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Chapter 238 Teaching to Sing

"babble……"

In the spacious interior, more than a dozen girls were exhaling and pronunciating seriously. Shen Guang was as strict as when he was back in the past as a teacher at school.

Aunt Gongsun looked at her side, feeling unrestrained in satisfaction. Everyone can say that this Shen is a gift to everyone and never hides her own selfishness. Especially since his teaching his disciples endlessly, she was amazed.

I originally thought that Mr. Shen was good at singing, but I didn't expect that my attainments were so profound. Mrs. Gongsun had invited Xu Hezi to teach these disciples before. Unfortunately, although Mr. Xu Hezi was the best singer in the world, he was not a good teacher. In the words of Mr. Shen, he was God's food, so mortals should not think of comparing with him.

However, the young Shen family trained her disciples. In just over half a month, they seemed to have opened up their minds in singing, and they all made great progress and were reborn.

Next to Mrs. Gongsun, more than a dozen actors from the Liyuan looked at the girls who were personally taught by Shen, wishing they could replace them.

They only came for seven days, but they learned much more than they had in their past ten or twenty or even their entire lives.

For example, when practicing deep breathing, slow breathing and long sounds, and practicing supplementing and severing sounds, Shen, everyone will definitely explain the principles thoroughly. The upper chest breathing, abdominal breathing, and then the chest and abdominal breathing are all from shallow to deep and clear to them. They also draw pictures to distinguish the various uses of lip, tongue, chest cavity and other pronunciation organs, and only make them obsessed with listening to the lecture.

In the eyes of these top actors in the Pear Garden, Chen Guang has long surpassed Li Guinian and others. Even if he calls him the saint of music in the world, it is not only because of the knowledge of Shen’s music, but also because he has a broad mind and can teach what he has learned from outsiders.

Those old actors asked themselves that they would hide their hands when they taught their disciples, and would not spread them until they died. However, at a young age, Shen taught them all their lives to them with all their hearts and utmost strength, which really made them feel ashamed.

In the past two days, the oldest actors were willing to worship Chen Guang as their teacher, but all of them were rejected by Chen Guang. Chen Guang felt that he was just spreading the knowledge learned in later generations in this era, which did not mean that his ability could really be the teacher of these top musicians in the Tang Dynasty.

But the more he did this, the more he got the admiration of these actors in the Pear Garden. He only felt that he was humble. In the past two days, even the actors and musicians who were over 50 years old began to regard themselves as lackeys under his disciples.

"If you can't hold on, don't hold on. I have said many times that if you want to practice your breath well, you need to proceed step by step, and you cannot do it overnight."

The willow branches in Chen Guang's hand gently hit the girl whose voice had been deformed but still desperately held on. The voice was extremely stern. This old lady Gongsun's closed disciple was the most competitive and he must be the first in whatever he studied.

But a person's talent has its own strengths and weaknesses. Her talent in dance is beyond the reach of others. This is just the level of an ordinary person in vocal music. How can she win the first place by relying on hard work?

"You are practicing so hard, not only will it be useless, but it will not help you to make your throat worse. Don't let your talent down in dancing."

Chen Guang seemed very cold and harsh to these girls during class, but it was natural for everyone to see him. Even in the eyes of those actors, Chen Guang was not considered harsh at all. For example, when they were learning arts in the past, it was common for them to be beaten.

Although this Shen everyone explained the truth clearly, "If you want to be noble in front of others, you will suffer later." However, when you start doing it, you are still too gentle to these little girls.

When Mrs. Gongsun looked at the stubborn expression of her closed disciple, she knew that although she had listened to everyone else's words, she was still dissatisfied. It seemed that she had to beat this child well. You must know that in the past few days, she almost fought for the quota that could be attended by the audience. If this girl did not know how to respect her teachers, she might be arranged by those actors!

"Okay, everyone can rest!"

As Chen Guang said, the girls in the practice breathed a sigh of relief, then stopped and relaxed according to the way Chen Guang taught. The rest of the people also comforted the companions who were about to cry. "A Li, Master Chen is also for your own good, don't take it to your heart..."

Chen Guang had just finished the morning's practice class, and the actors listening to the side had already rushed over like wolves and tigers. They rushed to ask questions, including about composition and arrangement, as well as singing skills and vocal theories.

"Don't worry, come one by one. As long as someone can answer, you will never hide your own personal information."

With Chen Guang's light shout, the actors calmed down, lined up in front of Shen Guang like good students, starting from the older ones, and Chen Guang naturally answered one by one.

Aunt Gongsun was also listening, but she felt a little melancholy in her heart. She knew that this Shen, who devoted all her efforts to teach everyone, showed that the chance of Shen, who stayed in Chang'an City was becoming increasingly slim, and even a saint could not keep it!

Soon after half an hour passed, Chen Guang was still answering the actors' questions, and at this time the girls had already surrounded him and were also fascinated by listening carefully.

When Wang Yunxiu came, she looked at this scene with heartache. These actors and musicians were all ungrateful, and Chen Lang's voice was a little hoarse, and no one brought tea and water.

"Chen Lang, eat a bowl of soup to moisten your throat, it's not too late to talk about it."

Hearing this voice, he watched Wang Yunxiu come over on time again, and Chen Guang stopped. During the past half month, Wang Yunxiu would bring him food and soup prepared in the palace to him every noon. No matter whether it was windy or snow, it would not take any time.

Seeing the golden bowl on Wang Yunxiu's hand, everyone around woke up. Everyone in Shen had not had a rest for a moment, so they all retreated to the side in panic so that the wife of the Wang family and Shen would be alone.

"Xiu Niang, the spring cold is steep, why do you have to go back and forth? The food in Yichunyuan is not bad."

Drinking the soup in the bowl, Chen Guang thought that Wang Yunxiu would definitely arrive at Huaiyuanfang every morning and sent him to Yichunyuan before returning to the palace. He would not help but feel a little distressed when he brought the soup and food at noon.

"Chen Lang, you can't eat outside indiscriminately. Besides, you have worked so hard that you need to be nourished."

Wang Yunxiu was reluctant to let Chen Guang feel a little wronged. If Chen Guang hadn't insisted, she would have wanted to feed Chen Guang himself to drink soup!

"By the way, why didn't Anni come with you?"

"Ani suffered from a cold yesterday. Don't worry, the imperial doctor has seen it, prescribed a decoction, sweating, and it will be cured for two days."

After hearing Wang Yunxiu's words, Chen Guang felt relieved. Gongsun's Xihe sword dance was one of the best in Jianwu. Bai Aqiao must have sweated a lot during practice yesterday, and she ran away and blew the wind before she fell ill.
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