After singing the four joys, He Xiangdong came to the lyrics of Duan Taiping again. The singing was left here. He smiled and said, "Second masters, how are I singing?"

Fan Wenquan exclaimed: "Your singing skills are truly great. I see that no one in the crosstalk world can sing you."

He Xiangdong shook his head and said modestly: "I dare not say that. There are many talented people everywhere. Who knows where there are corners and corners to lie down and have a great singing person. In the past, the lyrics of Taiping were just to pull rickshaws, shake coal balls, and do coolies. Everyone could sing. They were much better than those who sang crosstalk. Later, those who sang crosstalk were unwilling to learn this trick."

Fan Wenquan was still amazed.

Zhang Wenhai was also very stunning, and his eyes were incorrect when he looked at He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai and felt a little funny. He continued, "There are some verbal skills among these twelve subjects. There are really not many crosstalk artists who know this now. I was also lucky enough to get guidance from a senior in the verbal skills class when I was young. I learned some basics. I will give you some to try it."

Without further ado, He Xiangdong learned bird singing. The most difficult and most ornamental part of the oral skills is the bird singing. This time, he did not end it with a few casual sentences, but performed a small passage in a solid manner. He should not hide his weakness in front of those who know the knowledge, otherwise he would be really stupid.

There are only larks, and only thrushes. The larks walk in a flexible and playful voice. The thrushes are low and gentle and charming, and the thrushes are very charming. This dynamic and quiet combination is very good to watch.

Those who learn to sing birds will stuff a small instrument into their mouths, and use that instrument to imitate birds’ singing, but only shape but no spirit. Because the instrument has few changes in sound, it is basically just a sound, so it stops after imitating for a few seconds. There is absolutely no small job like He Xiangdong.

When crosstalk actors learn things, they are called "Similar or not" or "Similar" or "Similar"; He Xiangdong's unique skills are not just "Similar"; he has already achieved the level of a professional ventriloquist.

The performance of the two birds fighting for food was completed. This was one of the few short passages that Zhang Yushu passed on to him back then. He had never taught the most exquisite ventriloquism of the Hundred Birds Contest. At that time, He Xiangdong was too small and his foundation was too weak. And as a crosstalk actor, there was no need to learn such difficult things.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan applauded and praised him repeatedly, while He Xiangdong smiled calmly.

Zhang Wen applauded and said, "What a pity, what a pity."

He Xiangdong is unknown.

Fan Wenquan asked, "Lao Zhang, what a pity you said?"

Zhang Wenhai's eyes never left He Xiangdong. He sighed: "If he dares to be a big horn when the year is good, his ability is definitely a big horn, and it is really hard to say now. The old saying goes, three points of ability and six points of luck and support from noble people. Without opportunities, talent is equivalent to it. If this person cannot make a horn, it would be a pity."

Fan Wenquan was also silent.

He Xiangdong smiled indifferently. He also understood this principle. He had already seen a lot now. He said, "You are too polite. Can you be lucky? I want to speak crosstalk well now, saying that I like to say and the audience likes to listen to."

Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai both nodded with serious expressions.

Seeing the two old gentlemen like this, He Xiangdong smiled and continued, "The twelve homework has not been performed yet. Do you have white marble powder here? I'll give you a white sand word, and you can't even get a double act."

Zhang Wenhai waved his hand and said, "Okay, no need, you can't use it, you can't use it now, and you can't use it for the other subjects, as Fang Wenqi's apprentice, it would be really embarrassing."

He Xiangdong also smiled.

Fan Wenquan looked at He Xiangdong for a while and suddenly asked, "I remember your master knows more than 500 traditional crosstalks. How much have you learned?"

Zhang Wenhai also looked at it carefully.

He Xiangdong also looked at his uncle and said, "More than this."

Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai took a cold breath together. The two looked at each other, but they couldn't hide their eyes. Quanfu turned his gaze to He Xiangdong again. He smiled bitterly and sighed: "I took Guo Qing to compete with your master back then, but now it seems that Guo Qingyuan is not as good as you."

He Xiangdong smiled and shook his head without answering.

Zhang Wenhai also exclaimed: "I am really worthy of being Fang Wenqi's apprentice. Your master was my idol back then. It seems that I did not admire the wrong person."

He Xiangdong also smiled and said, "So you can learn from my master to make a big deal, right?"

Zhang Wenhai was also a little embarrassed: "Hi, don't mention that."

He Xiangdong suddenly turned his gaze to Fan Wenquan and said in confusion: "Uncle Master, this is wrong. The old man is learning from my master to retire. He was fired because he was not a hooligan."

Fan Wenquan was also stunned.

Zhang Wenhai's face immediately turned dark.

Fan Wenquan hurriedly explained: "I didn't, I didn't say he was a hooligan."

"You old guy, who are you talking about?" Zhang Wenhai opened his mouth and cursed. The gentle old man who seemed to be scolding others was not vague.

Fan Wenquan also explained: "I really don't. It's this child who said it nonsense. He wronged me. If you don't believe me, please ask him."

He Xiangdong was stunned and quickly explained: "Yes, yes, yes, I was talking nonsense. I was wrong. I was wrong. I'm sorry, you."

Zhang Wenhai didn't believe it at all: "You don't have to help this bastard, okay, you actually arranged me in front of the younger generation, you guys."

Fan Wenquan's temper also came up: "I don't believe it when I tell you, you old man dares to scold me. I really think I have a good temper."

Zhang Wenhai was even more angry: "Huh, how dare you be so arrogant in swearing?"

These two old men started arguing, and He Xiangdong was holding a smirk next to him, and he also interjected his words from time to time to persuade him to fight. All these guys were pretending to be innocent, which is to say crosstalk.

Zhang Wenhai's daughter also came out to take a look. She saw that she had not started fighting and went back to the inner room. It seemed that she was not surprised by this situation.

He Xiangdong also brought the tea up and watched the two old men fight while drinking tea. It was very interesting. He was afraid that the two of them would not have enough combat power, so he was busy adding tea to them. This man was considered a loss to his home.

After a long quarrel, the two old men were tired and had a quit. They picked up a cup of cold tea and poured it on to moisten their throats. The quarrel was full of physical strength.

Zhang Wenhai put the teacup heavily on the coffee table and said angrily to Fan Wenquan: "Say, what are you looking for me this time?"

Fan Wenquan didn't mind Zhang Wenhai's attitude. He pointed at He Xiangdong, but stared at Zhang Wenhai with a serious expression: "It's hard for this child to love crosstalk so much, be willing to contribute to crosstalk, and be so capable, so while we are old people can still move, I plan to gather our resources and abilities to support this child, just treat it as supporting crosstalk. What do you think?"

He Xiangdong was stunned when he heard this.
Chapter completed!