As soon as Wang Erchun asked these two questions, Yulihong, who was standing in the corner of the stage, only felt her heart twitch, and her pretty face instantly turned whiter.

She knew that Wang Erchun was starting to go crazy, and after a while, that brute would definitely force her to stand up and frame Cheng Xiaolou!

Everyone at the scene stared at the young man in green shirts standing in the center of the stage, and the Nanhe Gymnasium, which had tens of thousands of people, was silent.

Under everyone's gaze, Cheng Xiaolou was silent for a few seconds before smiling lightly, "May I ask Wang, does this question have anything to do with the qualifiers?"

Many people were stunned, yes, this is the Mianshanfang qualifier scene of the Longzhong Liyuan Summit, and the two questions asked by Wang Erchun do not seem to have any direct connection with the qualifiers.

Why didn't the more than 130 people in front of him need to answer these questions, but Cheng Xiaolou was alone and held on?

Wang Erchun's eyes jumped without a trace, obviously he didn't expect Cheng Xiaolou to be so calm in this situation, and he immediately grasped the key point, not only did not answer his question, but dared to ask him about him as a judge.

Wang Erchun can mix in today's position, of course, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The smile on his face instantly turned cold, and he said to himself: "Actually, if you don't say it, I know that you have been passed to Wu Mantunmen, the master of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, to learn drama since you were a child, and you betrayed your teacher a month ago and jumped to the Yulang Theater to sing on stage. And the reason why you ignored the nurturing feelings of the Wu class master, preached and received the grace of karma, and resolutely deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, is because you stole this "Suolin Bag" from me, and felt that your wings were stiff and you were unwilling to succumb to others anymore!"

Wang Erchun's words were like a thunderclap out of thin air, and the faces of the tens of thousands of people present suddenly changed greatly.

Everyone stared at Cheng Xiaolou in the center of the stage in disbelief, and many people couldn't believe what they had just heard.

"You fart!How could Boss Cheng do such a thing. ”

"That's right, just with a big horn like the boss Cheng that Wu Mantun can also teach?"

"The surname is Wang, don't spew feces all over your mouth here, I think you are the drama of Boss Cheng!"

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After the initial shock, many fans at the scene scolded emotionally, and they didn't believe what Wang Erchun said at all.

Cheng Xiaolou has been on stage more than a dozen times in the past month, and there are not a few people who have seen him live in the theater.

Those fans who have enjoyed his peerless appearance on the stage at the scene don't believe that the peerless young man would do such a thing as deceiving his teacher and destroying his ancestors and stealing the show.

"Hehe, don't say you don't believe it, even I didn't expect that the well-behaved and talented Cheng Xiaolou, who was brought to me by the head of the Wu class, would do such a dirty thing. But the facts are in front of us, and we can't believe it!"

Wang Erchun took the microphone and ignored the scolding of many fans behind him, sneered and continued: "I think there are not a few people present who know him Cheng Xiaolou, you can ask him, where does his singing ability come from, in addition to the master of the Taihe Spring Opera Class, has he ever worshipped other teachers, and then ask him where his "Suolin Bag" came from if it wasn't for the play he stole from me." Do you think an eighteen-year-old child who studied with his master since he was a child and didn't even study in junior high school can write a play like "Suo Lin Bag"?"

Speaking of this, Wang Erchun stopped talking, just stared at Cheng Xiaolou and sneered.

At this moment, even the fans who scolded Wang Erchun for Cheng Xiaolou just now, some of them subconsciously shut up and were silent.

These opera fans like to listen to operas, and they also know a little bit about opera, and many people understand that singing and writing operas are completely different concepts.

Hearing Wang Erchun say this, many people couldn't help but look at Cheng Xiaolou on the stage with suspicion.

If he is a demonic genius who sings, even if the master's qualifications are mediocre and he doesn't sing very well, if the apprentice's talent is really high, it is possible that he will be better than the blue. However, writing a play is different, it requires strong drama skills, and it also requires a strong cultural heritage.

"I heard it, you said so much, just to say that I stole your play, is that so?"

The corners of Cheng Xiaolou's mouth hooked a trace of inexplicable smile, and he looked at Wang Erchun and asked.

"Cheng Xiaolou, I admit that you are indeed very talented in singing, otherwise I would not have created this "Suolin Bag" for you at your master's request. If you hadn't gone too far and forced your master to this role, I would have looked at his face and didn't care about you, and this play should have been given to you. You just stole the show and left quietly, but you shouldn't have done things so desperately!"

"Do you know, even if you lose the drama and are cornered, your master is still pleading for you, begging me not to be like you, you are still young, and you are a rare genius in the pear orchard industry, let me give you another chance, I can't ruin your future! You wolf-hearted thing, in vain your master regards you as his own, although he has been strict with you since he was a child, but he also wants you to learn your skills well, who knows that you actually hold a grudge against this for this, and in the end you are so mad that you use the vicious way of rolling drama and thunder to deal with the master who raised you!"

The more Wang Erchun spoke, the more indignant he became, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became, and the two people next to him who were spitting on the stars were all over their faces.

There were more silent fans on the scene, and many people's eyes became cold when they looked at Cheng Xiaolou, and there were even some unknown people who stood on Wang Erchun's side.

"Xiaolou, the master has been a little harsh with you since you were a child, but you ..... Hey!"

"Everyone, all of you in Liyuan, as well as all the opera fans and friends present, although Xiaolou is at fault, I hope you will forgive him this time because he is still young and has such a talent for singing. As his godfather and his master, Xiaolou has become what it is today, and indeed a large part of my responsibility is indeed my responsibility!"

At this moment, Wu Mantun, whose head was white and bent over, walked onto the stage step by step from the left side with the support of the two apprentices, first glanced at Cheng Xiaolou with hatred, and then bowed deeply to the stage with tears in his eyes.

"Xiao Jiu, you are confused, you have been the master's favorite apprentice since you were a child, and the master has told several of our brothers more than once that the family business of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe will be passed on to you sooner or later......! Why bother?"

Wu Mantun's second apprentice, Wen Song, also pointed at Cheng Xiaolou with a sad face, with both blame and distress in his eyes.