Huaxia, Kuncheng.

As the birthplace of Kun Opera, today's Kuncheng gathers the few remaining famous masters of Chinese Kun Opera.

However, these celebrities are not here to perform or participate in some folk art promotion activities.

But I came here at the invitation of an old friend.

"Chuanxian, you asked us all the way here just to have a meal at your house?"

"Old Xiao, I heard that your apprentice has performed several times in Kyoto and Shanghai. Congratulations, you have a successor!"

"Hahaha, it's not bad, I still need to practice more!"

"My apprentice doesn't live up to expectations. He can only be a teacher in the Chinese Theater and has no future!"

"My apprentice..."

In an old residential building, a group of old men and women were eating in a slightly narrow living room.

If you put these people in the folk art world, they would all be top figures. Today, Zhou Chuanxian specially invited her here. She thought it was something big, but she didn't expect that she just had a meal at home.

After dinner, they chatted and showed off their respective apprentices.

People, when they are young, they compete with each other for money and power, and when they are old, they compete with their children.

These Kunqu opera masters are more like disciples.

Among a group of crazy followers, Zhou Chuanxian was somewhat silent, only looking down at her phone from time to time.

Everyone in the Kunqu opera world knows that she has a weird temper and has never had an apprentice. Someone kindly comforted her:

"Chuanxian, it's actually quite good without an apprentice. You don't know that my apprentice is so stupid that he can't teach me anything."

Someone immediately came over: "Old Wei, you have gone too far. Among us, your apprentice is the most powerful, and he is recognized as a new generation of famous actors!"

Lao Wei quickly explained: "I didn't mean that, Chuanxian."

Everyone else looked at Zhou Chuanxian and knew that she had a bad temper and her lack of apprentices was her weakness. It was not like she had never gotten angry about this before.

But this time Zhou Chuanxian did not have an attack. Instead, she picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. A gentle and peaceful face appeared on the screen.

Everyone was confused, but someone saw it and said, "This seems to be the singing competition between China, Japan and South Korea."

Zhou Chuanxian added: "Three Kingdoms Song Concert."

"That's right, the Three Kingdoms Song Concert. Hey, Chuanxian, how do you know that?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Zhou Chuanxian had always hated the entertainment industry and looked down on these so-called pop singers. Why did he suddenly care about singing competitions today?

Looking at the gentle and beautiful face on the TV screen, Zhou Chuanxian laughed: "Who said I don't have apprentices?"

Everyone was surprised and asked:

"Chuanxian, when did you accept a disciple?"

"Which little doll is it?"

Zhou Chuanxian looked at the TV screen and said, "Well, that's my apprentice."

"ah?"

People looked at the TV and saw the beautiful woman on the screen getting up and leaving the table, heading towards the dressing room backstage.

"Isn't this the singer? His name is Shen...what is he?"

"Shen Yao." Zhou Chuanxian said with a smile, "I just accepted a disciple."

"What?!" A group of people were surprised.

"Chuanxian, haven't you always hated people in the entertainment industry? How could you..."

"Music arts require you to practice boy's skills. Shen Yao is already in her twenties, right? How can she still practice it?"

Zhou Chuanxian laughed and said, "You will know after you take a look."

While the old people were talking, the stage darkened, and the song title appeared on the big screen:

"Chi Ling"

Then, the title of the song faded away, there was a roar, and a picture of a raging war appeared.

The background story begins.

This is a small county town called Anping. There is a theater called "Chiyuan" in the city. One of the actors is good at singing Kunqu opera and is famous far and wide.

However, the sudden war broke the tranquility of the small county.

The foreign invaders soon occupied Anping. These invaders were cruel and brutal, and asked the famous actress to sing for them, and the famous actress agreed.

That night, in the red garden, the famous actress wore a light red costume and sang the play she was best at.

The opera is beautiful on stage, but there are demons around it off stage.

The famous actress sang so movingly that the invaders were so fascinated that they put down their guns and began to drink and eat meat.

"If you are passionate and regretful, you will see an illusory scene when you look back. Who is on the other side..."

The famous actress reached the top of her singing and suddenly shouted:

"set fire!"

In an instant, the theater troupe raised torches and lit the oil-soaked stage on fire. The fire instantly flooded the entire theater.

In the light of the fire, the invaders were terrified, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, while the famous actress stood on the stage, still singing loudly.

Red Garden, all red!

The screen turned dark, and two lines of words finally appeared:

When the building collapses, the drama is not over yet.

In humble position, I have not forgotten my country!

The scene was completely silent for a while, and after a while, the audience came back to their senses.

"This, what era is this story from?"

"The clothes are so special. I have never heard of the song. Is it Chinese culture?"

"It seems to be Chinese opera, should it be Peking opera?"

"Hey, don't you see? This story seems to be about the war decades ago."

"This dress is so beautiful, I want to buy one too... Wow?!"

The audience was talking, the lights on the stage turned on, and people's eyes suddenly widened, creating the illusion that the people in the painting had come into reality.

I saw a woman standing on the stage wearing a light red costume, which was exactly the same as the famous actress in the background story just now!

The colorful feather coat and long sleeves are not as bulky as a kimono, and have a more airy and fairy-like feeling.

The woman wears a silver hairpin with a butterfly crown on her head, and her bangs turn into clouds, neatly attached to her forehead and ears. She is both gentle and dignified, yet dreamlike.

Her gentle and calm face was covered with special makeup, but she could still be seen to be Shen Yao.

"What a nice view!"

The audience let out a unanimous sigh.

At the Asian Music Forum, there are also various praises and exclamations at this moment:

"Is this the Chinese fairy?"

"How can a woman be so beautiful!"

“This dress is so pretty!”

At this time, "My sister-in-law is the most beautiful in the world" began to popularize science:

"This is a Kunqu opera costume."

"There are many types of Kunqu opera costumes, and the one worn by Shen Yao is called a round-neck pleat."

"Kun Opera is one of the oldest Chinese operas and is known as the ancestor of all operas."

"The actor in the background story just now sang one of the most famous operas in Kun Opera: The Peach Blossom Fan."

Asian netizens were stunned for a moment. For them, terms such as opera and Kunqu are too profound.

But at this moment, Shen Yao's dress was extremely attractive to them, making them want to go to China right now to see what Kun Opera is.

However, they soon discovered that Shen Yao could give them a taste of China without going to China.

On the stage, Shen Yao slowly raised her hand and lightly opened her red lips.
Chapter completed!