He Xiangdong smiled and said, "You are still here."

The man also laughed: "Yes, this is a good opportunity, how could I bear to let it go?"

He Xiangdongdao: "It has been more than half a year since we left Xi'an last time. Brother Fu can you do it?"

This person is Fu Sheng, who fought with He Xiangdong in Xi'an last time. He was the acquaintance He Xiangdong saw at the gate of that school during the first exam.

But I didn't expect that he would also come to participate in the Peony Awards. Fu Shenghui spoke stand-up comedy, but he also had a storyteller.

There are no long stand-up crosstalk on the crosstalk stage now, so they can’t go up to perform. Long stand-up is a storytelling, which is different from the jokes of counterparts crosstalk and stand-up, so the criteria for judging are naturally different.

Now no one has ever said that there are only two or three people, so won’t these people make sure to make it to the finals? Because they have no competitors.

So we don’t just talk about long and stand-alone words. If you want to talk about long and stand-alone words, go to the storyteller. Anyway, everyone is storyteller, the form is the same, and the judgment criteria are the same.

So He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng are here. They can come with storytelling and stand-ups anyway, but they are just stories.

Fu Sheng asked, "Is Mr. Wang okay?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "The old man is in Beijing. After the performance is over here, I will take you to see him."

"Okay." Fu Shengyi agreed.

After a moment of silence, Fu Sheng asked again: "You have already worshipped the old man as your teacher."

He Xiangdong laughed dryly, and he couldn't explain the matter between him and Mr. Wang Miwei, so he avoided the important and said lightly: "I'm learning from the old man now."

Fu Sheng nodded and smiled and said, "This is a good thing. The old man is very capable. I have benefited a lot from the old man's advice back then, let alone you, the successor of the robe and mantle. Alas, I don't know how good your current level is, I'm afraid it's completely better than me."

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled, waved his hand and said, "What did Brother Fu say? I am just a stupid bird flying hard and I can only listen to the books I speak now, so I dare not compare with you."

People live a life of their faces and trees live a life of their skin. Artists pay great attention to their reputation and reputation, so when they meet, they always hold the other person and speak. Only those who are fledgling will be arrogant and self-righteous.

Fu Sheng smiled a few times and didn't say much. Last time in the battle of Xi'an, He Xiangdong had the strength to be close to the famous masters, but he still lost to himself.

More than half a year has passed, and Fu Sheng doesn't know how strong this person's strength has grown. But I think it wouldn't make a leaps and bounds, after all, this person is too young.

Young means not enough accumulation and a weak foundation. Even with a master like Wang Miwei, I think there will be no progress. If a middle-aged man who has been studying stand-up crosstalk for decades gets Wang Miwei's guidance, it will be like a flash of clouds and a fog, and it is not surprising that his storytelling skills have made great progress.

Traditional artists need to become disciples when learning arts, because you may not be able to find that layer of window paper in your life by relying on yourself to explore it yourself. If a famous teacher comes to guide you, it will be much easier. People have experienced the window paper you can’t touch many times. If you give you a little bit of a word, you will suddenly become enlightened.

At that time, Wang Miwei gave Fu Sheng a little guidance and told him where the window paper was, and Fu Sheng felt enlightened.

After all, He Xiangdong is too young and without decades of accumulation, even if he learns from famous teachers, he can only do it step by step, and it is impossible to make a big progress.

So Fu Sheng was still complimenting He Xiangdong in his words, but in his heart, he still thought He Xiangdong was not as good as his.

He Xiangdong just smiled and didn't say much. When he saw Fu Sheng again, he also wanted to fight. He also wanted to verify how good his current level was.

"Can you really surpass this former opponent?" As he chatted and laughed, war ignited in He Xiangdong's eyes.

After the opening competition of the theater, He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng walked inside. Fu Sheng looked at He Xiangdong's back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself: "This storytelling achievement is determined to be above me in the future, but now hehe, I'm afraid I can only surpass him this time today."

The storytelling competition officially began, and the jury of the storytelling competition was not as spectacular as crosstalk. They only had twelve teachers, but they covered the various genres.

Mr. Gu, the vice chairman of the Qu Association, is currently the head of the storytelling industry, but today the judge of the jury is not him, so he can only sit respectfully next to the white old man.

The old man is named Bai Kuoshan. His status in the storytelling world is still above Teacher Gu. He is Taishan Beidou in the storytelling world. However, he has retired and no longer cares about it. However, this time the Peony Award still invites Mr. Bai Kuoshan out to support the situation.

Teacher Gu is already the head of the storytelling school, but he still respects Mr. Bai Kuoshan very much. He is a lower seniority than Mr. Bai and is a disciple-oriented etiquette.

Teacher Gu said: "Uncle Bai, how hard you work today, help us check it carefully."

Mr. Bai Kuoshan has all his beards and has old spots on his face, but his complexion is pretty good, and his voice is very clear: "It's okay, it's a pleasure to see the level of our current storyteller. I can't say that I can find a few good seedlings."

Teacher Gu smiled and said, "Yes, Uncle Master, you have a unique vision. I hope that the level of these juniors can reach your Dharma eye."

Bai Kuoshan asked with a smile: "Jiantao, your apprentice Xiao Du should be the top among the young generation now."

When talking about his apprentice, Teacher Gu's face was filled with a proud smile. His apprentice is the well-deserved first among the young storytellers. He is only over thirty years old, but he has won all the awards that can be won in China.

Moreover, he said in the radio group that the listening rate of long storytelling is quite high, and it even surpasses the viewing rate of most TV programs. You should know that it is the era of TV, and no one listens to the radio anymore, but his apprentice Du Yuefeng can still do this. What a rare thing.

At present, the most popular storytelling actor in the storytelling industry is probably Du Yuefeng. The seniors in the storytelling industry all have high expectations for Du Yuefeng and believe that he will definitely grow into the backbone of the storytelling school in the future. Teacher Gu has carefully trained Du Yuefeng and is ready to let his beloved disciple take over his class.

Teacher Gu was extremely satisfied with his apprentice, but he was still very polite: "Xiao Du is pretty good at taking the lead in Beijing, but today's Peony Award brings together storytellers from all over the country. China is so big, and there are hidden dragons everywhere. There must be young people who are more powerful than Xiao Du. Xiao Du's ability is nothing in the country."

Bai Kuoshan glanced at Teacher Gu indifferently. He was so sophisticated that he could see what Teacher Gu was thinking. But to be honest, Xiao Du's storytelling is indeed very good, no less than the older generation, and he was even praised by his colleagues as the first young generation.

"But will that young man come? He is the successor of that person." Bai Kuoshan's eyes looked faint and a huge figure appeared in his eyes.
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