Chapter 146 Ancient Magic In the encore performance of the day, Qi Long gave everyone a new performance: ancient magic tricks. In the past, crosstalk performers performed on the street, mingling with people from all walks of life, and learned the tricks of each trade, including magic tricks, so this is also a job in crosstalk performances. However, in the new era, new crosstalk is performed on television, street performances are becoming less and less common, and many magic tricks are no longer performed by current crosstalk performers. "Even my senior brother Guo Degang doesn't know how to do it. Why? Because this is not something I learned from my master. My master never taught me this!" Qi Long introduced. This is a deceased elder from the Jin Province Crosstalk Society. He was a layman back then, and after he stopped performing crosstalk, he passed on his skills to Qi Long. Qi Long has never changed. "Why don't you change?" "I don't have a good enough skill to fool people. I've been practicing quietly lately and have learned a little bit. I'd like to show it to you guys. I don't dare to perform it in the main show, for fear of cheating you out of your money. So I'll just perform it for you in the backstage!" "Then we are in for a treat today!" Dongqiang nodded. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect Qi Long to perform this ancient magic trick today.
Qi Long took out two sticks and said, "It's getting late, there are not many people here, the chickens are not crowing, and the dogs are not barking. Please take a look. These are two sticks. There is a small bell on each side of the top of the stick. One stick has two bells, and two sticks have four bells." First, Qi Long took out a stick and pulled the bell on it, and the bell and a string were pulled down. Then he pulled the bell on the other side, and the string that was pulled out on this side went back again. Qi Long just pulled to the left and then to the right. Dongqiang was curious at first, but gradually became listless: "Isn't this just a belt? What's the point? It's the same with belts. If you pull it too long on this side, it will be too short on this side." Qi Long nodded: "Look, if I pull one like this, you will definitely find it boring." He put the two sticks together. This time, when he pulled the bell on the left side of the left stick, the bell on the right side of the right stick went up, and the same thing went in reverse. This is quite interesting, and the audience found it new and fresh. Dongqiang was also curious at first, but soon he started looking for trouble again: "That's it? I know that there are magnets in the two bells you put together, so they stick together, and the two side wires are aligned by some means, so it becomes a larger belt, right?" He wasn't looking for trouble on purpose; it was necessary for the performance. In the past, when this kind of performance was performed on the street, there would always be someone in the audience who couldn't help but reveal the secret, pointing out what kind of mechanism your performance had. The magician will show him according to his suspicions. If someone in the theater reveals the secret, Dongqiang will act as a mouthpiece and tell Qi Long about the audience's suspicions. If not, he will be the one clamoring to reveal the secret. "Let's see what you doubt!" Qi Long separated the front ends of the two sticks and held the end of the mandarin duck stick with one hand. Pull again, still the same, pull the rope of the left stick, the rope of the right stick will be retracted, and vice versa. "It's right behind us!" an audience member couldn't help but shout. Dong Qiang slapped the table and said with a smile: "Yes, why didn't I think of it, Qi Long, there is something wrong with you later." Qi Long turned around and asked: "What's the problem at the back?" "Behind the hand!" "Behind the hand is the wrist!"
"That's right. The string is connecting the two sticks in your hands!" Seeing Qi Long getting more and more flustered, Gao Dongqiang became more and more proud and shouted aggressively. Qi Long sighed: "Look wherever you have doubts, come on!" He separated the mandarin duck sticks, holding one in each hand, and asked Dongqiang to help him pull them. The two are separated. When you pull the right bell on the right stick, the left bell on the left stick will still go down. The audience yelled, "There's a line in the middle!" "There is a line in the middle, an invisible thin line!" Dong Qiang shouted. Qi Long inserted the sticks behind his back, making him chop with his hands between the two sticks, but he only hit air. A small magic trick became more and more magical in everyone's eyes. It could even be voice-controlled. Both ropes were pulled out. Qi Long touched his nose, and the left rope went up. He touched his ear, and the right rope went up. The audience applauded, and Dongqiang looked puzzled: "What is your secret?" "Want to know?" "miss you!" "Think about it, no magician in the past would reveal his own tricks. So go backstage and get me a glass of water. After I drink the water, I'll tell you the secret!" Dongqiang quickly ran backstage, and Qi Long looked at the audience with a smile: "Let me tell you, there is a mechanism in this stick!" There is a stone attached to the rope inside the stick, and the stone holds two ropes. As long as he lifts the stick, the stone in the hollow stick will fall freely and pull the ropes back. In fact, the secret is not difficult. This old trick has long been deciphered. There were also magicians who would collect money and reveal their secrets after performing the magic tricks, so Qi Long told everyone about it. The difficulty lies in the technique and not letting people notice that you have slightly raised the stick, so when raising the stick, Qi Long always points at the line and chatters non-stop, drawing everyone's attention to the line instead of the stick, to divert attention! "I'll tell everyone about this, but not Dongqiang. I'll keep him in the dark for the rest of his life. What do you think?" "Okay!" the audience agreed immediately. Qi Long said to everyone, "I will tell you later that this is very difficult. I want to test his IQ. I will play a rhythm and ask him: How many horses are there? Please listen to my question carefully. How many horses are there? If you ask this question, there are two words, which are two horses. If I say "how many horses?" This question is three words, that is, three horses. If it is more than five words, it is difficult to count. If I say more than five words, you all answer with four words: thousands of troops and horses! Remember it?" Everyone said they remembered it. Qi Long also tested it. Now he clapped his hands and asked everyone: "How many horses?" Most of the audience said in unison: "Three horses!" At this time, Dongqiang, who had been waiting for a long time on the side stage, came on stage. He walked to the front of the table with a surprised look on his face: "I haven't been here for a while, how come Sanpi is here? What did you say that you shouldn't have said?" The audience burst into laughter. Qi Long took the water and drank it all in one gulp: "No, now that you're off the stage, I can't let the place cool down, so I'll play a little game with everyone!" "Well, now can you tell me how the trick works?" "Not yet. This trick is difficult. I have to test your IQ. Only if your IQ is good enough can I tell you the secret!" Dongqiang showed an overflowing curiosity: "Then come quickly!" Qi Long began to applaud and asked him, "How many horses are there in total?"
"What horses?" Dong Qiang asked. "There were horses running in the rhythm I played just now. Didn't you hear it?" “Who can hear this?” "The audience has heard it. Come on, audience friends, answer him: How many horses are there in total? Three, two, one!" As Qi Long counted down, everyone responded in unison: "Five horses!" "what?" "It seems that your IQ is not good enough, let's go!" Qi Long stepped down, and Dong Qiang quickly pulled him back and gave him another chance. Qi Long led the audience to tease him again, and after clapping once, he asked him, "How many horses?" "Three?" "Wrong, three, two, one!" The audience said in unison: "Two horses!" "Ah? How did you hear that?" Qi Long fooled him: "The rhythm of my clapping is different. If I clap my hands in a big rhythm, this is one of the horses. If I clap my hands in a big, big, big triplet, it's another one. You can tell which horses are which by the different rhythms!" Dong Qiang said: "Oh, that's the rule. You should have told me earlier. Come on." Qi Long only hit two rhythms this time, and Dong Qiang also guessed two correctly, which made him very confident. When Qi Long said that he was going to do a difficult move, Dong Qiang patted his chest and told him to do it casually. Qi Long began to clap in different ways and even jumped up and stomped his feet. After all this commotion, Qi Long looked at Gao Dongqiang and said, "Count how many horses I have here?" Dong Qiang, who had been snapping his fingers while he was beating the rhythm, looked at his clenched fist and asked uncertainly, "Five?" Qi Long waved his hand and counted down from three to two and one. The audience shouted in unison, "Thousands of troops!" "Ah?" Dongqiang was confused. Whenever he exclaims “Ah”, the audience is happiest. Qi Long laughed and said that with his IQ, there was no need to tell him how the mandarin duck stick changed. Qi Long left the stage. Dong Qiang was still confused. When he realized that Qi Long had left, he quickly chased after him: "Hey, Teacher Qi, what's going on?" The audience was very satisfied. They enjoyed the crosstalk, saw the magic tricks, and there was an interactive session at the end. The tickets were really worth the money! Of course, they felt good because Dongqiang acted well. The most important thing for a supporting actor is to act dumb. Even if he knows the content of the script by heart after listening to many jokes, what he performs is always the same as if he heard it for the first time, including magic tricks and counting horses. He knows everything clearly but cannot act it out, but he performs it well, giving the audience an excellent viewing experience. Backstage, Dong Qiang looked at the mandarin duck stick in Qi Long's hand and wondered: "When did you learn how to practice it? You are so skilled?" "I was in the hospital bed and couldn't move my legs. I was bored sitting there, but the doctor told me not to look at my phone all the time and told me to move around as much as possible, so I practiced!" Qi Long answered casually.
In fact, after his relationship with Zhang Wanyi got closer that day, he was happy and clicked on the lucky draw. He clicked on the ancient magic trick class. He mastered this skill after watching the video. I have practiced it myself, but I am not particularly proficient at it. Dong Qiang:. "How much the hell did you do in that hospital bed?" Qi Long did not expect that the busy Sa Beining actually watched the performance of his small theater. During the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala, when the directors of some programs rearranged the movements, Sa Beining teamed up with Qi Long, Gao Dongqiang, Ma Fanshu, Ren Luyu and others to tease Nigomati and Sha Yi, leaving the two of them stunned. They are not Gao Dongqiang, who pretends to be ignorant when he knows the truth. That is really foolish. The two really didn't understand why they could identify the number of horses by the rhythm of clapping? The most important thing is that everyone around them can hear it, but only they two can’t hear it? When everyone was having a great time, the director arrived, bringing with him a famous magician, Mr. Liu Qian. "Mr. Liu Qian's magic requires a host to cooperate with him. Mr. Liu Qian, please choose any one you like!" Sa Beining immediately raised his hand: "Choose me, choose me!" Liu Qian glanced at him and said, "Well, it's okay if it's not Xiao Sa, let's call it Nicomati, he looks more honest!" Nicomati was very proud and pushed Sa Beining away: "Okay!" (End of this chapter)