Fang Wenqi thought to himself, I'm afraid he can't worship him. What should I do if Wang Miwei's inheritance? According to legend, their yizhi'er has always been single-handed. I think Wang Miwei should not have taken disciples yet. He is so old. What if something happens to him, what should I do if there is a stand-up crosstalk?

Fang Wenqi is still thinking about saving traditional crosstalk, and is still thinking about whether these complete and good stand-ups will be lost. Simply

Fang Wenqi was also a little confused about the current situation. He Xiangdong did not become a disciple. With this child's personality, he could not do such a thing. But why did he get along with Wang Miwei and come to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year? What's going on?

"Senior, you are indeed an old senior." Zhang Yushu couldn't figure out the situation, and he was still very excited now.

"Dad, what's going on?" Zhang Shubai couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Yushu hurriedly said, "Oh, this guy."

Wang Miwei stood up and interrupted Zhang Yushu: "Mr. Zhang, I'll go back to my room first, I'm losing my companion. You two should come with me."

Zhang Yushu was stunned.

Zhang Shubai was also stunned. Where is this going?

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong followed Wang Miwei into the room with their own thoughts. Wang Miwei sat down on his bed, stretched out his hand, and said, "Come on, sit there."

Fang Wenqi sat on the stool next to the table. He frowned and thoughtless, and did not speak. He Xiangdong did not sit, he was standing behind Fang Wenqi.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit dull. Seeing that the two elders were not speaking, He Xiangdong didn't dare to speak first. He was also a little confused now and didn't know how things would happen.

After being silent for a while, Wang Miwei spoke first: "Do you know my origin?"

Fang Wenqi nodded: "Yes, I heard from a senior who said this before."

Wang Miwei nodded.

After thinking about it, Fang Wenqi asked, "Do you have a successor?"

Wang Miwei replied: "No."

Fang Wenqi was slightly stunned and looked back at his apprentice.

Wang Miwei said: "Okay, don't look at it anymore. The person I like is your apprentice."

"It's true." Fang Wenqi said in his heart.

He Xiangdong hung his head, not knowing what to say.

Fang Wenqi thought for a while and said, "I don't object to this child's appointment as his teacher. This is also a blessing for the child."

Wang Miwei was slightly depressed. This person was so generous. The master and apprentice were like father and son. How could there be no child who could make his children recognize others as fathers? There is a situation where the horses crossed, but they were usually born when both branches were single-passed. If you don’t pass on your child, both branches would be out of family. Moreover, the relationship between the two masters should be very good, otherwise no one would be happy to do this.

After this child becomes famous, will he be your disciple or my disciple? Will he be famous for you or me? So there will be problems here.

But Wang Miwei didn't expect Fang Wenqi to agree before he thought about it. This was a bit too easy to talk to.

A warm current surged in He Xiangdong's heart, and it turns out that what Master cares about the most is himself.

Fang Wenqi continued to say: "I also know some of your stand-alone inheritance. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the strongest in the world. It is the fate of this child to learn from you. However, your seniority is too high, and I am afraid that this child will be harmed."

Fang Wenqi is not Haiqing, he also has his own master. Although his master is not famous, he brought him up after all. He also has his master, although he is an old man from the Shou generation who has changed his career in business, he has given them a name for his origin.

If Fang Wenqi was Hai Qing, then you could consider whether he could be included in Wang Miwei's sect, and then things would go smoothly, but the reality was not possible at all.

Besides, how strict the inheritance of this branch is, even if I am willing to worship, I will definitely accept it.

Wang Miwei said: "No, seniority is not a problem at all. You have been in the art world for a lifetime. Do you know what my seniority is?"

Fang Wenqi was stunned. If it weren't for the old artist telling him this story, he wouldn't have known that there was such a tradition in the crosstalk world, let alone whether it was seniority or not.

"Ha." Wang Miwei smiled self-deprecatingly: "If we had paid so much attention to seniority, we would have been unable to pass on our inheritance long ago. We are looking at the qualifications and abilities of the successors. If we meet the standards, we can pass on our skills. After we become a master, we will never tell the outside world our true origin, let alone the generation or not."

No wonder these people don’t have much contact with the crosstalk world, and no one knows their situation. It turns out that these people are all concealed by themselves.

"Why is this?" Fang Wenqi asked in confusion.

Wang Miwei replied briefly: "I'm afraid of trouble."

Fang Wenqi nodded, specializing in stand-up style and extremely strict inheritance standards. These two points alone will be run to death by crosstalk peers, especially in the old society, which is too alternative.

"Okay, Dongzi." Fang Wenqi made a decision: "Come here."

He Xiangdong stood still.

Fang Wenqi turned his head and his tone became slightly stern: "Come here."

"Master." He Xiangdong frowned, a little reluctant.

Fang Wenqi knew that the child was reluctant to leave him, and he couldn't get angry with He Xiangdong. He sighed slightly, and his tone eased a lot: "Do you still remember what I said to you when you worship Mr. Zhang at the age of nine?"

"Remember." He Xiangdong responded.

Fang Wenqi nodded: "Go."

He Xiangdong stood silently for a while, then his face was heavy, and his footsteps were even heavier, and he knelt down. If Wang Miwei was an artist in another industry, he would not be so reluctant, but he was also speaking crosstalk.

Just as he was about to kowtow, Wang Miwei stopped him, He Xiangdong was stunned, and Fang Wenqi looked up and was stunned.

Wang Miwei looked at He Xiangdong with complex eyes, unable to say what it tasted: "I, Wang Miwei, never force anyone, I know you are reluctant to become a disciple."

Hearing this, Fang Wenqi was a little anxious and was about to speak, but Wang Miwei reached out and stopped him.

Wang Miwei continued to say to He Xiangdong: "But I know you are a good child, you are a conscientious person. Forget it, it is not a shame to pass on our stand-alone to you. You have this qualification and this ability. More importantly, your heart is really good. It's a pity that you are not my apprentice."

Wang Miwei's words were bitter and his heart was even more lonely.

He Xiangdong's nose is also sore and tight.

Wang Miwei sighed and laughed at himself: "Forget it, after I pass on you, remember to find the successor for me, teach him the art on my behalf, and let him worship us."

As soon as the words fell, He Xiangdong knocked to the ground, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly: "Students greet you."

Fang Wenqi sighed deeply.

Wang Miwei helped He Xiangdong up, smiled with regret and relief, and stroked He Xiangdong's thick shoulders: "Good boy."

Even if their status has been decided today, they are masters and apprentices, but not masters and apprentices. They are students and teachers, not masters and apprentices. To be continued.
Chapter completed!