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The voices of those iron fans who felt sorry for him couldn't be revealed at all, and they were diluted and disappeared long ago.

Pan An usually drank Fenjiu, which was at most [-] to [-] degrees, so it couldn't be compared with this [-] to [-] degrees, sorghum burning knife.

After a while, the strength of the wine came up.

Seeing that Jiyu was pouring wine again, and looking at him with malicious intentions, Pan An resolutely followed his heart:

"Since everyone insists on doing this, don't blame me for playing the piano indiscriminately!

Listen well, I used to only need money to sing, but now I can kill you if I sing, so if you don’t want to take risks, you should run for your life.”

Taking the opportunity to get drunk, Pan An pondered for a moment.

Immediately, he slapped the rough beat with his palm and opened his mouth to sing in a low voice:

Don't miss the sunset

Yu Hui sent me to lead an old horse

Passing by people in Yan Village

Just like the hometown was flying flowers back then

As soon as the first four lyrics came out, both Jiyu and the audience in the live broadcast room realized that this was an interpretation of a story Jiyu told.

According to this layout of the lyrics, everyone will inevitably feel that the following content should be the feelings of Jiyu at that time.

Even Shi Yu himself thought so.

However, the truth that was revealed immediately was not the case.

drunk

drank tea

Find a restaurant in an ordinary alley

All here are old friends

The bottom of the bowl is the end of the world

This lyric directly skips the emotional content in Jiyu's description of the story at that time, and advances to the second story.

So far, the rhythm of this song has really been mastered by everyone.

Sure enough, the next four sentences are exactly the third story

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When Pan An sang the fourth story shared by Jiyu, everyone realized that this song turned out to be an ancient song!

You must know that in the popular music of the Han Empire, the ancient style is absolutely mainstream.

Everything else is minorities.

Only the masterpieces among the niche can be compared with the general antiquity.

And if you want to be comparable to the masterpieces in the ancient style, the minority must be classics.

What is niche and what is mainstream?

Without him, it is nothing more than the difference in the size of the audience!

At least two-thirds of the millions of online viewers in the live broadcast room subconsciously raised their spirits after confirming that it was an ancient song.

Pan An did not disappoint these audiences either.

Soon, the tone suddenly rose to a higher level, and the pronunciation was frustrating:

Fold flowers to the south of the Yangtze River

To Spring Breeze and Red Wax

Passionate always like my romantic love for the world

There are seven or eight lucky people who are willing to meet and confidant in the world

Invite me to shoot the world to go drunk eyes ten thousand buckets of haze This chapter has completed the number of words in the lyrics

In an instant, Pan An, with his rough beat and clear voice, created the unrestrained, free and easy vision of an old ranger, and he was stuffed into the minds of all the audience.

Even Ji Yu, who was covered with gray temples, had a look of loss, as if he had returned to the days when he was just a hero.

Then, the fifth story, the sixth story appeared.

The seventh and eighth stories are summarized by two lines of lyrics.

Just when everyone thought that the next thing would be the exciting content on the other end

However, it is not!

The lyrics Pan An sang are the emotion of timely rain.

Before everyone could be surprised, the content of the story of the legendary ranger Piercing Cloud Arrow appeared, which made everyone's restlessness instantly quiet, and they silently looked forward to the follow-up.

Sure enough, the subsequent artistic conception and tone of the lyrics went up all the way, and I don't know how many people, so they completely fell into that inexplicable passionate emotion:

when this world

win or lose is gossip

Come for a glass of old wine, let me be chic

Merry never gets old

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I rode my horse to find a career in the cup at the bottom of the sword

when this world

life and death are gossip

Come to change the game

Merry never gets old

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