Mushroom Hut: I still say you’re not a singer for funerals and funerals
43Learning ancient teachings!

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This scene was right.

There was no need to prepare, no need to discuss, just open your mouth and it would be done.

The fans and viewers in the live broadcast room could not help but widen their eyes.

F * ck! The deputy director of the National Drama Academy had personally acted with Brother Jiang!

Was this a test? Training? Test?

Old Mr. Li took the Overlord Steps and sang,""You've been so panicked because of this!”

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Bai Nianbai said. What is the outcome of today's battle?"

The Overlord shook his head and sighed." The spear has picked off several generals of the Han camp. However, the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. It is difficult to win." This is the fate of Chu, not the crime of war!!”

"Victory and defeat are common for the militarists," replied Jiang Bai."What is there to worry about? I have prepared wine, and the king to drink a few cups, to eliminate boredom ~!”

The two of them were immersed in the scene in a second and answered freely. It was as if they had already drawn the face, put on the costume, and stepped onto the stage of the pear garden.

There was no audience.

However, the sea, the seagulls, and the endless sky that was filled with fog were the audience!

There was no song.

However, the sound of waves on the sea and the cries of seagulls were all music!

This time, there was no mocking of the drama in the live broadcast room. All the fans and audience were shocked!

"Is this what it means to be a top-notch opera actor?”

"You got into character in a second. Look at Old Mr. Li's eyes, look at Brother Jiang's eyes. The feelings inside were instantly there!”

"Isn't this ten thousand times better than some modern actors who shout numbers expressionlessly?”

"When Old Mr. Li and Brother Jiang sang, I actually liked it for some reason. No way, could it be that I also like opera?”

"Speaking of which, is there anyone who knows what's going on? Tell me, how did Brother Jiang do? Will Old Mr. Li be satisfied after singing?”

"I don't understand…"

"I know a little, but I don't dare to comment…"

"Ha! There it was! Brother Jiang was already very talented in folk arts. Today's performance was also superb. He was in full form and performed perfectly. Old Mr. Li would definitely be satisfied!”

"You are?"

"I'm Xiao Liuzi, and Old Mr. Li is my great-grandfather!”

"Greetings, big shot!"

"So you're the descendant of a big shot.”

"That primary school student? F * ck!"

“……”

Behind the scenes, Wang Zhengyu and the others were also nervously watching the opera performance in front of them, their hearts pounding.

Old Master Li was not testing him, but he still felt a sense of panic that made his heart fly out of his chest.

After all, Old Mister Li had come here specifically for Jiang Bai.

Therefore, whether or not Jiang Bai could satisfy Old Mister Li was also related to the life they yearned for this time…

"Hahaha!"

All of a sudden, Old Mr. Li, who had been in front of him for nearly twenty minutes, raised his head and laughed heartily.

Laugh?

Wang Zhengyu, as well as the fans and viewers in the live broadcast room, who had gathered more than 300,000 fans, heaved a sigh of relief.

Old Master Li smiled. Did that mean…

No!

After laughing, Old Mr. Li's expression changed immediately. He suddenly became very strict, like those extremely strict teachers in ancient dramas.

Wang Zhengyu, as well as the 700,000 viewers, held their breaths and subconsciously did not even dare to breathe loudly.

He was also afraid for no reason.

As expected of the vice president of a national theater. This aura and pressure was a little too much!

It was transmitted far away through the screen…

Jiang Bai was still calm and collected. Standing on the reef, he bowed to Old Mister Li from afar and said loudly,"

"Jiang Bai greets Mister."

Old Mister Li was unmoved. His expression was still extremely stern. In the morning fog, he asked sternly,"How should we learn folk arts?”

Jiang Bai said with a faint smile. His voice was calm, but his words were firm.

"Since ancient times, one must have the ability to plan.

Since we are engaged in this industry, we should concentrate on our studies.

In the future, he would be famous all over the world, based on his youth.

Besides, you boys are not stupid.

Moreover, the lessons taught are not forced to be carried out?

If you don't do your job now, you won't be successful in the future.

If you listen to outsiders 'instigation, you will waste your life forever!

Your parents and brothers, who doesn't want you to be famous?

Moreover, the pursuit of self-reliance is the world's competition.

As for making friends, it is also in the five ethics.

It's all because you're young, how can you know that life is difficult?

……”

Jiang Bai said in a clear voice. He recited it skillfully, as if it had been carved into his bones. His voice echoed in the sea.

Naturally, it was also heard by the audience and fans.

At first, no one understood and were at a loss. It was only when a bullet screen suddenly pointed out: "This is an ancient teaching."

After the name was mentioned, many people immediately turned to Du Niang.

All of a sudden, the bullet comments were in chaos. It was a hubbub. Everyone was either shocked, surprised, listening, or happy for Jiang Bai.

Because the first sentence of the ancient teaching of learning arts was:

It is passed down to our disciples, and all students must listen carefully!

What did it mean?

My disciple, my disciple…this is taking in a disciple!

"Until now, there are still many more powerful artists. The older generation of artists still use this custom.”

"Does that mean that Old Mr. Li has taken a fancy to Brother Jiang and wants to take him as his disciple?”

" Brother Jiang is awesome!"

"The vice president of a national theater is personally accepting a disciple! My God, I've opened my eyes today."

"Brother Jiang's life is about to be cheated!”

No one could doubt the power of the Vice President of the National Drama Academy.

After all, this was a true senior in the entertainment industry, an old antique!

Anyone who saw him would have to address him as Teacher Li.

Moreover, not to mention Old Mr. Li himself, even his son and daughter-in-law's generation probably had a very high status.

He had taught at the Imperial Capital's Academy of Traditional Chinese Arts for many years, and the connections and power he had were unimaginable to ordinary people.

After Jiang Bai became his disciple, if he wanted to develop in the entertainment industry in the future, wouldn't he become the crown prince in an instant? Everyone had to be polite?

Wang Zhengyu had the same thought as the bullet screen. He was pleasantly surprised, but he suppressed the excitement on his face.

If Jiang Bai really succeeded in becoming a teacher in the life they yearned for, then as the middleman of this show, in the future…Whoa! Zhenzhen's future was limitless!

On the reef.

After Jiang Bai finished reciting.

He himself walked down from the reef.

Old Mister Li smiled." You have a good foundation, and your thinking is commendable. Young man, are you willing to take me as your master?"”

It's here, it's here, it's really here!

Everyone, including Wang Zhengyu, was excited at this moment! He was extremely excited, and his eyes were shining!

Jiang Bai shook his head gently and said apologetically,""I'm sorry, Mr. Li. I already have a master, and he's still alive.”

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