Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 77 Demonstration
The next day, Yang Huaiyu was curled up on a wooden bed in a damp and cold hut, wrapped in expensive silk strips, and slept soundly.

All of a sudden, the morning bell in the temple rang three times, disturbing people's dreams.

There was a rustling sound next to his ears, he opened his eyes, yawned and got up and pushed open the door, and saw many disciples in plain robes emerging from hundreds of thatched huts beside him. .

They picked up the washing utensils in twos and threes, scooped up Bobo mountain spring water, dipped in coarse salt, cleaned their mouths with willow branches, scooped up a handful of cold water to wash their faces, and immediately felt refreshed.

Yang Huaiyu watched it with great interest, he was born as a noble son, so he didn't need to do such trivial things by himself.

There are more than two hundred servants in Yang's mansion.

In the early morning mountain mist, a woman with a slim waist walked through the cobblestone path and went straight to the residence of the disciples.

Behind her were many attendants, obviously of high status.

"You are Yang Huaiyu, right? Follow me."

The female Taoist stood still in front of Yang Huaiyu's hut, and ordered her to give Taoist robes, wooden basins, Taoist scriptures and other things, and told Yang Huaiyu to dress neatly and put on a crown before coming out.

Leaning slightly, the door of the thatched hut was opened again, and the handsome young man had transformed into a little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth.

He bowed his hands in a courteous manner: "Huaiyu has met Empress Zixuan."

Zixuan's expression did not change, she glanced at him lightly and said: "Come with me."

A group of people walked through the steps in the mountain and entered the mountain gate, the temple.

Yang Huaiyu felt uneasy in her heart, wondering if she could practice immortal arts today.

What spells will Master teach him?

What he wants to learn most is flying the clouds and riding the fog. Every time he sees his master come and go, he is envious, and he thinks that he can also transcend the world.

Thinking wildly, she saw Empress Zixuan stopping on the square in the inner courtyard.

In the square, the chaotic crowd crowded each other, barely maintaining several well-defined formations.

Among them are men and women, handsome teenagers, handsome scholars, gentle and elegant Confucian businessmen, dignified soldiers, as well as ladies from big families, jade from a small family, ladies next door and mature women.

"Who are they?" Yang Huaiyu asked curiously.

"Extras." Zi Xuan replied briefly.

"Crowd...actor?" He chewed the word, trying to figure out what it meant.

Before he could think for too long, he heard the crowd commotion.

"Daozi!"

"His Royal Highness Daozi!"

"Ah - it's Daozi!"

Zhang Yuqing's appearance made these people from all walks of life in Bianliang burst into exclamation.

They are newcomers and have gone through many obstacles to be selected to star in this drama, but they don't even know what they are going to do.

Standing on the auspicious clouds, Zhang Yuqing slightly raised his hands and lowered them, and the commotion of the crowd gradually quieted down.

"Everyone, in order to show you better acting skills, I will send someone to give you some demonstrations, and simply explain what the so-called extras' job is."

Actors are also actors.

Zhang Yuqing thinks so.

Although they may not even have a face-to-face picture in a movie, it is the countless unknown extras who create a movie's crucial "authenticity" atmosphere.

For this reason, Luliang came in handy again.

He first gave these people, including Yang Huaiyu, a few crash course courses for actors in an easy-to-understand way.

The content in it is basically based on Zhang Yuqing's oral content, plus his own speculation and expansion, which generally explains the difference between the role of an actor and an actor for everyone.

After a whole morning, everyone finally understood that there was basically no difference between an actor and an actor.

"It doesn't fit well to say that." Lu Liang shook his head slowly, denying this man's violent remarks.

After thinking for a while, he turned around and cupped his hands to the bored Solanum nigrum beside him, and said with an apologetic smile: "Miss, the director of decree, why don't you set an example for the congregants?"

"Okay, okay!"

Solanum nigrum didn't refuse when she heard the words, and stood quietly in front of the crowd.

Lu Liang settled his feelings, and said in a long tone with a little sentimentality: "Her character is a wealthy businessman's first daughter, born with golden branches and jade leaves, and sentimental."

"Since she was 16 years old, she has fallen in love with her childhood sweetheart and playmate. It's a pity that that person failed the imperial examination. In order to serve the country, he went to join the army."

"Later, I heard that he died in the Liao Kingdom."

"Today is the wedding night in her bridal chamber, and endless grief wells up in her heart..."

Solanum nigrum gestated for a while, then looked up into the sky with her hands on her chin, as if she was staring at the bright moon that didn't exist.

Not long after, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears and swirled slightly.

Tears fell to the ground in a 'patta pata', causing everyone to exclaim.

"Here, why is Niang Niang Kui crying?"

"Are you really crying? Could it be that this topic is too difficult?!"

Lu Liang impatiently brushed off his whisk, glared at everyone, and made a silent movement.

Only then did everyone realize that this was also part of the demonstration.

Here, the character played by Solanum nigrum should be crying.

This made them suddenly realize the difference between actors and actors.

Generally speaking, when an actor expresses an emotion, he or she uses body language more than making a realistic expression.

Because the distance between the stage and the audience is too far, no matter how vivid the expression on your face is, the audience will not be able to see it. Exaggerated body language must be used to convey different emotional levels.

They are also accustomed to this kind of performance, so when they see Solanum nigrum standing still and crying, they mistakenly think that she is not acting, but really crying.

Now that I wake up, I realize that this is already the state in the play.

This drama, seems to put more emphasis on 'authenticity'?
Lu Liang saw the contemplative expressions on everyone's faces, and said loudly, "Everyone should be enlightened, the drama in my teaching doesn't need any exaggerated actions to embellish it, nor does it use awkward words to describe the dialogue. "

"You only need to use the most simple and concise movements to perform. It is best to let the illiterate people watch it and understand what you are doing."

When everyone heard the words, they whispered to each other.

"Is that the case? Wouldn't everyone be able to watch our performance?"

"Can those rich and powerful scholars accept this kind of bland...drama?"

"Don't you need to add some poems and arias?"

"Shh, this must be reserved for famous actors and actresses. I'm just waiting for... an extra. The so-called crowd is the one who has a lot of people."

The extras talked a lot, each telling their own understanding of the drama.

(End of this chapter)