He Xiangdong has never been an idealist, nor does he believe in those illusory things. He treats the ancestors and worships the door god of wealth as traditional customs, but if he believes it too much, there is no such thing.

He has been in the world for so many years, and has encountered more difficulties and difficulties. Any time he has relied on gods, demons and monsters to help solve it? Isn’t it all his own struggles with others with wits and courage?

Zi said no wonder that the strange powers and the gods were in chaos.

But today He Xiangdong didn't know why he was so uneasy. He couldn't even sit still. He always felt that he was so panicked and vaguely felt that something was going to be like he was going to be like he was.

This is not the kind of imagination of natural disasters, but the natural sensitivity of an excellent crosstalk artist to the artistic level of his peers. Just like the sixth sense of a martial arts master can tell whether his opponent can pose a threat to him, He Xiangdong's feeling is like this.

His uneasiness comes from his uncertainty about Ma Jinshan and their strength. He Xiangdong has watched their re-examination video many times, but he always feels that these two people are hiding their strength.

The purpose of He Xiangdong coming ahead was not just to say hello, but also to touch the details of the two of them. Unfortunately, they were about to go on stage before they had been chatting here, and He Xiangdong didn't come up with anything.

The last laugh at each other when Ma Jinshan and Tian Futang left completely aroused He Xiangdong's uneasiness. He couldn't stay in the backstage anymore. He had to watch the performances of these two people to be at ease.

As soon as the two of them left, He Xiangdong immediately followed. After the two of them came on stage, He Xiangdong listened to them talking crosstalk near the stage door. There was a problem with the stage setting of the theater. There was no performance from the stage door, but it was enough for He Xiangdong to hear the sound of the speaker and the feedback from the audience.

Ma Jinshan and Tian Futang, two crosstalk artists from the south, walked to the stage, and they were fat and thin, smart and honest. They stood on the stage before they could speak, and many viewers couldn't help but smile.

This is actually the fate of Taiwan.

"Crossing Talk Actor Ma Jinshan."

"Crossing Talk Actor Tian Futang."

"Go on stage and bow."

Applause rang out.

He Xiangdong, who was on the court, frowned and listened very seriously to the crosstalk of the two on the stage.

The famous crosstalk artist Yin Ye sat next to Mr. Ma San. He is Ma San's apprentice and a judge in the Peony Award crosstalk final.

He said to Mr. Ma San, "Master, these two are the apprentices of Mr. Zhang Yong of Jiangnan Banner. They are always talking crosstalk in the south. They are still very famous in the south."

Mr. Ma was in poor health and had a sick face. In fact, he had already contracted bladder cancer at this time, but it had not been detected yet. He looked at the two people on the stage and nodded slightly: "Oh, it's Xiao Zhang Mazi's apprentice."

"Hehe yes." Mr. Yin laughed dryly.

There are two Zhang Mazi in the crosstalk world. Mr. Zhang Dequan, the eight virtues of crosstalk, is known as Zhang Mazi. Other artists in the eight virtues of crosstalk also have nicknames, such as Mr. Zhou Deshan, the master of Ma Sanye, whose nickname is Zhou Haoma.

There is also Mr. Yu Delong's nickname is Tianyan Yuzi, because his eyes are very big and it is scary to glare. He is also the senior brother of the crosstalk artist of the De generation, and the chief of the crosstalk yi sect of that generation.

There is also the heartthrob Mr. Li Dejian. His heartthrob nickname was inherited. His grandfather also spoke crosstalk. He was called a heartthrob at that time. After Li Dejian spoke crosstalk, the audience gave him the nickname Little Heartthrob. After his grandfather passed away, he inherited the nickname "The Heartthrob nickname".

The nicknames of crosstalk artists are good, ugly, and fun, but as long as they are given by the audience, they will be happy to accept them. This is the audience's recognition of the artists, and they can even make a name for themselves even louder with this nickname.

The crosstalk artists of that era were very free and easy, and were good at self-deprecating. That era was also the era when crosstalk was the most vigorous, with many famous artists emerging and magnificent.

The second little Zhang Mazi is Zhang Yongye. In fact, this is really not a swear word. In another sense, this is a kind of praise. You are a younger generation called the nickname of the eight virtues of crosstalk by your peers. Isn’t this a kind of recognition and approval?

Mr. Ma San continued to talk, "I haven't seen Xiao Zhang Mazi for one day, and I don't know how he is. How good are his two apprentices?"

Master Yin smiled and said, "Master, are you going to give me a palm?"

"Well, Xiao Zhang Mazi sent an apprentice to participate in the Peony Award. Of course, that level is not wrong. Just look at how good these two people are as good as their master." Mr. Ma San said again.

Ma Jinshan said: "If we want to say that this sounds good, we still have to count the single strings in our folk art."

Tian Futang praised him and said, "Oh, then you can give us a few words."

Ma Jinshan waved his hand and smiled: "This can't come."

"What's wrong?"

Ma Jinshan explained: "We lack musical instruments here, how can we do this?"

Tian Futang said angrily: "I think you don't know anything at all. You are just a pig's nose and are pretending to be like a pig."

Ma Jinshan was also angry, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hey, I'll let you pull your butt today."

Tian Futang praised: "What do you say?"

Ma Jinshan said: "I will open your eyes today, I will open my eyes today."

"Hey. Don't you say this silly. Don't you think there is no musical instrument? I have someone, come and bring a sanxian." Tian Futang recruited him at the back.

Ma Jinshan said in surprise: "Oh, it's really interesting. Come on, let's play it for me."

Tian Futang was not vague either. He sat on a chair with swan bone nails on his hands. The three-string string was relatively hard. If he didn't wear fake nails, his fingers were easily injured.

After Tian Futang sat down, he flicked his fingers and the melodious melody of the Sanxian floated out. He Xiangdong listened to it in the background. This Sanxian, who had been playing for at least ten years, has a lot of skills.

The audience also applauded and cheered loudly. In fact, it is not that traditional art has lost its charm. It is often because modern people are too impetuous. To appreciate traditional art, you must be calm. If you can't calm down, you will naturally feel that traditional art is boring.

Now I suddenly heard the Sanxian played by Tian Futang, and the eyes of the audience were lit up, and they were all attracted.

The judges of the jury also nodded.

The director of the film crew, Wang Zichen, also shouted loudly in the headphones: "The man with Sanxian is tapped by the second machine, give him a close-up of his fingers, and then slowly pull it away."

Ma Jinshan joked on the stage: "Oh, the conversation is good. At this level, I can listen to Qi Duaner at the entrance of our community, and they are still in charge of the meal."

Tian Futang stopped Sanxian and cursed: "Go, can you still sing or not? I have matched all the strings for you. What do you want to do?"

Ma Jinshan smiled: "I'm still anxious. I'm still missing an octagonal drum here."

Tian Futang smiled and said, "I knew you would have prepared it for you if you said this long ago. Come on, someone and bring the octagonal drum."

Ma Jinshan suddenly turned his head and was stunned.

Seeing this, the audience laughed loudly and started to cheer.

Ma Jinshan held the octagonal drum in his hand and flipped it back and forth, and he was stunned.

"Ah" the audience cheered.

Ma Jinshan looked at the audience and got angry. Yi rolled up his sleeves and said, "Do you think I really can't?"

"Yes" the audience spoke.

Ma Jinshan waved at Tian Futang: "Come on, let's get the strings, let's have Duan Qiujing."

As soon as Ma Jinshan opened his voice, He Xiangdong's face became ugly.
Chapter completed!