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Seeing Pan An holding a USB flash drive in his hand, he said with embarrassment: "I usually use the audio equipment of the stage car to play, do you have an audio player there?

If not, you can only use the car audio equipment to play, and the sound quality may be affected. "

"fine!"

Zhao Xun made a gesture, and the black-clothed ranger with a square face in his 30s quickly stepped forward to take the USB flash drive from Pan An's hand, and got into a car to tinker.

It didn't take a moment for a piece of music to play from the car's audio player, resounding throughout the valley.

The deep and rapid pipa, mixed with the crisp Liuqin, instantly made every audience who heard it feel secretly heartbroken.

With the sound of the flute, an inexplicable sense of depression also rushed over

Chapter 0293 Although there are thousands of people, I will go

In just 20 seconds, everyone's thoughts were substituted by this piece of music into Zhao Xun, the legendary ranger and deputy director of the Supervision Department. In confidential events.

For a moment, the hearts of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were filled with gloom.

At this moment, the sense of seeing that the dark clouds are urging the village and the storm is about to come appears in front of millions of viewers and in the minds of countless people.

When this kind of strong anxiety and depressive emotion is about to brew in everyone's minds into a question of why this is the case.

Two types of percussion instruments, as well as a thick man's short low voice, appeared in the song.

And the sound of the pipa and flute also suddenly rose at this moment.

With a few simple tunes, the painting style of this song suddenly reversed from the original heart-wrenching and depressing to unyielding and indignant.

The imperial capital, Changle Palace.

The frown that No. 1 in the fat world had just frowned immediately relaxed after the change of the tune appeared.

Not only that, but he subconsciously left the backrest and sat up straight.

Even Liu Wenwen and Liu Xi looked a lot more serious

Another 25 seconds later, the song jumped again in the unyielding and indignant artistic conception before.

The tunes of the pipa and the flute were raised again, matching the newly added erhu, and the men's short low shouts turned into angry shouts. The previous depression, unyielding, and indignation were rapidly brewing and escalating.

When the playback reached one minute and ten seconds, the chorus of the men's group appeared, and with the rhythm of the rising pipa and flute, they went all the way to the top of the cloud

Changle Palace, No.1 in the fat world, feeling the music, with a solemn expression and low voice: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go"

A certain His Royal Highness, whose whereabouts are unknown, moved his eyes away from the projection screen, turned to the west, and said in a deep voice: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

In the unnamed mountain depression not far from the Zizhongfu expressway, Zhao Xun, the legendary ranger and deputy director of the Supervision Department, muttered to himself with his eyes full: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

Among the audience in the live broadcast room, there were also a lot of feelings, and the excitement inexplicably put this sentence on the barrage: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

As soon as this barrage appeared, it completely broke the quiet live broadcast room and attracted countless people to copy it.

Then, the barrage of words that filled the screen was quickly replaced by lines of black and white Han Empire dragon flags.

The rows of white dragon flags on a black background dominated the entire screen in a very short period of time.

What followed was a wave of gifts that were even crazier than before.

It's a pity that after the impassioned tune reached the top of the cloud in the first minute and 40 seconds, the painting style changed suddenly, and the tune declined rapidly, which made people fall into a kind of faint sadness very quickly.

It seems to be lamenting the hero's shortness of breath, and it seems to be honoring the hero, and even cherishing the memory of the hero.

After the song ended, countless audiences were dissatisfied with Pan An's way of ending.

But they haven't had time to express their dissatisfaction.

Zhao Xun said: "This song is very good!"

Pan An looked at him, pursed his lips and shook his head: "As long as you are satisfied!"

Zhao Xun laughed dumbfounded: "What's its name?"

"What's your name?" Pan An asked back.

Zhao Xun's expression straightened: "I will change my name and surname, Changshan Zhao Xun!"

"I heard that when His Majesty Emperor Shengwu Tiandi praised you as the timely rain, he personally gave you a watchword?"

"There is such a thing! However, when I recall it to this day, I still feel that His Majesty Emperor Shengwutian gave me the inscription at that time, and his expression was very strange."

Pan An looked at the gray-haired old man who had been silent for decades and couldn't get to the point.

After some difficulty, An resisted the urge to reveal the truth, and said solemnly, "Let's call this song Zhao Zilong!"

That's right, back then His Majesty Shengwu Tiandi didn't know why, or because of some kind of bad taste, he bestowed Zilong on Zhao Xun.

Thus, the Great Han Empire also had the legend of Changshan Zhao Zilong!

The amazing thing is that today, decades later, this Changshan Zhao Zilong actually wants to do similar things, quite a bit like a prophecy.

Zhao Xun glanced at the young man with a strange expression, a little suspicious that this boy was flattering His Majesty Emperor Shengwu.

Although His Majesty Shengwu Tiandi is gone, the descendants are just like today, who dares to say that this kind of flattery is useless?

This is not just Zhao Xun's thoughts alone, those three people in Changle Palace, and a certain Prince whose whereabouts are uncertain, all think so

Zhao Xun didn't intend to point it out either.

This song has already taken up a lot of his time: "Boy, I gave that USB drive to me, and we will meet again by fate!"

Without giving Pan An a chance to refuse, Zhao Xun waved his hand and strode towards the car.

Seeing this, the dozen or so black-clothed rangers who were scattered around gathered together and prepared to board the car.

Pan An looked at the gray-haired old man, whose back was still upright and his steps were steady and powerful, and couldn't bear the intense emotion in his heart anymore, and raised his voice and asked, "Old man, what should I do if I go to Junzhou and never return? "

"I will go and never come back! Hahahaha"

Zhao Xun laughed, raised his hand and waved, and got into the car.

The 30-year-old black-clothed ranger with a Chinese character face gave Pan An a hard look: "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, so why return the corpse wrapped in horse leather?"

Afterwards, the man, who didn't even leave his name, got into the co-pilot seat.

In a short while, the four cars made a U-turn and went straight to the entrance of the expressway

However, their passion, which was shared by tens of millions of people, passed into the hearts of millions of viewers through the live broadcast room, which stimulated countless people's blood.