The next day, Yang Huaiyu was curled up on the damp and cold wooden bed of the thatched hut, wrapped in expensive silk strips, and slept soundly.

Leng Buding heard the morning bell ring three times in the palace, disturbing people's dreams.

He opened his eyes, got up with a yawn and pushed the door open, and saw many disciples dressed in plain robes coming out of the hundreds of thatched huts on his side.

They picked up the toiletries in twos and threes, scooped up the spring water of Bobo Mountain, dipped it in coarse salt, cleaned their mouths with willow branches, picked up a handful of cold water to wash their faces, and immediately refreshed.

Yang Huaiyu watched it with relish, he was born as a noble son, so he didn't have to do such chores by himself.

There were more than two hundred slaves in Yang's mansion.

In the early morning mountain mist, a slender female path passed through the cobblestone path and went straight to the residence of the disciples.

She was followed by a large number of attendants, obviously of no low status.

"You're Yang Huaiyu, right? Come with me. ”

The female Taoist stood in front of Yang Huaiyu's thatched hut, and asked people to give them Taoist robes, wooden basins, Taoist books and other things, and instructed Yang Huaiyu to dress neatly, tie up the crown and come out again.

Leaning slightly, the door of the thatched hut opened again, and the handsome young man had been transformed into a little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth.

He bowed his hand after a few weeks: "Huaiyu has seen Zixuan Niangniang." ”

Zixuan's expression did not change, and she glanced at him lightly and said, "Come with me." ”

The group walked through the mountain steps and entered the mountain gate and the palace.

Yang Huaiyu was uneasy in his heart, speculating about whether he could practice immortal art today.

What techniques will the master teach him?

What he wants to learn most is to soar through the clouds, and every time he sees his master coming and going, he is envious, and he thinks that he can be detached from the world.

Thinking wildly, he saw Zixuan Niangniang stop in the square of the inner courtyard.

In the square, the chaotic crowd crowded each other, barely maintaining a few distinct formations.

Among them, there are men and women, there are young men with clear eyebrows, graceful scholars, gentle and elegant Confucian merchants, and soldiers with lofty instruments, as well as ladies, small jasper, ladies next door and mature beauties.

"Who are they?" Yang Huaiyu inquired curiously.

"Extras." Zixuan replied to him briefly.

"Masses...... Actor? He chewed on the word, speculating on its meaning.

Before he could think about it for long, he heard the crowd stirring up.

"Michiko!"

"His Highness Daozi!"

"Ahh

Zhang Yuqing's appearance caused these people from all walks of life in Bianliang to let out bursts of exclamation.

They were new to the show, and they had to overcome many obstacles to be selected to star in the play, but they didn't even know what they were going to do.

Zhang Yuqing stood on top of the auspicious clouds, raised his hand slightly, and pressed down, and the noise of the crowd gradually quieted down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in order to make you show better acting skills, I will send someone to do some demonstrations for you, and briefly explain what the so-called extras do."

Extras, also actors.

Zhang Yuqing thinks so.

Although they may not even have a straight face in a movie, it is the countless unknown extras who create the all-important 'authenticity' atmosphere of a film.

For this reason, Lu Liang came in handy again.

He first gave these people, including Yang Huaiyu, a few crash courses for actors in an easy-to-understand way.

The content of it is basically based on the content dictated by Zhang Yuqing's words, plus his own speculation and expansion, which generally answers the difference between the role of an actor and the actor.

After a morning, everyone finally understood that there was basically no difference between this actor and the actor.

"It doesn't really fit that way." Lu Liang shook his head slowly, denying this person's violent theory.

After thinking about it, he turned around and arched his hand to the bored nightshade beside him, and said with a smile: "Director of the Mission, why don't you give an example to the sect members?" ”

"Okay, okay!"

Hearing this, Nightshade did not refuse, and stood quietly in front of the crowd.

Lu Liang precipitated some feelings, and said in a long tone with a little sentimentality: "Her character is a wealthy businesswoman, born in gold and jade leaves, and sentimental. ”

"Since she was sixteen years old, she has fallen in love with her familiar childhood sweetheart. It's a pity that that person failed the imperial examination, and in order to serve the country, he actually joined the army from Rong. ”

"Later, I heard that he died in the Liao Kingdom."

"Today, it is the night of candles in her cave room, and endless grief wells up in my heart......"

After brewing his feelings for a while, Nightshade looked up at the air with his hands on his cheeks, as if he was staring at the bright moon that did not exist.

After a while, her beautiful eyes were soaked with tears, and they swirled slightly.

Tears fell to the ground, causing everyone to exclaim.

"This, why is Nightshade Niangniang crying?"

"Really crying? Isn't this topic too difficult?! ”

Lu Liang dusted off the dust impatiently, glared at everyone angrily, and made a silent movement.

Only then did everyone realize that this was also part of the demonstration.

Here, the character played by Nightshade cries as it should be.

This made them realize the difference between actors and actors at once.

Generally speaking, when presenting an emotion, the drama uses more body language than really makes this realistic expression.

Because the stage and the stage are too far away, no matter how vivid the expression on your face is, the audience can't see it, and you must use exaggerated body language to convey different levels of emotion.

They are also accustomed to this kind of wide-open and closed performance, so when they see Nightshade motionless and shed tears, they mistakenly think that she is not acting, but is really embarrassed to cry.

Now that I have come to my senses, I know that this is already the state in the play.

This drama seems to emphasize more on 'authenticity'?

Lu Liang looked at the pondering expressions of the crowd, and then said aloud: "You should be enlightened, this drama in our religion does not need to be decorated with any exaggerated movements, nor does it need to use awkward words to tell the dialogue. ”

"You only need to perform with the most simple and concise movements, and it is better to make the illiterate people see it and understand what you are doing."

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads and ears.

"Do you do that? Wouldn't anyone be able to watch the show we were waiting for? ”

"Those powerful Confucians can accept this kind of prosaic ...... Drama? ”

"Don't you need to add some poetry to sing in?"

"Shhh, this must be reserved for everyone in the famous corner, I'm just waiting...... Extras. The so-called masses are also those who are numerous. ”

The extras were full of discussions, each talking about their own understanding of the play.

(End of chapter)