I'm not a theatre god

Luan Mei was silent for a long time, and when she was about to say something, Mo Jiao secretly kicked her.

Luan Mei was about to speak but stopped.

"Nothing." He looked at Chen Ling who was eating with his head out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "Junior brother is diligent and conscientious. He should be able to achieve results soon... Today is the first day, so you should get used to it."

Luan Mei nodded in agreement.

"That's right." Ning Ruyu turned to look at Chen Ling,

"Junior brother, tomorrow you go to learn [recitation] from Third Senior Brother first, and come back to me in the afternoon."

"……good."

Chen Ling sighed in her heart.

Today's two basic skills have completely shattered his illusions. He is not the material to learn opera at all. Although Mojiao is still comforting him, Chen Ling knows how much he weighs;

The incomplete five-note... no, it should be the disabled five-note, and the chaotic rhythm of the body. For the first time, Chen Ling felt that life was so difficult.

When he was a director, he thought it was nothing when he saw actors performing on stage. It wasn’t until I got started that I realized what “one minute on stage, ten years off stage” means. For any traditional actor to take the stage, it means years or even decades of time have been devoted to it. Talent and hard work are indispensable.

After eating, Chen Ling returned to her room and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. After washing, he opened the door and went out early.

squeak——

As soon as she opened the door, Chen Ling froze on the spot.

I saw another white porcelain vase on the ground at the door, with a golden bouquet on it, shining in the sun.

"This..." Chen Ling took the flower in her hand and weighed it. After feeling the strong weight, a look of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

"Pure gold??"

Chen Ling observed the golden flower carefully. The branches, leaves, and petals were all lifelike. Not to mention the value of such a large piece of gold, what kind of craftsman could carve gold in such detail?

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the leaves of the golden flower. A piece of paper was hung in the center, with the same crooked characters swaying in the wind:

--sorry(???︿???)

Did that person come again last night... This time, he didn't notice it at all. Was he alert after he was discovered last night?

Chen Ling looked at the golden flower in her hand, sighed helplessly, and placed it on the cabinet at the door, next to the unusually large bouquet of flowers the night before.

Yesterday, the magic flower came from nowhere, and today it turned into a golden flower...could it be that he will come tonight too?

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

…

At noon, Chen Ling walked out of the third senior brother's house with a sigh.

These few hours of [recitation] class teaching are mainly about learning the resonance of breath, pronunciation, and the subtle differences in the speech of people of different ages...

Although this class was not as torturous as yesterday's [Singing] and [Doing], it was not easy for him either and could only be regarded as average.

As for the third senior brother Wen Renyou, his expression never changed and he kept a straight face, as if Chen Ling owed him tens of thousands of dollars.

After resting for a while, Chen Ling took a deep breath and knocked on Ning Ruyu's door.

Dong dong dong——

Chen Ling waited for a moment, but there was no movement behind the door, so she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He knocked a few more times, but still no answer.

Just when he was hesitating whether to wait any longer, a brilliant ball of light and shadow exploded from inside the house, and a scene was like an unfolded page of paper, folding and expanding crazily, covering the entire world in the blink of an eye!

Chen Ling subconsciously took half a step back. The grasslands, snow-capped mountains, and houses in front of her all disappeared... replaced by old houses and streets from the 1940s and 1950s.

Smoke and dust floated in the street, and everything around him was in dilapidated condition. Chen Ling looked down and saw that the center of his street had turned into an arena at some point.

"This is..." Chen Ling suddenly felt that the scene in front of her looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

At this moment, a man dressed in white walked slowly to the other end of the ring. He looked at Chen Ling with a smile, his clothes and ties fluttering in the wind...

"Eldest brother?"

"Junior brother, if we want to practice [fighting], we still need a spacious place, and the yard will definitely not work."

Ning Ruyu opened her palms, and a transparent CD box appeared in front of Chen Ling:

——"Ip Man", Wilson Yip, 2008;

Sure enough...it was a scene from that movie.

Chen Ling confirmed his suspicion. He was very fond of this place. In the movie "Ip Man", it was here that Ip Man had a decisive battle with the Japanese general Miura. The only difference was that Ning Ruyu removed the "crowds" who were watching.

"How to practice [fighting]?" Chen Ling asked tentatively.

"Things like opera postures are not a problem for you now, so the focus is still on the 'fight' itself...that is, fighting."

Ning Ruyu raised her hand and made a move, and a silver spear appeared out of thin air in her palm. As the light of the spear turned slightly, the sound of whistling through the air resounded through the sky.

"You and I don't use mental power, we fight with pure techniques. This is 'fighting'."

Chen Ling's eyes lit up slightly, but the previous lessons still left a huge psychological shadow on him, and he added:

"Just fight? No need to sing and fight at the same time, or fight in a posture?"

"No need to bother." Ning Ruyu chuckled and slowly raised the spear in her hand.

"Come on... let me see your fighting talent, senior brother."

After hearing the last four words, Chen Ling's eyes were as bright as stars. He was like a dead tree that had been suppressed for too long. At this moment, it was ignited with fire, and his fighting spirit was rising steadily!

Since Chen Ling entered Xi Dao Gu Zang, she has been either singing or dancing, and she has almost been autistic. When she hears that she has finally returned to the field she is good at, she feels indescribably relieved!

"Okay!! Then fight!"

Chen Ling's figure was slightly bowed on the ring, and the next moment, like red lightning, it flew out!

Ode——!

The bright red opera robe cut through the air and made a slight buzz. Chen Lingjuan carried the strong wind and flashed to Ning Ruyu's side, hitting his vital part with a heavy punch!

"Very good, a good angle."

Ning Ruyu took half a step back lightly, letting the punch fly past the corner of her clothes. She was about to take out the gun, but when she saw that Chen Ling's hands were empty, she stabbed the gun into the ground beside the ring with her backhand and turned around. The palm of his hand struck Chen Ling's face!

As if Chen Ling understood his intention, she stepped aside one step ahead, and then followed her center of gravity and stepped heavily on the ground.

Boom——!

Knees bent, shoulders slumped, with eyes burning with fighting spirit, Chen Ling missed Ning Ruyu's arm with a punch and hit him in the chest!

Seeing these flowing movements, a flash of surprise flashed in Ning Ruyu's eyes!