Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 633: : Group mouth comics

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After Wang Lu signed his pen name, Nadi Immortal squeezed Yu Jian happily and flaunted his companions: "Haha, I have his signature!"

Then he ran back smoky again: "Please be sure to write this quirky book from scratch!"

"Uh, I ’m a bit ..."

"It doesn't matter we understand very well, you should continue to create for so long, and it should be a break, but we will always look forward to it!"

Wang Lu took the jade jade in his hand and watched him gradually go away.

At the same time, I can vaguely feel that there is a fanatical belief outside the rostrum ... Wang Lu had been an intellectual leader, and it was clear that this power is the power of faith in the legend. The question is ... where did he come from these powers of faith! ?

The identity of the leader of the Wise Education has gradually faded, and the power of faith has not paid much attention to him ... So is the power that comes in now, is it that its own readership is not successful? ! I have been writing books in the competition field for many years, but the result is not only delaying time, but also gathering a lot of fans? ! This is unexpected surprise, but the most important thing now is not this one.

Wang Lu frowned, already aware of the strange atmosphere here: "Hey, no wonder it ’s not right, why are you still here? With your patience, you ca n’t wait for me to write for many years, right? How long has it been? "

A pair of Wang Wu's expressions that were deeply distressed by the loved ones said: "One month."

"Huh, only one month? It does not reflect the long-lasting and tenacity of the old man. I feel like it has been five or six years in it. But looking at it from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years in one month. The results of spiritual practice are blessed by misfortune. "

"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident in your practice results. Could it be that your daggers have become longer after five or six years of practice?"

"..." was sneered at maliciously, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and prepared to start a fierce counterattack. It was said that the master and disciple's play on the spray had not been staged for a while. After being twisted by time for five or six years in the martial arts field, did you lose your skill in eating?

However, before waiting for Wang Lu to speak, Xuan Mo interrupted coldly: "Is that enough gossip? Is there any program behind? If not, will the farce be over?"

Wang Lu said quickly: "Of course not yet, the program list has been handed over to you, and finally there is a group of cross talks, please be calm."

"... faster!"

Wang Lu immediately gestured to greet the last group to appear on stage. It is said that this group of people is also very hard, and lived outside the field and waited for Wang Lu for a month. Because Wang Lu is not sure how long his calligraphy copy can be delayed. If he is lucky, he can be delayed for a year and a half. If he is unlucky, he will be cracked or stopped by the immortals at the beginning of the show. Be vigilant outside from the start.

Although the actor ’s lounge is spacious, it ’s hard to imagine the hardship of a closed life in the past month. After they took the stage, all the frowning faces are like constipation for many years. Fortunately, the dress is still in line with Wang Lu ’s requirements .

The plain monochromatic gown, you can see that there is no sincerity in the face of a stiff smile. This is the respect of the actors of the crosstalk. When they walked from the background to the stage, there was a lot of uproar outside. Many people suspect that this is the spirit sword school to perform the traditional folk art of Cangxi to cast off the dead.

If there is anything else worth mentioning about these comic actors, it is that there are too many people.

One, two, three, four ... The actors lined up and entered the arena. It took a meal to enter the venue alone, and there were six or seven hundred actors standing on the stage! Only one-tenth of the people inside were whispering, the scene would be noisy, and the outsiders could only hear the chaos, and they were even puzzled. Although the program list is a group of cross talks, who has heard the cross talks of six or seven hundred people?

"Hey, Xiaolei, have you heard the cross talk?"

The Dixian named Xiaolei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I have heard it before, but it was only occasionally interesting when you were a mortal. You have to ask me about the famous hall inside, and I said no What's wrong. It's just that the crosstalks I've heard are mostly about three or five people. This scale is really unheard of. Perhaps it has been a great innovation in the art form for more than 16,000 years. "

Xuan Mo has made a judgment after listening to it. The innovation of **** art must be that Wang Lu ’s kid has a new conspiracy!

Thinking of this, Xuan Mo was shocked again: could it be that Wang Lu had already decided his own means, so he would arrange such a show? Although ninety-nine out of the six or seven hundred people are ordinary people, and most of them are even powerless, but with so many people, her time warping cannot take effect at all. So no matter what tricks the other party plays, it's just a matter of nowhere.

During the tangle, the program officially started.

"Hello everyone, today we will give you a cross talk."

Among the six or seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said tremblingly, but he saw that his hair was silver, thin as wood, and his thin body lined his bones. He did not know whether it was the artist's style or bone growth.

But apparently this old man is quite prestigious among the actors. After a few moments after he spoke, someone stood up and laughed: "The name of the crosstalk is called New Year."

Then another person stood up and smiled exactly the same: "The so-called New Year's greetings are a long-standing cultural tradition of our mainland Kyushu."

... Then just one by one, this group of cross talk actors quickly explained the traditional ins and outs of the New Year. Some unclear audiences sounded specious and felt vaguely as if they had learned something, but more were inexplicable.

Xuan Mobian whispered to the man named Xiao Lei: "Is the group mouth comic like this?"

Xiao Lei said: "It's completely wrong. The crosstalk I have heard is basically a few actors amused each other, and sometimes they will sing a few paragraphs. Such large paragraphs ... may be there, but not As for deliberately dividing into one sentence, one person said so, what is this? "

"Just now we explained to everyone what New Year is, why should we explain it like this?"

Xiao Lei quickly shot Xuan Mo's shoulder: "Sister Xuan Mo is listening, they have to explain."

As a result, Xuan Mo just turned his gaze, and the speaker had changed one.

"Because if you do n’t understand these things, it ’s easy to make jokes."

Then someone around turned his head--but not to the person who just spoke, but to the other side: "What is the joke?"

The people on the other side immediately answered: "For example, I knew a person named Zhang San, he did n’t know what New Year is called, and the result was a joke."

There was another person behind him who asked, "What joke did Zhang San make?"

A newcomer stood up and said, "Someday, this three-way relative ..."

Next, Zhang San ’s story was completed by more than one hundred people in a dialogue form. The idea was nothing more than a misunderstanding caused by Zhang San ’s relatives saying wrong things. Everyone laughed and then an elder came forward and pointed out that Zhang San Mistakes, and educate Zhang San to carefully study the excellent traditional culture and become a useful person for the country and society. Zhang San is ashamed and excitedly expressed that he will follow the instructions of his elders and work hard ...

In the process of telling this story, Xuan Mo only heard discomfort, this one-by-one way of talking, and their stiff expression with a flirty smile ... It seemed as if there was an invisible will. Seven hundred people are playing with puppets in general and applauding.

This kind of feeling is really creepy, let alone laughing, Xuan Mo just feels like there is a demon wind blowing from the Nine Nether Deep Prison around him, blowing people Yuanshen * to freeze together.

She was silent for a long time and asked, "Xiaolei, what do you think about this performance? Is it why I can't catch the laugh?"

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

"Can you explain what happened to those two people?"

Xuan Mo stretched his fingers to the side, and saw that both Wang Lu and Wang Wu were rolling the ground on the ground without any fear, and gave out a horrifying laughter.

The two laughed and laughed all the time, and even the tears came out. Xuan Mo listened to the crosstalk stories on the field and listened to the sincere laughter of these two people. Is it a mistake to come out?

"I ..." Xiao Lei gaped. He wanted to say that the brain circuits of these two people were different from the average person, and he wasn't surprised to do anything. But listening to the exaggerated laughter, his words couldn't be said.

"I don't understand."

Except for Xiaolei, the other immortals don't understand.

What's so funny about the story just now? Is it true that the art form of later generations has evolved to an extent beyond our aesthetic control? Is there any burden in the last sermon line that only future generations can understand?

However, besides the two of them, Hetu Zhenjun, Hongpao Patriarch and others are sitting in full credibility, and can't see a half smile.

Where is the problem?

Because of the confusion, the comic talk actors have begun to unfold the previous story and conducted a deeper analysis. From the perspective of why young people do not know the excellent tradition, they soon talked about their attitude towards foreign cultures.

The audience had already begun to hear the disgusting vomiting between the chest and the abdomen, and finally found it gratifying that, according to the form of one sentence, the six or seven hundred people seemed to be almost finished.

In fact, they actually have to finish it. From the beginning of the show to the present, these six or seven hundred people have spoken for at least half an hour. It's better to be younger. Some old artists of Deyi Shuangxin can't stand it anymore. You must stand by two people at the same time.

Xuan Mo turned his head and glanced at Wang Lu, but he didn't think he didn't delay time on this show ...

As a result, she stared at the people on the stage and began to exit in an orderly manner. From the other side, another group of people in plain gowns waved into the audience with a smile on their faces.

Fat trough, there are substitutes!

(The finishing work of the Spirit Sword briefing is still in progress ... The pressure to catch up with the manuscript is slightly greater, and you can rest assured that the reward will be distributed as you say ~)