Chapter 25: The Task of Revival

The portal symbolizes that there are hidden dangers on the outside and chaos on the inside

Jin Wensheng is aware of this, so he left his home, wandered around, and visited old friends by the way, ten years ago he went from Jinmen to the appointment of the senior SD Kuaishu master Gao Yuanjun to sort out the literature and materials inheritance of the SD Kuaishu Gao School over the years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Master Gao Yuanjun left precious information and contributions to the inheritance of national Allegro culture, there are some things that can only be inherited by his family.

Because Jin Wensheng has an admirable conservative spirit, things can be preserved most completely when they come to him, so many storytelling seniors will hand over to Jin Wensheng what he has learned in his life in his old age.

Therefore, Jin Wensheng is not only carrying a person's inheritance, it can be said that it is the essence of the entire storytelling category, so he needs to be cautious and cautious in choosing inheritors, because these are the savings of his ancestors for hundreds of years.

When I was just chatting with Wang Yao about opera, Jin Wensheng was very amazed by Wang Yao's comprehensive knowledge, Wang Yao was only a teenager after all, and he had never experienced systematic teaching since he was a child, and he could learn this level by himself when he grew up, which can be described as amazing.

Art is all figured out, especially storytelling and pear orchard travel, so there is no problem with Wang Yao's talent.

The second problem is Wang Yao's character, as the old saying goes, seeing old since childhood, Wang Yao is considered to have grown up watching Jin Wensheng since childhood, although he didn't see it in the next few years, but this time he wanted to see it, Wang Yao did not show the indulgence and depravity after losing his relatives, but was very tenacious, and this positive spirit can also be understood as part of his character.

The other question is the real inheritance.

If Wang Yao really entered this industry, no matter how talented he was, it would be impossible to take care of the two inheritances, in order to let him study the art of storytelling with peace of mind, Jin Wensheng could only let him choose one of the two.

And it's also a test.

Xu Feng and him are two extremes, Xu Feng represents a bright future and an infinite future, while Jin Wensheng represents obscurity and diligence, and may even be in a precarious crisis.

It's a tough and easy choice.

can only look at Wang Yao's enlightenment.

After a meal, Jin Wensheng unconsciously drank up half of the two scattered white brought by Wang Yao, and Jin Wensheng, who hadn't drunk so much wine for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little dizzy and sleepy.

"I'll help you get to rest, you don't look well. Wang Yao looked at Jin Wensheng with some concern.

"It's okay, I'm old, just drink some wine and get some sleep. Jin Wensheng staggered to his feet, and also pulled Wang Yao up and walked towards the back room.

Entering Jin Wensheng's residence, Wang Yao smelled a strong fragrance of ink, and then saw the old man's bedroom, and the whole room was connected.

Except for a bed and two cabinets, it was almost piled with various books and papers.

Wang Yao checked it, there were at least a few hundred books, and there were still a lot of them on the desk by the windowsill, and there were inkstones that had not yet dried.

"I'll lie down for a while, you can take a look at it, here are some related things about storytelling, and you also know about it. Jin Wensheng smiled, then lay down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

Wang Yao helped the old man take off his shoes, and then looked around the room.

These books are all handwritten with a brush on some commentary paragraphs, as well as some analysis and the like, Wang Yao also found that the classification of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" alone is piled up in dozens of copies.

Wang Yao took out a copy and sat on the stool to read it quietly.

Reading books has become Wang Yao's habit, but compared with boring materials, these handwritten storytelling paragraphs seem to be more attractive, although many of the knowledge points in them are not the same as those in the materials, but they provide another perspective and concept to analyze the same thing.

Interesting.

This was Wang Yao's first instinct, and then he fell into it, Wang Yao has been reading books very quickly, especially those written with a brush, the number of words is relatively small, because it requires a lot of space.

Wang Yao looked at the books on the table again.

"The Experience of Performing SD Kuaishu" and "A Brief Introduction to the Art of SD Kuaishu", you can know by looking at the name, they are academic books.

Wang Yao opened the art theory, and the voice of the system sounded in his head.

"Trigger the revival mission, storytelling. ”

Wang Yao was stunned, sneaked into the revival system, and now searched around the ground, and finally found a black masonry that had just emerged in the corner.

'Revival Mission: Storytelling (Progress 0.' ’

(Task Tips: The revival task is evaluated from three aspects: personal achievement (one's own professional quality), inheritance (development data of past generations), and promotion (social influence), and there will be different rewards at each stage)

Wang Yao asked, "This task is different from ordinary tasks?"

"The revival mission is phased, and the ultimate reward will not be given unless the skill is completely revived, but there will be a phased reward. The system replied.

"Is there a penalty for not doing it?" Wang Yao asked.

"Conscience is condemned. The system replied suddenly.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, feeling that the system was really getting more and more naughty.

Exiting the revival space, Wang Yao continued to read the book.

Little by little, time slipped through the quiet room, with only the faint sound of flipping books and the old man's somewhat dull breathing.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Jin Wensheng woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the thin back of the moonlight shining in under the windowsill and reading quietly under the lamp.

Jin Wensheng blinked, and there was some inexplicable emotion in his heart.

There don't seem to be many young people who can calm down and read, especially when reading a literature on traditional folk art, which will be interesting at first glance, but after reading a few story paragraphs, it will feel boring, because the baggage and labeling in it are too similar.

This is also a key difficulty for art to keep pace with the times.

However, looking at Wang Yao's quiet reading, Jin Wensheng suddenly seemed to see hope.

Trembling and sitting up, the sound of the bed startled Wang Yao, Wang Yao put down the book and walked to the side of the bed to hand over a glass of water.

Jin was stunned when he heard this, took the water cup and drank it all in one gulp, extinguishing the heat in his throat, and was a little moved in his heart, he had not felt this kind of care for many years, which touched the heartstrings of the old man's sensuality.

"Watched it all afternoon?" Jin Wensheng's voice was still a little hoarse.

"It's funny, I forgot about the time. Wang Yao scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Do you see any doorways?" Jin Wensheng asked with a smile.

"It's catchy in rhyme and it's entertaining. Wang Yao said with a smile.