Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

Chapter 172

Xiao Yang paused with both feet and pushed upward.

He drew an arc in the air, turned a circle, and landed steadily on the stage.

The lively noise under the stage just now suddenly became unusually quiet.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock.

The bullet screen in the live broadcast room also suddenly became quiet and blank.

Until half a minute later.

Thunderous applause and cheers broke out under the stage.

"Good, good, good!"

A large string of exclamation marks broke out again in the live broadcast room! ! !

There were also enthusiastic bullet screens.

—— "Awesome!"

—— "Xiao Yang is awesome!"

—— "6666, godfather, accept my respect."

Just now, Xiao Yang wore a golden mask like Sun Wukong on his face.

Leaping up, a somersault.

From the stage, flipping, jumping to the stage.

Just like the real Monkey King.

The children under the stage stared at Xiao Yang with their eyes wide open.

He shouted: "Sun Wukong!"

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven!!"

"The real Great Sage Equaling Heaven!!"

Many people who study opera can do these somersaults in the air.

It's just that there is a system to support it.

Xiao Yang is even more powerful when doing these movements.

He can jump to a height of 2 meters without any difficulty.

At this time.

Xiao Yang still has 13 masks on his face.

He stood on the stage, clenched his fists, and just waved them gently.

He didn't cover his face like he did just now.

Just see the mask on his face.

Swish~

Swish~

Swish!

It changed from blue to green again, from green to red... and kept changing.

In less than half a minute, it changed to more than a dozen colors.

His original face was revealed again.

"Amazing!"

"Amazing!!"

At some point, the old man just now was so fascinated by Xiao Yang's face-changing that he didn't care about his grandson.

He walked directly to the stage, only a few steps away from the stage.

"What's wrong, old man?"

The photographer in the stage was filming and heard the old man kept saying "amazing".

The old man handed the mobile phone in his hand to the photographer.

"Look!"

On the screen of the mobile phone, the time recorded by the old man with a stopwatch was displayed.

It showed 22 seconds.

"22 seconds? What's wrong?"

The photographer still didn't understand.

The old man laughed.

"The young master on the stage is amazing! ! Incredible! ! He can be named the current Chinese face-changing king."

The old man's words were also transmitted to the live broadcast room.

——"Fuck, I admit, I've seen face-changing many times, but no one is as fast as Xiao Yang, but to say that he is the king of face-changing in China is still too fast, right?"

——"That's right, the king of face-changing? Haha, how old is Xiao Yang? How many years has he learned? He is the king of face-changing, so who can those masters who have practiced for decades complain to?"

——"I don't quite understand, the old man is using a stopwatch on his mobile phone to calculate the time, what does this have to do with face-changing?"

The photographer was also confused.

"Old man, isn't your statement a bit exaggerated?"

The old man looked at Xiao Yang on the stage and laughed.

"The current Guinness record for Sichuan Opera face-changing is 12 faces in 24 seconds."

"But I just measured it with a stopwatch,

The young master on the stage only took 22 seconds to change 13 faces."

After hearing what the old man said.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded directly. .

——"Fuck! So fast! No wonder the camera just pointed at Xiao Yang's face and didn't find any flaws."

——"Dear netizens, let me tell you something. I just checked it online. The old man is right. The Guinness record for face-changing is 12 faces in 24 seconds. And the person who holds this record is the old man who is speaking."

——"Fuck, 6666, I'm kneeling!! They are all great masters!"

——"I heard something incredible. No wonder this old man looked at Xiao Yang with admiration and respect."

Online, everyone's discussion has not stopped.

Only the old man shouted.

"Look!"

What has this old man not seen?

Why is he so excited all of a sudden?

The cameraman quickly pointed the camera in the direction of the old man's finger.

"Amazing."

"Amazing~"

"This young master actually has this unique skill!"

The cameraman only heard the old man next to him change the way he addressed Xiao Yang.

Just now he was calling him young man, but now he is calling him Master Xiao Yang.

This is a respectful title.

"Old man, what is this?"

The photographer asked hurriedly.

The old man opened his eyes wide, and because of shock, the muscles on his face began to tremble slightly.

"Old man?"

The photographer was afraid that the old man would pout in excitement.Go over.

Pushed his body slightly with his hand.

The old man recovered and said.

"Do you see any changes in the young master's complexion?"

Listen to what the old man said.

The photographer and the audience all observed.

Although Xiao Yang's face was no longer painted.

But his face turned red at this time.

After a while, his face suddenly turned from red to pale.

Everyone took a breath as Xiao Yang's face changed.

Then Xiao Yang's face turned from white to blue.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

There were still many curious people in the audience.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also asking what was going on?

At this time, the old man spoke.

"See?"

"This is called luck face changing."

"There are only three types of face changing in Sichuan Opera that we see now: wiping the face, blowing the face, and the common pulling the face."

"But this is called luck face changing."

"This type of face changing depends on the performer to use the qigong in his body to change his face color."

"It is said that the ancients used this method to perform the fear after being relieved."

"But this luck face changing has long been lost, and this is the first time I have seen it."

After listening to the old man's explanation.

Everyone knew how powerful Xiao Yang was, and he could be said to be the well-deserved face changing king.

At this time.

The news that Xiao Yang changed his face on the kindergarten stage had already spread all over the Internet.

On Weibo hot search.

On various social platforms.

Clips of Xiao Yang's face changing are everywhere.

The capital of heaven.

In a dilapidated old courtyard.

A middle-aged man in his early 40s, surnamed Zou. He is well-known in the local Sichuan Opera circle.

He was lying on a recliner in the yard,

staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

His face was full of shock.

Xiao Yang's performance was over.

He put his mobile phone down and recalled every move of Xiao Yang.

He exclaimed.

"Awesome!"

"Really awesome!!"

He had studied Sichuan opera for decades, but he was far inferior to Xiao Yang.

But at the same time, he had a trace of sadness.

Sichuan opera seemed to have reached its end.

Now there are more and more new things.

There are almost no young people watching Sichuan opera.

Under the stage, almost all the audiences are elderly.

In their troupe, more and more people have changed their careers due to livelihood.

He didn't know how long he could last.

He also learned from the young people.

He put his face-changing video on the Internet.

But not many people watched it, and he didn't have the money to buy traffic and push it.

He shot dozens or hundreds of videos.

Under each video, only a few people commented.

It seems that this culture is really going to be extinct.

As he was thinking, he was about to fall asleep lazily.

Suddenly.

His cell phone kept ringing.

He picked it up and saw a magic sound message.

99+!!