Chapter 127 says that there are two forms

In order to wait for Jin Wensheng's fever to be completely cured, and to make up for the old man's body, Wang Yao and Xu Feng took a few days off, and they lived in the old alley for the past few days. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many things of the storyteller at the main gate are passed down from ancestors, such as Xingmu, folding fans, handkerchiefs and other conventional props are passed down from the masters, usually the most sincere and successful apprentices of Xingmu, and folding fans or handkerchiefs are passed on to other disciples.

Therefore, Xingmu has an additional meaning for the inheritance token of the storytelling gate, it may be too exaggerated to say that it is the head of the family, but it is indeed the treatment that only the disciples of the family have to do.

Jin Wensheng passed on to Wang Yao was the Xihemen Patriarch Cheng Helan, the awakening wood of the Ya Tongtian Sect Master, this piece of self-black awakening wood that is more than a finger long, the pattern on it has become blurred after I don't know how many years of tempering, and the color is also very mottled.

But there is an indescribable sense of comfort on the fingers, and the sound is extremely crisp, so that Wang Yao can't put it down, and he knocks it vigorously on the table.

"Okay, okay, don't break it. Jin Wensheng smiled and said, "This waking wood is a family heirloom, so you need to save some use." ”

"Naturally. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, put Xingmu back in the cloth bag, and began to listen to Jin Wensheng talk about some storytelling rules.

Learning to comment on books is completely different from reading and writing, Jin Wensheng's words and deeds are not the same as Xu Feng's kind of guidance-based education, because storytelling started from the beginning, so there are more local accents.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the promotion of Mandarin has made some changes in the storytelling, most of which have been changed to Mandarin, only the dialect that is still used with less baggage, which Jin Wensheng has emphatically explained, the dialect must be used well, and it must be used.

In the north, I use Jinmen dialect, because it sounds more playful, and in the south, it is best to use Mingzhu dialect, because it sounds very distinctive.

The main reason for using dialects is to enhance the sense of intimacy, so that the listener can feel comfortable and smile.

But in the south, if you use the northern dialect, the effect is greatly reduced, unless it is said in a particularly funny way.

However, storytelling is not cross talk, not for fun, but more about using stories to attract people, saying that there are a lot of attention to pronunciation and vocal cavity, and then with the assistance of props, the plot is more three-dimensional through sound.

Jin Wensheng used a folding fan to imitate the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and knocking on the door, etc., and also used ventriloquism to imitate the collision of weapons and the sound of horses' hooves, etc., which made Wang Yao stunned.

And it can be well integrated into the plot, as if you are really in the storyline.

After listening to Jin Wensheng's story, Wang Yao looked down at the manuscript again, obviously it was the same plot, and even the lines had not changed, but the artistic expression of storytelling was a completely different feeling.

This is a university question, Wang Yao began to get serious.

Originally, he thought that his theory and knowledge were enough to create a script, but really combined with Jin Wensheng's way of expression just now, Wang Yao put down the "Legend of Wu Xun" he wrote and really couldn't get on the stage.

Looking at Wang Yao's somewhat decadent expression holding "The Legend of Wu Xun", Jin Wensheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you are still young, any mature traditional jokes, repertoire, and set poems you see now are all made by our predecessors after a lifetime of hard work and polishing, so when creating new things, we must not forget the hard work of our ancestors, because without them, there would be no such craft." ”

Wang Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth and scratched his head, "I seem to take it for granted." ”

"You are very talented, at least until I am forty years old, I will never have your kind of creative ability, you are a first-class genius, but you must be down-to-earth, talent is very important, but accumulation and experience are more important. Jin Wensheng patted Wang Yao's head.

"Master, you come to me and I'll sort it out, so that there will be no delay. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"It's easy to make mistakes in shorthand. Jin Wensheng said.

"Don't worry, I write a lot. Wang Yao said with a smile.

In this way, the master and apprentice are talking and recording one by one, and they are very happy.

After staying here for a week in Jin Wensheng, Wang Yao also wore a long shirt for the first time, this kind of ancient costume that he had only seen on TV did make Wang Yao a little uncomfortable to wear, and he was wrapped in an extra piece of cloth under his body, and he always felt that he couldn't take a step.

"Although the cheongsam is not standard, it is an unwritten rule for our orthodox storytellers to wear cheongsam to tell stories, so you can slowly adapt to it, so that the audience can feel a sense of stability and knowledge from the visual point of view, because the cheongsam is worn by antiques and intellectuals in the eyes of modern people. Jin Wensheng explained.

"What about cross talk?" Wang Yao asked curiously,

Jin Wensheng was silent for a while, "It's half an intellectual." ”

This week, Mr. Jin has also worked hard, his voice is a little dumb, and Wang Yao has been paired with tea to nourish his throat, and he has been telling stories for a week, although he doesn't have to work as hard as acting, but it is also very draining.

Wang Yao once felt sorry for the old man, but the old man said that it is really good to teach like this, and a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and Wang Yao's progress is faster than the students he has taught in the past.

But Wang Yao knew that Old Man Jin knew that he would not stay here for too long, so he seized the time to teach more, which shows how anxious the old man was about teaching.

So Wang Yao also worked hard, these days after Jin Wensheng fell asleep, he still read at night, and when he felt that his body couldn't keep up, he drew a lottery to eat some growth potions to replenish his strength.

But Wang Yao found a big problem, that is, the effect of the growth potion does not seem to be as great as before, in the past, he could be energetic by eating five bottles of growth potion, but now he can't bear it after eating more than a dozen bottles.

Wang Yao felt that the transformation of his body by this small potion had reached a critical point, but fortunately, it was enough to have two or three days before 100,000 reputation points, and there must be other potions in the upgraded system.

On the morning of the seventh day, Wang Yao received a call from three people in a row, Xu Feng, He Saifei and Zheng Jingjing, telling him that the time for apprenticeship was set, and it would be noon tomorrow, so he would be picked up to go to the ancestral land later.

After hearing this, Jin Wensheng nodded, closed the folding fan and said, "I won't study today, you prepare well, I have prepared all six things for you, and I also wrote a post for your master." ”

Wang Yao got up and bowed to Jin Wensheng and said, "Master, don't worry, when I have results, I will take you out." ”

Jin Wensheng rolled his eyes, "What are you doing taking me out?" ”

Wang Yao looked at the cracked skin wall that had been damp by the rain, "Although this place is clean, it is not good for preserving books, these treasures have to find a good place." ”

Jin Wensheng pondered for a moment and nodded, "I want to find a way." ”

"It's me who thinks of it, you can just be in charge of teaching when you're always in charge. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Wang Yao took a cold shower, and he was wearing a long shirt during this time, and he was really a little uncomfortable with changing into jeans and shirts.

"There are a couple of tapes for this. Jin Wensheng handed Wang Yao two tapes with worn covers, "They are all recordings of some old-timers, you keep them on the road to relieve your boredom." ”

Wang Yao took it, smiled and put it in his bag, "I'm leaving, Master." ”

Jin Wensheng shrugged Wang Yao out of the door, and Wang Yao said goodbye respectfully before leaving.

Hearing the door close behind him, Wang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, he could feel that Jin Wensheng seemed to be a little unhappy, and sighed helplessly and muttered, "Hey, it will be a trouble in the future." ”

It is said that peers are enemies, but all walks of life are also, especially about the inheritance of the master, there will be some knots.