Chapter 633: Group of Comic Monologues (1/2)

Chapter 633: Group of Comic Monologues

Translator: AL_Squad Editor: Chrissy

After w.a.n.g Lu signed his pen name signature, that Earth Immortal immediately showed off that jade piece to his companions. ”Hahaha, I got his signature!”

He then ran back and said, ”Please make sure you finish this fantastic Starting from Scratch novel!”

”Em, now I am a little bit…”

”It's okay, we understand that you need to take a break after working continuously for so long. Nevertheless, we would always look forward to it!”

w.a.n.g Lu held that jade piece in his hand and watched him go away.

At the same time, he also vaguely felt that a fanatical belief was building up outside this rostrum… w.a.n.g Lu was the founder of the Wisdom Sect, so he was very clear that this was the legendary power of belief. The problem was… where did this power of belief come from?

His status as the founder of the Wisdom Sect had gradually faded away and the power of belief was not very important to him… then this force that was not coming in, did it come from the readers of his novel? He had been writing the novel for many years in the fighting arena and not only it resulted in the delaying of time, but it also gathered many fans? This was an unexpected surprise, but the most important thing right now was not this.

w.a.n.g Lu frowned and noticed the unusual atmosphere there. ”Tsk, no wonder I feel that something is wrong, how could you still be here? With your patience, you couldn't possibly have the patience to wait for me to write a novel for many years right? How long has it been?”

w.a.n.g Wu showed the pained expression of being doubted by the closest relative. ”A month.”

”Tsk, just a month? It doesn't fully reflect my persistence and tenacity. I feel like I have been there for five or six years. But, from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years of cultivation in one month, it is indeed a blessing in disguise.”

”Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident about your cultivation. After these five or six years of cultivation, how long is your 'dagger'?”

”...” Being maliciously mocked, w.a.n.g Lu narrowed his eyes and was ready to start a fierce counterattack. Speaking of which, it was actually quite a while since the last time this pair of Master and disciple engaged in a fierce quarrel. Did this wretch think that after being distorted in time for five or six years, his skill in arguing and cursing had been neglected?

However, before w.a.n.g Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo had coldly interrupted, ”Have you guys done with the gossip? Is there any performance after this? If not, this farce could end right?”

w.a.n.g Lu quickly said, ”Of course not, the performance list has been handed over to you, there's still another one called group of comic monologues. Please be patience.”

”... Then hurry up!”

w.a.n.g Lu immediately made a gesture and called the last group to appear. Speaking of which, this group of people had actually gone through a hards.h.i.+p. Because w.a.n.g Lu was not sure how long his calligraphy copying performance could be delayed. If he was lucky, he could delay it for a year and a half, if not he would be stopped by the Earth Immortals not long after he started. Thus, the next group of people must stay alert from the start at the backstage.

Although the backstage lounge was s.p.a.cious, the hards.h.i.+ps of living in a closed s.p.a.ce for a month were also conceivable. After they came on stage, they all looked distressed, as they had suffered constipation for many years. Fortunately, they were at least dressed in accordance with w.a.n.g Lu's requirements.

A simple monochrome long garment, with a seemingly insincere grin, was the look of the performers of this group of comic monologues. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, there was a great outcry on the outside. Many people suspected that this was Spirit Sword Sect trying to perform the art of driving the corpse, a folk art of the Blue River Region.

If there was anything worth mentioning about this group of comic monologues performers was that, there were many of them.

One by one, the performers lined up and entered the arena. Just the entrance alone took them the time to eat a meal to complete it. In the end, there were around six to seven hundred performers who stood on the stage. As long as there was ten percent of them whispering, there would be a lot of noise on the stage, and outsiders would only hear a chaos that they did not understand. Although the performance listed was said to be group of comic monologues, who had ever heard of a group of comic monologues of six or seven hundred people?

”Hey, little Lei, have you ever heard of group of comic monologues?”

The Earth Immortal called little Lei smiled bitterly and said, ”Sister Xuan Mo, I've heard about it, but it was when I was still an ordinary mortal. At that time, I was occasionally interested in it. If you ask me more details about it, I could not say much. I have listened to many group of comic monologues, but most only consisted of around three to five people, so the scale of this one is simply unheard of. Perhaps after sixteen thousand years, there have been great innovations in the art form.”

Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo immediately made her judgment. She thought, what nonsense art innovation, this is bound to be a new machination of that kid w.a.n.g Lu!

Thinking to this, Xuan Mo was startled: is w.a.n.g Lu already considered my time warp means such that he arranged such a performance? Although ninety-nine percent of these six to seven hundred people were ordinary mortals, most of them even lacked the strength to kill a chicken, the number of people was so large that it was impossible for her time warp to work at all. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party would play, it would be impossible for her to do anything about it.

While she was still at a loss, the performance officially began.

”h.e.l.lo everyone, today we will perform a piece of group of comic monologues for you all.”

From among the six to seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said in a trembling voice. He had grey hair and an emaciated body. His thin figure was very much in contrast with his protruding joints. It was unknown whether this was because of the strength of his character as an artist performer, or simply because of the growth of his bone.

However, it was obvious that the old man had a lot of prestige among the actors. A moment after he spoke, someone from the side came forward and said with a smile, ”The theme of the group of comic monologues is New Year's greetings.”

Then another man came forward and said with the same smile, ”The so-called new year's greeting is our long-standing cultural tradition in Nine Regions.”