The art of Peking Opera has been inherited for hundreds of years from the day it was born to now, and now it has reached an unprecedented peak, and has become the first quintessence of China.

The young student surnamed Wang immediately sneered and refuted loudly, without saving him half face because Cheng Xiaolou showed such a high-quality original play as "Ode to Pear Blossoms".

"Little friend, your thinking is very dangerous, do you think it is appropriate to say such things on such an occasion?"

The short young man with a look of arrogance between his eyebrows also looked at him with interest and asked.

"Hehe, those two teachers think I'm alarmist. ”

Cheng Xiaolou smiled noncommittally and sat down straight, not bothering to argue about this kind of thing anymore.

He knew very well in his heart that there were not a few people who had the same thoughts as these two young big horns, and the Peking Opera art in this world had not yet experienced the decline and downturn of the earth in the previous life, and it was difficult for them to imagine what it would be like to fall from the altar to the mortal dust.

"Teachers, do you want to score Cheng Xiaolou first?"

The young man who retreated to the corner as a temporary guest host glanced at Cheng Xiaolou deeply, and interjected at the right time to remind respectfully.

"There is no rush in advance for the scoring, no matter whether this fellow thinkers and worries about the future of Peking Opera art are alarmist, or he is too worried. But the "Ode to Pear Blossoms" he sang just now is indeed a rare show. ”

"Student Cheng, the statement you just put forward about Jingge is very interesting. But I'd like to hear what you thought when you created the play, and I mean the story about the play itself. ”

Shen Yishu waved his hand unhurriedly, looked up at Cheng Xiaolou, who was sitting in the back row, and asked again.

Hearing him mention this question again, several other people in the pear orchard also looked over with a look of listening carefully.

Cheng Xiaolou, who had already sat back in the chair, exhaled lightly, and stood up honestly and replied respectfully: "The play "Ode to Pear Blossoms" is about a poignant love story between the emperor and the concubine in a different dynasty. ”

"In the vast universe, there is a planet called Earth, and there is an ancient country on Earth, and its name is China. In China's long and long history, there was a dynasty called the Tang Dynasty, and Tang Xuanzong Li Longji was also the ancestor of China's pear orchard, and he had a concubine named Yang Yuhuan. Yang Guifei was born beautiful and could sing and dance; Emperor Tang Ming ruled martial arts, and could also sing opera and drums. Yang Yuhuan was canonized by Xuanzong as a noble concubine to lead the harem. Yang Guifei is full of lust and art, deeply loved, after being bathed by Xuanzong, the two went to the Palace of Eternal Life to beg for an oath, swearing that the princess and concubine are affectionate and harmonious forever, and the Tang Emperor and the concubine are accompanied day and night, and they are reluctant to separate for half a moment, and gradually they don't even want to go to the early dynasty. The world of the Tang Dynasty was at the peak of Xuanzong Li Longji's hands, and he thought that the huge empire could already operate benignly, but the Tang Emperor had no intention of state affairs, and who knew that rebellions broke out. The princes and ministers blamed the source of all the evils on the concubine, believing that she charmed the Tang Emperor and made him careless about state affairs, which made the Tang Dynasty the world in danger, so they asked for the death of the concubine, and then worked together to save the Tang Dynasty. ”

In order to save the fate of the Tang Emperor, the concubine stepped forward and died resolutely, becoming the scapegoat of that rebellion. After the war was peaceful, the division was moved back to Luan, the pond was still the same, things were not people, Xuanzong missed day and night, and asked the monks to search for the soul of Yuhuan, and Guode Yuhuan met in the dream of the fairy mountain and Yuhuan on the sea. The life of the concubine is so short, she only loves the Tang Emperor all her life, but it is a pity that the Tang Emperor is also an infatuated person. However, the face is thin, the sky does not follow people's wishes, and in the end, he will hate a song for eternity, and hate for a song for eternity......"

Cheng Xiaolou told the poignant love between Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong Li Longji, and after the story was told, many candidates present sighed again and again, and several sensual girls even had red eyes.

"The concubine is so pitiful, she knows that she is just a victim under the imperial power, but she is still willing to die for her lover's country, how much she loves that Tang Emperor. ”

"I think that Tang Huang is also quite pitiful, he can't even protect his concubine, he can only watch the princes and ministers force her to death, I guess from that moment on, his heart is also dead. ”

"How do I think "Ode to Pear Blossoms" is just one of the folds of this story, if the whole story is created, it will definitely be a pinnacle drama that will be famous through the ages!"

......

Many candidates discussed in low voices, some were sad for the concubine, some felt aggrieved for the Tang Emperor, and a few people whose brains were fast enough saw that this story was unfinished.

But no matter what they think about Tang Minghuang and Yang Guifei in the play, no one doubts that "Ode to Pear Blossoms" is from someone else's hand at this moment.

If this play was not created by Cheng Xiaolou, how could he have opened his mouth to tell such a poignant and tactful love story between the emperor and his concubine?

Moreover, the background of this play is not in the world where China is located at all.

Earth, China, Tang Dynasty......

These unfamiliar words appeared in everyone's ears for the first time, although Cheng Xiaolou only said a few words when describing the background of the world, his affirmative tone and firm eyes were as if he had been to that world himself.

"Unbridled imagination, the story is very exquisitely conceived, the structure is rigorous, the lyrics and songs are elegant, the artistic conception is abyss, the aftertaste is long, touching, and the lyrics also have a high literary taste, but I still have a question for Mr. Cheng. ”

The old man Shen Yishu, who had never been smiling, smiled and gave Cheng Xiaolou a high evaluation, just when he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the matter was over and it was time to score himself, Shen Yishu suddenly changed his words and asked with interest.

"Teacher, may I ask. ”

Facing this contemporary helmsman of the Shen faction in Tsing Yi, not to mention that the other party still has one more question to ask, that is, there are ten questions, and he has to respond respectfully.

Not to mention Shen Yishu's identity of stomping his feet and trembling three times in the entire pear orchard, just because he has dedicated his life to the development and inheritance of Peking Opera art is worthy of respect.

"I want to hear from you, what kind of country is China, which also has the art of Peking Opera in your mind?"

"Huh?!"

Shen Yishu's question not only made Cheng Xiaolou's mind confused, but the other examiners and the candidates sitting below didn't turn around in an instant.

No one expected that he, a seventy-year-old senior in Liyuan, would ask such a question that seemed a little naïve, a little willful, and a little naughty.

A world imaginary in his head, do you really expect Cheng Xiaolou to be able to say that he is ugly.