Chapter 398 Basic Skills

The young man took a piece of meat and asked with a smile:

"What? It's only the first day here, and you can't wait?"

"Not really." Chen Ling paused, "But I seem to be a little too relaxed here... I want to find something to do."

Chen Ling was telling the truth. On the one hand, he enjoyed the comfort here, but on the other hand, he felt that being too comfortable was a waste of time. Most importantly, the "audience" didn't want to see him so comfortable. If he continued like this, the expectations would start to decline again.

"Don't worry, your master won't make your life too easy."

The young man waved his hand, "However, with your current foundation, you still need to learn the secret method... Starting tomorrow, you can practice basic skills with several senior brothers and sisters."

The eyes of the other senior brothers and sisters lit up, and they all looked at Chen Ling, seeming to be looking forward to it.

"Master, is it too late for my junior brother to practice basic skills from now on?" Ning Ruyu asked carefully.

"It's not like he needs to reach the same level as you guys. Just teach him some tips... How much he can learn depends on his own understanding."

"That's perfect. There are four of us here. Each of us will teach the younger junior brother one skill."

"Who will start tomorrow?"

"Start with me." The last corner suddenly said, "Start with me."

"Okay, let's put it this way. Go to the fourth brother's place tomorrow morning, and then go to the second brother's place in the afternoon. Then..." Without waiting for Chen Ling to speak, the four senior brothers and sisters began to make their own arrangements, and soon filled Chen Ling's schedule.

Basic skills?

Although Chen Ling was a little puzzled, he still nodded and accepted the arrangements of the senior brothers and sisters.

After everyone finished eating, they took their own bowls and chopsticks back to the house to rest.

Before leaving, the boy patted Chen Ling's shoulder, and an inexplicable aura lingered on Chen Ling.

"Master has given you the rights to the Xidao Ancient Treasures. You can go through most of the places here without any obstacles, but it's better not to get close to the deepest areas."

"Yes, Master."

As the breath entangled, Chen Ling seemed to be able to feel the existence of the Xidao Ancient Treasures. It was like a huge monster sitting in the void. Until this moment, Chen Ling realized how big this place was... It was almost infinitely large. His breath standing here was like a speck of dust flickering in the starry sky.

"Is this the 'Shinto Ancient Treasures'..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

As the night deepened,

Chen Ling lay back on the bed, looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes...

He fell into a deep sleep.

Rustle---

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had slept, and a slight movement came, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

"Who?!"

Chen Ling quickly sat up from the bed, holding the gun in one hand like a magic trick, and the [Tribunal] was ready to start at any time.

Starlight fell from the window, illuminating a corner of the dim room. There was nothing around him.

[Audience expectation +1]

Chen Ling looked around, but did not find any enemy, and frowned unconsciously.

Is it an illusion?

No, that's not right...something must have made a sound just now.

Is it an enemy? But this is the ancient treasure of Xidao, what kind of enemy can sneak in here?

Chen Ling got off the bed, held the gun and checked the room vigilantly, but did not find anything unusual, and then walked slowly towards the door.

He held the door handle with one hand, took a deep breath, and opened it instantly, pointing the gun in his hand to the outside!

Huhu——

The cold evening wind rolled in from outside the door, and there was no one on the empty grassland, only the stars flickered silently.

Chen Ling slowly put down the gun, his eyes seemed to have discovered something, and looked down at his feet...

There was a vase of flowers at the door.

On the white porcelain vase, a bunch of large and bright yellow flowers, as big as a washbasin, were inserted diagonally. The rose-like petals bloomed in the dark night, exuding a faint luster, and a burst of fragrance came to the nose.

The moment Chen Ling saw the flowers, he was a little dazed. After all, this thing didn't look like a bouquet that could grow on Earth... It was full of an inexplicable sense of magic.

Chen Ling picked it up in confusion and found that under the bouquet, there was a small note hanging, swaying gently with the evening breeze, with three words written on it in crooked strokes:

——I'm sorry (???︿???)

Chen Ling was stunned.

He looked around and didn't see any figure. The grassland under the night sky was dead silent.

Chen Ling could only focus his eyes on the three words "I'm sorry" again, thinking:

"This is..."

...

The next day, early in the morning.

According to the "schedule" arranged last night, Chen Ling was the first to arrive at the door of Mojiao's house.

Before he could knock on the door, it opened from the inside. Mojiao saw Chen Ling outside the door and smiled:

"Good morning, little junior brother."

"Good morning, senior brother."

Chen Ling walked into the house and found that the yard had been cleaned up. Not to mention the flowers and trees, there were two chairs and a long table in the most conspicuous central position. Hot tea was even brewed on the table in advance, and the fragrance of tea drifted gently in the wind.

Chen Ling walked to the chair and asked in confusion: "Senior brother, what are we learning today?"

"There are four basic skills in the opera, namely [singing], [reciting], [acting], and [fighting]." Mojiao put his hands behind his back, "Today, senior brother will teach you [singing]."

"[Singing]?"

Chen Ling was stunned.

Chen Ling naturally knew the four basic skills of singing, reciting, acting and fighting. He had even seen some opera actors practicing, but those were for the purpose of performing on stage, which had nothing to do with his current situation.

"Why do you want to learn these?" Chen Ling asked in confusion, "I don't plan to perform?"

Mo Jiao smiled, "If ordinary people practice these, it is indeed for the purpose of performing on stage, but when you embark on the path of drama, these basic skills will bring more than just these...

Do you know what one of the core abilities of the path of drama is?"

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Use the sense of belief in the performance to influence reality." Mo Jiao continued, "Both my ability and the ability of the eldest brother are extensions of this ability... and the sense of belief can be cultivated.

Most of the third-level skills of Xishendao are [Drawing the Soul], which is to exert part of the role's power through the sense of belief of "acting". Although this power is very small, it will continue to rise with the increase of the rank... At the same time, we will also perfectly substitute the role under the influence of the sense of belief, subconsciously imitate every move, words, deeds, and so on. Only when we reach this step can it be considered a "perfect disguise".

The Xishendao who has mastered [Drawing the Soul], once you start "acting", it will be difficult to distinguish.

Although your acting level is good, it is still far from "perfect disguise". If it is someone who is very close to you, or someone with strong observation skills, they can still recognize you at a glance."