"If art is limited to a narrow level, then it is not worthy of being called art." Tang Lan glanced at Di Wanqiu lightly, and then slowly ate the few leftover dishes.

After hearing Tang Lan's words, Di Wanqiu frowned and then fell into deep thought.

The word "art" is very important, and the consciousness of ordinary people cannot rise to this level in their lives. Only professionals like Di Wanqiu claim to be exposed to the field of art, in a certain way, that is, the field of Tao.

When a person distinguishes the objects of art from high and low, then this kind of art is pseudo-art. According to Tang Lan, art does not distinguish between national boundaries, ethnic groups, regions, skin colors, etc. As long as it is a living body with wisdom, it is the object of art conveyance.

Although he thought that Tang Lan said something reasonable, Di Wanqiu was still a little unwilling to let go. As a mainland celebrity, many people may not have seen him, but his name is widely circulated among the people, which can be said to be well-known.

Therefore, it is understandable that he can't let go of his pride, and Tang Lan did not force him to sing or not, it was his own choice.

His eyes glanced at a certain location on the wall of the hall again, Di Wanqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! But I hope you can say something useful later, otherwise, although I, Di Wanqiu, cannot be teased by anyone."

Tang Lan ignored his semi-threatening words and shrugged: "Can you start?"

Di Wanqiu nodded, took out a guitar-like instrument from the storage ring, moved her five fingers with her hands and then gently moved it...

A very charming piece of music sounded, rippling in the hall as if it was given magic, causing the guests to stop and show an enjoyable listening look. The students of the Tianpin Class raised their heads in confusion, and their whole bodies were full of energy, as if they were frozen.

I have to say that Di Wanqiu, as the king of mainland singers, does have a few tricks. Of course, compared with some predecessors on earth, there is still a little difference in realm. For example, a Western master, Beethoven, even Tang Lanxin is arrogant, he admires this predecessor who has created piano myths with different skin colors.

Soon, as Di Wanqiu's fingers suddenly increased, his voice slowly spread.

"The fate of Bodhi is like the drunkenness of a flame dragon. I will never regret life or death, just for a glimmer of opportunity..." Di Wanqiu's mouth moved slightly, and the slightly magnetic pleasant sound made everyone intoxicated. Almost everyone was gradually lost in it, and he hummed unconsciously. Only Tang Lan had no expression on her face, as if she was not moved at all.

After singing the song, Di Wanqiu gathered the instruments and looked at Tang Lan: "You can say it now, right?"

Tang Lan shook her head. Di Wanqiu was about to get angry, but she heard Tang Lan say, "You are not worthy of being called the King of Singers. Maybe you have the strength of the King of Singers, but you don't have the realm of the King of Singers. At best, you are just a singer with the hat of the King of Singers. The only thing you are better than other singers is that you have good singing skills and strong enough insights."

Di Wanqiu calmed down instead: "Why should you say that?"

"It's very simple. If a singer does not incorporate unique life insights into the song, you will always be just a singer. Just like you, on the surface, you seem to strive for life insights, but in fact, you are focusing on singing skills." Tang Lan criticized without thinking: "At least I have rarely heard many songs that are better than you."

Di Wanqiu hummed dissatisfiedly: "It doesn't hurt when you stand and talk. Since you say that, how about you sing for me?" He forgot his original purpose.

After a few words, Tang Lan was still very proud of her. When she heard Di Wanqiu say this, Tang Lan hesitated for a moment, thinking in her mind that the song could reflect a little bit of life perception?

After thinking about it, Tang Lan immediately had an idea. Looking at Di Wanqiu's slightly sarcastic expression, Tang Lan stretched out her hand: "Borrow your instrument and use it less, don't worry, I won't occupy your things."

Di Wanqiu protected his piano closely, but at this time he also wanted to hear whether Tang Lan was as he said, and also hoped to learn about the information about the painting from Tang Lan. After thinking about it, he still handed the piano over with a reluctant expression.

After taking the piano, Tang Lan looked at it. She originally planned to ask the other party how to use it. With his learning ability, I believe he could learn it in minutes. But what is surprising is that this piano is exactly the same as the Chinese guqin. In addition to the strange shape, the notes are surprisingly consistent.

Thinking of a possibility, Tang Lan was stunned. Cao Kun and he had traveled to this continent. With Wang Yanlu's appearance, the flame and spiritual energy were almost exactly the same. The structure of human meridians was almost the same as that of humans on Earth. Only a few branches had slight differences. What is the relationship between the Flame Dragon Continent and the Earth?

When Tang Lan was stunned, Di Wanqiu thought Tang Lan was about to give up, and couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Why, aren't you going to perform? Are you scared?"

As a mainland celebrity, Di Wanqiu now ignores his demeanor. Looking at Tang Lan's arrogant look, he feels angry and always stubbornly thinks that Tang Lan is too conceited.

Facing Di Wanqiu's provocative words, Tang Lan just smiled faintly, but said nothing, holding the piano in one hand and gently tugging it with the other hand. Although there was no tune, the crisp sound of the piano cheered everyone up.

"This is a very vulgar song, but if you can create such a song, then I will recognize your identity as the King of Singers." Tang Lan said lightly.

Before Di Wanqiu could speak, Tang Lan began to pluck the strings, and a string of pleasant notes kept rippling from the strings. The music made people feel refreshed, and everyone was immediately attracted to their interest. Several people even held a flame shadow stone to preserve the picture forever. But what is confusing is that Tang Lan's hand that plucked the strings instantly stopped, and her brows also frowned.

He took out a thin slice that was originally used for refining medicine from the storage ring. He plucked the strings again, but the sound from the strings was a world of difference compared to the moment, as if he had changed into a musical instrument.

Seeing Tang Lan's "torture" of his treasure, Di Wanqiu was about to scold her, but she stopped instantly, and her whole body was frozen like a possessed demon. She looked at Tang Lan motionlessly and even pulled the strings violently. A sound that made people's spirits slowly came into his ears.

As Tang Lan's hands continued to move on the strings, a sound like fairy music continued to ripple.

The figures of the guests who were originally attracted by Di Wanqiu's singing stopped suddenly, and stood still as if they were possessed by the demon, showing the same expression as Di Wanqiu's expression, showing a thin ear listening expression.

The music continued to swing, and a hoarse but emotional voice sounded.

"All the honors yesterday have become distant memories. I have been hard-working for half my life, and I have walked into the wind and rain again tonight. I cannot follow the waves and dust, but I have to be strong for my loved ones. No matter how hard it is, I must be strong, just for those looking forward to the eyes. If the heart is there, the dream is there, and there is true love between heaven and earth. Seeing success or failure, life is heroic, it is just starting over from scratch." The hoarse voice brings a magical content that makes people involuntarily addicted to it.

As Tang Lan said, it is very vulgar, the lyrics are very vulgar, especially vulgar, but it contains a sense of the ultimate truth of life, which is an understanding that can make anyone empathize with it, as if the lyrics express what they think.

This song makes people resonate, and their thoughts can't help but lose themselves slowly following the content expressed in the song.

More importantly, as a cultivator, it is normal to occasionally involve some other aspects of practice. Tang Lan happened to get some skills from a famous cultivator in the music industry in his previous life. In exchange, Tang Lan was responsible for refining a certain amount of elixirs for free taste, which is also the reason why Tang Lan has such rich experience in alchemy.

The Demon Sound sounds evil, but it is actually a sound technique. Practicing it to the highest point is enough to hurt people with sound. Even if you are a first-hand man, you can indulge in it. Tang Lan not only knows how to practice, but also cultivates it to an extremely high level. Except for the leader of the Demon Sound Sect, Rihako, who is more accomplished in this area than him, few people on the whole earth can compare with him.

According to Tang Lan's idea at that time, he had more skills and would not suppress himself. Learning more would be boring to pass the time, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy now.

Everyone had lost their perceptual reactions and was just obsessed with it. They sometimes frowned, sometimes laughed, sometimes dull, sometimes enthusiastic, and the direction of their emotions was completely controlled by Tang Lan's singing.

ps: I was confused. I got up early in the morning to take the exam. I was only out of this chapter now. I still have to continue running around in the afternoon. Otaku is born to be a hard life!
Chapter completed!