Yang San also looked up at He Xiangdong, he said in a deep voice with red eyes: "Dongzi, this is none of your business, you go away." He also thought that why Xiangdong came to the stage to cover him for the sake of saving his face.

He Xiangdong also looked back at Yang San, stared at the other party's eyes, and said very seriously: "Third Uncle Yang, you have warmed me up, now it's time for me to come." Trust me, I can say yes. ”

Yang San hesitated a little, and he looked back at Fang Wenqi again.

Although Fang Wenqi couldn't figure out what his apprentice wanted to do, this kid had always been sensible and precocious and wouldn't mess around, so he nodded to Yang San, he chose to believe in his apprentice.

After getting the hint from Big Brother, Yang San stood up.

He Xiangdong sat on the chair unhurriedly and looked at Feng Jiushan quietly.

Feng Jiushan's brows furrowed, and he said unhappily: "What are you guys doing, changing people to play?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on He Xiangdong's little face, and they couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

He Xiangdong was not stunned by this scene at all, he smiled at Feng Jiushan, and looked down at the pile of things on the table, Xingmu was at the bottom, the handkerchief was pressed on it, and the folding fan was pressed horizontally on the top.

He stretched out his left hand and picked up the folding fan, staring at Feng Jiushan's eyes, his small face was full of seriousness, and he said: "The fan is a spear and a stick, and King Zhou Zhuang pointed at Yu Xia." Three ministers and five brights are a family, and ten thousand peach blossoms are born in one tree. ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene was suddenly silent, and only the child's immature voice echoed in his ears.

Those who don't understand look at a loss, but those who know how are shocked. Yang San's eyes were about to pop out, he looked at He Xiangdong in shock, and quickly looked back at Fang Wenqi, only to find that Fang Wenqi was more shocked than him.

Feng Jiushan and Yang Mingzi were even more shocked and inexplicable, the two looked at each other, they were both extremely surprised, he was a person in the storytelling door, and he took the initiative to come to the Tao, how could he not understand the doorway.

The child in front of him is not an ordinary word, but a storyteller who has a teacher who meets the person who said it (jargon), the old rules in this they still know from listening to an old gentleman, how old is the child in front of him, how can he know so much, who is he worshipping as a teacher?

Although Liu Fenghua didn't understand what He Xiangdong meant, judging from the expressions of everyone on the stage, things seemed to be a little bad.

He Xiangdong put down the fan, picked up the handkerchief with his left hand, put it to the left, and continued: "Why bother to carry the left and the right, Confucius traveled around the world, and the road was enlightened along the sect. Liu Jingting's tongue fought against the group of thieves, and Su Jizi said that it was in harmony with the world. Zhou Jituo has been passed down to future generations, and has learned and educated in ancient and modern times. ”

Speaking the last sentence, He Xiangdong picked up the waking wood on the table and slapped it.

"Smack. ”

Everyone looked at each other and was silent for a while, and they were all stunned by this child.

"Ahem......" Liu Fenghua frowned and coughed.

Feng Jiushan reacted at this time, looked at the child in front of him, and didn't dare to despise it, so he arched his hand and asked, "Haven't asked for advice yet?"

He Xiangdong looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "I am the tenth generation of the Storytelling Sect, and I am a teacher of ......."

He Xiangdong turned his head and glanced at the master, and then at Yang San, the situation was urgent, and he couldn't care about it so much, so he gritted his teeth and said, "The master is Zhang Kuoru." ”

"Zhang Kuoru?" Feng Jiushan exclaimed.

Yang Mingzi, another storytelling artist who came with him, also changed his face suddenly.

Even Fang Wenqi frowned and said softly, "The golden mouth and silver tongue are wide?"

Zhang Kuoru is very good at robes and official books, especially in depicting grand war scenes, which can make the audience really feel the real war scenes, so he is known as the golden mouth and silver tongue.

"When did Dongzi worship Zhang Kuoru?" Fang Wenqi was very puzzled, obviously he was with his apprentice every day, when did this kid worship his teacher?

Feng Jiushan swallowed his saliva, and then looked at Liu Fenghua, who had a serious look in his eyes, and then he asked tentatively: "This Mr. Zhang seems to have not seen him for many years." ”

He Xiangdong smiled at him and said, "My master is not far away, just near our theater, if you want to see him, I will call him now." ”

"Don't, don't. Feng Jiushan hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, we are juniors, and if we want to see us, we will come to see us, how can we let our seniors come to see us." ”

He was really afraid of seeing Zhang Kuoru. The artist industry is like this, a master will accept several apprentices, some of them have become a master, and some of them can't even mix food and clothing, but the son who can't become a tool is also a son, he is also in the family tree in the door, and he is also qualified to accept apprentices to inherit incense.

But even he himself is not a weapon, and how powerful can the apprentices he teaches are, and they are mostly useless, but his apprentices are also one of the heirs, and they can also accept apprentices.

This is the case with Feng Jiushan and Yang Mingzi, they are all artists who have no ability to do anything in the upper generations, and the same is true for their generation, they can't even enter professional groups, they can only barely mix in a small theater.

But Zhang Kuoru's vein is different, the elders they count up are not only extremely high-level, but also well-known big horns, including Zhang Kuoru, who is also a well-known figure.

According to the concept of fantasy novels, Zhang Kuoru's vein is the inheritance of the imperial city lord's family, the so-called characters at the tip of the pyramid, and Feng Jiushan and Yang Mingzi are the branches of the branches in the corner of the countryside.

Let's ask in this situation, Feng Jiushan still dares to see Zhang Kuoru, if Zhang Kuoru knows that they are bullying his apprentices, the two of them will not be cleaned up miserably, where are the generations, and they will be smoked in vain.

Of course, he didn't doubt whether He Xiangdong was lying, even if Fang Wenqi was very suspicious, he didn't suspect He Xiangdong's apprenticeship.

Because for artists, Master's father is the same as Father's father, this is your father, does Dad recognize him casually? If you recognize Master indiscriminately and ruin people's reputation, you won't be mixed up in the future, don't say that storytelling can't spare you, even cross talk can't spare you, other art industries will despise your behavior, and the art world will no longer tolerate you.

But who knows that He Xiangdong didn't lie about anything else, but he just talked nonsense about apprenticeship, he was just a nine-year-old child, no matter how mature he was, he couldn't think of so much, and he lied nonsense when he was in a hurry for Yang San's affairs.

Feng Jiushan was really a little stunned of the child in front of him, he was too red, and his seniority was still high, he laughed a few times, and arched his hand: "Hehe, hey...... That today is a misunderstanding, misunderstanding, let's go now, just go, bother. ”

After speaking, he and Yang Mingzi ignored Liu Fenghua's ugly face, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute. He Xiangdong stopped them, he put the handkerchief on the Xing wood again, put the folding fan horizontally on the top, pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I want to leave? ”

Feng Jiushan looked at the furnishings of the few things on the table, and his face became even more ugly at that time.