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065 Storytelling in northern Shaanxi is a big hit, the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of listening to advice (please define yourself)

All the big anchors understand this.

No matter how painful it is to pay the penalty, they must choose to live broadcast”Black Myth: Wukong: Wind Rises in the Yellow Sand”.

At this time, they give some gifts in Xu Tiantian’s live broadcast room.

They just want those fans to not forget themselves.

After all, it is difficult to live broadcast”Black Myth: Wukong” in one or two days.

……

After Xu Tiantian left the live stream, videos about”Black Myth: Wukong: Wind Rises at Dusk” began to spread like wildfire on the Internet.

After all, although the game has been released, other players cannot play it within 24 hours except for those who have received the Fire Light Black Cloud Heaven-level clearance evaluation.

Almost everyone went to watch the video~.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the most popular video at the moment is the Shaanxi-storytelling segment at the beginning of the second chapter of Wind Rises at Dusk.

The video edited separately even received hundreds of thousands of likes on the video platform.

……

At this time, in a town in northern Shaanxi, a middle-aged man was playing the sanxian in his yard.

Waves of desolate singing began to sound.

“Resting my head on the Yellow River and facing the sky, the water from northern Shaanxi comes from the mountains of northern Shaanxi”

“Singing in the small river and shouting in the big river, one voice has been roaring for five thousand years!”

The man looked intoxicated.

His singing was distant and desolate.

With a strong dialect flavor.

At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open.

A teenager walked in.

Seeing the middle-aged man playing the sanxian and singing storytelling, he shouted”Dad” and rushed to his room without looking back.

The middle-aged man who was playing and singing the storytelling was the storyteller Xiong Ying from northern Shaanxi.

Xiong Ying has been learning storytelling for thirty years.

When he was a child, he was weak and could not do heavy work.

That’s why he learned this craft. He can be regarded as having a skill. He has been singing for thirty years.

Now eating is not a problem.

However, the art of storytelling in northern Shaanxi is facing very serious problems.

Basically, those who like to listen to storytelling in northern Shaanxi are some local elderly people.

Young people have too many ways to entertain themselves.

And they all think that storytelling in northern Shaanxi is rustic and not good. So there are fewer and fewer audiences.

Xiong Ying has few opportunities to perform now.

But this is not the problem that Xiong Ying is most worried about. What he is most worried about is whether the storytelling of northern Shaanxi will be lost.

Xiong Ying has always wanted to find an apprentice.

But no one is willing to learn.

Later, Xiong Ying set his sights on his son.

Unfortunately, his son has no interest in northern Shaanxi storytelling.

After his son came back, he immediately went back to his room.

On the one hand, he has been addicted to playing games recently.

On the other hand, he may be avoiding Xiong Ying and doesn’t want to listen to his father asking him to learn northern Shaanxi storytelling.

Xiong Ying sighed and wanted to give up.

But when he thought about the storytelling he had been singing for thirty years, it might become extinct. It was such a pity.

Those singing styles always echoed in Xiong Ying’s dreams.

“Never mind, try again, if it doesn’t work, forget it.”

“Some things can’t be forced”

“Times have changed”

“Nowadays, children play games and watch videos.”

“Who still listens to storytelling?”

“If everyone doesn’t like to hear this… then there’s nothing we can do even if the inheritance is cut off.”

Xiong Ying walked into his son’s room.

At this time, his son was already sitting in front of the computer.

He opened a game called”Black Myth Wukong”.

His son had been obsessed with games for a while.

He forgot to eat and sleep to play this game.

It is said that he even got some trial qualification.

Xiong Ying didn’t understand, he just knew that his son was very happy.

In Xiong Ying’s opinion, playing games is not doing your job properly and it costs money.

No matter how his son said that this game is different, in Xiong Ying’s opinion, it is no different from other games.

After persuading him several times, there was no result.

Every time they parted unhappily.

As a result, Xiong Ying frowned when he saw his son playing games.

After seeing Xiong Ying walk into the room, a trace of impatience appeared on the young man’s face.

Before Xiong Ying could speak, the young man shouted

“Dad, how many times have I told you?”

“I really don’t want to learn storytelling from northern Shaanxi”

“What era is it now? Look, apart from the sixty- and seventy-year-old uncles in a few nearby villages, who listens to this?”

“Even if I learn it, can I make a living with it in the future?”

“Now is the era of self-media. I might as well be a game anchor instead of learning this.”

Xiong Ying was confused when he heard this.

He didn’t understand many of the things his son said.

However, storytelling is a good thing.

Not only because it is passed down by our ancestors.

But because storytelling is really nice to listen to.

Whether it is the singing style or the lyrics, it is very exciting to listen to.

In the past, young men and women, young girls and young wives, were busy all day long.

It was so beautiful to listen to a storytelling in the yard in the evening.

How come it has become an outdated thing now?

“Son, why don’t you learn a few paragraphs”

“We don’t need to make a living by telling stories”

“If you feel unhappy one day, just go to a mountain valley and yell a few times, and you will feel better.

As expected, the son waved his hand and said,”I don’t want to learn.”

“”I’ll play more games with this time, maybe I can finish Wind Rising at Dusk earlier, send out some materials, and even become famous.”

After saying this, the son focused on the computer and ignored Xiong Ying.

Xiong Ying sighed and walked out of his son’s room with his hands behind his back.

The hair on his temples became paler and his figure became more hunched.

When he arrived in the yard, Xiong Ying picked up the sanxian and plucked it a few times.

But his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn’t speak at all.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from his son’s room.

“Huangfengling, 800 miles long, was once a fertile land outside the Great Wall”

“One day, rat infestation arises out of nowhere, and the air is filled with smoke and miasma, making human beings deserted.”

The voice is desolate and distant, with a strong northern Shaanxi accent.

Xiong Ying opened her eyes.

Hmm?

This is… northern Shaanxi storytelling?

No, isn’t my son playing games?

Why is he secretly listening to northern Shaanxi storytelling?

And the lyrics of this storytelling sound fresh.

They are completely different from the lyrics Xiong Ying had learned before.

But the taste is right.

It sounds very natural.

Just like what the master had passed down. Is there any new part?

It sounds like telling a story.

Huangfengling, it seems to be in”Journey to the West”.

Northern Shaanxi storytelling does have passages related to”Journey to the West”, but Xiong Ying doesn’t remember the story of Huangfengling at all.

Xiong Ying couldn’t suppress her curiosity, and walked back to the door of her son’s room.

“Who knew that unexpected disasters would happen at any time?”

“That yellow-haired beast returns home”

“The murderer is so proud of not being killed, but the lucky star’s body remains a mystery”

“Blood turns to wind, sand turns to rain, and the ownerless cats and mice are in a mess”

“Don’t talk about success or failure, life or death, only by forcing yourself to take the right path can you have a chance.”

There was another sound of storytelling from northern Shaanxi.

This time it was clearer.

Xiong Ying was sure that the sound came from his son’s room.

Xiong Ying couldn’t help it and walked into his son’s room.

At this time, Xiong Ying’s son was more shocked than his father.

He was so scared that he stood up from the chair.

He even took two steps back.

At this time, the headless monk appeared on the computer screen, strumming the sanxian.

What he sang was the storytelling from northern Shaanxi.

Others might not be able to tell what kind of singing style it was.

But Xiong Ying’s son was too familiar with it. He had been listening to it since he was a child! He started listening to storytelling from northern Shaanxi almost since he could remember things.

It has penetrated into his bones.

But the question is, why did he hear storytelling from northern Shaanxi in”Black Myth: Wukong Wind Rises at Dusk”?

Xiong Ying’s son was not only shocked, but also very Doubt.

Obviously, he was tired of listening to this tune.

Even when he heard the old man playing the sanxian and singing in the yard, he would feel irritated.

In the end, he became numb. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But when the singing style of the storytellers in northern Shaanxi is set in the gray and desolate environment of”Black Myth: Wukong Wind Rises at Dusk”, it is so… beautiful.

He even felt that something in his body was slowly awakening.

All that appeared before his eyes were the old houses in the ravines of his hometown, the loess all over the mountains, the streams that dried up from time to time, the wild grass swept by the north wind, and some dilapidated temples and Taoist temples…

He wanted to follow the headless monk in the game and sing loudly in this vast world.

He could even hear the sound of his heart beating and his blood flowing.[]

Finally, I couldn’t help but hum along with the tune in the game.

“Blood turns to wind, sand turns to rain, and the ownerless cats and mice are in a mess”

“Don’t be irrational about success or failure, life or death, only by not forcing yourself to take the right path can you succeed”

……

What shocked him even more was that he actually sang it.

And he sang it very accurately.

The lyrics and the melody seemed to flow out of his mind naturally.

He didn’t need to imitate deliberately, he just sang it out.

After realizing this, Xiong Ying’s son was shocked.

At this time, Xiong Ying finally walked behind his son.

“Baby, this is the”Black Myth Wukong” you mentioned》？”

“How come our Shaanxi storytellers are also here?”

“It sounds quite authentic.”

Xiong Ying’s eyes were full of joy at this time.

This was the first time that he heard the sound of Shaanxi storytelling from the computer.

In the past, he thought that this thing might be trapped forever on the loess plateau of northern Shaanxi.

Until it died out and was forgotten, not many people would hear it.

But he didn’t expect that this popular game would also have Shaanxi storytelling.

Xiong Ying had never left this loess in his life, so naturally he didn’t understand how good this game was.

It was just that this singing made him feel very familiar.

It was like seeing an old friend.

He was in a particularly flexible mood.

But when talking to his son, he was still a little careful.

Xiong Ying’s son was also slightly stunned.

Scratching his head,

“It’s really fresh”

“However, it is quite appropriate to put our Northern Shaanxi storytelling in the game.”

After Xiong Ying’s son finished speaking, he seemed to remember something.

He immediately quit the game.

Then he quickly opened the video website.

0 Asking for flowers. There was almost no search.

At present, the video website is full of clips of”Black Myth: Wukong”.

And the latest and most popular one is the Northern Shaanxi storytelling of the headless monk in”Wind Rises at Dusk”.

There are dozens or hundreds of clips alone.

There are even some videos introducing Northern Shaanxi storytelling.

Xiong Ying’s son immediately clicked on one of the videos with the highest number of likes.

He immediately saw the comments and comments above.

“This music is so explosive”

“Grand Court”

“Strange, there is an indescribable taste”

“It fits in perfectly with the game environment of Wind Rises at Dusk. It looks like it grew out of the soil.”

“Isn’t this better than foreign rap?”

“Northern Shaanxi Rap”

“This damn aristocratic accent is killing me”

“This song is also excellent and has a deep meaning.”

“Easy to understand, with a folk art feel”

“Sorry, this is my first time listening to storytelling in northern Shaanxi. It is really good.”

“This is definitely a treasure of folk art.”

“A true intangible cultural heritage”

“Does anyone know if there are still people who can sing this kind of storytelling now?”

“Is this not just a part of the game? Is there a real inheritor?”

“It would be great if someone could post some authentic northern Shaanxi rap.”

“Listening to it on the way to work, it feels like traveling through time and space on an adventure”

“I wonder how many such artistic treasures are still scattered around the country.”

……

Xiong Ying saw the comments under these videos.

Her lips trembled slightly and tears flashed in the corners of her eyes.

“These people like to listen to our storytelling in northern Shaanxi.”

“I didn’t expect that young people today would also like Shaanxi storytelling”….0

“For example, the things passed down by our ancestors have been loved by people for hundreds of years. It is impossible that no one wants them all of a sudden.”

Xiong Ying’s son also nodded.

“Dad, I have an idea.”

“Haven’t you always wanted more people to hear Shaanxi storytelling?”

“So, you can sing at home and I will record the video for you.”

“Then we’ll post it online.”

Xiong Ying was a little hesitant when he heard this.

“Huh? Are you going to be on TV? No, no, my level is not good enough.”

Xiong Ying’s son immediately smiled and said,”Dad, your level is not good enough. There are not many people in this world who are qualified to sing Shaanxi storytelling.”

“I have been listening to this since I was a child. Others may not understand whether my father sings well, but don’t I know it?”

After hearing his son’s words,

Xiong Ying’s face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum.

The wrinkles on his face were full of pride.

“”Okay, I’ll listen to you and let’s record it.”

Not long after, a video of Xiong Ying’s storytelling in northern Shaanxi was uploaded to the Internet.

Not long after the video was uploaded, it had already attracted at least hundreds of thousands of views.

“Oh my god! Isn’t this the singing and storytelling of the headless monk in”Black Myth: Wukong”?”

“Ah? Someone can actually sing it?”

“Looking at the introduction, he is indeed the inheritor of the storytelling in northern Shaanxi”

“The taste is the same as in the game, and it feels more original”

“Haoting, it’s just missing something, no, it’s something extra”

“Yeah, too many heads.”

“Host, listen to me, process the video and remove the head, it will definitely go viral!”

“Nowadays, netizens dare to come up with any crazy ideas.”

“I do���I think this is a good idea. I’ll try it. It tastes absolutely right without the head.”

……

At this time, Xiong Ying and her son were holding their phones with a look of trepidation.

The recorded storytelling video was uploaded to the Internet.

Neither of them had any idea whether it would be popular or not.

But in less than an hour, the two were completely relieved.

The video went viral.

Not long after it was uploaded, it already had thousands of likes, and it was still increasing rapidly.

However, the comments under the video made Xiong Ying a little confused.

“”Son, why did this netizen ask me to remove my head? What’s the matter? My face is too ugly?”

Xiong Ying said, touching her face unconfidently.

Xiong Ying’s son couldn’t help laughing.

“Dad, how can your face be ugly?”

“Are netizens kidding?”

“They say you sing very well, but compared to the headless monk in the game, you have an extra head, and it doesn’t look like the headless monk in the game.”

“I’ll try to remove the head.”

Half an hour later, a video of Xiong Ying singing Shaanxi storytelling was uploaded to the Internet.

This time he sang the lyrics of”Black Myth: Wukong”.

The rhythm and charm were almost exactly the same as the headless monk in”Black Myth: Wukong”.

Moreover, the head of the singer Xiong Ying in the video was removed!

After the video was uploaded, netizens went crazy.

It was played hundreds of thousands of times in an instant.

The number of likes also rushed to tens of thousands in a short time.

“Good man, the main point is to listen to advice, right?”

“One dares to give advice, the other dares to listen.”

“Look at this action. Just as netizens suggested removing the head, the headless storyteller came out.”

“This time I sang the lyrics from”Black Myth: Wukong”, which was so fitting.”

“Amazing”

…indivual….