Liang Bolong said: "I was originally from a very conceited person. I lived a very down-and-out life in this generation. Although I gave up the idea of ​​fame and fame, I felt a sense of resentment in my heart. I began to yearn for swords and heroism. Therefore, I made many friends in the world. But everyone didn't eat, drink, and wander around and lose their family. Later, I often wrote some grievances in the boudoir to sing for the opera troupe to express my feelings. It was actually a heroic spirit and a helpless act. I didn't expect to write

The opera has made a name for himself. In fact, I still despise this industry. I feel that I am not a mess and a sound. After so many years, the years have passed and the ambitions are not renewed. It seems that I can see through everything. I heard Mr. Qin’s life. I realized that I was still circling in complaints and helplessness. Living like this is still alive. Even though I live, I still die." At this time, the wine and food were served. He carried a pot to fill everyone with wine.

Chang Sihao thought that elegance such as fencing and having fun and chanting articles was mostly rumored. He could tell his own decay, which shows his true feelings. He felt more fond of Liang Bolong. He comforted him and said: "Everyone has the top scorer. No matter where a good opera troupe goes, he always follows thousands of people. It is also a great skill to be able to upend all living beings. It may not be worse than other industries."

Liang Bolong smiled and said, "By the way, I have already vaguely understood this principle, but I only deceived myself and didn't really change my mind. It was not until I arranged and performed this "Qin Gonglie" and I found my own home on stage."

Chang Sihao thought: "The world is connected with each other, and even performing opera is no exception. The sentence "finding one's own family" is exactly the same as the martial arts words of Alliance Master Zheng and others. It seems that Liang Bolong is indeed touching the essence of the acting path." He nodded and attached: "Well, it is easy to repeat others, but it is difficult to find yourself."

Liang Bolong was stunned when he heard this, and fell into thinking and said, "Hey, I don't know. I thought I had found my own family. Jingnong said this. I realized that it was a bad taste. In fact, I was still repeating the other ones. I am not my teacher. I am not another actor anymore. But Mr. Qin. No matter how good or similar he performed, he was also a slang. Not me." He came out of the formation god. His face suddenly turned dark and sighed, "It turns out that I am still far from the real big actor."

Chang Sihao saw that his mind was always on the play, which was similar to when he was thinking about martial arts. He laughed and sighed: "Life is like a play. A play is life. You must play others well on the stage. You must live your own well under the stage. One act, one life, one reality, one reality, and one reality. You must remember to get into the play. Don't love the play as if you are crazy. You should lose yourself."

Liang Bolong grinded for a long time and nodded, "The opponent is talking, the opponent is talking." He came back to his senses and laughed, "I have been trapped in the plays over the years. Uriwutu, and I became self-righteous when I had a little reputation. I still don't know myself. I am ashamed and ashamed as my brothers speak clearly in a few words. My brothers have both understanding and spirituality. If I learn opera, I will definitely become a great actor who will upside down. The achievements are far above me."

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Sir, I am a rough man holding a knife handle. I don't have that ability." Liang Bolong said with constrainingly: "Yes, Brother Chang is a hero who kills enemies on the battlefield. How can I be a lowly actor? I am so speechless." Chang Sihao's knife handle originally refers to his misunderstanding when he was picking bones and dismantling meat in the army to be a chef. Seeing him misunderstanding, he hurriedly said, "Sir, the play is delicate and meticulous, pleasing to the eye, and the singing skills are even first-class. I can't do this. I really don't have confidence to learn it well. I have no intention of despising the actors. In fact, I feel that acting is very similar to martial arts. If I have the chance in the future, I should really understand it and use it to understand it."

Liang Bolong said: "How many opportunities will be there in the future? Brother Chang's words are just an excuse. How fake. So fake."

Chang Sihao said intimidatedly that he knew that he could not make a play in front of the actor. He bowed and smiled, "I'll ask you to give me some advice on how to do it now."

Liang Bolong was overjoyed. He was originally a playboy. Telling others about play is the greatest joy. He stood up and said, "Good, let's see." As he said, his knees were bent, his body was slightly sunken, and his overall elasticity was raised. He lifted his clothes with his hands and raised his shoes. He walked in the box. He walked in a fast pace. He was calm and calm. He was not overlying and tilted when he stepped. Liu Jinwu knew that if he was wearing a costume, he would be like a boat on a dry land. His upper body was still moving. His robe under his feet was like a wave, and he slid out of the water. He could best show his joy in meeting people and running away happily. He blurted out: "Good Kung Fu."

Acting and martial arts are both physical movements. Chang Sihao could see it clearly at first sight. He stood up and then followed him and only took a few steps to find the trick. He had the foundation of Tianji Step. Learning this movement was nothing more than a change in footwork. He was extremely relaxed. He walked two circles and saw Liang Bolong dumbfounded. He praised repeatedly: "I am so conscious. I am so conscious." He also showed several movements in succession. Seeing that Chang Sihao could easily learn it, he couldn't help but feel more interested. He thought about it and said, "Look at me."

He walked a few steps, adjusted his breath for more than a dozen times, slowly and calmly, turned around, and a faint smile appeared on his face. A kind of tenderness appeared in his eyes, as if a woman in the boudoir had been reading for a long time, a little tired, and a little sad. She pushed the window frame, raised her eyes and looked out the window, saw the scenery, and no scenery. A heart was still in the pages of the book. She followed her mind and returned to her mind. She was slightly pricked by the sun. She raised her hand and covered her long eyelashes. The long eyelids drooped down. The long vision dissipated. The emotion was helpless and moved by the reality. Her body was slightly whirlwind and her shoulders were loose. When she exhaled in one breath, her eyes were soft and she fell with her sleeves. It seemed that a melancholy was gently brushed away, but she was sad but not hurt. She regained the quietness and carefulness of the lady of a noble family.

In fact, it was just pushing the window and brushing the sleeves. However, it was in the same place as the expression. The scene was like a life. Especially when raising your hand to cover your forehead, the three of them saw their pupils closed, as if the sunlight was reflected in their eyes at the same time. Liu Jinwu was particularly fascinated. If it weren't for the other party's tall, strong face and beard, I was afraid that he would really treat him as someone's girl. Even so, I still felt a little admiration in my heart.

Liang Bolong smiled and said to Chang Sihao: "Let's go."

Chang Sihao stood stiff for a while, his face changed from left to right, which was extremely strange. But he couldn't do it no matter what. He bowed and laughed: "This is really not possible." Liang Bolong laughed. Liu Jinwu exclaimed: "Sir is a play. It's vivid and true. He is the best person in ancient and modern times."

Liang Bolong smiled and said, "The first person's saying is exaggerated. When you listen to the opera, you listen to the singing voice. When you look at the posture, the voice and movements are not acceptable. The voice is a talented person with a fleshy voice. That's impossible. But the movements can be crafted after all. If you want to have a good figure, you will have two things." He stopped here, raised his glass and drank. He smiled at the three of them.

Liu Jinwu scratched his ears and his cheeks. He only hoped that his glass of wine would be eaten soon. However, Liang Bolong's sip of wine was slight and he could not finish it.

Chang Sihao learned the Southern voice and said with a smile: "Sir, he is eager to kill people when he is acting. He must leave buttons when talking about operas."

Liang Bolong laughed: "This is my daughter who is in the play. She is a whisper of spring. She is a good friend today. It doesn't matter." He put the cup on the table: "In fact, it is simple to put it bluntly. First, you must learn to be ecstatic in your eyes. Second, you must learn to speak with bones. The so-called bones move and flesh loosen your body and not stiffen your eyes. The waves of your eyes flow like water." As he spoke, he pointed to a lotus. His eyes were as bright as hope. A glance made Liu Jinwu dance and cheer.

Chang Sihao slightly concentrating his eyes. He chewed the two sentences of "the eyes are in absent, the bones speak" in his heart. He walked slowly, raised his hand gently, smiled, and felt the linkage between muscles and spirit. He recalled Liang Bolong's every frown and smile just now, and all kinds of emotions. He imagined that he was a woman. Suddenly, he seemed to see Gu Siyi and approached again. He merged with her. A gentle ripples appeared in his heart. He sucked and tolerated his original masculinity. He suddenly felt a love for the world and everything in the world. Tears were involuntarily overflowing. It seemed that the butcher suddenly found compassion in a drop of blood. His mood suddenly became thrilling. His inner breath surged at the same time. Just like watching the silent play of water and Yanxiang on that day, the scene was as different when he saw Changsun Xiaochi writing calligraphy.

This inner breath is like an invisible self. It is also like a water man in the skin. He shakes and conflicts in his body, slowly boils, soaks the whole body layer by layer, and is extremely comfortable. The muscles loosen up one by one, as if they are being stewed and peeled off the bones and melted into the water. He was shocked and lazy. He wanted to raise his arms but had no strength at all. At the same time, he felt that his body was extremely loose. He lost strength in an instant. Even his eyelids were extremely heavy. He closed involuntarily. All muscles fell down like the soil soaked in the flood. In a blink of an eye, only a white skeleton stood on the ground, shaking.

Just between the sound of falling and not falling, a strong sense of heat suddenly arises under the foot, like a flow of energy, full of bones to support the body, rising up to the knees, waist and hips like a tide, and pushing along the spine to the back. When encountering two true qi that has not been transformed here, it has not been blocked, but suddenly merges with it into one. The momentum is faster. It rushes into the brain, causing his eyelids to open and his eyes to be round.

Liang Bolong and Liu Jinwu discussed acting skills. He thought he was experiencing and pondering. He did not disturb him. Chang Sihao's mind seemed to have thousands of stones plunged into the valley. It was like a roar. He saw the two of them moving their mouths, but they could not hear anything. He wanted to see if there was really only a skeleton left on his body. He closed the jaw and lifted the back of his head. He searched the skull directly down, like soup and washing bones. It was full of everything. He was indescribable and comfortable.

He hurriedly used the essence of guidance to gather his mind and look inward. The roar in his mind suddenly gradually dropped with the heat flow. He vaguely felt the sound of the bones vibrated by the internal energy. Waiting quietly. When the sound reached the spine, it was already a slight buzzing sound. When it reached the bottom of his feet, it was not heard. He comforted himself secretly. His emotions gradually calmed down. He raised his hand slightly. He was light and had flesh on his palms. He did not lose any of them. His whole body and mind went from inside to outside. Every hair was

The holes and bones seemed to be steamed by the warm and warmth. It was extremely comfortable. The words of the Alliance Leader Zheng rang out in a daze, which made him suddenly realize something. He couldn't help but feel excited. He murmured: "Love is for the vassal of falsehood. Borrow it for the vassal of self-cultivation... Whoever I think is for the sake of God. I use the spirit to be the body of all things. The body is all things; I use the body to imitate all things. Everything is me. There is no way to do it. It is me not me. I am still me." His fists tightened, and the energy spreads all over his body. His body suddenly became transparent like an explosion. His clothes bulged.
Chapter completed!