Chapter 47-Godhood in One Battle! (Please support me!)
After Han Jiuxin finished singing, he looked at the audience below the stage and observed.
It was said that the Tianjin audience liked to listen to crosstalk wrongly, so there was no doubt that there was a small flaw in it. You sang to your heart's content on stage, but it was still up to the audience whether they bought it or not.
The venue was silent for a second, and then applause came like a tide. It was cheering and cheering.
This didn't delay anything.
The actors backstage were really worried for Han Jiuxin!
Actually, it wasn't that the audience couldn't hear it, but they were all weighing it in their hearts!
It was only right for him to sing like her. Since he wanted to learn how to sing, he would learn how to sing like her.
Han Jiuxin had imitated the song perfectly the first time he sang, and he had also let the audience see his strength.
Later on, when you learn this peddling, the audience will know that you can sing well.
Han Jiuxin's sudden display of skills, his loud voice, and his demeanor as a senior were naturally recognized by the audience.
Seeing this situation, Li Jiuchun was relieved. He glared at Han Jiuxin on the stage. As long as the two of them could see each other, it would be over.
Li Jiuchun thought to himself,'Brother, you can't be so reckless in the next round.'
It was hard to say exactly how many chapters there were in the Eight Major Divisions, but it was said that Mr. Hou Baolin could say 15 chapters after counting.
However, the old man had left it behind. His disciple had said that it would only be two times. One was Mr. Gong Yunfu selling vegetables, and the other was Mr. Jin Shaoshan selling watermelons.
Deyun House's leader, Guo Degang, had made eight rounds, but he had also made drastic changes, especially according to his early artistic experience. He mainly used claps and drama reviews, and finally came up with the background of Mr. Wang Peicheng, a senior in the folk arts world.
Li Jiuchun didn't know how many times Han Jiuxin planned to say it today.
However, reality was often full of drama. Han Jiuxin didn't even know how many times he had said it today.
When he had just transmigrated, the system had rewarded him with a maximum level crosstalk reserve.
There were so many things inside. Han Jiuxin had never looked at them seriously. These things were stored in his mind.
He might not be able to describe an old and lost joke.
However, as long as someone reminded him, he would be a slippery mountain, you know?
He thought about it, and the text of this paragraph came out.
This was only limited to the text. As for how to perform, it depended on the individual ability of the actor.
The system's products were so amazing…
When he first chose the crosstalk materials that Old Guo had compiled, Han Jiuxin had wanted to use the teacher's insights and analysis. This experience was the most valuable. In terms of the text, he might be more comprehensive than Old Guo's compilation…
Han Jiuxin knew how many times the Eight Great Divisions could be said. He had detailed texts and information on them.
This was the reason why he had trained so hard previously.
Han Jiuxin didn't think too much about it and just let it go.
In Beijing opera, Hua Lian sold chaos and watermelons, Wu Sheng sold steamed buns, pulled rickshaws, Qing Yi sold evening roses, Lao Dan sold vegetables…
After a while, he had almost reached eight.
The Tianjin audience was dumbfounded.
"Second brother, how many did he say?"
"Eight, this is the ninth.”
"Is there an actor who can say so much?”
The Tianjin audience whispered a few words and didn't dare to say anything else. They quickly listened to the stage, afraid that they would miss something.
Today really made them feel a little defeated.
It was said that the Tianjin audience knew opera, but they were unfamiliar with the things being sung on stage. They had heard them once in a while, but they were not as good as Zhou Xinfang and Zhao Lintong, who were very familiar with Peking opera.
This was incredible.
He was anxious even if he heard wrongly, and anxious even if he didn't hear wrongly!
However, the audience's emotions were different now.
It had been more than half an hour since he had finished talking about the eight major changes. The meaning of the audience was that he had not finished.
They all knew that the opening would not be anything big.
It was not easy to calm the audience down by talking about chess and matching couplets.
The opening was to pave the way for the subsequent performances.
The opening was indeed very important. It required good actors and a good program to gather the audience together. Doing this well was the main job. On this basis, winning a full house was the individual level of the actor.
It was rare for Han Jiuxin to say something like this and even mention such a big job.
The atmosphere on the stage did not feel like it was the beginning at all. It was completely as if today's commercial performance had reached the end.
On the stage, whenever Han Jiuxin sang loudly, he would shout 'good' and when he sang wrongly, he would shout twice as much!
Backstage, Yue Yunpeng's big round face was already about to collapse.
Not only was the audience listening to the program, but the actors behind the stage were also listening!
At this moment, they counted. Han Jiuxin had already said more than a dozen times. Peking opera, Pingju opera, Korean opera, large-scale opera, drumming, lotus-flower falling, there was nothing that Han Jiuxin could not say or learn.
At this moment, the actors backstage finally realized what kind of effect Han Jiuxin had had when he ran around the venue crazily and learned to sing on stage.
It was too shocking…
The three pairs of actors backstage looked at each other.
On the stage, they had already started to sell buns like Zhou Xin Fang.
Backstage, Han Jiuxin still had more!
The audience was enjoying it very much. Han Jiuxin's singing was very comfortable, and he followed the rules very well.
"Oh my, Jie sang so well. If you listen with your eyes closed, Zhou Xinfang will come alive.”
This time, no one paid attention to him. Everyone was staring at Han Jiuxin's singing.
Han Jiuxin had learned the skill of selling steamed buns twice in a row, one at Zhou Xinfang and the other at Zhao Lintong.
Both of them were from the Lin Sect. One was the founder, and the other was one of the most representative figures. Their performances each had their own characteristics. It was fine if they were separated, but it would be difficult to join them together.
Han Jiuxin was also very good at controlling his momentum. It could be said that he had learned the style of both of them.
Maximum imitation…How terrifying…
"He sang really well. When he closed his eyes, oh, Zhao Lintong..."
"Shut up, you're still alive!"
After all, he was a Tianjin audience member. He spoke like he was doing crosstalk, and it sounded so fun.
Han Jiuxin's performance was highly recognized by the Tianjin audience for being able to joke like this.
The cheers from the audience had reached the point where they could not stop the actors from performing.
Han Jiuxin had no choice but to whisper on the stage and ask the audience to lower their voices so that they could listen to him.
In the end, Han Jiuxin's bottom line was pinned on the famous drama critic, Xian Ling Hua. Once he said that his pants were sewn shut, the two of them bowed and left the stage!
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