The first cause of all realms

Chapter 14 Mr. Storyteller
"I'm going to eat dirt again..."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart, feeling a little headache.

He has been dumb for several days, Shitou really has a loud voice...

Snapped!
The clear and loud sound awakened Yang Qiu.

He turned his head and looked, on the high platform set up in the middle of the teahouse, an old man in thin clothes was taking pictures of Xingmu.

Storyteller?
Yang Ju was slightly taken aback, the shopkeeper of the teahouse was quite willing.

People need entertainment.

Even ordinary people need some entertainment to relieve the depression in life.

It's just that, whether it's a theater or a brothel, the consumption is too high. It's okay to go once in a while, but if you go too much, people can bear it, and money bags can't bear it.

For the general public, listening to books is the most cost-effective pastime.

For a dozen pennies, you can listen to it for a day.

Snapped!
With an eye-catching shot, the originally lively teahouse suddenly fell silent, and even a few people who wanted to talk shut their mouths under the stares of the onlookers.

"The last time it was said that 'Jilongshan' killed more than [-] officials in anger and shocked Qingzhou. The governor 'Nie Wendong' was furious and personally led the 'Qingzhou Guard' to chase and kill them for thousands of miles!"

"Nie Wendong, the governor of Qingzhou, was born in a great family, and showed amazing talent when he was young. He has been top three in high school since he was sixteen, and his reputation has moved the world.

After abandoning his pen and joining the army, he fought fiercely on the frontier for 30 years and practiced shocking martial arts.

Qingzhou Wei is even more famous. It has been [-] years since Zhang Yuanzhu, the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, fought for the supremacy of the world.

This dispatch is to kill Jilongshan Town in Qingzhou with the momentum of thunder. "

The storyteller was very skillful, and he narrated the story so vividly that he didn't dare to speak out to the audience.

Some even put themselves into the Jilong Mountain, only to feel that there is no light in the world, and there is no way of life, and they can't help but break out in cold sweat.

wow~
The folding fan shakes.

The storyteller smiled lightly, and his servant stepped forward, holding bamboo baskets, nodding and bowing, walking past each table of guests.

"The thief pinches the bird! He knows he wants money!"

"Say it, tell it! You've heard it so well, can you give me a reward?"

"Appreciate~"

All the onlookers immediately burst into laughter, and some even gave generously, throwing out copper coins and pieces of silver.

"Storytelling seems to make a lot of money."

Looking at the bamboo basket handed in front of him, which had already harvested a lot, Yang Jue rubbed his chin in thought.

"Cough cough~"

The servant handed over the bamboo basket again, embarrassing the clean Yang prison with his sleeves empty.

He could only hold the tea, his eyes drifted away, and he pretended not to hear.

The boy left angrily.

Fortunately, there are still few people like Yang Yu, and most of the spectators still offer one or two copper coins. Walking around, it is considered full.

Seeing this, the storyteller slapped the wood again.

'Clap' sound.

All are quiet.

"...Nie Wendong came threateningly, and his murderous intentions collapsed. If it were someone like 'Qiyun Thirteen Pirates', he would have fled long ago.

But who is the 'Jilong Mountain'?His martial arts have already been earth-shattering, the situation changes at the first anger, the mountains and seas shift at the second anger, and the stars shift at the third anger! "

After several undefeated fights, Nie Wendong was slightly injured and Ji Longshan was seriously injured and escaped to Changliu Mountain, and it came to an end. "

"It's just ridiculous that the master of the Dingjun mansion 'Nie Wendong' never thought of that. By forcing me, I actually forced out a hero who laughs proudly at four prefectures and eighteen prefectures!"

"Exactly.

Thirty years of mediocrity, once the world is turned upside down!Wendong doesn't know a real hero, grass grows on his grave! "

Snapped!
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Mr. Storyteller lifted his robe, folded his fists and bowed:

"Well said, please support me, if you say badly, please bear with me."

After all, we are about to leave.

"it is good!"

The whole hall applauded, and Yang Qian couldn't help but nodded.

This story is unremarkable, and many people know it, but this person told it, but listened with gusto, this is skillful.

But the accent of the storyteller seems to be from other places, could it be that he just came from outside?
"Slow, slow!"

Seeing that the storyteller was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from the private room on the second floor:

"What's the point of repeating the same old routine? Now, let me tell you later, what benefits does Jilong Mountain gain from Changliu Mountain, so that it can laugh proudly at the four prefectures and eighteen prefectures?"

"Does the imperial court really not care?"

"Ok?"

That voice carried a sense of condescension, making all the onlookers frown.

Someone wanted to speak, but was pulled away by someone he knew well.

Those who can sit on the second floor may not be rich, but that one is really rich and powerful.

Someone has already identified who this is.

"Liu Qingqing!"

Yang Ju also recognized the owner of the voice.

During the days when he was working in the yamen, Liu Wenpeng, the county magistrate, only saw him once or twice, but he had seen this Liu Qingqing, Mr. Liu, many times.

Not to mention the deeds of this eldest son.

It is said that this eldest son is not good at studying, he prefers to be a hero, he dances with knives and guns all day long, and has very unpleasant quarrels with his father.

"When I'm old, I don't want to move too much. There are two games a day. If you want to listen, my lord, come early in the afternoon."

The storyteller frowned slightly, and was about to decline.

"Master Liu!"

Hearing this voice, the shopkeeper of the teahouse couldn't sit still any longer, he hurriedly got up and bowed, and signaled the storyteller with a nervous expression to answer quickly.

"Back to Mr. Liu, I..."

The storyteller's face was not very good-looking, and he was about to refuse, when a yellow shadow fell in front of him, making a 'click' sound.

"Gold..."

Someone's throat was rolling, and his eyes were hot: "If you don't talk about it, there will be five taels!"

Price fluctuations in Daming are not large.

One copper coin can buy two sesame cakes in the prime of life, and in ordinary years, only two copper coins can buy one.

Five taels of gold, if exchanged for copper coins, it would be fifty thousand pieces!

But this is only in theory. Gold is much more precious than copper coins. Most of the people present have never seen what gold looks like.

Many people stretched their necks to look.

"...Don't dare to reward you as a son."

The storyteller was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and picked up the gold, but he didn't put it in his pocket, but put it on the long table, not daring to accept it.

Although he is a foreigner, he has also heard of the name "San Chi Liu".

How dare he take money from his son?
"Since the young master likes it, let's say another paragraph."

Mr. Storyteller admits, Xing Mu clapped his hands, read an opening poem before speaking slowly.

"The news of the defeat at Changliu Mountain has spread all over the world. How can the emperor keep his face? The old emperor was furious and ordered Nie Wendong to capture him and send him to the capital."

"...The Changliu Mountain stretches for an unknown number of miles. It is high in the mountains, dense in forests, and full of miasma. Nie Wendong's encirclement and suppression several times has not only failed, but also caused a lot of losses...

It wasn't until the old emperor Long Yu passed away that it came to an end. "

……

"But who knows, after several years of succession, I heard this from somewhere, and heard that Nie Wendong hadn't captured Ji Longshan yet, so he was furious and almost beheaded him.

Fortunately, under the persuasion of the ministers, the Governor of Nie Dazhou saved his life.But I also know that if I can't kill Ji Longshan, I'm afraid my future will be hopeless, and my life will end sooner or later..."

"...Nie Wendong returned without success again, and Nie Wendong had nothing else to do, so he had to write to the court. He wanted to resign, but he invited another big man who was famous all over the world!
It is said that this is a classmate of his when he was studying! "

……

Speaking of this, the storyteller's voice stopped.

According to the usual habits, he wanted to ask for reward money, but before the boy could react, the voice from upstairs sounded again:
"Famous all over the world? As an individual, you can be famous all over the world? She really is a storyteller..."

"Uh…"

The storyteller abruptly swallowed back the words about begging for money.

Yang Jue shook his head watching, and his level really dropped after being forced by others. In the following paragraph, the storyteller obviously didn't care as much as before.

There is an urgency to end it as soon as possible.

"Young master is wrong, this big man, everyone must have heard of the name."

The storyteller was obviously displeased, but he didn't dare to explode, so he could only say softly:
"This is Xu Wenji, known as One Leaf Qingtian, also known as Gangfeng..."

(End of this chapter)