Nuwa - Fan Yan：
凤辇龙驹出帝京，拈香祝女中英；
只知祈福黎民乐，不意料吟诗万姓惊？
The fox is the queen of the empire, and the tigers are all hairpins in front of me.
This is the way it is done in heaven, and it makes the heroes sigh in dismay!
King Zhou - DD - I am the son of heaven, but even though I have three palaces and six courtyards, I don't have this kind of color.
Jiang Ziya - mint: still is the old man Philip talent, not consultant;
Wen is not enough to secure the state, martial arts is not enough to set toon, the virtuous king in vain,
[really humiliate the Allied masses, negative sacred intention.
San Yisheng - Cold Moon: Mr. do not have to be too modest, today under the flurry, fixed and chaotic,
Mr. do not give up,*** Zuo Minglord, my lord is fortunate.
Su Daji - Junqing: the king can be in the open place to set up a copper column, with charcoal burning red,
dare to disobey the king, let him skin charcoal meat carbon, turned into charcoal powder ......
King Zhou: Oh? The beauty of this plan is very wonderful! It's very good!
Bi Gan-Foxman1: Your Majesty, do not favor the demon consort,
Burial of my Cheng Tang's kingdom ah!
There is no harm in the death of one of my ministers,
but if the Great King remains obstinate. I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm sure I can do it!
Laughing
Scarlet Flame, Killing Sound
Swords and blades are facing each other, and the chilling light will be written in history
Let's see who will be able to
[Horses and Whips, Heroic Feelings
The moon is setting in the west, and thousands of kilometers of rivers and mountains have all been smoked out
As the sun reflecting the snow
Yang Jian - False Face: I'm the niece and nephew of Minister Jiang Chancellor, Yang Jian, and I am the first to come here, so what are you capable of? How dare you come here to commit crimes and harm people by relying on the left-hand path?
I'll let you know what's in store for you, and I'll let you die without a burial place!
Ne Zha - Peruvian Hornet: Li Jing!
Ne Zha - Peruvian Hornet: Li Jing! I've returned my flesh and bones to you, and I'm no longer in your way.
Why did you go to Cui Ping Mountain and whip my golden body and set fire to my palace? Today I will take you to avenge the hatred of one whip!
Listening
The sound of the piper's voice, the long river, the sky
Looking at the clouds, the top of Kunlun
Dust, grudges
The knot of grievances
Sealing the God, the North Star is falling
Lifting his sword and asking for the Regulus
We heard that you are a famous scholar of Kunlun, but you don't know how to do things, so what do you do?
Humph, you let that rebellious minister Huang come out to see me!
Deng Cicada Jade - Hayakawa Dance: Dad, if that Tu Xing Sun can really break the Zhou army,
Make me married to him, it may not be impossible ......
Cloud Night - Zhenxi Huoer: Sister do not fool around,
The earth that the matter of the dynastic strife, how can it be that you and I can be in charge of it?
Wave
Xiaguang flag, the death of the God whip
Lianke through the cloud boundary card straight to Bishui before the king's court
On the dome of the sky
Fish into the king's boat to determine the river and mountain
Pick the star tilted decadent fall, the light of the flames of the countryside peace
Longtu brilliant
King Zhou: come to the people that, the Bigan pushed down, chopped!
Jiang Zi Ya: The shameless Shang Zhou, still don't come out of the palace with that demonic concubine to die!
Wuji-Niancao: report master, deer platform lit sky fire, think is King Zhou arson self-immolation ......
Bi Gan: hahahaha ...... Roadless and dim king, the sky will die I Cheng Tang! Die me Chengtang ah!
Jiang Ziya: Qingfu God Bo Jian quickly led the various positive gods under the stage to listen to the seal!
Working Groups ◎
Planning: Divine Husbandry Brainwashed Five Mother and Son Duo
Original Song: RIN'
Lyrics: Dodo DD
Post: Mu Xuan Lian
Sung by: Han En/Swallowing Buddha Bamboo
Chang'an Li Bai
Songs/Sung by: Burial (Hetu) )
Lyrics: Flame 31
Arrangement: Burial Studio
With a white shirt and a golden saddle, you went to Chang'an with a sword that year
The ink and horse reflected the green mountains, and it reflected the Tang Dynasty for a thousand years
The wind was in my hands, and I flicked my sword to fly across the Peach Blossom Garden
You said that you should have all the joys in life, and that you would drink wine and sing songs about the world
At the age of 5, I was reciting the Six A's, and at the age of 10 I was observing the Hundred Sections of the Chinese Culture.
At fifteen, I was able to teach Xiangru the art of swordsmanship
Out of Shu, I traveled to China, and to the five tombs to get rid of the bullies
Nightly I stayed in Jinling, visited the ancient temples, and laughed and drank from the flowers of the green marigolds
300,000 taels of gold, and tomorrow I'll be on the edge of heaven again
When I lose my mind, I'll write books in wine, and I'll drink wine and look at the world
When I'm in love, I will ride on the clouds, and I will bask in the clouds, and I will not let my years go by
If I finish the task, I will go away in the morning. I'll go home as often as I like
Who can make a long-sword fight for the cold and warmth of the world
Paper fans and ink artists look back with a glance at the Tang poems, which have been passed down for a thousand years
Who can write half a century's worth of Tang poems in just a few hands
Look at the flowing clouds and let the time sing this clear chord
With a white shirt and a gilded saddle, that year, you went out of Changan to fight against the world
When I went to Luoyang to enjoy the peonies, I found my soulmate, who never stops drinking
When I was a young woman, I was a little old, and I had no idea what it meant.
When I was a young man, I waited for my youthful hair to grow, but I sighed at the chivalrous spirit in my bones
What can I do with the slanderous words of the powerful and the noble, which have made me so angry that I don't open my face
At the age of five, I recited the Six Arms, and at the age of ten, I studied the Hundreds of Books
At the age of fifteen, I was able to give a good account of Xiang Ru's skill at swordplay
Out of the Shu Road, and then I traveled through the Chinese Empire to the five tombs to get rid of the evil bullies
I stayed at night at the Jin Ling, visited the ancient temples, and laughed at the flowers in the green marigolds
Three hundred thousand taels of gold, and tomorrow, I'm going to be in the world.
When you've lost your mind, write a book and drink a cup of wine to see the world
I'll ride the clouds and bask in the colorful sunshine and live up to my years
When you've accomplished your mission, you'll be free to go wherever you like
The Yangtze River has poured out thousands of poems of the Tang Dynasty
How many scrolls have been turned into a celebration of you in the ancient times
You've been drinking in front of the flowers in a dark blue sky
Let history repeat the story of you.
Who can sing all the poems of the Tang Dynasty with a long sword
Who can write all the poems of the Tang Dynasty with just one hand
Looking at the clouds, we can't sing all the poems of the Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River is a river of poems of the Tang Dynasty
How many poems of the Tang Dynasty have been written to celebrate you in the past
This is the first time I've ever seen a poem of the Tang Dynasty.
The blue sky reflects you in front of the flowers
The history of the world will not be able to finish this song
Returning to the Han and Tang dynasties
Lyrics: Zhao Fengnian, Sun Yi, Jade Bracelet
Music: Sun Yi
Sung: Sheepskin for fur
The reed grows thickly in the sky
The white dew turns into frost
The wide sleeves are flowing
Where are the people who are in this world today
There is no place where you can go to?
Where are you now
After all these changes
After all these uncertainties
The train of the garment has gone missing
Finally, it has become extinct
I would like to go back to the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty
To play the horn and levy of the gong and the merchant's chorus again
In the garments of the Han Dynasty
To promote a state of rituals and etiquette
I would like to go back to the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty
To compose another chapter of the grandeur of the world
Why should we fear that the road will be long and the road will be long and the way will not be easy?
Look at my Chinese sons and daughters
The reed grows in the sky
The white dew is frost
Where are my sleeves floating
Through the vicissitudes of life
When we were lost
The train of our clothes has gone missing
The song has become extinct
I would like to go back to the Han and Tang dynasties
To play the music of the gongs and the chimes again. I want to return to Han and Tang again
With my Chinese clothes
To build a nation of manners
I want to return to Han and Tang
To compose another chapter of the world
Why should I be afraid of the road that is long and difficult to go through
Look at my Chinese sons and daughters
I want to return to Han and Tang
To play the horn and the gong and the Shang again
With my Chinese clothes
I want to return to Han and Tang again. I would like to return to the Han and Tang dynasties
To make another chapter of the world's splendor
Why be afraid of the long road
Look at the sons and daughters of China
Original Song: "Zhenmai Gao - Shizume Uta-"
Composer: Vikana Yae-No wa
Arrangement: azure studio
Lyrics: ET Bottle
Originally sung by: Blind Meow Bite Fox Talk Drought Team
Female cover: Cloud Crane Chase
Knocking on the walls of the city, the mottled iron color is like blood
Horses' hooves fly like cracks in the air
Grasses withered and scattered like dust like snow in the war clothes
Whether roses have already been given up
Dispersed into the wind, sighing
Locked up under the river and the mountains, the remnants of the bones look at the empty sky. The desert and the ruins
The battlements and the broken walls are smeared with the colors of the sunset
Looking at the sky, but into the white void
Separated from the hustle and bustle of the city
The winds are left in the air
Once the battle fires spread across the wilderness, blazing all over the sky and the earth
The flags are waving in the city
Wine is dripping with the blade of the sword
Then we will break through Gotham's Yang City, where thousands of people are cheering in a state of despair
When we will break through Gotham's Yang City, all the troops will cheer and shake the world.
The dead are left sighing in vain
Silently guarding the desolate place
Gu Xuanxuan's bleakness engulfs the cold light with no stars
Chen Yue chants that the dead return to the battlefield with the sound of their voices
Iron and green stars are dimmed and lost in the clouds
Fist clasps the shoulder armor, and lowly chants
Lifelong faith
Broken spears, broken iron, and broken swords, and broken armor make up the forest of dead
With the coldness rolling up to the top of the castle, the dead stand like a forest
With the coldness rolling up to the top of the city, the dead stand like a forest.
The coldness of the city
The coldness of the dead
The clanging of the jingo is caught in the wind and rushes up to the blue sky
The killing of the people is a sad one
The ear is shocked
Silver arrows shoot out from the white-clothes array of the king's presence in the world
The war song is thick and impassioned
Blazing sun is brilliant on the night
The eagle is holding the stars and spreading his wings and waving the thick clouds away and closing the stars.
Iron green as the sky
Roaring through the clouds
The dead sighed at the chaos of the Nine States
The prairie burns again
Famous generals washed their swords in blood
Trying the sword again in the midst of a laugh
Rosebuds fall, eagles' flags are displayed
Soaring through the sky of the Nine States again
The baptism of blood and fire reappeared
By the war.
The roses are annihilated with the flowing water
The petals are fluttering like butterflies
The dead sighed and looked back
Who can be famous for ten thousand years
Waiting for a lifetime of bravery and death
The blood stained his chest
Linger by the river of the three lifetimes
Look at the history of the cloud
<Elegy for the mountains and the rivers
(Love) Who has seen the rain beating down on the frontier
The blood on the sands has faded away, leaving behind a piece of confusion
Who has poured down a thousand feet of streaming clouds
Looking down at the sky, the graves have passed away, and the graveyard is now a temple
(Pagoda) Under the streaming clouds, all things are covered with chapters
Till the palace is dappled with yellowed books and briefs
Waiting for the vine to climb all over the wall
Remaining in memory. A certain page of history is drenched in sorrow
Beyond the annals of history, the river is in full flow
In the annals of history, she is in charge
In the middle of the annals of history, there is a whispering and a shallow singing
What's the harm in sacrificing your body for this purpose
(Love) Who was the hero of the battle in that year
The ten thousand miles of rivers and lakes
At the end of the day, even though the covenant is as strong as a mountain
At last, it was turned into a sigh of sadness.
(Tower) Who carried the mourning ceremony
Kneeling down to heaven and earth, he spilled a cup of black sacrificial wine
(Jie) Who painted the altar
We all bowed down in respect, saying that this man had not been forgotten
(Tower) Did you feel at a loss at that time
Were you in despair at the end of the day
(Ai) I only said that at that time, we would use our blood to calm the nation's death
Who would be the sacrifice for the death of the nation?
Who sacrificed their lives for the sake of the nation
Who still regrets it
Who would have changed the picturesque rivers and mountains for a hundred years of peace
Who would have told the story of their achievements and faults
How many iron horsemen rode in Yanran
How much blood is buried in the mountains and the countryside
What she did was to turn her face into a dane
The sun and the moon are in silence
.(Together) Beyond history, the bones are cold
Who still regrets
Exchange the picturesque rivers and mountains for a hundred years of peace
Who will pass on the achievements and faults of the country
Loyalty to the country--Tu Honggang
The wolf smoke rises and the Jiangshan River is looking north
Dragons rise up and the horse neighs and the sword's breath is as frosty as the frost
Heart is like the Yellow River and the water is vast
In the twenty-year period between the vertical and horizontal, who could resist the enemy?
How many loyal souls have been buried in their homelands
Why should we not die to serve our country
We can't bear to sigh and we can't say anything, but our blood and tears are full of tears
The horse's hooves are going south and the people are looking north
The people are looking north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is rising
I would like to guard the land and reopen the borders
Tangyuan China is going to make the four directions
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The smoke of the wolf rises and the Jiangshan River looks north
The dragon rises and the horse neighs, and the sword's breath is like frost
Heart is like the Yellow River and the water is vast
Twenty years in the battlefield, and who can stand against it
The hatred is wild and the long sword is aimed at the enemy
Many of my friends' souls have been buried in other places
Why should I hesitate to die in order to serve my country
Bear it in mind.
The horse's hooves go south, the people look north
The people look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust flies
I would like to defend the land and open up the border again
Tangdang China wants to make the four directions
Lai Hei
The horse's hooves go south, the people look north
The people look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust flies
I would like to defend the land and open up the border again
Tangdang China would like to make the four sides
Lai Hei China will let the four directions
come to congratulate
,<Thirty-six Stratagems>
Pillowed swords and listening to the war-drums galloped the gallopers
Great winds rise, the river and the mountains are silent, the rise and fall of a thousand years, the life and death of one
Blood for ink, knife for pen, and the sand in the battlefield to write the intention
Divining the dry universe and occupying the medium, Thirty-six Stratagems to check the enemy
Pinched the fingers to count the winners and losers in my heart
I look at the floating world and see that the grass is yellow, the dust flies
I wish to guard the land and open up the border again.
I see the clouds come and go like a breeze
Sun Tzu's strategy, Pang Juan's confusion, the siege of Wei to save Zhao, and the beacon fire
Glasses of wine and chips, killing opportunities, hiding the sword in a smile, and the plums
Conquest of Liao land, crossing of the left side of the river, without hiding from the sky, without telling the world, the sea is in turmoil
Falsehood, falsehood, and truth, the few win, and the thousands of armies are broken by waiting to be defeated
Hear the story of the Taigong fishing and the Lin Xiangru fishing for a jade tablet
Tell the legend of the Legend of the Guan, Zhang, Zhao and Ma.
Laughing at the history of the past A few strokes of the pen are quite easy to follow
Gao Zu beheads the White Snake and the Overlord sings a song of separation
Zi Fang's tent strategy, Han Xin's chest has a gulch
Turning over a few pages of smoke and fumes
Frosty leaves and the wind of the rivers and the cold Sichuan River
Spring and Autumn past can be cut out at any time
For whom have we watched the chaotic world of the gold and the spears of the war?
When talking, we laugh and laugh at the war, the war is growing more and more intense
The flying vector is the most important thing in the history of the country.
Flying vectors fill the sky with the shadow of swords and knives
I ask the king how he plans to do it, using a sword to kill a man, and then turning the tables on him
The 36 Stratagems are a trap every step of the way
Taking advantage of the darkness to attack the west
Creating something out of nothing to draw out a paycheck from the bottom of the cauldron
The bitter meat is a brilliant plan to see into the sky, and to borrow the wind of the east to play a song
The 36 Stratagems are confusing and bewildering
When we listen to the sword, the war is on our back.
Pillow sword and listen to the drums of war gallop galloped the soldiers
Great winds rise, the river and the mountains are silent, a thousand years of rise and fall, life and death
Blood for the ink, the knife as a pen, in the sand to write
Divination of Qiankun, the divination of mediums, the thirty-six stratagems of control the enemy
Listen to the story of the vassals towards Mengjin, the Wei loss of the river and the west
Tell the saga of the blue dragon and the moon on the square heavenly painted halberd
Laughing at the history of the history of the world, a few words of wisdom to comment on the present and future <
Zhaolie's search for a hut and his long lance
Zhou Lang's sword dance and Wolong's song and Liang Fu
Close a picture of the rivers and mountains
Frosty leaves and winds on the rivers and streams
Spring and Autumn past events can be cut to size
For whom the chaotic world of the golden spears has been seen all over the world
While we were talking and laughing, the war was getting more and more fierce
Flying vectors and the sky were full of swords and the shadow and light of swords overlapped
To ask the king how to plan, and to borrow a sword, I would like to ask you to do something about the war. The blood of the generals in the hundred battles is stained on the golden queens
I ask the king how to plan, how to return the body, how to throw a brick to attract jade, and how to take advantage of the fire
The Thirty-Six Stratagems are traps every step of the way
The Golden Cicada is a trap, and it's not a trap to be caught in the water
Wanting to catch the enemy and then to escape from the enemy and then to draw the ladder out of the house
Beauty's clever smile is a trick, and finally, it is a trick to be caught in the trap
The Thirty-Six Stratagems are confusing and bewildering
Sun Tzu's strategy, Pang Juan's bewilderment.
The grass is green and yellow, and the bones of the State of Qin are buried in a false way
Cook the rabbit, bind the wolf, and take the moon for the pilgrimage
Wait for the time to lure the Rong and Qiang, and don't be alarmed when the tiger departs from the mountain
Repeat the strange and the ridiculous, and the false and the insane, and really the madman
To urge him to be firm, and to seize him, and to catch him, and to catch the thief, and then to catch him
Pillow down and listen to the war-drums, gallop the gallops, and the strongest men will walk
The gales are rising, and the rivers and mountains are silent. The mountains and rivers are silent, the rise and fall of a thousand years of life and death
Blood as ink, knife as a pen, writing in the battlefield
Thirty-six plans to control the enemy
Qin Guan
Accompaniment: Datang Wushuang-trailer CG soundtrack
Lyrics: Saido
Sung by: Xiao Qu'er
Reading: Chun
Later: Xiao Qu'er
This is the first time that I have ever heard of this. I've been drinking wine for a long time
The dust of the rivers and mountains is flying
Sighing at the long days of thinking about home
The old man is old, and his green silk has been dyed with frost
Remembering the sadness of separation
Sharpening the sword and spear, putting on the armour, waiting for the morning light
Listening to the neighing of horses and the ringing of the drums
To spilling the blood of the flooded lands
The long march has not yet returned to me.
But the flying generals of the Dragon City are here
But they don't teach the horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain--"Out of the Plug" by Wang Changling)
The hustle and bustle of horseshoes and the wind rolls up the broken wings
Cutting the blood of the swan and offering it to the flag
The rain stops and we reach an impasse
Looking back, I sigh at the winds and the rains of the last few decades
The traces of history
The marks of history are there.
Traces of history
Spotted with the past
Glorious, how many mistakes have been made, always abandoned
But just a memory left behind
--END--
Northwest looking at Chang'an
Sung by: qinglang Lyricist: qinglang Composer: Throwing & qinglang Arranger and Producer: Throwing
Northwest looking at Chang'an Rongrong The sun shines in the Weiyang Hall
You are sleeping alone in the royal seat, and the stars and the moon are outside the window, filling the courtyard with springtime
Who won't leave you? Who will forget you in an instant
I'll give you all the mountains and rivers in exchange for a lifetime of loneliness
I look forward to the night when the king returns, and the night when you return, you will be parted from the king's house
I complain about the strong winds outside of the city, which blow off the dusty snow on your brow and heart
Who is sure of his words, and who will keep his word
I'm sure that I'm not going to forget him.
I'm waiting for you to fulfill your promise by the poplars thousands of miles away
Looking at Chang'an from the northwest, I see countless mountains
Mountains reflecting blue water, blue water, blue mountains, and never see each other
The flute plays a song, and the clouds are far away in the wind
You're the surface of the lake, the reflection of the mountains, and a whole world I've loved for a thousand years
Repeat*
This is the first time that you've ever been to Chang'an.
Looking at Chang'an from the northwest, I can see countless mountains
(I once sang "Three Pieces of Yangguan" when I remembered that I was leaving you)
Mountains reflecting blue water, blue water, blue mountains, never see each other
(Holding hands together, gently harmonizing)
The flute, "Three Pieces of Yangguan," is a song of the winds
(Gathering and scattering is like floating clouds)
Though you're a reflecting mountain on the surface of the Weilan lake, you are the one that I've loved my whole life, a world of a thousand sails
The pear blossoms blossom in the spring with rain, and the pear blossoms fall into the mud in the spring
This life is only for one person, and I know that the king of the world is obsessed with you
You are the surface of the lake, and the reflection of the green mountains, and you are the vow I will never change
Note: The second chorus of the second verse (Pear blossoms blossom) is adapted from the Peking Opera Ode to the Princess of the Tang Dynasty
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