After Wang Lu signed his pen name, the earth immortal immediately cheerfully held the jade slip and showed off among his companions: "Haha, I have his signature."

Then he ran back in a flash: "Please be sure to finish this extraordinary book from scratch."

"Uh, I'm a little bit..."

"It doesn't matter, we understand it very much. You have been creating for so long, so it's okay to take a break, but we will always look forward to it."

Wang Lu held the jade slip in his hand and watched him gradually fade away.

At the same time, you can vaguely feel that there is a fanatical belief gathering outside the rostrum... Wang Lu was the leader of the Wisdom Sect and knew very well that this power is the legendary power of faith. The question is... where is he

These powers of faith come from?

The identity of the leader of the Zhisect has gradually faded, and the power of faith is not taken seriously by him... So, are these powers coming now my own readers? I have written books in the competition for many years, but it has not only delayed.

After time, I have gathered a lot of fans? This is really a surprise, but the most important thing now is not this.

Wang Lu frowned, and had already noticed the strange atmosphere here: "Tsk, no wonder I feel something is wrong. Why are you still here? With your patience, it is impossible for me to wait patiently for many years, right? How long has it been here?

”

Wang Wu said with a deep pain in his face that was suspected by his close relatives: "One month."

"Tsk, it's only one month? It can't reflect my lasting and tenacity. I feel like five or six years have passed. But from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years of cultivation in one month.

It was a blessing in disguise.”

"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident in your own practice. Has your short sword become longer after the past five or six years of practice?"

"..." After being viciously ridiculed, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and was about to start a fierce counterattack. It was said that the master and apprentice's squirting scene had not been staged for a while. Could this bitch think he was in the competition?

I have been distorted by time for five or six years, and I have become unfamiliar with my skills in eating?

However, before Wang Lu could speak, Xuan Mo interrupted coldly: "Is there enough gossip? Is there any show later? If there is no more, this farce can end, right?"

Wang Lu quickly said, "Of course not yet. The program list has been handed over to you. In the end, there is still a group crosstalk left. Please be careful not to be impatient."

“…then it’s faster”

Wang Lu immediately made a gesture and called on the last group of people to appear on stage. It was said that this group of people was also working hard, and he waited for Wang Lu for a month outside the court. Because Wang Lu was not sure how long his copy of his calligraphy could delay, and luck

Well, it can be delayed for a year or two. If you are not lucky, you will be cracked or stopped by the earthly immortals as soon as the show starts, so the next group of people must be on guard outside from the beginning.

Although the actors' lounge is spacious, the difficulty of life being closed this month can be imagined. After they came on stage, they were all frowning and as if they were constipated for many years. Fortunately, their clothes and dressing at least still meet Wang Lu's requirements.

The simple monochrome long gown, and the stiff smile that looks unsincere, is the respect of the actors in group crosstalk. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, the scene was in an uproar. Many people suspected

This is the Lingjian School that wants to perform traditional folk art in Cangxizhou.

If there are any other advantages that these crosstalk actors are worth mentioning, it is that there are too many people.

One, two, three, four... The actors lined up in a long queue and entered the venue. Just entered the venue, and in the end there were six or seven hundred actors standing on the stage. There were only tens of them.

One of the people was whispering, and the venue was noisy, and the people outside the venue were only confused and confused. Although the program list was written with group crosstalk, who had heard the crosstalk of six or seven hundred people?

"Hey, Xiao Lei, have you heard of group crosstalk?"

The earth immortal named Xiao Lei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I have heard of it, but I was just interested in it when I was a mortal. If you ask me about the name here, I can't say anything.

But most of the group crosstalk I have heard are only about three or five people. It is unheard of on this scale. Perhaps the art form has made great innovations over the past 16,000 years."

After hearing this, Xuan Mo made a judgment. The bullshit artistic innovation must be that Wang Lu had a new conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Xuan Mo was shocked again: Could it be that Wang Lu had already decided on his own methods, so he arranged such a program? Although 99% of these six or seven hundred people are people in the mortal world, most of them are

She has no power to tie a chicken, but with so many people, her time twist cannot take effect. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party plays next, it will be a waste of time and no matter how hard the other party plays.

During the entanglement, the program officially began.

"Hello everyone, today we will perform a crosstalk for you."

Among the six or seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said tremblingly, and saw that his hair and beard were all silver, his bones were as thin as fire, and his thin body made his joints protruding. I don’t know if it was the artist’s character or the bone hyperplasia.

However, it was obvious that the old man had a lot of prestige among the actors. After a moment after he spoke, someone stood up and laughed: "The name of the crosstalk is called New Year's greetings.

Then another person stood up and smiled exactly the same: "The so-called New Year greetings is a cultural tradition that has been passed down from our Jiuzhou continent for a long time."

...And then just like this, the crosstalk actors quickly explained the tradition of New Year's greetings. Some unknown audiences heard it seem to be vaguely learning something, but more of it

It's inexplicable.

Xuan Mo asked the person named Xiao Lei in a low voice: "Is this the case with group crosstalk?"

Xiao Lei said: "It's completely wrong. The crosstalk I've heard basically have several actors who amuse each other. Sometimes they still sing a few paragraphs. Such a large paragraph of explanation... may be, but it is not deliberately divided into

One sentence after another, one sentence after another, what is this?”

"We just explained to everyone what New Year greetings is, why do we explain it like this?"

After hearing this, Xiao Lei quickly patted Xuan Mo on the shoulder: "Sister Xuan Mo, listen quickly, they are going to explain."

As a result, Xuan Mo just turned his gaze and the person who spoke had changed.

"Because if you don't understand these things, you'll be more likely to make jokes."

Then a person next to him turned his head—but not facing the person he was talking to, but on the other side: "What are you making a joke?"

The person on the other side immediately continued: "For example, I know someone named Zhang San, but he doesn't know what New Year greetings mean, and he ends up making a joke."

Another person behind the man asked, "What joke did Zhang San make?"

A newcomer stood up and said, "One day, Zhang San will go out to visit relatives..."

Next, more than a hundred people completed Zhang San's story in a dialogue form. The general idea was nothing more than the misunderstanding caused by Zhang San's misunderstanding when he was talking to his relatives. Everyone laughed at him, and then an elder came forward to point out Zhang San's mistakes.

He also taught Zhang San to study excellent traditional culture seriously and become a talent that is useful to the country and society. Zhang San was ashamed and excited to say that he would follow the instructions of his elders to work hard...

During the story, Xuan Mo was so uncomfortable that he heard it all over. This way of dialogue between one person and one sentence, and their stiff expression of smiling but not smiling... it seemed that he had an invisible will, which brought these six or seven hundred people.

Play with applause like a puppet.

This feeling is simply creepy. Don’t laugh, Xuan Mo only felt a demonic wind blew around him, blowing the body of the soul frozen together.

She was silent for a long time and asked, "Xiao Lei, what do you think is going on with this performance? Is it the reason why I can't catch the funny point?"

Xiao Lei said carefully: "I always think this story should not be funny."

"Then can you explain what happened to those two people?"

Xuan Mo pointed to the side, and saw Wang Lu and Wang Wu rolling and pounding on the ground without any scruples, making creepy laughter.

The two of them kept laughing, and even tears burst out. Xuan Mo listened to the crosstalk story on the stage while listening to the sincere laughter of the two of them, and had to start wondering if he couldn't laugh.

A mistake.

"I..." Xiao Lei was speechless. He wanted to say that the brain circuits of these two people were different from those of ordinary people and did nothing, but listening to the exaggerated laughter, he couldn't even say anything.

"I don't understand very much."

Apart from Xiao Lei, the other earthly immortals also don’t understand it.

What is ridiculous about the story just now? Is it true that the art forms of later generations have evolved to a level that our aesthetic cannot control? Is there any burden in the last preaching line that only future generations understand?

But then again, besides the two of them, the True Lord of Hetu, the Red Painting Ancestor and others were also sitting upright, and they couldn't tell that they were smiling.

What exactly is the problem?

Just as they were confused, the crosstalk actors had already begun to unfold the previous story and conducted a deeper analysis. From why young people don’t know the excellent traditions, they quickly talked about their attitude towards foreign culture.

The audience off the stage had already begun to hear the annoyance between the chest and abdomen, and then finally found it with relief that according to the form of one sentence, the six or seven hundred people seemed to be almost finished speaking.

In fact, they actually have to finish it. From the beginning of the show to now, these six or seven hundred people have been talking about each sentence for at least half an hour. It’s okay for younger ones, but some old artists with both virtue and art are about to stand.

I can't hold on anymore, I have to support the two of you at the same time to stand up straight.

Xuan Mo turned his head and looked at Wang Lu. He didn't expect that he didn't delay time on this show...

As a result, the next moment, she watched the people on the stage start to leave the stage in an orderly manner. From the other side, another group of people in simple long gowns waved their hands to the audience while smiling.

Damn, there are substitutes
Chapter completed!