"The moon stopped over a pine hall beneath the clouds, reflecting the fragrance of molten amber..."
A clear and melodious female voice suddenly sounded in the live broadcast room.
"Ah?! Did they start singing right away? I haven't even seen anyone yet!"
"It's actually a cappella? It sounds so beautiful."
"The sound must have been adjusted in post-production. Now you can turn on reverb during live broadcasts."
"It's obvious that the reverb is not turned on!"
"This song! It's Sister Dong's "Asking the Sword"!! It's so beautiful! But also so hard to sing!"
"I guess those who know this song are all uncles and aunts, right? I got into the ancient Chinese music circle because of this song."
"Let me give you some basic knowledge. The chorus of this song has a lot of transitions. Many people will unconsciously switch between true and false voices to sing the high notes when imitating it, but it will be very obvious when listening this way."
"There are only a few who can sing with their true voice. I have to say that the ancient style circle was full of big shots! I used to eat so well!"
"If a new artist dares to choose this song, they must have some talent. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if they fail during live broadcast."
Amidst a sea of comments, the female voice had already slowly sung the chorus.
"The red sleeves are stained with blood, gathering and parting are unpredictable, the white hands write tears thinking of the past and the old swords become a pair..."
"The Ukiyoe scroll does not understand the beauty of the clear water, nor the fragrance of the garden..."
Qingyang's voice is very moving. She handles the details very well, especially her breathing, which is fast and light. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear when she pauses.
"Damn, the melody in Ukiyo-e is so loud. I almost memorized it when I was singing it at a KTV before, but she actually sang the whole sentence?"
"Why is her breath so long? I didn't hear her breathe!"
"With this lung capacity and this high note, I think she can try to sing Moonlight!"
"Hahahaha, Moonlight is kind of embarrassing the young lady."
"Moonlight, hahaha! When Lao Hu was young, he didn't know the importance of writing songs. How can he sing a song full of high notes? I heard that he will have a concert soon. What will he do if he fails?"
"Don't worry, he will hand the microphone to the audience when he can't sing anymore."
“It’s so funny, hahahahaha!”
The topic was a little off topic, but everyone still remembered the girl who sang instantly amidst the laughing discussion.
Sing a cappella or choose songs with a lot of transitions, even in the live broadcast room.
I have to say that people without much strength really don’t dare to do this!
Especially when she sang the second half of the song, she slowly appeared in the camera holding a small microphone.
The jet-black hair hanging on the shoulders makes the little face look even more pure and graceful.
The pink lips slightly opened and beautiful notes escaped from the throat.
It is a great enjoyment both visually and auditorily.
As if to make it clear to everyone, she did not do any audio editing or post-production, and during the second chorus, she even exchanged microphones with the host.
Holding the small, black microphone, he sang the entire song so easily.
As the last tail sound echoed in the live broadcast room, she smiled slightly: "Hello, audience friends, I am Xu Mengjie, the newly signed artist of Xingyue. You can call me Mengjie~"
The barrage is quite cooperative.
"What a beautiful girl."
"Sister sings so well, stick with me~"
"She looks so innocent! She's the type of girl my mom likes."
"To be honest with you, I like it too."
"Although one song cannot represent her ability, it sounds much better than those who can only fix the sound."
Xu Mengjie looked at the comments and smiled slightly, "I just saw that someone wanted me to sing Moonlight?"
"Hahaha yes, little sister, don't be intimidated by them. Even if Lao Hu himself comes, that song won't work." (End of this chapter)
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