I'm not a theatre god

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"It still failed."

Chen Ling stood unsteadily on the rocks, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Eldest brother said that the key point is to use 'faith' to resonate with the spirit of that moment... So, in fact, the posture and angle of the shot are not important at all. Eldest brother should have just shot it casually."

"Deliberately imitating the 'form' will only distract my attention. After all, my faith has not been gathered. It is better to abandon everything and concentrate on understanding the faith..."

"Then the question is, how to generate a belief that resonates with the spirit at that moment?"

Chen Ling's brain was working rapidly. He lowered his head and looked at his red opera robe, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Belief in drama...could it be that the key point is 'act'?"

Chen Ling's eyes lit up slightly. He should have thought of it a long time ago. Ning Ruyu had just said that the key to faith lies in the "sense of substitution", which means that all of this should be completed in the performance, and drama is the foundation of everything.

Do you need to put yourself into a certain role so that your beliefs and the way of acting can resonate?

Chen Ling suddenly thought that when he first went to Chou Peak and was chased by the Harlequin, the second senior sister Luan Mei seemed to be singing, assuming the role, and then forcibly suppressing the Harlequin... If his understanding was correct, then it should be Is it also a kind of [moving the sky with one's sleeves]?

The waves in the distance were approaching, leaving Chen Ling little time to think. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he planned to give it a try first.

The large amount of operas she had learned in the past few months flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and she finally settled on the libretto that Luan Mei had once used.

On the pitch-black reef, the man in the red theatrical robe slowly raised his hands, took a stance, stared angrily at the surging waves in front of him, and took a deep breath...

The next moment, a penetrating singing voice echoed in the air:

"It doesn't matter what a clown is, I can stop a million soldiers with one sword!!"

This libretto is selected from "Mu Guiying Takes Command". It is considered to be the most murderous sentence in the libretto of the female actor. Chen Ling remembers that when Luan Mei sang it, she modified the libretto, perhaps in order to better resonate with her, and changed it to " The "sword" was replaced by the "gun" in his hand. However, at this moment, Chen Ling's hand was empty, so he still used the original "sword", but at the same time he put his hands together as sword fingers and waved hard in front of him.

boom--! !

The red opera robe was mercilessly swallowed by the waves again.

"He really understood it." Ning Ruyu saw this scene and smiled with some relief.

"It's a pity that the sense of belief is still not enough." Luan Mei shook her head helplessly, "Although the junior brother can sing, he has not been exposed to opera for a long time, and he doesn't know much about Mu Guiying in the play... At this level now , cannot resonate.”

"This may be the most difficult one. It depends on how my junior brother solves it."

While everyone was discussing and expressing their feelings, a hand came out of the sea water again, supporting the embarrassed red figure to stand up again.

Chen Ling wiped the seawater off her face and breathed a long sigh of relief, her face looking a little ugly.

"No...I can't feel the resonance."

"Change a role?"

Chen Ling felt that her general direction was correct. After thinking for a while, she changed her stance and stood on the rocks, staring at the next approaching wave.

"...There are banners waving, horns roaring in the smoke, but I want to destroy Er Cao in one battle!"

This time, Chen Ling sang "Pick the Pulley" which was sung by her senior brother. At the same time, she kept recalling the charm of her senior brother at that time and tried to put herself into it.

A wave of waves rolled over, and the red opera robe disappeared on the rocks again.

A few seconds later, an embarrassed figure got up again, gritted his teeth and spoke again:

"The bright green sword in your hand!!" (Note 1)

boom--

Chen Ling was photographed flying away again.

After trying four or five times in succession, Chen Ling still failed. His mind gradually calmed down and he murmured to himself:

"Is it because I don't know enough about opera? Or am I unable to have a sense of belief... Wait, if I just want to take on the role, there seems to be no need to stick to these lyrics? What if I try to play other roles? "

Chen Ling thought back to the performance clips that impressed him most and understood him the most... Finally, a picture came to his mind.

"Maybe... this section is okay?"

Chen Ling stood still on the reef and looked at the roaring twenty-fourth stack of huge waves, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His eyes were dark, but as his thoughts gradually went back, a scene that he would never forget slowly emerged around him.

Heavy snow.

house.

A bloody stage.

Wearing a scarlet opera robe, he walked slowly into the heavy snow from the house with broken corpses on the ground.

Three frightened figures sat in the snow. As he approached, they tried desperately to retreat, but their legs seemed to be unable to use up their strength and their whole bodies were trembling.

Chen Ling couldn't see what he looked like, but he knew what he should look like... A "danjiao" facial makeup with red makeup like apricot and eyebrows like hooks fit right on his face. That was Chen Yan's face.

He is taking the place of Chen Yan!

Anger, murderous intent, despair, struggle... Familiar feelings surged into Chen Ling's heart. The red sleeves were gently raised, and a very penetrating drama echoed over the house.

"The little nun was just twenty-eight years old and in her prime, her hair was shaved off by her master.

Every day, I burn incense and exchange water in the Buddhist temple.

I saw some young men playing games under the mountain gate..."

Chen Yan is taking the place of "Si Fan", and Chen Ling is taking the place of Chen Yan.

At this moment, the bodies of Chen Ling and Chen Yan gradually merged, and Chen Ling's consciousness began to slip into a trance... It was his body that performed all this at that time. All emotions and beliefs were perfectly preserved without any hindrance. There was no sluggishness, and Chen Ling easily took part in it.

The melodious and desolate lyrics do not seem to have any killing atmosphere, but the emotions contained in them are enough to make the surrounding temperature drop rapidly. Chen Ling and Chen Yan, or the spirits of "Sifan" overlap each other, creating an indescribable and ethereal feeling. A sense of faith came to his heart!

The scarlet opera robe slowly moved forward among the black rocks. He closed his eyes and his wide sleeves rustled in the wind.

"This is..." A hint of shock appeared in Wen Renyou's eyes.

"What a strong resonance...has he captured the belief in the Tao of Xi? Who is he replacing?!" Luan Mei's face was equally surprised. They were both from the Tao of Xi, and they could all feel the changes in Chen Ling's aura.

Ning Ruyu didn't speak. He stared at the red opera robe that was approaching the waves with both hands, seeming to feel nervous for Chen Ling.

The next moment, Chen Ling moved.

"He looked at us, and we looked at him..."

Chen Ling's eyes slowly opened. In his pupils, a flash of light was like stars lighting up, and an indescribable aura rushed out instantly!

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently teased the huge waves that covered the sky.

"He and we, we share him, we care about each other a lot."

boom--! ! !

A loud roar exploded from the center of the waves, and snow-like waves splashed into the air, as if the torrential rain had drowned the red dress!