The First Cause of All Realms

"I'm going to eat dirt again..."

Yang Yu murmured in his heart, having a headache.

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

Snapped!

The crisp and loud sound woke Yang Yu up.

He turned his head to look, and on the high platform built in the middle of the teahouse, an old man in a light shirt was photographing Xingmu.

Storyteller?

Yang Yu was slightly startled, but this teahouse shopkeeper was willing.

People need entertainment.

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

It's just that whether it's a theater or a brothel, the consumption is too high. It's okay to go there once in a while. If you go a lot, people can't stand it, and the money bag can't stand 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 teahouse, which was still a bit lively, suddenly fell silent. There were a few people who wanted to speak, but they also closed their mouths under the staring eyes of all the onlookers.

"Last time, it was said that 'Jilongshan' killed more than 400 officials in anger and shocked Qingzhou. The state owner 'Nie Wendong' was furious, and personally led the 'Qingzhou Guard' to hunt down thousands of miles!"

"Qingzhou Prefecture Lord Nie Wendong, who came from a great family, showed amazing talent at a young age. He was a top three in high school in the 16th grade, and he was famous all over the world.

Later, he gave up his pen and joined the army, and fought fiercely on the frontier for thirty years.

That Qingzhou Guard is even more famous. It has been 400 years since I followed my Great Ming Taizu 'Zhang Yuanzhu' to dominate the world.

The dispatch this time is to use the momentum of thunder to kill the town of Jilong Mountain in Qingzhou. "

The storyteller was very skilled, he spoke in a eloquent manner, and he was so vivid that he dared not let the crowd of onlookers bluff.

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

wow~

The folding fan shakes.

The storyteller smiled lightly, and his servant stepped forward, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, nodded and walked past each table of guests.

"A thief picks up birds! You know you want money!"

"Come on, tell me now! The uncle heard it clearly, can you still give me a reward?"

"Appreciate~"

The audience immediately burst into laughter, and some people generously threw out copper plates and pieces of silver.

"Talking about books seems to make a lot of money."

Looking at the bamboo basket that was handed to him, Yang Yu thought while rubbing his chin.

"Cough cough~"

The servant handed over the bamboo basket again, leaving Yang Prison with empty sleeves and cleanliness so embarrassed.

She could only hold the tea, her eyes wandering, as if she hadn't heard.

The little boy left in annoyance.

Fortunately, there are still few people like Yang Prison, and most of the spectators still offer one or two companions, and they walk around in a circle, which can be considered full.

Seeing this, the storyteller slapped the wood again.

A 'pop' sound.

The whole hall was silent.

"...Nie Wendong threatened to come, and his murderous intentions collapsed and overturned the sea, and he was replaced by someone like the 'Thirteen Thieves of Qi Yun' who had long since fled.

But who is the 'Jilong Mountain'? His martial arts have long been earth-shattering, one is angry, the situation changes, the other is angry, the mountains and seas move, and the third is angry that the stars shift! "

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

"It's just ridiculous that the Dingjun Palace Master 'Nie Wendong' thought of it. With this force, he actually forced a green forest hero who proudly laughs at the eighteen palaces of the four states!"

"It is.

Thirty years of mediocrity and inaction, the sky and the earth are overturned at once! Wendong does not know the real hero, grass grows in his grave! "

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Mr. Storyteller lifted his robes, clasped his fists and bowed:

"It's good to say, everyone cheers, and it's bad, everyone bear with me."

After all, it's time to leave.

"Okay!"

The whole house cheered, and Yang Yu couldn't help nodding his head.

This story is unremarkable, and many people know it, but when it is told by this person, it is heard with relish. This is the skill of being skilled.

But this storyteller's accent is like a foreigner. Could it be that he just came from outside?

"Slow, slow!"

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

"What's the point of going over and over again? Now, let me tell you about the back, what benefits did Jilong Mountain get in Changliu Mountain, and can you proudly laugh at the eighteen houses of the four states?"

"The imperial court, do you really care?"

"Um?"

That voice carried an aloofness that made all the onlookers frown.

Someone wanted to talk, but was grabbed by someone they knew.

The person who can sit on the second floor is not necessarily rich, but that person is really rich and powerful.

Someone has already recognized who this is.

"Liu Qingqing!"

Yang Prison also recognized the owner of this voice.

In these days when he was working in the yamen, the county magistrate Liu Wenpeng had only met once or twice, but this Liu Qingqing, Liu Gongzi, he had met many times.

Not less than to hear the deeds of this eldest son.

It is said that this eldest son is not good at reading, and prefers to be a man of the valiant.

"When I'm older, I don't want to move. There are two games a day. If you want to listen, you can come early in the afternoon."

The storyteller frowned slightly and was about to decline.

"Eldest son Liu!"

Hearing this voice, the shopkeeper of the teahouse couldn't sit still anymore, got up and bowed his hands and signaled the storyteller with a nervous expression to answer quickly.

"Go back to Young Master Liu, I..."

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

"Gold..."

Someone's throat rolled and his eyes were hot: "Let's talk about five or two!"

The price fluctuations in Daming are not large.

A copper coin can buy two sesame seeds in a prime year, and in a normal year, only two copper coins can buy one.

Fifty taels of gold can be exchanged for 50,000 copper coins!

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

Many people craned their necks to see.

"...I don't dare to be a son's reward."

The storyteller was stunned for a while, then he 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 from outside, he has also heard of the name 'Sanchi Liu'.

Where would he dare to accept his son's money?

"Since the son likes it, let's talk about it."

Mr. Storyteller admitted his mistake, woke up with a pat, read an opening poem first, and then said slowly.

"The great defeat of Changliu Mountain spread all over the world, how can the emperor's face hang on his face? The old emperor was furious, and UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com ordered Nie Wendong to capture him and send him to the capital."

"...The Changliu Mountain stretches for an unknown number of miles, and the mountains and forests are dense and miasmatic. The murderers, Nie Wendong encircled and suppressed several times, not only failed, but lost a lot...

It was not until the old emperor Long Yu returned to the sky that it came to an end. "

…

"But who knows, after several years now, I heard about this from nowhere, and when I heard that Nie Wendong had not yet brought Ji Longshan to justice, he was furious and almost beheaded him.

Fortunately, the ministers persuaded him to save his life. But I also know that if I can't kill Jilong Mountain, I'm afraid that my future will be hopeless, and my life will end sooner or later..."

"...Failed to come back again, Nie Wendong has no choice but to write to the court. He wanted to resign, but he invited another big man who moved the world!

It is said that this is a classmate of his when he was studying! "

…

Speaking of which, Mr. Storyteller stopped speaking.

As usual, he wanted to go out and ask for money, but before the servant could react, the voice upstairs rang again:

"Fame moves the world? A person can move the world by name? Sure enough, he is a storyteller..."

"Uh…"

The storyteller abruptly swallowed the words of the reward money.

Yang Yu shook his head when he saw it, and he was forced to drop his level. In the latter part, Mr. Storyteller was obviously not attentive before.

There is a sense of urgency to end it as soon as possible.

"Young Master is wrong. You must have heard the name of this big man."

Mr. Storyteller was obviously displeased, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only softly say:

"This is Xu Wenji, known as Yi Ye Qingtian, also known as Gangfeng..."

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