The sun slowly shone in the small theater. As the two young people on the stage came out, they no longer had the nervousness of going on stage for the first time.

The transition from the audience's absentmindedness to the shock of the whole audience only took less than two minutes.

The four old people in the theater backstage, as this passage appeared, their thoughts slowly drifted out of the window.

It is foreseeable that the cross talk world will be shocked and changed in the future because of the emergence of this passage.

Of course, this was just the thought of Quan Min and Zhang Shitou, but the two old men felt tense in their hearts.

The two of them knew better. They had heard the lost lyrics of Taiping in the cross talk world with their own ears, and coupled with this unfamiliar job...

Lu Yuanhang on the stage has suddenly turned into two words in the eyes of the two elders.

hope!

That's right, it's hope, the hope that cross talkers can once again step onto the altar! The hope that cross talkers can stand up again, raise the flag and shout to step onto the throne again!

Under the background of the sun, even though Lu Yuanhang's hairstyle on the stage is really weird, he is a sweetheart? Even if his coat doesn't fit him, he is happy.

But his eloquent demeanor and generosity were like a typhoon, and in the eyes of the two elders, he was like a magic weapon descending from the sky.

What is this job...?

This is the question raised by the two elders. Of course they will not think that this is Lu Yuanhang’s original work.

Without decades of cross talk skills, this piece of work would have been impossible to create.

Who could that be?

There is no one else but the cross talk genius Liu Yunmiao! Their uncle! He is definitely his old man.

Not to mention the old man's reputation back then, as far as talent is concerned, he is undoubtedly number one in the entire cross talk circle!

Mr. Guan still remembers that when his master was leaving, he was dragging his weak hands and lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. He took his own hand and said intermittently:

"Jiu Liang, we must find your junior uncle. He is the hope for our industry to stand up again! When you find him, you must tell him. Just say that your master and none of us senior brothers blame him. We

We all believe him! It’s all because of those three beasts, we all know this in our hearts! But your uncle is so smart, why can’t he turn his head around?..."

Guan Jiuliang's eyes turned red when he thought of this.

He recalled that when he was still as big as Lele.

How prosperous the school was at that time, the founder of the school, Guo Caimao, the ancestor of the cross talk world is still there!

When did we go to a performance with our uncles without beating gongs and drums, and the audience gathered? No matter how big the theater is, it can be filled to capacity for us!

But why is the current cross talk world...!

When the sect recruited many disciples, there were only seven or eight masters of the Yun generation and uncles! All of them could carry half of the sky.

The only disciple of the He family only accepted three of them, but later, for some reason, the three of them united and betrayed the disciple.

Forcibly, Master was so angry that he vomited blood and was kicked out of the school. From then on, no one in the entire school dared to mention the word "Crane" to Master.

In that era when cross talk was all glory and countless seniors were in the sky, the young master dared to go on stage to talk about cross talk when he was only nine years old!

Moreover, since the first time he took the stage, there has not been a single empty seat in every performance at Junior Master’s venue!

Some spectators even paid the same price and were happy to squeeze in and stand and listen!

What kind of situation is that? From Grandmaster to Junior, there is no one in the younger generation who is not convinced by the talent of Junior Uncle!

That body only needs to stand on the stage without opening its mouth, and the audience will just look at it with joy.

What kind of grace is that?

Guan Jiuliang remembers that on the day Uncle Liu gave his last cross talk, there was light snow falling outside, and the Tianjin Gulemen Grand Theater could seat 1,300 spectators!

It was the largest theater in Tianjin and Beijing at that time! It was also the only theater with old-fashioned speakers and microphones.

It’s packed! It’s packed! It’s packed with people. Even the corridors and steps are packed with people.

From a distance, a thick dark cloud covered the sun.

All of them came to see my little uncle!

Guan Jiuliang doesn't remember what the young master said at that time, but he returned to the show seven times!

From around seven o'clock in the evening, we kept talking until two o'clock in the morning the next day! Even if we returned seven times, no one was willing to leave!

The applause, screams and cheers almost lifted the roof of the theater!

Success is Xiao He's failure, Xiao He is also Xiao He. Since childhood, my uncle left the school and disappeared without a trace because of the guilt in his heart.

The Gule gate is still there today, but there are no cross talkers from back then!

Thinking about it, if the junior uncle had not left and he was still carrying the cross talk world, then with his ability, the cross talk world would not be at this stage!

Since the decline of cross talk, the fellow disciples of the He generation made mistakes and were kicked out of the He generation by the master.

There was not a day that passed by both Guan and Wang that they did not spend in anxiety and self-blame.

I am anxious about the decline of cross talk, and blame myself for not having any news about my junior uncle for so many years.

But! The emptiness and fear in the hearts of the two elders have all turned into satisfaction and even rekindled hope to this day!

Up until this moment, they had completely believed that the boy on the stage was 100% the direct disciple of Master Liu!

You can’t be wrong! From now on, this kid will be like me for a lifetime, and you have to give him a stage name.

Lu Jiuhang?

Tsk tsk.

It’s pretty easy on the ears!

Some people spend their whole lives learning cross talk and all they can say is, innovation? It really requires talent.

It’s not that the two elders are belittling themselves. Today, they can be considered old people in the cross talk world. They started learning basic skills when they were young. At such an old age, they only have a deeper foundation in cross talk and a more thorough understanding of cross talk.

And innovation? It’s really difficult.

At this time, Lu Yuanhang on the stage was in high spirits.

The audience in the audience was still in shock and had not recovered from the shock.

Although the music on the stage appeared to be as stable as a rock, his slightly trembling hands indicated the unrest in his heart.

Lu Yuanhang saw all this, and he smiled slightly in his heart.

Do you think this is enough? Haha.

It’s far from enough! Wait a while, just wait a little longer! Don’t be so shocked that you faint!

My first stage performance couldn’t be that simple!

Hahahaha, the big devil Lu Yuanhang laughed wildly in his heart.

But no matter what you think in your heart.

On the surface, Lu Yuanhang just raised his hand slightly without leaving any trace.

Smile softly:

"Speaking of your master, there is something I need to tell you."

There is a baggage, Le Zi quickly picked it up after hearing it

"What do you want to tell me?"

"He just told me yesterday. He said that when we talk about cross talk, we have to do it well."

"That is"

"If you talk about cross talk well, it will be worthy of the audience, and it will also be worthy of yourself."

"Your master is good at this. We have to learn from him. Not only do we learn from your master's spirit and daily life, we also have to learn from his work style."

Lezi quickly held it in his hands and corrected:

"Seating? Let's rest, that's it, read it!"

Lu Yuanhang opened his eyes slightly, touched his freshly shaved head yesterday and said:

"Yes, work and rest, it's okay. We have to learn how to regulate our body, especially when we wake up every morning, we must drink a glass of milk."

Lezi nodded and faced the audience:

"Calcium supplement!"

Lu Yuanhang nodded seriously:

"Your master has to drink milk every day. One day, he even got injured while drinking milk!"

Lezi looked puzzled:

"Why are you still hurt?"

Lu Yuanhang smiled and raised his voice slightly.

"Because he was halfway through drinking when the cow sat down!"

The audience burst into laughter instantly. Lu Yuanhang also noticed a pretty little girl in particular. Her chest was trembling with laughter. Did he doubt that she was that funny?
To be continued...