Was the bamboo book easy to sing?
Good singing.
If you have a mouth, you can sing.
This kind of art form that originated from "Shulaibao" and "Lotus Falling" was actually much simpler than some operas that required rhyme.
As long as you could enunciate your words clearly, have the right breath, and sing the same tune…To put it bluntly, as long as you put in the effort, anyone could sing well.
However, this was the difficulty.
No matter what words were written in the bamboo book, no matter how fast or slow you sang, the performer had to deliver every word clearly to the audience's ears.
He couldn't be fast, or the audience wouldn't be able to hear him clearly.
He couldn't be slow. If he was slow, it would seem like his kung fu wasn't good enough.
It was just right to let the audience listen to the set of big words as if they were listening to a story.
Moreover, some were even more professional and had to add more body parts.
Why was Gao Fengshan, Wu Shaobai's grandmaster, so powerful? This was the reason.
No matter what the old man sang, he would show off his posture as he sang. No matter what position, whether it was a general lifting his robe or a little girl shyly, he could perform it vividly for you. At the same time, the rhythm of the board in his hand was not chaotic at all.
This was really rare.
It was impossible to do it without decades of hard work.
Even Wu Shaobai couldn't do this.
Therefore, today, he chose to let Guo Degang put together the board for him, and he would sing, recite, and fight to show off his posture. He wanted everyone to have a taste of this authentic Doujinshi.
The medicine rolling knife was bright, and he tasted all the herbs first!
First, roll the bezoar and dog treasure, then roll the betel nut and muskiness!
The frankincense powder was the two sisters, and the fritillary ice had rhubarb!
Peach Blossom slept with Almond, while Erren lay on the bed!
"Sleep until midnight, Zizania latiflora leaves, bold woodpecker jumps into the wall…"
The woodpecker had just entered, and he would usually continue singing the words "Big Wind Pill, Little Wind Pill, Fatty Big Sea, Drip Round, Dog Skin Plaster Sticking Typhoid Disease"…and then it would end. There were less than 35 medicinal herbs in total. It was over.
But today was obviously different. After all, this was the first time Doujin Hall had returned, so Wu Shaobai was willing to put in some effort.
The most exciting part of Doujintang was the beginning of the story,"He sent a letter to the deer antler with a lilac, and only then did the ginseng sit in the lobby." This part was similar to the story of the ancients interrogating criminals. The actors were required to have a good posture. Each person was a big show, and it looked like an interrogation scene.
Therefore, very few people sang this song.
Singing and playing were very tiring.
However, Wu Shaobai had to show it.
His expression was dignified without anger. He followed the board like a ginseng sitting in the court
.
Sigh, the orange peel was bleeding, and the blood was splashing on the papaya!
Cassia and immature bitter orange are broken, take the apricot to prevent wind damage!
With a clap of his hand, the wooden bandit's neck was smashed into pieces! He hurriedly gulped down the cold ginger!
He only managed to beat the woodpecker to the point of pulling the messenger! He peed his pants!
He
stood in front of the table, holding a fan in his hand as a token arrow, a water and fire stick, a token flag, and so on.
Every word he said was clear to the audience. His figure was like a good actor in a troupe, and every word was so powerful.
"Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring…" The voice was like a golden
war horse. Finally, it reached the line,
"I have the heart to continue singing, but I won't be able to finish singing until tomorrow! "Finally, I wish everyone good fortune and longevity ~"
Guo Degang put away his board, and the three of them bowed together and got off the stage.
"Good…"
…
"Shao Bai, that's great." Really, this is great!"
Wu Shaobai had just come down when he heard Yue Yunpeng's voice from the crowd.
And the admiring gazes of his other friends.
They had seen and heard this with their own eyes backstage.
He listened to how this fellow disciple who had only been here for half a year conquered the audience step by step.
Everyone had to admit that this was a good job.
Including the group of old men.
Didn't you see…The audience's applause had yet to die down.
Although Mr. Guo and Mr. Yu had returned to the stage, everyone could see that the applause was for Wu Shaobai.
Therefore, after Yue Yunpeng said this, no one refuted.
Everyone could finally see clearly that
this fellow disciple really had something up his sleeves.
Wu Shaobai waved his hand and said,
"My throat is a bit dry. I'll go drink some water first."”
With that, he cupped his hands and walked backstage to take the cup from Wang Hui.
"How is it? Isn't it satisfying?"
Hearing her words, Wu Shaobai smiled and nodded
.”
Indeed, he felt extremely happy.
This kind of satisfying feeling was really not something that ordinary things could compare to.
Everyone had vanity, and he thought that he was already in his thirties or forties and did not care about this aspect. However, after the performance just now, he realized that
he really liked this art.
Looking at the smiling faces of the audience and the cheers in their ears…
it was so comfortable! Was the bamboo book easy to sing?
Good singing.
If you have a mouth, you can sing.
This kind of art form that originated from "Shulaibao" and "Lotus Falling" was actually much simpler than some operas that required rhyme.
As long as you could enunciate your words clearly, have the right breath, and sing the same tune…To put it bluntly, as long as you put in the effort, anyone could sing well.
However, this was the difficulty.
No matter what words were written in the bamboo book, no matter how fast or slow you sang, the performer had to deliver every word clearly to the audience's ears.
He couldn't be fast, or the audience wouldn't be able to hear him clearly.
He couldn't be slow. If he was slow, it would seem like his kung fu wasn't good enough.
It was just right to let the audience listen to the set of big words as if they were listening to a story.
Moreover, some were even more professional and had to add more body parts.
Why was Gao Fengshan, Wu Shaobai's grandmaster, so powerful? This was the reason.
No matter what the old man sang, he would show off his posture as he sang. No matter what position, whether it was a general lifting his robe or a little girl shyly, he could perform it vividly for you. At the same time, the rhythm of the board in his hand was not chaotic at all.
This was really rare.
It was impossible to do it without decades of hard work.
Even Wu Shaobai couldn't do this.
Therefore, today, he chose to let Guo Degang put together the board for him, and he would sing, recite, and fight to show off his posture. He wanted everyone to have a taste of this authentic Doujinshi.
The medicine rolling knife was bright, and he tasted all the herbs first!
First, roll the bezoar and dog treasure, then roll the betel nut and muskiness!
The frankincense powder was the two sisters, and the fritillary ice had rhubarb!
Peach Blossom slept with Almond, while Erren lay on the bed!
"Sleep until midnight, Zizania latiflora leaves, bold woodpecker jumps into the wall…"
The woodpecker had just entered, and he would usually continue singing the words "Big Wind Pill, Little Wind Pill, Fatty Big Sea, Drip Round, Dog Skin Plaster Sticking Typhoid Disease"…and then it would end. There were less than 35 medicinal herbs in total. It was over.
But today was obviously different. After all, this was the first time Doujin Hall had returned, so Wu Shaobai was willing to put in some effort.
The most exciting part of Doujintang was the beginning of the story,"He sent a letter to the deer antler with a lilac, and only then did the ginseng sit in the lobby." This part was similar to the story of the ancients interrogating criminals. The actors were required to have a good posture. Each person was a big show, and it looked like an interrogation scene.
Therefore, very few people sang this song.
Singing and playing were very tiring.
However, Wu Shaobai had to show it.
His expression was dignified without anger. He followed the board like a ginseng sitting in the court
.
Sigh, the orange peel was bleeding, and the blood was splashing on the papaya!
Cassia and immature bitter orange are broken, take the apricot to prevent wind damage!
With a clap of his hand, the wooden bandit's neck was smashed into pieces! He hurriedly gulped down the cold ginger!
He only managed to beat the woodpecker to the point of pulling the messenger! He peed his pants!
He
stood in front of the table, holding a fan in his hand as a token arrow, a water and fire stick, a token flag, and so on.
Every word he said was clear to the audience. His figure was like a good actor in a troupe, and every word was so powerful.
"Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring…" The voice was like a golden
war horse. Finally, it reached the line,
"I have the heart to continue singing, but I won't be able to finish singing until tomorrow! "Finally, I wish everyone good fortune and longevity ~"
Guo Degang put away his board, and the three of them bowed together and got off the stage.
"Good…"
…
"Shao Bai, that's great." Really, this is great!"
Wu Shaobai had just come down when he heard Yue Yunpeng's voice from the crowd.
And the admiring gazes of his other friends.
They had seen and heard this with their own eyes backstage.
He listened to how this fellow disciple who had only been here for half a year conquered the audience step by step.
Everyone had to admit that this was a good job.
Including the group of old men.
Didn't you see…The audience's applause had yet to die down.
Although Mr. Guo and Mr. Yu had returned to the stage, everyone could see that the applause was for Wu Shaobai.
Therefore, after Yue Yunpeng said this, no one refuted.
Everyone could finally see clearly that
this fellow disciple really had something up his sleeves.
Wu Shaobai waved his hand and said,
"My throat is a bit dry. I'll go drink some water first."”
With that, he cupped his hands and walked backstage to take the cup from Wang Hui.
"How is it? Isn't it satisfying?"
Hearing her words, Wu Shaobai smiled and nodded
.”
Indeed, he felt extremely happy.
This kind of satisfying feeling was really not something that ordinary things could compare to.
Everyone had vanity, and he thought that he was already in his thirties or forties and did not care about this aspect. However, after the performance just now, he realized that
he really liked this art.
Looking at the smiling faces of the audience and the cheers in their ears…
it was so comfortable! Was the bamboo book easy to sing?
Good singing.
If you have a mouth, you can sing.
This kind of art form that originated from "Shulaibao" and "Lotus Falling" was actually much simpler than some operas that required rhyme.
As long as you could enunciate your words clearly, have the right breath, and sing the same tune…To put it bluntly, as long as you put in the effort, anyone could sing well.
However, this was the difficulty.
No matter what words were written in the bamboo book, no matter how fast or slow you sang, the performer had to deliver every word clearly to the audience's ears.
He couldn't be fast, or the audience wouldn't be able to hear him clearly.
He couldn't be slow. If he was slow, it would seem like his kung fu wasn't good enough.
It was just right to let the audience listen to the set of big words as if they were listening to a story.
Moreover, some were even more professional and had to add more body parts.
Why was Gao Fengshan, Wu Shaobai's grandmaster, so powerful? This was the reason.
No matter what the old man sang, he would show off his posture as he sang. No matter what position, whether it was a general lifting his robe or a little girl shyly, he could perform it vividly for you. At the same time, the rhythm of the board in his hand was not chaotic at all.
This was really rare.
It was impossible to do it without decades of hard work.
Even Wu Shaobai couldn't do this.
Therefore, today, he chose to let Guo Degang put together the board for him, and he would sing, recite, and fight to show off his posture. He wanted everyone to have a taste of this authentic Doujinshi.
The medicine rolling knife was bright, and he tasted all the herbs first!
First, roll the bezoar and dog treasure, then roll the betel nut and muskiness!
The frankincense powder was the two sisters, and the fritillary ice had rhubarb!
Peach Blossom slept with Almond, while Erren lay on the bed!
"Sleep until midnight, Zizania latiflora leaves, bold woodpecker jumps into the wall…"
The woodpecker had just entered, and he would usually continue singing the words "Big Wind Pill, Little Wind Pill, Fatty Big Sea, Drip Round, Dog Skin Plaster Sticking Typhoid Disease"…and then it would end. There were less than 35 medicinal herbs in total. It was over.
But today was obviously different. After all, this was the first time Doujin Hall had returned, so Wu Shaobai was willing to put in some effort.
The most exciting part of Doujintang was the beginning of the story,"He sent a letter to the deer antler with a lilac, and only then did the ginseng sit in the lobby." This part was similar to the story of the ancients interrogating criminals. The actors were required to have a good posture. Each person was a big show, and it looked like an interrogation scene.
Therefore, very few people sang this song.
Singing and playing were very tiring.
However, Wu Shaobai had to show it.
His expression was dignified without anger. He followed the board like a ginseng sitting in the court
.
Sigh, the orange peel was bleeding, and the blood was splashing on the papaya!
Cassia and immature bitter orange are broken, take the apricot to prevent wind damage!
With a clap of his hand, the wooden bandit's neck was smashed into pieces! He hurriedly gulped down the cold ginger!
He only managed to beat the woodpecker to the point of pulling the messenger! He peed his pants!
He
stood in front of the table, holding a fan in his hand as a token arrow, a water and fire stick, a token flag, and so on.
Every word he said was clear to the audience. His figure was like a good actor in a troupe, and every word was so powerful.
"Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring…" The voice was like a golden
war horse. Finally, it reached the line,
"I have the heart to continue singing, but I won't be able to finish singing until tomorrow! "Finally, I wish everyone good fortune and longevity ~"
Guo Degang put away his board, and the three of them bowed together and got off the stage.
"Good…"
…
"Shao Bai, that's great." Really, this is great!"
Wu Shaobai had just come down when he heard Yue Yunpeng's voice from the crowd.
And the admiring gazes of his other friends.
They had seen and heard this with their own eyes backstage.
He listened to how this fellow disciple who had only been here for half a year conquered the audience step by step.
Everyone had to admit that this was a good job.
Including the group of old men.
Didn't you see…The audience's applause had yet to die down.
Although Mr. Guo and Mr. Yu had returned to the stage, everyone could see that the applause was for Wu Shaobai.
Therefore, after Yue Yunpeng said this, no one refuted.
Everyone could finally see clearly that
this fellow disciple really had something up his sleeves.
Wu Shaobai waved his hand and said,
"My throat is a bit dry. I'll go drink some water first."”
With that, he cupped his hands and walked backstage to take the cup from Wang Hui.
"How is it? Isn't it satisfying?"
Hearing her words, Wu Shaobai smiled and nodded
.”
Indeed, he felt extremely happy.
This kind of satisfying feeling was really not something that ordinary things could compare to.
Everyone had vanity, and he thought that he was already in his thirties or forties and did not care about this aspect. However, after the performance just now, he realized that
he really liked this art.
Looking at the smiling faces of the audience and the cheers in their ears…
it was so comfortable!
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