walk off the round stage, but finds that he can't move his legs. He finally knows why the girl was so frightened that she never left the Jiugongge.
The second singing voice spread, and the voice like a broken gong resembled a nine-tooth nail rake, scratching from the center of the eyebrows to the back of the head, and many people took a step back subconsciously.
This Li Yiming...Fang Shui'er has weird eyes, like the dancing posture of a fairy palace, like the howling of an abyss evil ghost, this change is too fast, even after experiencing many secrets, Fang Shui'er can hardly adjust for a while. .
"Sure!" Fang Shui'er, who was biting his lip, suddenly became alert and looked at the silver rod in the distance in horror.
Fifty percent...
In just two lines of lyrics, the red pillar attached to the silver rod dropped from 90% to 50%... nearly half...
Forty-six words, seventy-five notes, but none of them can be sung right...
Fang Shui'er's gaze showed a slight hesitation, raised his hand and gently pushed away Chen Quan in front of him, Fang Shui'er took a step, he wanted to replace Li Yiming...
At this moment, a pretty figure rushed out of the crowd, rushed to the round stage without hesitation, grabbed Li Yiming's microphone, and pushed him off the round stage.
Is it her?
Looking at the uneasy figure on the round stage, Fang Shui'er stopped, only with a slightly surprised expression. At this juncture, it was her who rushed out of the crowd?
The figure that replaced Li Yiming is the girl who was hit by the rabbit girl in the pool that day, the young model who took Li Yiming 3 million...
Someone replaces him, Fang Shui’er is not in a hurry to make a move. In the secret realm, if you hide for a moment, you will have more opportunities. Observing more will never go wrong. Even if this girl doesn’t sing well, just change it when the time comes. Besides, even if it is ugly, it can still be uglier than Li Yiming?
(Can I rest for a few days? It seems that I really can’t turn it.)
(End of this chapter)
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