Author: Mu Jili

The next day, Yang Huaiyu was curled up on a wooden wooden bed in a damp and cold thatched hut, wrapped in an expensive silk quilt and sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, I heard the morning bell ringing three times in the palace, which disturbed my dreams.

There was a rustling sound beside his ears. He opened his eyes, yawned and stood up to push the door. He saw many disciples wearing plain robes emerging from hundreds of thatched huts beside him.

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They picked up the toiletries in twos and threes, scooped up Bobo Mountain spring water, dipped it in coarse salt and used willow branches to clean their mouths. They picked up a handful of cold water to wash their faces, feeling refreshed immediately.

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

There are more than two hundred slaves in the Yang Mansion.

In the mist-filled mountains in the early morning, a slim female path passed through the goose egg path and went directly to the residence of the disciples.

Behind her were many attendants, obviously of high status.

"Are you Yang Huaiyu? Come with me."

The female Taoist stood in front of Yang Huaiyu's hut and was given Taoist robes, wooden basins, Taoist books and other necessary things. She also ordered Yang Huaiyu to dress neatly and put on her crown before coming out.

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

He bowed his hands politely and thoughtfully: "Huaiyu has met Empress Zixuan."

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

The group walked through the mountain steps and entered the mountain gate and the palace view.

Yang Huaiyu felt uneasy, wondering whether he could practice immortality today.

What techniques will the master teach him?

What he most wanted to learn was to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist. Every time he saw his master coming and going, he was filled with envy and thought that he could transcend the world.

While thinking wildly, he saw Empress Zixuan stopping in the square of the inner courtyard.

In the square, the noisy crowds crowded together, barely maintaining a few distinct formations.

Among them were men and women, including handsome young men, graceful scholars, gentle Confucian businessmen, noble soldiers, as well as ladies from wealthy families, jaspers from small families, ladies next door and mature beauties.

"Who are they?" Yang Huaiyu asked curiously.

"Extras." Zixuan replied briefly to him.

"Extras...actors?" He chewed on the word, trying to figure out its meaning.

Before he could think about it for too long, he heard the crowd making a noise.

"Daozi!"

"Your Highness Daozi!"

"Ah - it's Daozi!"

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

They had just arrived and had to go through many obstacles before being selected to star in this drama, but they didn't even know what they were going to do.

Zhang Yuqing stood on the auspicious clouds, raised his hands slightly and pressed down, and the noise of the crowd gradually calmed down.

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

Extras are also actors.

Zhang Yuqing thinks so.

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

For this reason, Lu Liang came in handy again.

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

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

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

"That doesn't really make sense." Lu Liang shook his head slowly, denying this man's outrageous remarks.

After thinking for a while, he turned around and cupped his hands to the bored Solanum beside him, and said with a smile: "Ms. Madam, the Director of Evangelism, how about you set an example for all the disciples?"

"Okay, okay!"

Nightshade did not reject the words and stood quietly in front of the crowd.

Lu Liang calmed down his emotions, and said in a long and sentimental tone: "Her character is the legitimate daughter of a wealthy businessman, born into a wealthy family, and sentimental."

"Ever since she was sixteen years old, she has fallen in love with her childhood sweetheart. Unfortunately, that person failed the imperial examination. In order to serve the country, she decided to join the army."

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

"Today is the night of flowers and candles in her bridal chamber, and endless sorrow surges into my heart..."

After Nightshade had brewed her feelings for a while, she put her chin in her hands and looked up into the sky, as if she was staring at the non-existent bright moon.

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

Tears fell to the ground, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Here, why is Empress Nightshade crying?"

"Are you really crying? Is this question too difficult?!"

Lu Liang dusted off his fly whisk impatiently, glared at everyone, and made a gesture of silence.

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

Here, it is appropriate for the character played by Solanum Solanum to cry.

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

Generally speaking, when actors express an emotion, they use body language more than actually making an expression that is realistic.

Because the stage and the stage are too far apart, no matter how vivid the expression on your face is, the audience will not be able to see it. You must use exaggerated body language to convey different emotional levels.

They were also used to this kind of performance, which is why when they saw Solanum soda motionless and shedding tears, they mistakenly thought that she was not acting, but that she was really crying.

Now that I have woken up, I realize that this is already the situation in the play.

This drama seems to place more emphasis on ‘authenticity’?

Lu Liang looked at the contemplative expressions on everyone's faces and said loudly: "Everyone should be enlightened. The drama in my teaching does not need to be decorated with any exaggerated movements, nor does it use awkward vocabulary to narrate dialogues.

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"You only need to use the simplest and most concise movements to perform. It is best to make the illiterate people understand what you are doing."

Hearing this, everyone whispered among themselves.

"Do you want to do this? Then everyone can watch the show I'm waiting for?"

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

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

"Shh, this must be reserved for the famous actors. We are just... extras. The so-called crowd means that there is strength in numbers."

The extras were talking a lot, each telling their own understanding of the drama.
Chapter completed!