Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Is it necessary to worship?"

   "I must worship."

   "Can't negotiate? How about I help you choose two good apprentices, our troops will not be short of people!"

"it has to be you."

"Why!"

   "Where is fate?"

  “…”

  Su Haitang struggled to no avail, and asked him feebly.

   "Tell me, what are the benefits of my apprenticeship?"

   "Multiple masters."

  “…”

  Su Haitang clenched her fists, looking at his abominable smiling face and constantly reminding herself that this is the boss Bai who has millions of fans, and if she dares to beat him, she won't be able to.

   "But I really don't have the time to study drama, isn't it a waste of time?"

"My pleasure."

  “…”

  Can not be impulsive, impulsive is the devil.

   "What the **** do you want to do?"

  Bai Han gave her a charming smile, noble and cool.

   "Inherit the treasures of national quintessence."

  Su Haitang gritted her teeth and tried to take a deep breath. She especially hated the phrase "stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person"!

   "I said that I don't have time to learn opera, so how can I pass on it?!"

  Bai Han saw that her hair was about to explode, she restrained her provocative smile, and continued to smile gently and elegantly.

   "I have time to teach you. Don't worry, you don't need to be on stage, just shoot a TV drama for me in two years."

  Su Haitang gasped!

   "Make a TV! Where can I get so much free time!"

   "Besides, look for actors for filming, whether they are opera actors or professional film and television actors, there are so many people who are not filming, why are you dragging me? I am not interested in taking people's jobs."

   "You are very famous." Bai Han replied as a matter of course.

   This makes sense, she was speechless!

   "My nephew, let's close the door and speak our own language. Our opera business has been going downhill over the years."

   After watching the good show for a while, Grandmaster Uncle coughed and sang with a red face.

   "We, the old bones who have been singing for a lifetime, are anxious in our hearts, we are afraid that we will be sorry for the master, we will not be able to protect the juniors, and we will not be able to eat enough."

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

  Second Master's emotions are outgoing and strong, and the gesture of wiping tears with his cuffs is very good-looking, and his basic skills are solid at a glance.

   "Masters and uncles don't want to put all the burden on you. Each of our Liyuan disciples has the responsibility to inherit."

   "Nowadays, songs are popular, some kind of folk rock, and they are very popular with young people. The future of opera is worrying."

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

   "We are anxious, but our minds are rigid, and we can't think of a good way."

   "Fortunately, my younger brother met you."

   "You are famous only if you have a good heart, so please help us if you are troubled. We thank you on behalf of the thousands of pear garden disciples..."

  Su Haitang hurriedly stopped people.

   "Hey, you two, get up, my younger generation can't afford your gift!"

   "Then you agreed?" The two uncles looked at her expectantly with tears in their eyes.

  Su Haitang held up the two who were about to bow to her, and wanted to roll her eyes indecently.

   "You all kidnapped me with the righteousness of life and death, can I do it if I don't promise?"

   Master Bo Chong winked at Bai Ling.

   Baishen clapped his palms heavily.

   "Good apprentice, I really didn't see you wrong as a teacher."

   Su Haitang's heart skipped a beat, always feeling that something big was happening.

   Suona, gongs and drums sounded, the gate opened wide, and a stage was erected in the yard at some point, and even the banner was hung up: The ceremony for the reception of disciples by Bai Lin, a disciple of Liyuan.

  The flashing lights kept flashing, Bai Hui smiled and took the hand of his disciple and came to the stage.