Chapter 339
Grandmaster, Ultimate Skill
"Regarding the vocal style of imperial dramas, I have studied the essence of the Southern School of Yin Opera and created a unique 'Triple Heaven' singing method. The first level is called 'Clouds Covering the Moon,' where the voice is pressed into the throat and resonates with the abdominal cavity. The second level is called 'Golden Bell Voice,' which resonates with the chest cavity..."
Inside the room, the sounds of traditional opera singing rang out from time to time, sometimes deep and majestic, sometimes high-pitched and melodious.
In about half an hour, Zhou Sheng, under the instruction of Yu Tianheng, had initially grasped the essence of the "Triple Heaven" singing style.
This made Yu Tianheng even more alarmed. This boy's talent and foundation were even greater than Yu Zhensheng's back then.
The Yinxi lineage has truly produced a peerless genius!
He had originally planned to teach Zhou Sheng over several days, but now that he was in the mood, he simply told him everything.
"Besides the 'Three Heavens,' the singing style of imperial operas is also divided into two lines, Yin and Yang. The Yang line emphasizes the emperor's majesty and mostly uses the 'Gong mode,' but it will insert unstable 'bianzhi notes' into key words, such as the three words 'deceive me' in Emperor Xian of Han's 'Xiaoyaojin'..."
For the entire afternoon, Yu Tianheng shared his experience in playing emperors without reservation.
He had never felt so relaxed and happy teaching his apprentices.
Zhou Sheng's aptitude was truly exceptional. No matter how complex the explanations or how difficult the material was, Zhou Sheng could always quickly grasp the essence and apply it to other situations.
He only needs to talk and teach, without worrying about how much the other person has remembered, how much they have understood, or whether they have made any mistakes.
This feeling is more comfortable than ever before!
Even through Zhou Sheng's probing questions, he himself was quite inspired, and before he knew it, the teaching session had taken on a feel of peer exchange.
Yu Tianheng only stopped when the sun had set, still feeling unsatisfied.
At this point, he had taught Zhou Sheng all the essence of imperial dramas that he had painstakingly studied for decades, from singing style to body movements, hand gestures, eye movements, body techniques, and even the breathing techniques in some special lyrics, without reservation.
Zhou Sheng was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much he took out, he could quickly understand and make it his own.
They talked and sang, practiced and sang, and even though it was only an afternoon, they were already quite good at it.
Even Yao Taifeng, who was listening in, couldn't compare to this. Hongxian had already fallen asleep, her drool soaking her dress.
It is worth mentioning that Yu Zhensheng would also occasionally speak up, though not often, but always with incisive and to the point.
This left Tan Sheng, who was standing by, with extremely mixed feelings, and he looked at Zhou Sheng with even more admiration.
At this moment, the last trace of jealousy he felt towards Zhou Sheng disappeared, because when the gap between two people is too large, there is no such thing as jealousy.
When Zhou Sheng, his master, and the senior Yu talked about the play, there was no sense of awkwardness between them; their conversation flowed naturally as if they were peers.
He couldn't even understand what was being said, let alone communicate.
"It's getting late, let's call it a day."
Yu Zhensheng rubbed his stomach and laughed, "If we don't start eating soon, my stomach will start to complain."
Yu Tianheng nodded, then suddenly glared at his disciple, leaving Tan Sheng completely bewildered.
After teaching Zhou Sheng for an afternoon, he suddenly realized what kind of miserable life he had lived before.
Not only do I have to explain a single sentence in great detail, but I also have to worry about the progress and conduct repeated spot checks. I don't know how many strands of my hair have turned white from all that working.
Having a disciple like Zhou Sheng is truly enviable.
Thinking of this, he snorted coldly at Yu Zhensheng, his face extremely sour.
This guy is really lucky.
Yu Zhensheng took in the changes in his old friend's expression, but he didn't say anything. He stroked his beard, barely able to suppress the smile on his face.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Sheng was still immersed in the play, his fingers gesturing in the air. "Danshan, you have now mastered the essence of the North and South branches of Yin Opera, but these are, after all, the things of our predecessors. A true master must forge his own path."
Yu Zhensheng's eyes flashed, and he spoke up to remind him.
My apprentice is a prodigy, a piece of unparalleled rough jade. But precisely because of this, I must pay even more attention to the few strokes of external "carving".
It should be understood that the more extraordinary a person is, the harder it is to make amends once they go astray.
Because even if they take the wrong path, they can go very far and deep.
Yu Tianheng nodded in agreement, saying, "That old man is right. He inherited the Northern School of Yin Opera and created the unique skill of Guan Gong's Dharma Image, while I inherited the Southern School of Yin Opera and created the Emperor Opera."
"At such a young age, you have already mastered the true teachings of both the North and the South. Given time, you will be able to integrate all the knowledge and skills of the North and South and create your own unique Yin-Yang techniques."
"Only then will you be a true master of Yin-Yang magic, a leading figure who can establish his own school."
Upon hearing the two elders' words, Zhou Sheng felt a surge of emotion.
The master of Yin-Yang magic, a pioneering figure!
Unbeknownst to him, he had already reached this point. Recalling the guidance of the old man of Niushan, he knew that after the six trials, he needed to find his own path.
A sudden realization dawned on him, as if he had glimpsed the "path" that belonged to him.
"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Senior Yu!"
Zhou Sheng bowed respectfully, performing the disciple's salute, which Yu Tianheng accepted without hesitation, and added a comment.
"If you have any questions about the imperial drama, feel free to come to me anytime."
As a master of the Southern School, he was still somewhat unsatisfied and wanted to continue exchanging ideas with Zhou Sheng.
In the days that followed, Zhou Sheng's true nature as a theater fanatic was revealed.
He was completely immersed in the exchange and integration of the northern and southern Yin Opera, often chatting with his master and Yu Tianheng for a whole night. The three of them were able to achieve such high achievements in Yin Opera, naturally they were all obsessed with the opera, and when they talked, they would forget to eat and sleep.
Sometimes, when they got too excited, the three of them would argue and even fight, tearing down and rebuilding the house repeatedly.
No matter how fierce or intense the fight was, after the argument, the three would still exchange experiences without reservation and speak frankly with each other.
Gentlemen are harmonious but different.
What moved Zhou Sheng the most was that among the three, he had the least experience in Yin Opera, but his master and Yu Tianheng were helping him intentionally or unintentionally. The core of their exchanges was often how to help him integrate and create his own unique skills.
During this period, Zhou Sheng devoted himself entirely to learning and enlightenment, almost to the point of obsession. He was meditating while walking and sitting, and would suddenly make gestures in the air with his chopsticks while eating. He would even unconsciously sway his body while sleeping...
Once, while accompanying Yaotai Feng shopping, he suddenly lost focus and stood there motionless for several hours, showing no reaction even when a torrential downpour began.
This made Yao Taifeng, who was holding an umbrella for him, both annoyed and amused.
However, she didn't complain at all. She just quietly stayed by Zhou Sheng's side, preparing meals. Even if he suddenly had an epiphany while eating, she would wait for him to wake up before reheating the cold food and serving it again.
She knew that her beloved was doing something extraordinary.
He is becoming the youngest master of Yin Opera in the world, and that unprecedented Yin Opera technique is gradually taking shape.
...(End of this chapter)