Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 203 You are so awesome, why don't you go to heaven? !

Qiao Baichuan was not fooled: "Lao Ma, you are speaking in layman's terms. According to what you say, Pingtan and Kunqu opera are both performing arts in the Wu dialect area."

"Based on Yang Hao's Pingtan skills just now, his Kunqu singing skills are definitely not bad. If I compare this with him, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"

"Besides, opera pays attention to four skills and five methods, that is, singing, doing, reciting, fighting, and hands, eyes, body, hair, and steps."

Qiao Baichuan finally found a way for himself: "If you only compare your singing skills, it is a waste of art. As a famous opera artist, I will never do such a thing that lowers my status!"

clap clap clap!
Yang Hao actually applauded, applauding: "Okay! I appreciate old Qiao, an artist of the older generation who is as strong as you!"

All the people present were dumbfounded. They looked at Yang Hao in a daze, and said to themselves that you did not take the wrong medicine. Why do you applaud Qiao Baichuan? !

In the end, Yang Hao turned around: "Since this is the case, then I must respect Lao Qiao's rigorous attitude in art."

"How about this, let's compare according to the four skills and five methods that you just said, old Qiao, and if you are afraid that Kunqu opera can't compare with me, then we can also compare Peking opera."

He finally smiled: "In this way, you don't have any nonsense, right? Let's talk about whether you dare to compare!"

Qiao Baichuan was dumbfounded when he heard that, and he looked at Yang Hao like he was looking at an oversized idiot.

Are the four skills and five methods better than each other?Kunqu Opera and Peking Opera, take my pick?Do you fucking know, this old man is a Peking Opera master who has been famous for many years!

Prince Ma was also stunned, looking at the confident Yang Hao, he just wanted to say something loudly:

Fuck, boy, you are so awesome, why don't you go to heaven? !

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiao Baichuan felt that he could no longer be cowardly, and if he was any more cowardly, he would really become a shrinking turtle.

He nodded: "Okay! Yang Hao, you asked for it yourself, don't cry when you lose later!"

After speaking, Qiao Baichuan added cautiously: "However, singing "Conquer" on your knees is really insulting, so let's bet on something else."

Yang Hao teased him: "Betting on other things? Chastity? Morality? It seems that you don't have these two things, do you?"

puff!
Qiao Baichuan vomited blood: "Fuck, how could this old man bet with you on these weird things!"

After thinking for a while, he simply raised his hands and pointed to the emerald wrench on the thumb of his left hand.

"See? My bet is this imperial green emerald finger ring. I won't say how much it is. The old horse is also an expert. You can ask him yourself."

Imperial green is the best green in jadeite, very rare and extremely valuable.

Prince Ma came to Yang Hao's side and whispered: "The old man is bullying you because you have no money. This finger ring is his favorite. It is conservatively estimated to be worth more than 500 million yuan. If it is auctioned, it may exceed [-] million yuan."

Yang Hao nodded: "Old Qiao, it's fine, since you are sincerely giving me a baby, then I will accept it reluctantly."

After finishing speaking, he went to the bathroom: "Old rules, I'll take a pee first, and we'll start when I get back."

Qiao Baichuan asked with a dark face: "Wait, you haven't made the bet yet, by the way, you don't have any money, do you?"

Yang Hao replied solemnly: "Anyway, I must win, so is there any need to make such an effort?"

puff!
Qiao Baichuan held back his old blood and said angrily: "No, this is the rule. You must put out a bet of the same value first, otherwise I can only think that you can't afford to bet!"

"All right, all right, my bet is an Aventador." Yang Hao shrugged and waved to the little monk: "Extreme sex, take him outside to inspect the goods."

Qiao Baichuan looked confused: "I want to ask Taduo? What is it? Car?"

His grandson Qiao Junhui understood, and explained to him in surprise: "The flagship super sports car owned by Lamborghini costs at least several million dollars. How can this kid afford it?!"

Qiao Baichuan frowned when he heard this, and began to wonder if he had kicked an iron board.

When Yang Hao came back, Qiao Baichuan wanted to try again, but Yang Hao went backstage without saying a word.

When he came out again, he had already changed into a simple coat, stood in the middle of the stage, and said, "Old Qiao, I'm still in a hurry, so I won't put on makeup, you can order plays now, Kunqu Opera or Peking Opera, it's up to you. "

mad!It's crazy, it's crazy!
"Okay, very good, I want to see today, how much do you weigh, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Qiao Baichuan laughed back angrily: "Then come to Kunqu opera first, and you can continue singing the opera just now."

Yang Hao didn't let him go, and stretched out his hand and said, "The one-man show is so boring, how about this, I will sing Du Liniang, and you will sing Chunxiang. Don't be afraid, you can just sing, am I kind?"

Qiao Baichuan gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's start!"

Yang Hao waved his long sleeves and spoke first.

"The silk of the clear wind blows to the courtyard, shaking the spring like a thread."

When he sang, Qiao Baichuan was stunned and stared at Yang Hao dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, once an expert stretches out his hand, he will know if it is there.

And Qiao Baichuan was very familiar with the drama "The Peony Pavilion: A Dream in the Garden".

Strictly speaking, "A Dream in the Garden" is now often divided into two parts, that is, "The Garden" sung by Yang Hao now, and "A Dream" later.

And these two fold operas are also the Kunqu Opera programs often performed by the famous Peking Opera master, Mr. Mei Lanfang.

That's right, although Mei Lanfang is famous for his Peking Opera, and is well-known all over the world, his Kunqu Opera skills are also profound.

"A Dream in the Garden" is a classic repertoire that he performed from his early years to his later years.

The role Mei Lanfang sang in the play is also the Du Liniang sung by Yang Hao now.

Back then, Mei Lanfang's Du Liniang was praised for her singing skills, appearance, and style.

Yang Hao is not wearing makeup or costumes now, so naturally he can't talk about acting up.

But in terms of singing skills and style, it is really amazing!

Especially style, it can also be said to be temperament, the young Yang Hao, at this moment on the stage, with every gesture, frown and smile, is really a top master, it is simply unimaginable!
So with such a simple comparison, Qiao Baichuan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that at least in "A Dream in the Garden", he must be inferior to Yang Hao, and far inferior.

Qiao Baichuan didn't speak for a long time, but Yang Hao started to urge him.

"Hey, Old Qiao, you are also a Peking Opera master, can you be more professional? Do you want me to play two roles?"

Qiao Baichuan was decisive, and said cheekily: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I just remembered that I specialize in old students, and female roles are not my specialty, so I still won't make a fool of myself."

Yang Hao was also impolite, and sarcastically said: "Just remembered? Hehe, why don't you just say you are dementia?"

As he said that, he didn't give Qiao Baichuan a chance to quibble, and directly flashed his sword: "I'm old, right? Okay, I'll give you an old song. I'll finish singing later, and you can repeat it for me. There is no harm if there is no comparison." Well."

Qiao Baichuan thought he had heard it wrong, and he had an incredulous expression on his face: "What? Are you going to be an old man again?"

He heard Yang Hao's danjiao singing so well just now, so he decided that Yang Hao was specialized in danjiao.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hao asked back carelessly: "Who said I was cross-dressing? Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, and Chou, I am proficient in everything, and the all-professional bully is talking about me, understand?"

puff!
Qiao Baichuan almost vomited blood and died. His thoughts at this time were the same as those of Prince Ma before: Boy, why don't you go to heaven if you are so awesome? !

(End of this chapter)