"Ah?" He Xiangdong was stunned. Didn't he say that the Jiutou Case that inherited the entire book? How did he become the successor of the mantle?

Wang Miwei looked up at the cold waning moon in the sky, and did not look at He Xiangdong. His old face seemed even more vicissitudes under the cold moonlight.

He Xiangdong looked at Wang Miwei silently, and the two of them did not move forward. Wang Miwei was waiting for He Xiangdong's answer. To be honest, He Xiangdong's heart was very chaotic at this moment.

He has heard the recording of Mr. Wang Miwei, and he is definitely the most famous man in the world, but

He Xiangdong frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Why is it me?"

Wang Miwei still maintained his previous posture and said calmly: "A twenty-three-year-old famous yi master, haha, your qualifications and abilities are enough."

After hearing this, a chill broke out from He Xiangdong's back. Only a famous scholar in his twenties can be the successor of his robe. How high are your requirements?

Wang Miwei withdrew his gaze to look at the moon and turned to He Xiangdong with a gentle look: "You have a good stand-up skill, and you have the true teachings of gold and silver tongues, and have high ventriloquism as an auxiliary. It is rare to have the level of famous masters at a young age. But I didn't expect that your correspondence is so good, and you actually have the level of famous masters. It is really rare to have such achievements in single-handed counterparts, let alone you are only twenty-three. In time, you will definitely be the master of crosstalk in the yi generation."

He Xiangdong's eyes were condensed. The four words "Crossing Talk Master" were too heavy. This was almost the highest evaluation of a crosstalk artist in crosstalk art. If this was said from someone else's mouth, He Xiangdong would probably just smile.

But these words were said from Wang Miwei's mouth, which is too important. This man is not an ordinary person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a crosstalk master.

He Xiangdong is a very humble person, but today he heard Mr. Wang’s praise so high, but he didn’t even mean anything. He just looked at Mr. Wang Miwei quietly without saying anything.

Wang Miwei continued: "Our Yizhier mainly inherits stand-up comedy, and there are many stand-up comedy written by our Yizhier. I can say that in today's crosstalk world, there is no stronger one than our Yizhier people. Our inheritance is the strongest inheritance of stand-up comedy."

It was obviously a very arrogant sentence, but it was so natural to say it from Mr. Wang Miwei.

He Xiangdong was obviously a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved. Even looking for successors, he had to find famous masters in his twenties. This kind of inheritance was simply too strong.

Wang Miwei continued: "I have many students in my life and taught them a lot of things. Unfortunately, their qualifications are not good, and I cannot inherit the mantra of our veins. I am almost eighty years old this year. Wow, sometimes I am really afraid that I will not get up the next day after sleeping at night. I am not afraid of death. The key is that there is no successor to our veins. If I die, how can I have the face to face the ancestors and ancestors when I go down to the ground?"

"Oh," Wang Miwei shook his head and sighed again. His old face had a more unspeakable smell: "Fortunately, now the technology is great. All the old things I know can be recorded. I spent more than half a year, sorted out, recorded a lot of discs, and there were many recordings. The volume I gave you was recorded at that time."

"I thought at that time that even if I died suddenly, at least I still left some things, and then I entrusted the Wu family to help me find the successor and pass them on to him. Of course, watching the disc and listening to the recordings is definitely different from what I taught step by step. However, when I meet someone who is very talented, I can learn a lot. No matter what, at least our inheritance cannot be broken."

"Oh, I originally thought that I, Wang Miwei, could not find a suitable successor, but I didn't expect it. Master Xiao Wu recommended you to me, but I didn't believe it at that time. Master Xiao Wu is an outsider after all, how can I understand the tricks of our philanthropy?"

Wang Miwei sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that your stand-up words were so good. I called Fu Sheng to make things difficult for you. I didn't expect that you would shock him. Hahaha, the famous stand-up artist of Twenty-three, OK, okay, your talent is stronger than me back then. It's rare that your counterpart is also of a famous artist. I have never seen a crosstalk artist as talented as you. It's my master who blesses me with this."

Looking at Mr. Wang's expression, He Xiangdong felt a lot of feelings. He thought of the scene in the teahouse in Xi'an. The competition was really ups and downs. To be honest, He Xiangdong was not absolutely sure at that time. Fu Sheng's strength was too strong, and he was definitely a stand-up artist.

He Xiangdong also tried his best to barely draw with him and obtained a recording of the Jiutou Case. At that time, He Xiangdong thought very simply, just wanted to learn the Jiutou Case. The full version of the Jiutou Case has been lost for too long. Many old artists only know sporadic clips, and everyone said differently.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong have been looking for decades. They have heard too many clips. In the past, crosstalk artists said that they just spoke to make money from the show. No one said the whole book, and everyone said something different. When they passed on the show, they also added a lot of their own things to enter.

The fragmented version is completely unconventional, and He Xiangdong and the others have no way to sort out the full version. This has become Fang Wenqi's heart disease. When He Xiangdong heard the recording for the first time in the hotel, he decided that he had to get the full version of the Nine-headed Case.

In fact, he did it, but he didn't expect that Mr. Wang would actually find himself to be his successor to inherit the legacy of stand-up comedy. They would definitely not have only one full-length nine-head case.

Although He Xiangdong is young, he is very calm, but at this moment he is so excited that he can't hold on. He took a few deep breaths before he barely suppressing his inner excitement. He looked at Wang Miwei's smiling face and asked, "Old man, please ask me, how many stand-up comedy do you know?"

After hearing He Xiangdong's words, Wang Miwei's old face showed a confident smile: "I can do what you have heard. I can do what you have never heard of."

He Xiangdong was shocked in his heart, and the inheritance of this branch was indeed powerful.

"Haha." Mr. Wang smiled: "Just tell you that. The stand-up comedy of the crosstalk door now, no matter which one, is not as good as ours."

The inheritance of crosstalk is not unchanging, nor is it the most primitive one is the best. It has a process of inheritance and development, which will test the level of the descendants. If the level is good, it will be passed down from generation to generation, and the more you change, the better. If the level is secondary, there will be no big fancy.

The inheritance of Mr. Wang requires that the descendants of each generation are famous artists in their twenties, passed down from generation to generation and developed. It is really hard to imagine how perfect those jokes were changed by them.

"So, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" Wang Miwei's eyes were bright, and he smiled, staring at He Xiangdong's eyes.

"Ah." He Xiangdong made a sound in his throat, his eyebrows frowned unconsciously, and raised his eyes to look at Old Master Wang Miwei.

To be continued.
Chapter completed!