Look at the sky.
The non-hereditary studio was covered in warm applause from the audience.
An elegantly dressed female host walked to the center of the stage.
"Thank you, Mr. Sang, for your performance. This 'Hundred Birds Contending' has really painted a picturesque world of spring and green for us.
Today, we have invited a total of two performers for our ventriloquism show.
One of them is our legacy sect's Old Mister Sang Mu, and the other is a self-taught ventriloquist from the martial arts sect.
Next, let's enjoy the performance of this ventriloquism called 'ventriloquis', performed by Guo Huaijin.”
After hearing the host's introduction, the audience below the stage lost interest.
"Self-taught? How could such a difficult skill like ventriloquism be self-taught? Could it be that the production team had invited a charlatan!”
"Wow, this name is so perfunctory. Look at Mr. Sang, a hundred birds are contending! How imposing!"
"I don't have any expectations for this performance. It's probably just a gimmick from the production team!”
Amid the audience's impatient and dissatisfied commotion, the stage lights suddenly dimmed.
The lamps on the stage, large and small, far and near, were emitting a faint blue light.
At some point, a large white curtain had appeared on the right side of the stage.
A bright white light shone from behind the curtain, like a bright full moon, reflecting the figure behind the curtain.
The person was sitting on a chair, and there seemed to be a table in front of him.
The audience could not help but lean forward, wanting to see if the figure was tall or short, old or young.
Unfortunately, the curtain was like a screen, standing straight between the person and the audience, unable to be peeked at.
At this moment, a little boy walked up from the side screen and stood on the left side of the stage.
He was wearing a black and white Chinese outfit with an immortal crane. His expression was serious, but the baby fat on his face added a childlike charm to his seriousness.
This child was dressed up in such a grand manner and was even standing on stage. Could it be that he was going to perform?
"Could this be that ventriloquist? Such a young child, isn't this nonsense!”
"Maybe the one behind the screen is the ventriloquist? That's not right. Then why was he blocking the screen? The camera was all on this little boy!”
"To please the public with sensationalization. I can't compare to Old Mr. Sang, so I'm relying on these fancy things to make up the numbers!”
The audience below the stage had their own thoughts, but these were not things that Guo Qilin needed to care about.
He only needed to memorize the ancient prose that he had memorized these days according to his brother's pause requirements.
Guo Qilin grew up in Tianjin City with his brother in Old Red Bridge. Later, he saw the people around him perform for the audience of Guangde Tower every day. At this time, he was not afraid or nervous at all.
Moreover, his brother was accompanying him behind the screen. He was not afraid at all!
It was just that the sleeves of this Han costume were a little long and were in the way.
As Guo Qilin thought about this, he saw the hint from the staff below the stage and raised his microphone.
"There are people in the capital who are good at ventriloquism. At a banquet for guests, an eight-foot barrier was set up in the northeast corner of the hall. People who practiced oral techniques sat in the barrier, with only a table, a chair, a fan and a foot.”
Guo Qilin's voice was clear and had a hint of childishness that had yet to fade. It was very recognizable.
Along with his words, the sound of a zither came from nowhere and echoed gently on the stage, making it seem quiet and elegant.
Most of the audience below the stage were traditional art lovers specially invited by the program team. They loved to watch, listen, and learn traditional folk art.
The production team had gone through so much trouble to get them to give a better live response and enhance the effect of the show.
Therefore, at this moment, this group of audience members who were more cultured than ordinary people could hear the origin of this ancient text.
"Yo, this is from that text, right? I remember learning it in junior high or high school!”
"I remember that the ancient text was called 'ventriloquis'! So the name of this show wasn't randomly given!”
"There are people who are good at ventriloquism in the capital! I'll never forget this sentence in my life! However, he didn't know how this ventriloquist would present this ancient text.”
Guo Qilin's voice continued amidst the audience's discussion.
"Everyone, please sit. After a while, he heard a ruler stroke in the barrier.”
As soon as Guo Qilin finished speaking, the audience heard a loud bang on the table. They were shocked, but they unconsciously cast their eyes on the person sitting behind the screen.
It turned out that these two people were actually going to cooperate with each other to complete this performance!
"Everyone is silent, no one dares to make a noise. I can hear the barking of dogs in the alley."
Just as the audience was silent, the shadow behind the screen moved.
He raised a hand and made a gesture of calling out to the distance.
"Awoooo, awoooo, awoooo-awoooo! Awooo! Awooo! Awoooo!"
A few barks sounded, some deep and some sharp, some far and some near, some long and some short, making it impossible for the audience to distinguish where they came from.
However, this was clearly coming from a very faraway place, because they clearly heard an ethereal echo!
At this point, many of the audience members understood the reason for the dance design.
The two people on the stage actually wanted to replicate the ancient text of " ventriloquism "!
There is a man in the capital who is good at ventriloquism!
At this moment!
At this moment!
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