It had been a long time since Sanqing Garden had been so lively. In the past, it was the audience who cheered. This time, it was really hilarious.
Everyone backstage was already in awe. This Little Uncle-Master had just left. He was really unfathomable.
Luan Yunping smiled and said,"This part is almost the same as what our master said more than ten years ago. This bag is also a little similar."”
Yue Yunpeng, who was beside him, said,"The baggage is also useless. It's the same baggage. If we go up and perform, the audience won't be happy at all." This burden was left behind by the ancestor, so it depended on who used it. You can perform for your Uncle-Master, but the few of us can't do it.“
In fact, Yue Yunpeng had a deep understanding of it. When he first held a special show, the last show he did was to say "I want to be happy" with Guo Degang.
This was Guo Degang's classic joke. In the end, Yue Yunpeng teased him. Many of the jokes were exactly the same as the original, but they didn't sound. It was only then that Yue Yunpeng realized that this crosstalk was too deep. It was definitely not something that could be explained clearly in a few words.
After everyone finished laughing, Li Mubai continued to act.
"The old lady thought that if her own son couldn't touch her, her wife definitely couldn't either. She had to cut off her flesh from her daughter-in-law.”
Yang Jiulang pursed his lips and said,"I'd say it's from my wife."”
"Yo, you're really going all out with your wife.”
"She's the only one with a different surname. Who else can I cut if not her?”
"You're really ruthless. Who would dare to marry you in the future?”
The girls below started to jeer again."I'm willing, I'm willing!"
Li Mubai pointed at the audience." Whoever is willing, cut a few kilograms of meat to save your mother-in-law."”
The audience burst into laughter again. Yang Jiulang took the opportunity to give Li Mubai a shoulder so that Li Mubai could continue.
"This old lady has to wake up her daughter-in-law first. Little Pan, Little Pan."
"My wife's surname is Pan."
"Golden Lotus, Golden Lotus."
"My wife, Pan Jinlian?"
"Yeah, this name is so good."
"Even if it's good, it can't be called this!"
"When your wife woke up, she was grumpy and complained. What are you shouting for? After calling me father-in-law and mother-in-law for the entire night, are you still going to let me sleep?”
The audience started to laugh again. Although there were some ethical jokes in it, Li Mubai hid them and let the audience experience it themselves.
Yang Jiulang was anxious. This father-in-law didn't call him that. I'm sleeping beside him. I can prove that father-in-law didn't call me.”
Many of the little girls laughed out loud when they heard the string of Copper Strikes.
The team leaders behind him also smiled and admired him. This martial uncle was really capable. He could guess this burden, but he couldn't help but laugh when his Uncle-Master performed it.
Unknowingly, these experts had been brought in by his martial uncle. This was the power. In the past, he only had this ability when he listened to his master's crosstalk. No one else had seen it.
The content was very simple. Li Mubai acted as Yang Jiulang's mother and daughter-in-law. He performed the young woman and the old woman to the fullest.
The audience below stared fixedly at Li Mubai. They were unwilling to blink, afraid that they would miss a small opportunity.
After all, although crosstalk was for listening, one had to watch the performance. Sometimes, an actor's casual expression or action could bring about a huge joke.
In the end, this Master Sutra was a song, the Sutra of Increasing Blessing and Longevity. In fact, it was the first day he came to the gates of hell.
Now, everyone backstage was pricking up their ears, wanting to see how their Uncle-Master's singing was.
Yesterday, his Uncle-Master had recited Duan Guankou. Anyway, according to his Master, that was because he had profound martial arts skills. Today, he wanted to see what his Uncle-Master's tone was like.
However, when Li Mubai opened his mouth, everyone backstage was shocked.
Backstage, there were some who sang better. There was no need to talk about the hoarse voice of the sesame seed cake. That Xiao Yue's voice was higher. He had a widow's accent and was good at singing.
Needless to say, Zhang Yunlei had learned Peking opera from elementary school. However, when Li Mubai sang it, it felt different.
Li Mubai was already at the peak of his mastery. He started to speak tactfully, opening his mouth, closing his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth. In a simple sentence, four or five words had changed several tones.
This sound was like a mountain range that rose and fell. It was so comfortable to listen to. Outsiders listened to the excitement, while insiders listened to the ability.
At the end, Yang Jiulang dug a hole and the two of them bowed down from the stage.
Just as he was about to walk back, the girls below raised their phones and started shouting.
"One more, don't go."
"One more. Encore."
As the two of them were about to leave the stage, the announcer came up to remind them that there was still some time and they could return to the small stage.
This comeback was actually a way to increase his popularity. Li Mubai's standard was so high today that everyone remembered him. Many people had already started recording this crosstalk, wanting to upload it online.
Li Mubai and Yang Jiulang discussed and agreed to return. He would either say some short phrases or show some talent.
Li Mubai cleared his throat and planned to speak a short paragraph. At this moment, the little girl wearing a mask at the side suddenly spoke.
"Li Mubai, sing!"
When Li Mubai saw this, he was amused.
"Alright, let me sing a song. Since you're the only one supporting me today, I'll sing for you.”
The little girl felt very sweet in her heart. She suddenly felt as if she had booked the entire place.
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