Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 65 Mid-Autumn Festival
"If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Su Cheng didn't react for a while, and stared blankly at the old man.

It was Su Xiaoyuan who was at the side and kicked his calf, and he regained his senses.

Master Zheng picked up the rag on the table and wiped his hands, and said cheerfully, "Why, you don't want to learn?"

"I want to learn! I want to learn so much!" Su Cheng nodded quickly, his expression was full of excitement, "Master, this you..."

No charge?

It's not easy to ask, he scratched his head and could only giggle.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were overjoyed when they saw this scene, and the barrage flew up.

"Brother Su looks like a fool, haha, it's so interesting."

"It turns out that there are things that Brother Su doesn't know. Before, I saw that he was doing embroidery and micro-carving. I thought he was omnipotent."

Su Cheng glanced at the barrage, a little helpless, China's 5000-year-old traditional culture has too many treasures, how could he know it all.

Master Zheng seemed to see what he wanted to ask, but he didn't say much, but looked at Su Xiaoyuan who was at the side, and saw that she was applying lip balm with a small mirror, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

"I can't do it." The old man took advantage of the situation and sat on the bench, stretched out his hand and patted the side, signaling Su Cheng to sit down too.

"I'm old, but the things left by my ancestors are young." Master Zheng smiled and pointed at Su Xiaoyuan, "Look, young girls like these things."

Su Cheng sat on the bench, quietly listening to the old man.

The micro drone hovered above the small courtyard and captured this scene clearly.

The old man and the young man, at this moment, it seems that there is something connected between the two.

Master Zheng went on to say: "Young people these days rarely stop to learn crafts. Young man, you are very good."

"That international award is not bad."

Su Cheng looked surprised, "Master, you..."

"I don't have access to the Internet, so I can't play with that thing." Master Zheng turned around and picked up the cup from the table, took a sip of water, and said with a smile, "I've been listening to Daoist Chen talking about you for the past two days, but he's so excited."

Putting down the glass, "It doesn't make sense for us to be inferior to those foreigners after thousands of years of precipitation. Do you think it makes sense?"

"You are still young, study hard." The old man patted Su Cheng on the shoulder.

The barrage in the live broadcast room gradually calmed down, and the mood of netizens seemed a little depressed.

"I want to cry. Uncle is really dedicated to our traditional culture, but he is old and can't do it anymore."

"This scene is probably a legacy, right? The older generation leaves their hopes and expectations to the next generation."

"Brothers, our Huaxia has been spelled out from generation to generation from ancient times to the present. We must firmly catch the baton passed down from the older generation."

Su Cheng looked at the surging barrage and couldn't help but laugh when he saw that these ordinary netizens were rarely serious for a moment.

Yes.

The mission left by the older generation is still waiting for us to go on.

Blue sky, blue sea, vast starry sky, these are still waiting for us to conquer.

……

In the next two days, Su Cheng stayed on Wudang Mountain and honestly followed Master Zheng to learn various ancient methods of making cosmetics.

After learning it, he realized that it is actually quite simple to make cosmetics such as rouge and lipstick in ancient ways.

Many things can be made out of ordinary things.

During the period, I met the director of the CCTV program group once, but Su Cheng was busy learning skills, and the CCTV director was busy filming Wudang Mountain, so the two sides didn't talk much.

On this day, Su Cheng got up early, washed up, drank some porridge, and then turned on the live broadcast.

Netizens who had been waiting for a long time flocked here and sent bullet screens to say hello.

"Brother Su, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Immediately, the live broadcast room was flooded with "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival".

Su Cheng controlled the micro-drone, walked to the drying rack in the yard, and took off the white gauze hanging on it, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone."

"Brother Su, take us around Wudang Mountain today, and see what Wudang Mountain looks like during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"That's right, isn't there someone talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival in the live broadcast room before? Brother Su, take us to have a look."

Su Cheng folded the white gauze, glanced at the barrage, and saw that netizens were talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she smiled and said: "Okay, I will take you to see it later."

At this moment, Su Xiaoyuan poked her head and walked into the small courtyard. Seeing that Su Cheng was the only one, she asked curiously: "Where is Master Zheng?"

"Master went out for a walk, right?" Su Cheng glanced at the room inside and locked the door, "Do you have anything to do with master?"

Calling Master Zheng as his master is what Su Cheng meant. In his opinion, it is a matter of course for him to learn from a master.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just ask." Su Xiaoyuan waved his hand, then looked at Su Cheng again, "I'm here to find you."

"Then what, the CCTV program team is almost done filming. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival is the last party. After filming, it's time to film you and Master Zheng."

"The program team decided to shoot you first tomorrow, and I'll let you know, get ready."

When Su Cheng heard it, she became nervous immediately, "No, why so fast?"

"That's too soon?" Su Xiaoyuan exaggeratedly exclaimed: "This is already the fourth day. Originally, the program group only had three days, but now it is estimated to be a week."

"Stop talking nonsense, get ready tomorrow." After getting acquainted, she didn't take it too seriously. Before, she was spitting out Master Su, but now she threatened directly.

Su Cheng was helpless, "No, the tools I used for embroidery are still down the mountain."

Suddenly, Su Xiaoyuan was stunned.

"That's right." She looked at Su Cheng stupidly and blinked, "Then just wait, I'll ask the program team to see if the filming location can be moved to the bottom of the mountain."

With that said, he turned around and ran outside.

Su Cheng watched Su Xiaoyuan leave the Taoist temple, and took a while to look away.

"Is this enough to be a CCTV reporter?"

Shaking his head, Su Cheng controlled the drone and walked out of the Taoist temple.

"Don't care about her, let's go and see the blessing ceremony."

The netizens in the live broadcast room suddenly became excited, and the barrage surged rapidly.

Soon, he came to Zixiao Palace.

The usually quiet palace is a little more solemn and solemn today.

Dozens of Taoist priests in Taoist robes stood respectfully on both sides of the avenue leading directly to the palace, and smoke wafted from the incense burner in the center.

The constant sound of preaching and chanting, accompanied by the percussion of musical instruments, relaxes the mind.

There are many tourists around, but the order is quite good, and no one dares to make trouble.

Generally speaking, we are in awe of such gods and ghosts, and we would rather believe that they exist than believe that they do not exist.

Su Cheng tried to walk in, but there were too many people, and she couldn't squeeze in at all.

At this time, he suddenly missed Fatty Wang a little bit, his big body is really good at opening the way.

The drone had no effect. He controlled the drone and flew in for a certain distance.

Immediately.

The barrage in the live broadcast room began to tumbling crazily, and the words "blessing" filled the screen for a while.

Su Cheng stood on tiptoe and watched from behind. There was an altar at the entrance of Zixiao Palace, and there were also tourists who came forward to kneel and worship incense.

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly changed its style.

"I'm lost, brothers, my eyes seem to be blurred. Why does the Taoist priest who presides over the dharma meeting look like Taoist Chen?"

"The one upstairs, you read that right, it's Daochang Chen."

"It's not just him, you see, the one next to the altar is Daoist Zhang."

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