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After Wang Lu signed his pen name, the Earth Immortal happily held the jade slip and showed off to his companions: "Haha, I have his signature."
Then he ran back in a hurry: "Please be sure to finish this wonderful book from scratch."
"Uh, I'm kind of..."
"It doesn't matter, we understand very well, you have been creating for so long, you should take a break, but we will always look forward to it"
Holding the jade slip in his hand, Wang Lu watched him gradually go away.
At the same time, he could vaguely feel that there was a fanatical belief gathering outside the rostrum... Wang Lu had been the leader of Zhijiao before, so he knew very well that this force was the legendary power of faith. The question is... Where did he get these powers of faith
The identity of the leader of Zhijiao has gradually faded now, and the power of faith is not valued by him... So the power that is coming in now, is it because of his own readership? I have been writing books in the martial arts arena for many years, but as a result, I not only procrastinated, but also gathered a lot of fans? This is really a surprise, but the most important thing now is not this one.
Wang Lu frowned, already aware of the strange atmosphere here: "Tsk, no wonder you feel something is wrong, why are you still here? With your patience, it is impossible to wait for me to write a book for many years, right? How long has it been here? "
Wang Wu said with a deeply painful expression of being suspected by a close relative: "One month."
"Tsk, it's only been a month? It doesn't reflect the persistence and tenacity of the old man at all. I feel like five or six years have passed in it. But looking at it from another angle, I have achieved the results of five or six years of practice in one month. It was a blessing in disguise.”
"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident in your cultivation results. Could it be that after five or six years of cultivation, your dagger has grown a bit longer?"
"..." After being ridiculed viciously, Wang Lu squinted his eyes and prepared to strike back fiercely. Speaking of which, the master-student rivalry scene hadn't been staged for a while, and this bitch probably thought he was in the martial arts arena After being distorted by time for five or six years, you have become unfamiliar with the skills of eating, right
However, before Wang Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo interrupted coldly: "Is it enough gossip? Is there any more show? If there is no more, this farce will be over, right?"
Wang Lu quickly said: "Of course not yet, the program list has already been handed over to you, and there is still a group crosstalk left at the end, please stay calm."
"...then hurry up"
Wang Lu immediately gestured for the last group of people to appear on the stage. Speaking of which, this group of people worked hard, they waited for Wang Lu for a month on the sidelines. Because Wang Lu is not sure how long his calligraphy copying can be delayed. If he is lucky, it can be delayed for a year or a half. Be vigilant and on standby outside.
Although the actor's lounge is spacious, one can imagine how difficult the closed life has been for the past month. After they took the stage, they all looked sad as if they had been constipated for many years. Fortunately, their attire still met Wang Lu's requirements.
Plain monochrome gowns and a stiff smile that seems to be insincere, this is the dignity of a group of crosstalk actors. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, there was an uproar outside the venue. Many people suspect that this is the Spirit Sword Sect performing Cangxi Prefecture's traditional folk art of exorcising corpses.
If there is any strength worth mentioning for these cross talk actors, it is that there are many people.
One, two, three, four... Actors lined up to enter the arena, and it took a meal just to enter the arena. In the end, there were six or seven hundred actors standing on the stage, as long as there were ten of them. When everyone is whispering, the arena will be full of noise, and the people outside the arena will only hear a chaotic, even more confused. Although it is written on the program list that it is a group cross talk, but who has heard the cross talk of six or seven hundred people
"Hey, Xiao Lei, have you ever heard of group cross talk?"
The Earth Immortal named Xiaolei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuanmo, I have heard of it, but it's just that I was interested in it occasionally when I was a mortal. If you want to ask me about the famous tricks in it, I can't tell you anything. It’s just that most of the group cross talk I’ve heard is about three or five people. It’s really unheard of on such a scale, maybe it’s because the art form has undergone great innovations in the past 16,000 years.”
After hearing this, Xuan Mo came to a conclusion. The innovation of bullshit art must be because that kid Wang Lu has a new conspiracy.
Thinking of this, Xuan Mo was shocked again: Could it be that Wang Lu had decided on his own means a long time ago, that's why he arranged such a show? Although ninety-nine percent of these six or seven hundred people are mortals, and most of them are even powerless, but with such a large number, it is impossible for her time distortion to take effect. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party plays next, it is a done deal and there is nothing to do.
Between the tangles, the program officially began.
"Hello everyone, today we will perform a cross talk for you."
Among the six or seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said tremblingly, he saw that he had silver beard and hair, and was as thin as a stick.
However, it is obvious that this old man is quite prestigious among the actors. After he spoke for a while, someone stood up and said with a smile: "The name of the cross talk is called New Year greetings."
Then another person stood up with the same smile: "The so-called New Year's greetings are a cultural tradition that has been passed down for a long time in our mainland of Kyushu."
... Then just one by one, the group of comedians quickly explained the ins and outs of the tradition of New Year greetings. Some spectators who didn't know what was going on heard it speciously, feeling vaguely as if they had learned something, but most of them were inexplicable.
Xuan Mo asked the person named Xiaolei in a low voice: "Is this how group cross talk works?"
Xiao Lei said: "It's totally wrong. The cross talks I've heard are basically a few actors making fun of each other, and sometimes they will sing a few paragraphs. This kind of long explanation... Maybe there will be, but it won't be deliberately divided into one sentence. One sentence, one person said that one sentence, what is this?"
"Just now we explained to everyone what New Year's greetings are. Why did we explain it that way?"
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, just as Xuan Mo turned his gaze away, the speaker had changed.
"Because if you don't understand these things, it's easy to make jokes."
Then a person beside him turned his head—but not to the person who spoke just now, but to the other side: "What kind of joke is this?"
The person on the other side immediately answered: "For example, I know a person named Zhang San. He doesn't know what New Year's greetings are, and it turned out to be a joke."
Another person behind that person asked, "What joke did Zhang San make?"
A newcomer stood up and said: "It is said that one day, this three will go out to visit relatives..."
Next, more than a hundred people jointly completed Zhang San’s story in the form of dialogue. He also educated Zhang San to study excellent traditional culture seriously and become a talent useful to the country and society. Zhang San said with shame and excitement that he would definitely follow the instructions of his elders and work hard...
During the process of telling the story, Xuan Mo felt uncomfortable all over his body. This way of talking one by one, as well as their stiff smiles... It seems that there is an invisible will that treats these six or seven hundred people as one Puppets generally play with applause.
This kind of feeling is simply creepy, not to mention laughing out loud, Xuan Mo just felt like a gust of evil wind from the Nine Nether Deep Prison was blowing around him, freezing the soul and body together.
She was silent for a long time and asked: "Xiao Lei, what do you think of this performance? Is it the reason why I can't catch a laugh?"
Xiao Lei thought about it and said: "I always feel that this story should not be funny."
"Then can you explain what happened to those two people?"
Xuan Mo stretched out his finger to the side, and saw Wang Lu and Wang Wu rolling and pounding on the ground without hesitation, and let out creepy laughter
The two kept laughing and laughing, even tears came out, Xuan Mo listened to the cross talk story on the field and listened to the heartfelt laughter of the two people, he couldn't help but wonder if he couldn't laugh a mistake.
"I..." Xiaolei was tongue-tied, wanting to say that the brain circuit of these two people is different from that of ordinary people, and it is not unusual to do anything, but hearing that exaggerated laughter, he couldn't say anything.
"I do not understand."
Besides Xiaolei, the rest of the immortals didn't understand either.
What's so ridiculous about that story just now? Is it true that the art forms of later generations have evolved to a degree that our aesthetics cannot control? Is there any burden in the last didactic line that only future generations will understand
But having said that, apart from the two of them, True Monarch Hetu, Patriarch Hongpao and others were all sitting upright, not showing any smiles.
Where is the problem
In the midst of confusion, those crosstalk actors started to unfold the previous story and conducted a deeper analysis. From the analysis of why young people do not know the excellent traditions, they soon talked about the attitude towards foreign cultures.
The audience off the court had already started to feel nauseated in their chests and abdomens, and finally they were relieved to find that according to the format of each person's sentence, these six or seven hundred people seemed to be almost finished.
In fact, they actually had to finish speaking. From the beginning of the show to the present, each of these six or seven hundred people spoke for at least half an hour. It's fine for the younger ones, some old artists who are both virtuous and artistic are almost unable to stand upright, and they have to be supported by two people around them at the same time to stand upright.
Xuan Mo turned his head and glanced at Wang Lu, unexpectedly he didn't waste time on this program...
As a result, the next moment, she watched with astonishment as the people on the stage began to exit in an orderly manner. From the other side, another group of people in plain long gowns walked in, smiling and waving at the audience.
Fuck, there are substitutes
(The finishing work of the Spirit Sword briefing is still in progress... The pressure to rush the draft is a little bit high, rest assured that the rewards will be distributed as promised) I861
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