Sure enough, the boy's guess was not wrong. The other party nodded, obviously having two interests: "Why didn't there? When I was learning art with my master, I started from martial arts. In fact, even if I don't learn martial arts, I was just a general final character, and those most basic things are indispensable. Look at my granddaughter. Now I just split and train bones in a day, and I don't let her go to the ground for two hours. The substitutes in those martial arts films can be picked up by our opera troupe."

Yang Yi was overjoyed when he heard this. The old man was fooled. Then, regardless of the puzzled eyes of everyone beside him, he smiled and said with a smile: "It seems that the things left by our ancestors are still great. But what I want to say now is not this. I wonder if Mr. Chang knows that when the martial arts novels were first published, they were criticized as something that was not doing their jobs?"

"Talking nonsense? What does it mean to not do your job properly? When I followed my master and I went to the Demon City to sing opera, it was the Republic of China? There were martial arts dramas, but the martial arts dramas at that time seemed boring now. Can those pedantic pens in the 1960s and 1970s count?" Chang Hongqu glared at his eyes and said disdainfully.

Yang Yi smiled bitterly, thinking that he had forgotten that this old man was born in the 1920s, not a post-70s and 80s. He had to read historical materials to figure out some things, but they had experienced them all personally and remembered them in their hearts. So he nodded repeatedly, and shamelessly agreed: "Isn't this what those guys who claim to be decent? I don't agree with this point of view. But let's continue to talk about this martial arts drama, which was regarded as something that was unavailable for a while, isn't this wrong?"

Speaking of this, what does a boy mean? The old man has found some scent. After all, he is not a fool. Yang Yi did not say his own script but instead circled around martial arts dramas. Everyone knows that he is using his status as a martial arts drama 10 or 20 years ago to compare his script.

So the old man looked over angrily: "Okay, you don't need to say it, I know what you mean. I just want to tell me that the story of gods and ghosts is the same as the martial arts dramas in the past. Now it's not on the table, but sooner or later, I'll have to come here, right?"

"No. I don't think my book can be renamed. Even if it can, it will be ten years... No, at least twenty years later, right? I don't have any hope anyway." Yang Yi smiled and explained his meaning to the confused old man: "In fact, my seemingly innovative book will not be divided into traditional opera at all. At most, it is called modern opera or animation drama. Well, the former is too polite. Those playwrights and drama critics and some traditional intellectuals cannot agree with it, because the book is facing young people and young people, and they are not the mainstream of society."

"But whether the name can be corrected is not important, because my purpose is not to let my book steal the orthodox status of traditional Kunqu Opera, but to take advantage of the opportunity to attract more audiences and let the name of Kunqu Opera be known to more people."

Yang Yi looked at the old man with a sincere look: "It's the same role played by martial arts dramas in the 1980s. Of course, I dare not say that my book has that kind of energy. But as long as there is an opportunity to perform at some time in the future, and because of this innovative performance content and method, some audiences can be left behind. Among these audiences, even one person is really interested in Kunqu Opera, that is our victory, right?"

"In other words, you wrote these gods and ghosts just to attract more people to come and see them?"

"It's almost the same." Yang nodded and looked at the old man with a wry smile: "Teacher Chang, you really don't have to worry about the subject matter and content. As long as the performers are Kunqu makeup and Kunqu performance form, that's enough. Do you have to drive all the audience away for the sake of orthodoxy?"

Chang Hongqu pondered for no reason, then pointed to the single-player machine placed next to him: "How to use this? You can let it go and listen to me first."

The boy shook his head and had to pick up one side and press the play button. A slight sound of tape rolling out was heard, and then the sound effect sounded - "The light is shining, a city is a rugged building built by Wen Taizhen. Born from Wang Ji's palace, it is seated in the Jade Hall of the Prefect. The auspicious smoke is fragrant and the red clouds are thousands of flowers. What is the verdant smile? The eyebrows that you see are frowned. The refreshing light is filled with a cup of fragrant glutinous..."

It is not a tune that the old man is used to listening to, but with a little fresh and interesting feeling, it seems that in just a few short sentences, a woman with a look of a woman who is about to pass the fragrance of the snow on her cheeks, but she is a bit sad. This tune that is already very contrary to the singing style of the Kunqu opera actress, cannot be evaluated according to the traditional viewpoint, but it is unexpectedly meaningful. Even the old man who has always been unaware of Yang Yi's advice just frowned, but did not act like she was walking away.

Because apart from the slightly modified lyrics, the arrangement that has never been heard but unexpectedly made people immersed in it is also one of the reasons why the old man did not directly object. After arranging the famous works of Shin-minister, Kitaro, Sojiro and many other island countries such as the lyricist, the song that everyone heard at this moment was a great work arranged by Yang Yi and Lin Xi. Although it is an enemy of the nation, boys have to admit that in the pursuit of new developments and new breakthroughs in classical and traditional culture, the musicians in those island countries have done better than themselves.

China has the style of the Han and Tang dynasties, the elegance of the guqin, and the popular suona. They have been singing music for thousands of years on this fertile soil. But when the new century comes, some traditional vagueness has begun to break down in China, and the boundaries between classical and popular are so clear. On the other hand, the island countries separated by water also have "Nengle" and "Ya music" that have changed from the sound of the Han and Tang dynasties. However, in the cultural changes, the musicians of those island countries can well integrate traditions into modern and modern culture. The new Silk Road on the sea made Europeans fall in love with it. Knowing that in the distant East, some people can play masterpieces that are not as beautiful as European and American music without using piano and violin, and China, the birthplace of oriental music, fell behind.

If teachers are surpassed by students, some people may use the best-in-class person as the first step to comfort themselves, but in fact, those who have always been accustomed to standing at the highest point can really accept this role reversal?

So when "creating" these songs, Yang Yi was very relieved, but when the song was completed and the moving melody was heard, the boy was not only sad. But he also knew very clearly that this kind of sighing could not solve any problem. There are still many things waiting for him to do. As long as he works hard step by step, there will be a saying that "East" is equivalent to "Huaxia".

"The song is pretty good, but this singing method..." The old man hesitated for a long time before humming unwillingly: "It's a bit unforgiving to say that it's not a traditional water-melting singing style, but at least it can be heard that it's a traditional opera, not those love-loving things."

Yang Yi couldn't help laughing in his heart, thinking that was certain. Otherwise, I would really dare to change those traditional things without leaving any left? If the original taste was gone, then why would I have to find Lin Xi and ask the composer to contact his old friend and colleague to give this a speech? Who is the sing? The doctoral supervisor of the Magic City Opera Academy. A character who was on the Spring Festival Gala in the 1980s, even if the things that others singed were undergoing many changes, they were more in line with the aesthetic view of teenagers. But after all, the thirty or forty years of national singing skills are there, and I want to add some opera flavor to the singing. Especially if I deliberately imitate some of the lingering sounds and rhymes of Kunqu Opera, I can easily do it.

Listening to the tune that I had never heard before. Yang Yi was fascinated by all the people, and Chang Hongqu's disciples and granddaughters were also relished, but the old man only had a simple expression of surprise and appreciation, but he did not have that intoxicating expression. This is not surprising. After all, unless it is a recognized sound of nature, it is difficult for an elderly man who has developed habits in many things to change his deep-rooted preferences. The boy gathered the masters of Xinmin Music in the island country and put the song compiled by some people who have certain cultural literacy and have the ability to appreciate music, which can naturally cause a lot of response. However, for an elderly man who has been listening to small songs for the rest of his life and speaks Kunqu singing styles, it is unlikely that he will fall in love with him directly.

The experience of life is there, and the aesthetics and preferences are completely fixed, so it is already a great recognition to be able to appreciate the song "Yang Yi's".

"This song..." After listening to the new folk music song surrounded by bamboo, Chang Hongqu nodded: "It's not bad, it's easy to hear, and I believe many young people may not like those operas, but you can definitely listen to it. But I think it's not appropriate to ask our Chang family class to sing this."

"Master?" The middle-aged man standing next to him was a little anxious: "Even if you think you can't sing like this, you have to think about Xiaoke, right? You asked him to learn skills from you, saying that what the ancestors taught cannot be cut off, but you have to bear to see Xiaoke's heart as we do, and you can't find a place to sing opera?"

"Okay, needless to say, I know it." Among the people who continue the Chinese tradition, there are always special rules that have been passed down. Now that the man speaks for nothing without permission, he naturally violates the rules, which makes Chang Hongqu become dissatisfied and directly opens his mouth to scold the person.

Yang Yi's side suddenly looked at each other, and even Director Chen had a look of surprise and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Jing's mother was naturally very embarrassed about this result. She glanced at her master and couldn't help but speak to smooth things out: "Teacher, we, Director Yang, are already very sincere. Besides, he has to listen to you all the things he wants you to sing. I used to be a female actress, so I didn't think there was any big rebellious thing to change like this? At most, it's time to come, which is enough to make money for Xiaoke?"
Chapter completed!