After Wang Lu signed his pen name, that Dixian immediately held the jade piece and showed it off to his companions. "Hahaha, I have his signature!"
Then, he ran back like a wisp of smoke. "Please, you must finish writing this unparalleled novel from scratch!"
"Em, I'm a bit …"
"It's okay, we understand. You've been writing for so long, so you should take a break. But, we will always look forward to it!"
Wang Lu held the jade piece in his hand and 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 was the Wisdom Sect's Sect Leader, so he was very clear that this force was the legendary power of faith. The problem was … where did he get this power of faith!?
His identity as the Wisdom Sect's Sect Leader had gradually faded, and he didn't attach much importance to the power of faith … Then, could it be that this power that came from his reader group? He had been writing his book in the arena for many years, but in the end, not only did he delay the time, he also gathered a lot of fans? This was really a pleasant surprise, but the most important thing right now was not this.
Wang Lu frowned. He had already noticed the strange atmosphere here. "Tsk, no wonder I felt something was wrong. Why are you still here? With your patience, you can't possibly wait for me to write my book for so 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, only one month? That doesn't reflect this old man's endurance and tenacity at all. I feel like I've been here for five or six years. But, from another point of view, in just one month, I've achieved five or six years worth of cultivation results, which is actually a blessing in disguise. "
"Hey, it sounds like you're quite confident in your own cultivation results. Could it be that after five or six years of cultivation, your dagger has grown a bit longer?"
"…" Being ridiculed viciously, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and prepared to launch a fierce counterattack. Speaking of which, it had been a while since the master and disciple quarreled. Did this b * tch think that after being distorted by time for five or six years in the arena, his culinary skills had become rusty?
However, before Wang Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo interrupted him coldly, "Are you done with your idle chatter? Are there any more programs after this? If it's gone, this farce can end, right? "
Wang Lu hurriedly said, "Of course not. The program list has been handed over to you. There's still a group crosstalk left. Please be patient."
"… Then hurry up!"
Wang Lu immediately gestured for the last group to appear on stage. Speaking of which, this group of people had worked hard, waiting outside for Wang Lu for a month. Because Wang Lu wasn't sure how long his calligraphy could be delayed. If he was lucky, he could delay it for a year and a half. If he was unlucky, the performance would be broken or stopped by the Dixian the moment it started. Therefore, the next group of people had to be on guard outside from the beginning.
Although the actors' lounge was spacious, it was imaginable how difficult it was to live in seclusion for a month. When they went on stage, all of them looked miserable as if they had been constipated for many years. Fortunately, their attire was at least in accordance with Wang Lu's requirements.
A plain monochrome gown and a stiff smile without any sincerity were the faces of the group crosstalk actors. When they walked from backstage to the stage, there was an uproar outside. Many people suspected that Lingjian School was going to perform the Blue River Region's traditional folk art of driving corpses.
If there was anything worth mentioning about these crosstalk actors, it would be the large number of people.
One, two, three, four … The actors entered the stage in a long line. Just entering the stage took the time to finish a meal. In the end, there were six to seven hundred actors standing on the stage! As long as one-tenth of the people inside were whispering, the hall would become noisy, and the people outside could only hear the chaos, scratching their heads in confusion. Although the program list said it was a group crosstalk, who had ever heard of six to seven hundred people?
"Hey, Xiaolei, have you heard of group crosstalk?"
The Dixian named Xiaolei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I have heard of it, but I was only interested in it when I was a mortal. If you ask me about it, I can't say anything. It's just that the group crosstalk I have heard of mostly only three to five people. This scale is really unheard of. Perhaps in the past sixteen thousand years, there has been a great innovation in the art form. "
After listening to this, Xuan Mo came to a conclusion. What bullsh * t innovation in the art form. It must be that Wang Lu has a new plot!
Thinking of this, Xuan Mo was shocked again. Could it be that Wang Lu had already calculated my means, so he arranged such a program? Although 99% of these six to seven hundred people were mortals, and most of them were weak, there was no way her time distortion could be effective with such a large number of people. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party played, it would be too late and there was nothing she could do.
While she was in a dilemma, the program officially began.
"Hello everyone, today we will perform a crosstalk for everyone."
Among the six to seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said with a trembling voice. His hair and beard were all silver, and he was as thin as a match. His thin body made his joints bulge, and it was unknown whether it was the strength of an artist or bone hyperplasia.
However, it was obvious that this old man was quite prestigious among the performers. After a while, someone beside him stood up and said with a smile, "The name of the crosstalk is called New Year's greeting."
Then another person stood up and said with the same smile, "The so-called New Year's greeting is a cultural tradition that has been passed down for a long time in our Nine Regions."
… Then, one by one, the group of crosstalk performers quickly explained the ins and outs of the tradition of New Year's greeting. Some of the audience who didn't know what was going on felt that they had vaguely learned something, but most of them were inexplicable.
Xuan Mo whispered to the one named Xiaolei, "Is group crosstalk like this?"
Xiaolei said, "That's not right at all. The crosstalk I've heard is basically a few performers amusing each other, and sometimes they will sing a few paragraphs. This kind of long explanation … Maybe there is, but there is no need to deliberately divide it into sentences and say one sentence for one person. What is this?"
"We just explained to everyone what New Year's greeting is. Why do we have to explain it like this?"
Xiaolei quickly patted Xuan Mo on the shoulder and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, listen, they are going to explain."
As a result, when Xuan Mo turned her gaze, the person who spoke had changed.
"Because if you don't understand these things, it's easy to make a fool of yourself."
Then a person next to her turned his head — not to the person who just spoke, but to the other side. "What kind of joke?"
The person on the other side immediately said, "For example, I know a person named Zhang San. He doesn't know what New Year's greeting is, so he made a fool of himself."
Another person behind that person asked, "What kind of joke did Zhang San make?"
A newcomer stood up and said, "One day, Zhang San went out to visit his relatives …"
Next, more than a hundred people finished Zhang San's story in the form of dialogue. The gist of it was nothing more than a misunderstanding caused by Zhang San's wrong words when he visited his relatives. Everyone laughed at him, and then an elder came forward to point out Zhang San's mistake. He taught Zhang San to earnestly study the excellent traditional culture and become a useful talent for the country and society. Zhang San was ashamed and excited, and said that he would definitely follow the elder's instructions and work hard …
As the story was being told, Xuan Mo felt uncomfortable all over. This kind of one-sentence conversation, as well as their stiff, fake smiles … it was as if there was an invisible will that played these six to seven hundred people like puppets in the palm of its hand.
This feeling simply caused a chill to run down one's spine. Not to mention laughing, Xuan Mo felt as if a gust of demonic wind from the depths of hell had blown by her side, and it blew to the point her Soul Core and body froze.
She was silent for a long time and asked, "Xiaolei, what do you think about this performance? Is it because I can't catch the funny part? "
Xiaolei said after some deliberation, "I have a feeling that this story is not a joke."
"Then can you explain what is going on with those two people?"
Xuan Mo pointed to the side, only to see Wang Lu and Wang Wu rolling on the ground without any care for their image, and letting out creepy laughter.
The two people kept laughing, even to the point of tears. As Xuan Mo listened to the crosstalk story and the two people's heartfelt laughter, he could not help but wonder if it was a mistake for him not to be able to laugh.
"I …" Xiaolei was tongue-tied. He wanted to say that the two people's brain circuits were different from ordinary people, and that it was not unusual for them to do anything, but listening to the exaggerated laughter, he could not say anything.
"I don't really understand."
Other than Xiaolei, Dixian did not understand anything else.
What was so funny about the story just now? Could it be that the art form of later generations has evolved to a level that our aesthetics can no longer control? Could it be that there was a burden in the last lines that only later generations could understand?
But then again, besides the two of them, Supreme He Tu, the Red-robed Patriarch, and the others were also sitting upright and still, without a hint of laughter on their faces.
What exactly was the problem?
While he was puzzled, the crosstalk actors had already begun to carry out a deeper analysis of the previous story, from why young people did not know the good traditions all the way to the attitude towards foreign cultures.
The audience had already begun to feel nauseous from listening to it, and then they were relieved to find that according to the format of one sentence per person, the six or seven hundred people seemed to be almost finished.
In fact, they actually had to finish. From the beginning of the program until now, the six or seven hundred people had said one sentence per person for at least an hour. The younger ones were fine, but some of the virtuous old artists were almost unable to stand, and needed the support of two people beside them at the same time to stand up straight.
Xuan Mo turned her head and glanced at Wang Lu. Unexpectedly, he did not delay the time on this program …
But the next moment, she watched dumbfoundedly as the people on the stage began to leave in an orderly manner. From the other side, another group of people in plain long gowns walked in, smiling and waving to the audience.
Damn, there are actually substitutes!
(The work of sorting out the spiritual sword brief is still in progress … The pressure of rushing the manuscript is a little big, but rest assured that the reward will be given as agreed ~)
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