I'm not a theatre god

Boom--boom--boom--boom--! !

A huge roar sounded from a distance, and the entire grassland was shaking violently, like an earthquake.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a short figure was frantically hitting the huge rock with his head hammer. With every collision between the two, large spider web patterns would appear on the surface of the rock, and it would be on the verge of collapse after a few hits.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The clown smashed his head against the rock, shattering it into pieces. His red forehead was raised, and his beady eyes were full of anger and guilt.

"Lao Wu... Junior Brother's injury is really not your fault."

"Yes, Lao Wu, you just hid in your clothes and didn't do anything. The curtain on the mirror was blown off by the master. It really has nothing to do with you."

"Even if you don't take your junior brother to the [Skin Area], master will use the True Self Mirror for him sooner or later."

"Lao Wu, don't blame yourself. We all know that you didn't mean to hurt your junior brother..."

"If you keep smashing it like this, the mountain will collapse soon."

"..."

Several senior brothers and sisters gathered around the clown and advised him earnestly.

The clown seemed not to have heard what they said, his eyes were red, and after yelling, he changed to a stronger rock and banged it with his head.

At this moment, Mojiao hurriedly came from a distance.

"Junior brother, wake up!"

Hearing these words, the clown's movements suddenly stopped.

The other senior brothers and sisters looked happy and immediately walked towards Chen Ling's house. Ning Ruyu walked a few steps, looked back at the Harlequin who was still there, and asked doubtfully:

"Lao Wu, aren't you going?"

"...Eey, eh."

The clown struggled for a long time, but turned around and continued to use his head to open the mountain.

Seeing this, the others smiled helplessly. After all, they knew the character of Lao Wu, so they did not take him away by force, but went to Chen Ling's house separately.

"How is your junior brother?" Ning Ruyu asked Mojiao.

Mojiao opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

When everyone saw this, their expressions suddenly changed, "Is it because the injury hasn't healed yet?"

"The injury has healed long ago, but...hey, you can see for yourselves later." Mojiao really didn't know how to describe the scene, so he could only smile with a weird expression.

Everyone walked through a grassland in confusion, and soon arrived in front of Chen Ling's house. Before they could open the door, they heard a melodious singing voice:

"I advise the king to drink wine and listen to Yu songs to relieve his sorrow and dance. To win the Qin Dynasty, the country will be broken, and the heroes will fight on all sides. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me, success or failure will rise and fall in a moment. Sit down in the treasure tent with peace of mind, and wait for the military intelligence ~ "(Note 1)

Several people were suddenly stunned.

They were all too familiar with that voice. Just a few days ago, the voice sounded like a saw, hoarse and mocking, echoing in the grassland.

But now it sounds like the sound of a clear spring. Every word is accurately in tune, and the sound is clear, melodious, and extremely contagious.

"Could this be..." Wen Renyou was stunned in his eyes.

Mojiao smiled helplessly and pushed the courtyard door open.

I saw a figure in a bright red opera robe dancing in the courtyard, with a soft figure and precise posture, as if a talented actor was perfectly performing the role of "Yu Ji". Even the strictest Luan Mei could not Can't find the slightest mistake.

"Is this my junior brother??" Ning Ruyu said in disbelief.

"How is this possible?" Luan Meidai frowned slightly, "It has only been a few days, how could his body be so flexible...and those footwork, I never taught him at all."

"Who knows, it will be like this after waking up."

Mojiao shrugged, "I thought he was possessed by something unclean, so I immediately went to find the master. He said that this is the true level of my junior brother."

Mojiao was the first person to discover that Chen Ling had no talent, and was also the first person to witness his transformation. After he heard Chen Ling singing with his own ears, he was completely stunned. He was the only one who knew that he had the talent at that time. What a shock.

Several fellow apprentices looked at each other.

As Chen Ling finished singing the last verse, she closed her eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief...

This body that belongs to Chen Yan contains his terrifying talent for playing the divine way, and the crystallization of several years of practice. Before this, it seemed to have been sleeping in the deepest place, under the influence of the "True Self Mirror" , and finally woke up completely.

Chen Ling could feel that when he was singing, the talent and instinct of this body completely took over everything about him... In other words, during that process, he and Chen Yan were completely integrated.

Perhaps as Chen Yan said, as long as Chen Ling feels that he is alive, he is really alive;

Every time Chen Ling sings and every time he dances, Chen Yan is with him.

Chen Ling opened her eyes again and saw several senior brothers and sisters standing at the door, looking at him as if they were looking at some kind of rare animal.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ling asked confused.

"...Junior brother, how do you feel?"

"Great."

Chen Ling rolled up her sleeves. All the scars on her body from the mirror fragments had fallen off. She was completely recovered. Her eyes were as bright as stars.

"That's good, that's good..."

"Fourth Senior Brother, is it time for class?" Chen Ling seemed to remember something and glanced at the increasingly brightening sky. It seemed that she slept until dawn.

According to the "class schedule", this section is the "singing" class at the end.

Mojiao came back to his senses and nodded, "Yes, junior brother, although you have made great progress, you still can't be proud. Let's go to class first..."

Mojiao glanced at the other senior brothers and sisters, who immediately understood and temporarily retreated from the courtyard to give Chen Ling a quiet and focused environment for class.

But they didn't leave too far. Instead, they silently came to the wall and listened to what was going on inside.

"Junior brother, I listened just now. Your pitch has improved very quickly. We should be able to take this basic step... Today, senior brother will teach you to sing the song "The Case of the Beauty"."

Mojiao took a deep breath and was about to give Chen Ling a demonstration first, but Chen Ling, who was opposite him, thought for a moment and spoke one step ahead:

"The prince-in-law came closer and took a closer look. It said that Qin Xianglian was thirty-two years old. She was suing the prince-in-law of the dynasty for deceiving the king and hiding the truth from the emperor..."

Chen Ling opened and closed her lips, and her sweet singing voice was like the tinkling of clear spring water. There was no strange pause between the words, and she sang the entire "Guillotine" smoothly.

As the last word fell, deathly silence fell into both the inside and outside of the courtyard.

Mojiao's lips parted slightly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He chuckled and said, "It seems that my junior brother has previewed this chapter in advance, so today we will study "The Female General of the Yang Clan"..."

"The wind is blowing, the fog is spreading, the stars are dim, people are shouting, and the mountains are rumbling and the valleys are shaking..."

"Then "Mother-in-law Tattoo"..."

"Peng Ju'er stood in the thatched cottage and listened to my mother's words~ A good man should be famous all over the world..."

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