Chapter 503

"Must worship?"

"You have to worship."

"Can't we discuss? How about I help you choose two good disciples? Our army is not short of people!"

"You have to."

"Why!"

"Fate, disciple."

“……”

Su Haitang's struggle was ineffective and asked him feebly.

"Come on, what's the advantage of my apprenticeship?"

"Many masters."

“……”

Su Haitang squeezed his fist, looked at his hateful smiling face and constantly reminded himself that this is the white boss with millions of fans and fans. If she dares to beat him, she can't fall behind.

"But I really don't have that time to learn drama. Isn't it a waste of time?"

"I'd love to."

“……”

No impulse, impulse is the devil.

"What the hell do you want?"

Bai Peng smiled at her, noble and cold.

"Inherit the national essence and treasure."

Su Haitang gritted his teeth and tried to take a deep breath. He especially hated the sentence "reach out and don't hit the smiling face"!

"I said I didn't have time to learn drama. How can I inherit it?"

Seeing that she was about to explode, Bai Peng restrained her provocative smile and continued to smile politely.

"I have time to teach you. Don't worry, you don't need to be on the stage. Just shoot me an opera TV in two years."

Su Haitang took a breath!

"Shoot a TV! Where can I have so much spare time!"

"What's more, shooting for actors, whether opera actors or professional film and television actors, so many people don't shoot. Why do they have to drag me? I'm not interested in grabbing people's jobs."

"You are famous." Bai Peng answered naturally.

That makes sense. She's speechless!

"Martial nephew, let's close the door and speak our own words. Our opera business is going downhill these years."

After watching a good play for a while, master Bo coughed and sang a red face.

"We old bones who have been singing all our lives are worried. We are afraid that we will be sorry to Shizu, can't protect the younger generation, and can't eat enough."

"Art cannot be broken or destroyed in our hands, or even if we die, we dare not close our eyes. We are the sinners of the nation!"

The second martial uncle has strong emotions. He holds his cuffs and wipes his tears. His basic skills are solid at a glance.

"Martial uncles don't want to put all the burden on you. Each of our pear garden disciples has the responsibility of inheritance."

"Nowadays, songs are popular. What kind of folk rock is very popular with young people. The prospect of opera is worrying."

The two martial uncles sang in harmony and moved to tears.

"We are worried, but our brains are rigid, and we can't think of any good way."

"Fortunately, younger martial brother met you."

"You are talented, famous and kind-hearted. Just help us if you are involved. We thank you on behalf of thousands of pear garden disciples..."

Su Haitang hurriedly stopped people.

"Hey, you two get up quickly. My younger generation can't afford your big gifts!"

"Then you promised?" the two martial uncles looked at her with tears in their eyes.

Su Haitang tried to hold up the two people who were going to bow to her and wanted to turn their eyes to the sky.

"You have kidnapped me with the righteousness of life and death. Can I do it if I don't promise?"

Master Bo Chong winked at Bai Peng.

Bai Peng slapped his palm heavily.

"Good disciple, I didn't mistake you as a teacher."

Su Haitang's heart jumped and he always felt that something big would happen.

Suona gongs and drums sounded, the gate was wide open, and I didn't know when to put up a platform in the yard. Even banners were hung: Bai Peng, a disciple of the pear garden, accepted disciples.

The flash kept flashing. Bai Peng smiled and took his beloved's hand on the stage.