Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

In Nanfanbuzhou, where the mighty river flows, there is a Yangjia Village.

For some reason today, the streets in the village were particularly lively. The crowds were surging, and even the old men who didn't usually go out came to hear the noise and come to inquire about the excitement.

Not to mention, those libertines who usually idle around and have nothing to do, even got together early in the morning.

On the street avenue.

I saw a girl who, although she was young, could already tell that she would be beautiful in the future, pulling a tall boy with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes to walk.

As the two of them walked, they were particularly conspicuous on the street.

Even in the relatively affluent Yangjia Village, there are very few people who can afford to wear such silk and satin.

And these two people are one of them.

They are Yang Chan and his brother Yang Jian.

"Hurry up, hurry up, second brother, you should walk faster."

Little Yang Chan pulled young Yang Jian and dragged him towards where the crowd gathered.

As he walked, he said: "The newly built inn under the village bridge has invited a storyteller. Although he has just arrived, the books he talks about are wonderful. Now it is full every day!"

"And it's so famous that people from the next village come here every day to listen to his stories. If I get there late, there's no place to sit."

Because of Yang Jian's unique nature, Yao Ji disciplined him very strictly and almost never allowed him a chance to go out.

Either he was practicing martial arts with his brother at home, or he was studying at home.

Yang Chan was young and the king of children. She played around all day and didn't spend much time at home.

When I saw something new this time, my first reaction was to open my eyes to my second brother who had never seen the world.

Yang Jian frowned, feeling a little helpless. He naturally cared deeply for this quirky little girl, but he also had a headache.

He asked in confusion: "Storyteller? I have heard my elder brother mention it recently, but I have never seen it before."

"Xiaochan, what is storytelling?"

Yang Chan saw that he looked like he had never seen the world before and said with a smile:

"My dear second brother, if you continue to stay at home like this, you will turn into a fool. You don't even know what a storyteller is."

"The so-called storyteller is someone who integrates all the foreign affairs, legends of gods and gods, and rumors from the public, arranges them into stories, and tells them to everyone."

When Yang Jian heard this, he felt a little disapproving and said calmly:

"What is my Tao? I talk about it all the time. Isn't it just like those wandering Taoist priests who show off their words, talking nonsense and not telling the truth?"

Yang Chan waved her hands repeatedly and shook her little head:

"No, no, I'm not just showing off. I'm different from those wandering Taoist priests, but I have real abilities."

"Oh, I can't tell you clearly anyway. You'll know after you go see it!"

Yang Chan shook his arm and used his usual method that had always failed him.

Although Yang Jian has a cold and stern face and is usually stern with outsiders, he loves this little girl very much.

Today, she originally agreed with her eldest brother Yang Jiao to practice martial arts together, but Yang Chan insisted on bringing her to listen to this so-called storyteller.

He couldn't resist, so he had to come and have a look.

After all, that's all on weekdays. Now that a smart and cute girl like Yang Chan is left alone outside, Yang Jian is a little worried.

Even though the Shang Dynasty has been in existence for more than five hundred years and the world is peaceful, it is inevitable that there will be evil people running around in the countryside.

At this time, the entrance of the inn was already crowded with people, and many people were also on the bridge at the entrance. They were stretching their necks to look down, and it was very lively.

Yang Jian didn't like liveliness by nature, so he turned his head and looked around slightly irritably.

But inadvertently, he saw a woman who seemed to have descended from heaven to earth, and whose beauty was invisible.

His eyes froze, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the man was gone.

"Second brother, second brother, come in quickly, I've already reserved a seat."

Yang Chan took his hand and walked inside.

Yang Jian was disappointed and followed her in, but kept thinking about who that woman was.

Chang'e hid in the dark, and with a flash of magical power, she transformed into a simple village girl.

She and Yao Ji were close friends. This time they overheard some news in heaven and hurriedly came down to inform them.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi Linchen met Yao Ji's second son and third daughter.

This Yang Jian was indeed a gifted god, he could actually see her in the invisible state. Out of curiosity, Chang'e also walked into the inn.

The noise around me was filled with discussions about storytellers.

"Hey, Lao Wang, why are you here again today?"

"Old Li Tou, didn't you say that your daughter will get married the day after tomorrow, but you are here to listen to a book today!"

"Old Li Tou, you are here too. What the storyteller told yesterday was so mysterious that I took it seriously."

"Isn't that right? Even Zhang Dahu, who has been paralyzed in bed for many years at the head of the village, sent someone to carry him over."

"Oh, that's amazing, that's amazing."

Chang'e originally came here after Yang Jian and Yang Chan, but now she can't help but wonder, what on earth is this storyteller talking about?

So many people are following me.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a young man with a slender figure and an extraordinary handsome face slowly walking into the arena onto the high platform.

I saw him wearing a robe of water and sky blue, with a herring hairpin in his hair, and holding a green lotus fan from the river pond. One side was blank, and he wrote in ink: If you want to hear what happened, please listen to the explanation next time.

Although he is not accompanied by brocade clothes, his brows reveal a mysterious and unpredictable temperament.

This person is today’s protagonist, the new storyteller, Li Tong!

Many people who came here, including Yang Jian, were a little surprised at this time.

"Is this the storyteller? I thought he was a child with gray hair, how could he be so young?"

This statement represents the thoughts of many people, and Yang Jian is no exception.

All the expectations that had been raised just now were gone. I just wanted to accompany Yang Chan to get through it quickly so that I could go home and practice martial arts.

But Chang'e is a little different, her beautiful eyebrows are slightly condensed. With her cultivation as Taiyi Xuanxian, not to mention a mere mortal, even those immortals who have been practicing immortality for many years can't escape her eyes.

But she couldn't see through the person in front of her.

Chang'e found an empty seat and sat down, temporarily forgetting about looking for Yao Ji.

...

Naturally, Li Tong didn't know that as soon as he made his appearance and before he opened his mouth, everyone on the court felt a little disgraceful.

His attention at the moment was naturally not on Yang Jian.

He stood calmly in front while looking at the audience who came here today.

He squinted his eyes slightly, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

There were a lot more people here than yesterday, which was very good!

You must know that when he traveled to this ridiculous ancient world, the only thing he could rely on was a storyteller system. The more people who came to listen to his story, the more valuable his status was, and the higher the popularity value he brought.

Likewise, the more you say it once, the more rewards you will get.

"Then, come on!"

Li Tong took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Snapped!"

There was a scream under the wooden bridge, and there was sudden silence inside and outside the inn.

Everyone knew in their hearts that a lecture was about to begin.

The first-time listeners were surprised and wondered whether this storyteller who brought new things had the ability as rumored, and what kind of stories he could tell?

In the eyes of most people, Li Tong can only talk about those widely circulated myths and legends.

What kind of war between lich and demons, mixing of humans and gods, etc.

Although it's interesting to listen to, it doesn't offer much new ideas.

You must know that there were many capable people and strangers in the Shang Dynasty.

At this moment, on the high platform, Li Tong spoke softly, and a faint voice came:

"Who becomes the peak at the end of the immortal road? The beginningless path becomes empty at the first sight."