"That's right."

"And my master Fang Wenqi, who is also from the Wen generation."

"Yeah, from the literary generation."

He Xiangdongdao: "There are many gentlemen from the Wen generation, like Chongwenmen..."

"Okay, okay, I'm talking nonsense again. Is this Chongwen Sect a good word?"

He Xiangdong smiled and argued: "As for the Wen generation, the Chongwen School is not from the Wen generation."

Zhang Wenhai retorted: "Wow, then you have to let Chongwenmen open his mouth to give you a crosstalk."

He Xiangdong: "You really don't want to say it. The crosstalk spoken by Chongwenmen is not necessarily worse than that of some artists."

"Hahaha……"

"Alas."

The audience started to cheer.

Zhang Wenhai also laughed with his shoulders slanted.

He Xiangdong shook his head and waited for the audience to calm down, he said: "It's not easy. Crosstalk has been passed down to my generation as the seventh generation. It's not easy for more than a hundred years. Crosstalk artists of all generations have suffered varying degrees of suppression."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were terrified, and everyone knew that the play was coming.
Chapter completed!