Bian Lian
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:08:07
You are truly a performer's performer.
:08:09
ln all my travels...
:08:13
l've seen nothing so marvelous
as your art!

:08:18
Yours is a rare art indeed.
:08:23
Neither Peking nor Shaanxi opera
have anything like it.

:08:28
Sichuan opera is famed
for transformations...

:08:32
but they are paltry
compared to your magic.

:08:35
The same potion brews differently
in different hands.

:08:41
Every beggar's got his own stick
for beating off dogs.

:08:45
Though my skills be meager,
only a son may inherit them.

:08:50
lt's an ancient rule.
:08:54
Master Liang.
:08:56
Though mine is a small teacup,
it doesn't leak.

:09:01
You misunderstand.
:09:03
l'm not trying to steal your secrets.
:09:10
Merchants form businesses,
we artists form troupes.

:09:12
Ropes aren't made
from single strands.

:09:16
Why not join my troupe?
Split the profits...

:09:20
and add some color
to our repertoire.

:09:23
That's like asking
two peaks to merge.

:09:29
l'm a loner...
:09:31
used to my solitary ways.
:09:35
Tell me, Old Master,
have you a disciple?

:09:45
lt's a terrible thought...
:09:47
but what if--
:09:49
l was to die without an heir?
:09:55
A minor matter...
:09:59
l'll carry to the grave.

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