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4 Who among the young people these days still liked Beijing opera?

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Not only was the scene immediately so silent that a pin drop could be heard!!!

Even the bullet comments in the live broadcast room were filled with a series of question marks.

On the stage, Bai Naicheng's face, which was already covered in a thick layer of powder, turned pale.

In front of so many people, this old man was naturally referring to himself as an "ignorant child".

Bai Naicheng rolled his eyes subtly, but he remained patient and spoke gently.

"Teacher Mao, what do you mean?”

"What do you mean?" This time, Mao Qingsheng didn't show any mercy to this person." You said this is the quintessence of Chinese culture? Tell me, what kind of national essence is this!”

To be honest, after watching the program for more than an hour, he had already held back his anger!

This anger was not only directed at the contestants and judges, but also the audience and the entire program team.

Shouldn't the real national style be based on the artistic forms and elements of the traditional culture of China?

As for the national essence!

As everyone knew, China had three national treasures.

Traditional Chinese medicine, national culture, Beijing opera!

As for today's program?

It was practically a beauty pageant in the name of the country.

The Han clothing of a country with high status and etiquette was forcefully outlined by some girls.

The traditional Chinese musical instruments had become instruments to show off their skills.

As for this kid's melodramatic song…

To be honest, the old man had heard some of the so-called opera songs because he liked Beijing opera.

The standard of lyrics and singing was uneven.

There were lyrics that were hard to put together. Adding sorrow, heartbreak, and longing was the ancient style.

There were also people who pinched their throats and sang a few nondescript things in falsetto, which was called opera.

Similarly.

There were also some good works among them.

After all, the arts were still developing. Wasn't Peking opera only 300 years old?

However, no matter how good the opera was, it could not be considered a Beijing opera or an opera!

In Beijing opera, singing, reciting, acting, and fighting were just one of the forms of expression.

Besides, other than the four skills, there were also five moves in Beijing opera.

Others might not care if you described a popular song as a opera or a Beijing opera.

However, for an old man who had listened to and loved acting for his entire life, it was absolutely impossible!

When Old Master Mao Qingsheng thought about this, his expression was naturally very ugly!

As the most experienced judge on the scene, he suddenly became so angry that it shocked the staff on the scene.

Fortunately, Bai Naicheng didn't have much ability on stage.

However, he had seen a lot of variety shows and galas of all sizes.

Therefore, after a brief moment of panic, he immediately adjusted his emotions.

Facing Mao Qingsheng, who had already stood up from his seat, he still had a smile on his face.

"Teacher Mao, how is this not the quintessence of the country?

I'm wearing Noble Consort Yang's costume and singing the story of the drunken noble consort. I'm using the opera tone. I think you're biased against me?”

When Bai Naicheng said that, the audience immediately started discussing in hushed tones.

Do you have some prejudice against me?

If Bai Naicheng had been listening humbly before, then this sentence was full of gunpowder.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out!

Mao Qingsheng, who had been a Beijing Hu all his life, slammed his hand heavily on the table!

The scene immediately fell silent again.

Ignoring the pain in his bony palm, the old man trembled and immediately acted.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Bai Naicheng as she walked toward him.

"You also know that this is Noble Consort Yang's costume???

Don't dirty the people in the show when you wear this costume!!”

He left the microphone on the table!

However, the old man's words were still clearly transmitted to the scene.

It spread to the entire live broadcast room!

Millions of viewers were dumbfounded.

When an old artist was angry, he naturally had his own aura.

Even the director backstage was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to deal with such an unexpected situation.

Bai Naicheng blinked. He finally felt a little guilty as he faced the old man who was slowly walking toward him.

He murmured," No…Isn't it just a costume?”

The old man sneered and pointed at Bai Naicheng's outfit.

"Costume?

Phoenix crown, cloud shoulders, wide sleeves, wide body, jade belt, water sleeves, over the knee!

Noble Consort Yang was wearing a butterfly phoenix crown!

He used some emerald glass beads!

She was wearing a red satin embroidered with a phoenix and a female python with a peony trim!

He was holding a big bone jade bamboo small bone belt with a gold fan!

The front was a plum blossom, and the back was a plum tree!!!”

Everyone was in an uproar!

Before the old man said this, no one seemed to know that there were so many details about costumes.

Looking at Bai Naicheng's deflated expression, it was obvious that he didn't understand these things at all.

The old man didn't give Bai Naicheng a chance to retort and continued to raise his voice.

"You do know that this is the story of the drunken concubine!?

But he was drunk!

Losing favor!

Heartbroken Concubine!

That was also graceful!

Noble!

Decent!

Are you acting as Noble Consort Yang?"

Bai Naicheng was about to continue explaining.

However, the old man suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed at his nose.

He was clearly tall and thin, and his fingers were as withered as firewood, but they seemed to possess endless power.

She forced Bai Naicheng's words back into his throat.

"When the Four Great Emblem Troupes entered the capital, Beijing opera was not the quintessence of Chinese culture.

At that time, who were the opera singers singing for?

Singing for the common people was mostly child's play!

Compared to the elegant Kunqu opera, Beijing opera was not on the stage!

first class witch, second class prostitute.

Third-rate God, Fourth-rate Bang.

Liu Chui's hand with five shaved heads.

Seven actors, eight thieves, nine selling sweets!

An actress! The end of the Lower Nine Paths!

The female was also a prostitute, while the male was Long Yang!

After that, do you know how many seniors worked hard?

A three-foot stage to educate the world!

Generations of opera seniors relied on decades of hard work to train their skills.

Relying on the good show of folding and folding!

That was why Chinese opera had its current status.

Now, you shamelessly claim that this is the quintessence of the country!

She didn't have any figure or singing skills, so who was she winking at?

I really want to slap you to death!”

Bai Naicheng's face turned green and red when he heard the word 'entertainer'.

For actors like them, the word 'actress' was not a pleasant term.

Bai Naicheng had debuted for three to four years, so he knew his own standards.

To put it bluntly, he mainly relied on his face and hype.

But today was different!

Even though she was being pointed at and scolded, this song was indeed a good song.

Moreover, the audience liked his style now.

Sigh…

Don't you feel angry?

Thinking of this, the expression on his face recovered a little.

And soon, he realized.

The camera was still pointed at him.

This scene might be broadcast live if he did not counterattack.

Then, his reputation would definitely be affected.

Soon, the corners of his mouth curled up into a forced smile again as he said patiently,

"The times are developing. You said it yourself, the form of the national essence can also be changed.

Who among the youngsters nowadays still listened to babbling Peking opera!

Those were all outdated things!

Besides, did he understand?

Was that thing really nice?

If the seniors know how to change the play, why can't I use my own method to interpret the play?

Isn't my original song good???

Don't young people nowadays like performing arts like mine???”

When he said the last sentence, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted at the audience!

The audience was once again in an uproar!

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