Reborn I am the second generation of stars

Chapter 1213 Scalp tingling
The audience was in constant shock.

Xu Qian looked at Tan Zhen and said hesitantly, "Master!"

He looked at Xu Qian and suddenly shouted: "Bring my knife!"

Xu Qian was taken aback, and said loudly, "Master!"

"Didn't you listen to me?"

Tan Zhen said to Xu Qian.

Xu Qian reluctantly handed him the knife.

This passage was adapted by Xu Qian himself. He had seen similar adaptations and thought they were very good, so he used them.

Tan Zhen took the knife, and his momentum suddenly changed again, becoming full of momentum.

Gongs and drums sounded again.

The next moment, the audience saw actors in Tsing Yi filing out from the side of the stage. They came to the stage together. This scene is a classic, and the audience stared straight at it!
Then dozens of martial arts performers came on stage, playing with knives, guns and sticks. The applause of the crowd never stopped for a moment, and it lasted for a long time.

On the stage, Tan Zhen began to use magic swords, chopping and slashing, and he played vigorously.

"it is good!"

The audience once again burst into applause and applauded loudly.

"Old and strong, this is an old artist. Although his body is old, he will not admit defeat."

"Pretty!"

"It's so beautiful."

"This is the real artist, and he is full of momentum at such an age."

"Awesome!!!!!!!!!"

"Like Tan Zhen."

"Mr. Tan Zhen still seems to be in high spirits, and his glory remains the same as before."

"I've become a fan of Mr. Tan Zhen, how can I break it?????"

"From now on, Mr. Tan Zhen will be my idol!!!!!!"

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Master Feng and others also showed reverence to Tan Zhen.

At such an age, but still so dedicated, this is a real artist.

At the same time, they also admired Xu Qian very much. It was really amazing that he was able to invite Tan Zhen out of the mountain.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, when Tan Zhen was performing the last move of flipping the big knife, he suddenly staggered and fell to the side. The audience covered their mouths, as if they had foreseen a tragedy.

"Be careful."

Many audience members exclaimed.

They were full of reverence for Tan Zhen, an old artist, and naturally they didn't want him to be wronged.

"Master!"

Xu Qian screamed, and quickly stepped forward to support him!
But Tan Zhen pushed Xu Qian away directly, holding the handle of the knife, panting there with his head down, for a moment, the originally noisy scene immediately fell silent.

Tan Zhen said to Xu Qian with a lonely face, "Baby, have you seen it?"

Tan Zhen said bitterly: "I'm getting old..."

But then, his expression became agitated, and his voice began to tremble: "But my ability of more than 70 years... I can't take it away!"

Everyone was moved when they heard this.

At this moment, the low-pitched music sounded, and everyone felt that a big stone was pressing on their hearts. They were depressed, too depressed, and the most important thing was that they couldn't vent their depression.

He poked the handle of the knife on the ground again, making a 'bang' sound, and he turned his head to look at Xu Qian again, pointed at him, and said to him: "Today, if you want to say that you wiped my neck and splashed you boy I'm full of blood, if you can learn it, I will never be ambiguous!"

His voice was full of pathos.

Xu Qian was moved.

All the audience at the scene were moved.

Tan Zhen's words pierced their hearts like a sharp knife.

Many people just feel more depressed in their hearts.

Tan Zhen held up the big knife with trembling hands, and slowly handed it to Xu Qian.

One word came to Master Feng's mind, that is inheritance.

Seeing this scene, many people felt a little stuck in their hearts. They wanted to cry but couldn't cry. Everyone fell silent.

Xu Qian took the sword with trembling hands, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in them.

At the same time, the camera turned to the audience below, and their eyes were all red. Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Clap clap clap."

The audience spontaneously applauded.

Although this scene is not funny, it makes people feel quite shocked.

"Who said Xu Qian can only be funny?"

"Who said that?"

At this time, someone started this post on the Internet.

"I was stunned when I saw the three artists perform Allegro, Beijing Rhythm Drum and Peking Opera. Their skills are so superb that they shocked people's souls and shocked people's hearts."

"I just want to ask who said Xu Qian can only be funny?"

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Everyone commented:

"Yeah, this cross talk drama is very emotional, I almost cried watching it."

"I am the kind of person who is not easily moved, but just now when Mr. Tan Zhen knelt down, my tears were rolling in my eyes. This kind of work is a good work."

"Good works don't necessarily make people funny."

"I seem to have seen real art. It turns out that art is really so beautiful."

"This cross talk drama gave me a chance to get in touch with art at close range."

"The performances of the three masters are really shocking, amazing, very amazing!!!!!!"

"I admire Xu Qian the most. He was able to write such a shocking cross talk drama."

"Those who despise Xu Qian should take a good look at this cross talk show? Xu Qian can only be funny? This is the biggest deception in the world."

"Awesome, really very powerful."

"Xu Qianke is not only good at being funny, he also knows art, or he is the person who knows art best."

"Those who question Xu Qian should shut up!!!!!!"

"Xu Qian was able to invite these three masters, it is very, very remarkable."

"A product produced by Xu Qian must be a high-quality product. Every work of Xu Qian is such a classic."

"This year's Spring Festival Gala really opened my eyes. It is definitely the best Spring Festival Gala I have ever seen."

"Hehe, those who questioned Xu Qian should have realized their mistake, don't their faces hurt?"

"Some people should apologize to Xu Qian. Don't think that because you are an old man, you can rely on the old and sell the old, and be disrespectful to the old."

"Hehe, those shameless people should shut up."

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Li Mi has also been paying attention to the comments on the Internet. When he saw these comments, his face was very ugly. Although he didn't name them, he knew that those people were mocking him.

He was really aggrieved in his heart, his reputation among the people has always been very high, but because he was against Xu Qian this time, he was criticized and scolded, saying that he relied on the old to sell the old, that he was disrespectful to the old, and now He was even accused of being scolded by people.

This is really intolerable.

What makes him most uncomfortable is that he still has to hold back his aggrieved energy in his heart, because "The Garden of Pears" is indeed a work of high style, and he can't find any reason for it even if he wants to criticize it.

Tan Zhen's performance just now shocked him, it really is getting stronger and stronger, and more importantly, there is a sense of tragic fate.

This kind of tragic sense of fate generally only appears in those epic works,
But this time it appeared in the work "The Garden of Pears", which is enough to show the excellence of the work "The Garden of Pears".

"I can't believe it's going to be so exciting."

Li Mi secretly said in his heart.

A true classic has to be brilliant from start to finish, or it's anticlimactic.

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"It's impossible to be so classic in the future."

Li Mi comforted himself in his heart.

He desperately hoped that Xu Qian would fail, so that he could mock Xu Qian wantonly.

And this moment.

Xu Qian held the big knife with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Tan Zhen sighed and shook his head, then turned and went back to the room.

That back view looked a little stooped, and everyone felt a little sad.

"It hurts so much."

"I don't know why I feel my heart hurts so much."

"It's so depressing."

"Hate Xu Qian, why did you show us such a work."

"This work is really excellent."

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Master Feng also admired in his heart, a really good work can not only make people laugh, but also make people cry.

It's not easy to make people laugh, and it's even harder to make people cry.

And this is what makes Xu Qian amazing. He can make people laugh, but also make people feel sad, shocking inexplicably.

This is a great state, and there are not many people who can reach this state.

At least Master Feng has only seen one person in these years, and that person is Xu Qian.

"He's really a prodigy."

At this moment, many leaders are also watching this cross talk drama.

A big guy said: "This is the real work."

Another tycoon commented: "This is what is called both refined and popular."

"Who said the Spring Festival Gala can't perform in style?"

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All the bosses praised Xu Qianna, which was something no one thought about.

At this time, Pei Yuanqing waved to Xu Qian and said, "Come on, man."

Pointing to the Allegro in his hand, he said to Xu Qian: "I have used this Allegro for more than 60 years...Look at this color, it is the color of the sweat on the body drop by drop!"

Pei Yuanqing smiled wryly, and said with some emotion: "No one has learned it, here it is for you, take it!"

His expression is so lonely, his back is so bleak.

Similarly, all the audience at the scene felt like their hearts were being pricked by needles:
"again!"

"I don't know why I feel my heart hurts so much."

"My heart is so depressed, so distressed."

"Hate Xu Qian, why did you show us such a work."

"This work is really excellent."

"Such works are really good works, and Xu Qian can always shock us so much."

"This work is terrific, at least in our opinion."

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Everyone just felt that their hearts were astringent, and they wanted to say something, but found that it was hard to say.

Xu Qian took the Allegro in a daze, and he seemed to be touched.

Pei Yuanqing looked at Xu Qian, and tears welled up in his eyes at some point: "I just ask you one thing—give us hope! Huh?"

Having said that, his voice was trembling a little, and his muscles were trembling uncontrollably.

The audience applauded again, the applause was very warm, they applauded for the stubbornness of these old artists, the persistence of the old artists.

Some cultures always need someone to pass them on.

Some cultures always need someone to stick to them.

And Pei Yuanqing is just such a person.

So the audience applauded them.

"I admire these old people."

"My heartfelt admiration."

"They just want to find a successor."

"They just don't want a gem from our history!"

"Like them!"

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The persistence, perseverance, and persistence of these old people really shocked a large number of people. It turns out that in such an impetuous society, there are still some people who will calm down and preserve our inheritance.

Xu Qian couldn't restrain his emotions either, tears rolled down his face, he no longer had the impatience he had before.

At this time Lin Xian'er also came over, Xu Qian looked at her, he seemed to understand something: "Master..."

Lin Xian'er smiled at Xu Qian, even now her smile is still so dignified and charming.

"Xu Qian, so many genres of music have already perished, and it's not bad for us..."

"Not bad for our one..."

Everyone just felt that their hearts had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Lin Xian'er spoke very slowly, but her words were clear, showing that her heart was not at peace. When she said this, the audience could even hear that her nasal voice became more and more serious. Obviously, her heart was also very shaken.

She squeezed out a smile again: "Master...it's not difficult for you."

Seeing this, some people were already sobbing.

"I was so touched that I cried!!!"

"I actually cried."

"So touching!"

"Xu Qian, you lied to my tears, I can't spare you."

"I'm a big man, how can I cry, how can my tears fall down?"

"I didn't think that I would cry even if I had a heart of stone."

"This is the real work, shocking and invincible in the world."

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At this moment, Xu Qian was already sobbing, choked up and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything.

Lin Xian'er was the same as the previous two. She put the octagonal drum in Xu Qian's hand and said softly, "Keep it."

After finishing speaking, Lin Xian'er also turned around and went back to the room. Her back was equally lonely and desolate, and combined with the low-pitched music, it really made people sobbing.

"I'm heartbroken, I'm really heartbroken!!"

"I don't know why I feel my heart hurts so much."

"My heart is so depressed, so distressed."

"Hate Xu Qian, why did you show us such a work."

"This work is really excellent."

"I was so touched that I cried!!!"

"I actually cried."

"So touching!"

"Xu Qian, you lied to my tears, I can't spare you."

"It was so shocking, I just felt a different emotion go up the soles of my feet."

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The audience applauded again, and the applause shook the sky.

These three teachers deeply shocked them. They knew what they couldn't do, but they still couldn't get the apprentice they wanted. Such a result is really tragic.

The only two words to describe them are tragic.

They are the inheritors of the old era, and they are at a loss under the impact of the new era, but they have not given up, they have their own beliefs, they have their own beliefs, and they have their own perseverance.

But now many young people are undoubtedly confused. How could they not feel respect for these people who have firm beliefs and firm beliefs?
Master Feng felt that he was also a little shocked. He had seen countless works, many of which were classics. He himself created many classic works at the peak of his creation, but in terms of style, they were still not as good as Xu Qian's today. "The Garden of Pears".

Master Feng suddenly thought of something: "Some people say that a sage will emerge in 500 years, so isn't Xu Qian the current art sage?"

At least Xu Qian has won the respect of Master Feng.

His brilliance alone has surpassed all the people who participated in the Spring Festival Gala. It can be said that this year's Spring Festival Gala was created by him alone. This year's Spring Festival Gala is Xu Qian's Spring Festival Gala alone.

Li Mi's scalp tingled when he saw it. Such a good work, such a tragic work, appeared in front of him like this. What qualifications does he have to evaluate such a work?What are the qualifications?
(End of this chapter)