I'm not a drama god

The young man took a piece of meat into his mouth and asked with a smile:

"What? It's just your first day here, and you can't wait any longer?"

"That's not true." Chen Ling paused, "But I seem to be a little too relaxed here... I want to find something to do."

Chen Ling is telling the truth. On the one hand, he enjoys the comfort here. On the other hand, he feels that being too comfortable is a waste of time. The most important thing is that the "audience" does not want to see him so comfortable. If he continues like this , expectations should begin to decline again.

"Don't worry, I won't make your life easy as a teacher."

The young man waved his hand, "However, with your current foundation, you are still a little behind in learning the secret technique... Starting from tomorrow, you can practice basic skills with a few senior brothers and sisters."

The other senior brothers and sisters' eyes lit up and they all looked at Chen Ling, as if they were expecting something.

"Master, is it too late for me to start practicing basic skills now?" Ning Ruyu asked after considering it.

"It's not like we want him to practice to the same level as you, we just need to teach him some essentials... How much he can learn depends on his own understanding."

"That's just right. There are four of us here, and one of us can teach our junior brother one thing."

"Who will start tomorrow?"

"Start with me." Mojiao suddenly said, "Start with me."

"Okay, let's just say that tomorrow morning we will go to the fourth child's place, and then we will go to the second child in the afternoon, and then..." Before Chen Ling could say anything, the four senior brothers and sisters began to make their own arrangements. Chen Ling's schedule will be full after the meeting.

Basic skills?

Although Chen Ling was a little confused, she still nodded and accepted the arrangements of the senior brothers and sisters.

After everyone finished eating, they took their bowls and chopsticks and went back to the house to rest.

Before leaving, the young man patted Chen Ling on the shoulder, and an inexplicable aura wrapped around Chen Ling.

"My master has opened up the authority of Xi Dao Guzang to you. You can access most places here without any obstruction, but it is best not to get close to the deepest areas."

"Yes, master."

As the breath entwined, Chen Ling seemed to be able to feel the existence of the Xidao Ancient Collection. It was like a huge thing sitting in nothingness. It was only at this moment that Chen Ling realized how big this place was... almost endless. His aura stood here, like a speck of dust flickering in the starry sky.

"Is this the 'Shinto Ancient Treasure'..." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

The night is getting darker,

Chen Ling lay on the bed again, looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, and slowly closed her eyes...

He fell into a deep sleep.

Rustling——

Chen Ling had been asleep for an unknown amount of time when a slight movement came and he suddenly opened his eyes!

"Who?!"

Chen Ling quickly sat up from the bed, holding the gun in his hand like a magic trick, and the [Inquisition] was ready to activate at any time.

Starlight fell from the window, illuminating a corner of the dim room, and everything around him was empty.

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

Chen Ling looked around but found no enemy, and her brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Is it an illusion?

No, that's not right... Something must have made a sound just now.

Is it an enemy? But this is an ancient theater. What kind of enemy can sneak in here?

Chen Ling got out of bed, held a gun and checked the house vigilantly. He found nothing unusual, and then walked slowly towards the door.

He held the doorknob with one hand, took a deep breath, and opened it instantly, pointing the gun in his hand toward the door!

Huhu——

The cold evening wind swept in from outside the door, and there was no one on the empty grassland, except for the stars twinkling silently.

Chen Ling slowly put down the muzzle of the gun, her eyes seemed to have discovered something, and she lowered her head and looked at her feet...

There is a vase of flowers at the door.

On the white porcelain vase, there is a bouquet of huge and bright yellow flowers inserted diagonally, as big as a basin. The rose-like petals bloom in the dark night, exuding a faint luster, and a refreshing fragrance hits your nostrils.

The moment she saw this flower, Chen Ling was in a daze. After all, this thing didn't look like a bouquet that could grow on earth...it was full of an inexplicable sense of magic.

Chen Ling picked it up doubtfully and found that there was a small note hanging under the bouquet, gently swaying in the evening breeze, with three words written on it in crooked strokes:

--sorry(???︿???)

Chen Ling was stunned.

He glanced around and saw no one. The grassland under the night sky was deathly silent.

Chen Ling could only focus on the words "I'm sorry" again, thoughtfully:

"This is……"

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Chen Ling took the lead in arriving at Mojiao's house according to the "class schedule" arranged last night.

Before he could knock on the door, the door opened from the inside. Mojiao saw Chen Ling outside the door and smiled slightly:

"Morning, little junior brother."

"Morning, senior brother."

Chen Ling walked into the house and found that the yard had been tidied up. Leave aside the flowers, plants and trees. There were two chairs and a long table in the most conspicuous central position. Hot tea had even been brewed in advance on the table, and the tea was fragrant. Drifting gently in the wind.

Chen Ling walked to the chair and asked doubtfully: "Brother, what are we learning today?"

"In the line of opera, there are four basic skills, namely [singing], [reading], [doing] and [playing]." Mojiao put his hands behind his back, "What senior brother will teach you today is [singing]."

"【Sing】?"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment.

Chen Ling naturally knew the four basic skills of singing, reading, doing and playing. He had even seen some opera actors practicing with his own eyes, but those were preparations for singing on stage and had nothing to do with his current situation.

"Why do I need to learn these things?" Chen Ling asked doubtfully, "I don't plan to go into opera?"

Mojiao smiled, "If ordinary people practice these, it is indeed for the purpose of singing on stage, but when you embark on the divine path of opera, these basic skills will bring more than just that...

Do you know what is one of the core abilities of Xi Shen Tao? "

Chen Ling shook her head.

"Use the sense of belief in the performance to influence reality." Mojiao continued, "Both my abilities and those of senior brother are all extensions of this ability... and the sense of belief can be cultivated.

Most of the third-level skills of Xi Shen Dao are [Soul Drawing], which is to exert a part of the character's power through the sense of belief in 'acting'. Although this power is very small, it will continue to increase as the level increases... ...At the same time, we will also perfectly assume the role under the influence of a sense of belief, subconsciously imitating every move, words, deeds, demeanor, etc. Only at this step can it be regarded as 'perfect disguise'.

Once you have mastered the art of "drawing souls", once you start 'acting', it will be difficult to tell the difference.

Junior brother, although your acting skills are good, you are still far from a 'perfect disguise'. If you are someone with a very close relationship, or someone with strong observation skills, you can still be recognized at a glance. "