There was a buzzing sound in the tent, and it was obvious that everyone was paying great attention.

When Liangshan turned around, he saw a grassland man nearly two meters tall. He was in his twenties, with a long face and high cheekbones, deep eyes like stars, bronze skin, strong body, slender legs, standing steadily, like a cheetah, ready to jump out of the devouring person at any time.

"Yesen." Tuoba Qiurong said strangely, "Aren't you recuperating at home?"

"A little injury is nothing." Yexian smiled slightly, revealing his snow-white teeth. Liangshan immediately saw the women around him showing an obsessive look. The person who came was obviously a handsome guy who was famous in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Liangshan suddenly felt a move in his heart, but his eyes moved to a person who had also taken half a step.

This man was short and could not tell his age, he was slightly fat, and looked kind and looked like a businessman, but Liangshan captured a hint of heroic temperament from his eyes.

"What is this?" Tuoba Qiurong obviously noticed the master behind Yexian.

"In Xia Hengzhong, a disciple of the inner sect of Pili Hall." Hengzhong bowed and said.

"Brother Heng and I are friends with you."

Tuoba Qiurong's eyes were slightly stern, always heavy? Is it from the Heng family in the south?

"Haha, I just saw this brother Liang's talent, and it was not unfair to lose. Now it's my turn. Whatever I do, what do you do, what do you do? "After saying that, I looked at Liangshan with a smile, which seemed gentle, but the challenge was quite a bit too.

This is a challenge, and Liangshan naturally cannot show weakness and said, "You said!"

Kazui Yin was in the crowd, and she changed her appearance.

Once they leave, they will never recognize anyone they have seen again.

She is now wearing a beautiful red floral dress, with the red color gradually getting thicker from top to bottom to ankle, showing a pair of red embroidered shoes, moving skillfully from time to time; wearing a light green skirt inside, an embroidered hat on the head, bangs on the front, countless braids on the back, and a white gauze scarf covering the face, suddenly looking hazy and sexy.

The thorn second hand held a large plate, and the plate was a huge copper pot, busy traveling around and adding wine to the guests.

Tuoba Tao might come. The sect was already in the king's tent for two hours, but he was waiting for Liangshan. The sect was a pair of wonderful eyes occasionally to see how this guy dealt with it.

"Okay!" Yesen said loudly: "There are men in the south."

"I also want to make friends with Sister Qiurong." Liang Shan smiled slightly, and his words naturally revealed the meaning of being familiar with Tuoba Qiurong.

Yexian's eyes were clear, but he was not angry. He smiled and said, "I don't compete with you in wrestling or shooting archery. I heard that the Han people are good at singing, so we compare this. I believe you can do it too."

Liangshan seemed to hear a trembling voice around him. He thought to himself that he probably met the little prince of the love song on the grassland, and nodded with a calm expression.

"Pa!" Ye first slapped, shrugged his shoulders and shook his robe, jumped to the bonfire, and immediately made a uniform "yoho" sound everywhere. The horse-headed fiddle suddenly rang, melodiously and empty.

To be precise, this is not a horse-headed fiddle, but a Xiqin, also called a huqin.

The sound of the piano drifted, and he walked out of the skylight and went straight to the dome. In a short section, the drum was lit. It was a bronze drum with a very gorgeous decoration. An old man in his sixties squinted his eyes and slapped it intoxicatingly.

Liangshan was so clever that he heard it. The pores in his body were stretched out. The grasslands were singing thousands of years ago, which was very exciting! The expression on Liangshan’s face made people feel weird. This person is so unstable.

The tune is simple and simple, heroic, and it is repeated back and forth.

"Yexian recently saw the wind blowing on the grassland like waves. I feel like I am writing a song "Chi Lechuan" to our brave princess!" The applause suddenly thundered.

No one looked at Liangshan, what's so good about a loser? The gaze of the grassland people has always lingered on the most beautiful girl and the face of the victorious warrior.

Damn, this guy looks really good. When it comes to the original Abao in the 21st century, it is like having both idols and rough routes.

Liangshan was sighing, and suddenly shuddered. What, did this guy make "Chi Lechuan"?

This is a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages, folk songs of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which appeared in the current dynasty. It seems that it has not been born yet. Will it be born tonight and it will be sung?

This must be passed down through the ages, how can I compare it?

Just as I was thinking, Yexian hummed it out.

Damn! Liangshan's eyebrows are standing up, and the sound is extremely comfortable. The world-class baritone is extremely mellow and vicissitudes, and it is intoxicating to hear it. And his fucking improvisational chanting is lyricsless.

Liang Shan's fingers popped unconsciously, and Tuoba Qiurong's breathing around him suddenly became extremely calm.

"Under the Yin Mountain!" After an unparalleled improvisational chant, he spoke first. Liangshan's heart was picked up at once. Damn, it's true.

This kid is so talented. When he looks at the women around him, his eyes are full of fanatical eyes, and there is no other thing in his sight.

"The sky is like a dome, covering all the fields!"

Liangshan shook his head slightly, and the sound was so desolate and vast that it was endless.

"The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast!" As soon as this sentence came out, everyone almost saw the vast grassland, and their eyes were filled with intoxication.

"The wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep!"

That's right, Liangshan witnessed the complete birth process of "Chi Lechuan". This kid is cruel, how could he resist this?! For a moment, Liangshan was so confused and too strong.

Ye Xian repeated three passages in total, and the sound pierced the sky. After singing, the applause was like thunder.

Ye Tian opened his arms and jumped in a loud voice. The countless girls and aunts below immediately squeezed over and reached out to catch them, cheering like a tide.

Liangshan's forehead was sweating and he knew how to interact with the audience. The style of a world superstar in the 21st century was nothing more than that.

The applause took a long time to stop, and he was taken into vain and then walked towards Liangshan. At this moment, everyone looked at Liangshan with their eyes, and then they remembered the existence of Liangshan.

Liangshan almost had the urge to scratch his head. Tuoba Qiurong looked at him and suddenly shook her head invisibly.

Just a moment, Liangshan was overwhelmed with passion. Damn, I won’t give it to you for nothing. The super violin superstar of the 21st century, no string instrument can be played without him. Isn’t it the heroic grassland style? I will, Liangshan quickly “search” in his mind. Which song should he push onto the stage?

"Brother Liang, it's your turn!" Ye Xian looked at Liangshan calmly without any arrogance.

This guy is strong! Liangshan really admires it.

"Papa!" Liangshan applauded and said, "It's so good. At the foot of the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the fields, beautiful! How magnificent!" Liangshan shook his head, closed his eyes slightly, looking intoxicated.

Yesian's mouth curled slightly, showing a hint of ridicule: "Southerns do not understand the pride of grassland men, just like we will never understand your small bridge and flowing water." Yesian means that you should not pretend to understand without understanding.

"Or, otherwise!" Liangshan shook his head and said.

"I hope to hear the details."

"Yesan's song Chilechuan sang very well, but it lacked some flavor."

"Oh?" Ye Xian raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Yexian is used to seeing the flowing water in the small bridges and flowing water when he goes to the south. If he doesn't return to the grassland for twenty years and has something to think about, he will feel better."

No one thought Liangshan could say one or two, including the sage 2, and how did the southern man know the true flavor of this grassland song? However, he didn't expect that Liangshan said this, and someone said "huh" lightly, and his face suddenly showed a look of thought.

"Only by leaving home can you miss home more." Liangshan said lightly.

After Liangshan said that, he was shocked by everyone's expressions. Liangshan was very proud, but he didn't know that his statement was in line with the mentality of the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The Xianbei people in the Northern Wei Dynasty were nomadic peoples. The concept of the so-called hometown of the Han people was not clear, and they lived in grass. The home was a tent, a cattle and horse, like white clouds, and wherever they floated, it was home. Therefore, the nomadic peoples, home and hometown are extremely vast concepts.

After moving to the Central Plains, the concept of homeland gradually emerged. Xianbei national costumes, music, and beliefs were all a kind of nostalgia for past life. Recently, Emperor Tuoba Tao and the Han ministers urged to change their hometowns.

The so-called change of the clan means to place the eight tribes of Xianbei in various places. Perhaps it won’t take long to write the epitaphs of the Xianbei nobles, such as "Zi Zhencheng, Xili" on them.

Liangshan's saying "Only when you leave home can you miss home more" can be said to have touched the sensitive nerves of the Xianbei nobles, and they remembered the ancestors who used to beat horses around the world.
Chapter completed!