Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Same as yesterday.

Li Tong's small inn was already overcrowded at this time, and even the overpass at the door was filled with listeners who came here because of their reputation but had no place to go.

There are new faces every day, and people come every moment.

"Hey? Lao Wang, didn't you say that you couldn't come yesterday? Why did you come earlier than me today?"

"Tch, joking, look at the half-paralyzed wealthy man who scolded him so unpleasantly yesterday, why didn't he rush to move the bed and come again today?"

"Yes, there is also this young master. Yesterday's words were also very fierce. Why don't you wait again today?"

"Hey, let's stop mocking each other. We've all been fooled by this storyteller and got addicted. Yesterday's story disappeared halfway through telling it. I'm really anxious to death!"

In the noisy and bustling crowd, Yang Chan grabbed an elder brother by one hand and took advantage of his cleverness to rush directly into the inn and sat down at the same spot as yesterday.

Yang Jian's face was calm in front of the table, but from the constant tapping of his fingers on the table, it could be seen that his heart was not as calm as his appearance.

"Xiaochan, why did you bring me here? I haven't finished my homework for today."

The confused Yang Jiao asked confusedly to the smiling Yang Chan.

Early this morning, he was about to practice martial arts in the martial arts arena as usual, when Yang Chan suddenly showed up and took him away, saying that he wanted to take him to see something good.

I wanted to refuse, but I saw that Yang Jian, who was usually the least interested in these things, also wanted to go with me. After some hesitation, I decided to come with him.

But I never thought that it would be like this.

"Hey, brother, just wait and see. My second brother was the same way yesterday. He was even more disbelieving than you. But now he has become Mr. Li's loyal listener."

Yang Chan skillfully poured herself a cup of tea to dispel Yang Jiao's idea of ​​leaving.

"What a loyal listener, but what he said is a bit interesting, so I just want to listen to it."

Yang Jian glanced at Yang Chan and said with pretended disdain.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Yang Chan was too lazy to argue with his second brother who didn't tell the truth. Anyway, when Mr. Li told the truth, his true colors would be revealed.

Yang Jiao suddenly looked at Yang Jian speechlessly, as if he felt that his second brother who usually loved martial arts was losing some points at this time.

It's a little different from his usual cold-faced and arrogant look.

He became a little more interested and began to look forward to the storyteller Yang Chan mentioned and the stories in the book.

At the same time, two women who looked like ordinary village women walked out of the crowd and sat in the corner without attracting any attention.

These two people are Chang'e and Yao Ji who have concealed their figures.

Yesterday I heard what Chang'e said. Yao Ji originally felt that it was extremely ridiculous. What even Chang'e couldn't do, could a mere ordinary storyteller do?

Subconsciously, I thought it was unreliable, but for Chang'e's sake, today with expectations and doubts, I avoided my own children and came here with her.

She didn't tell Yang Tianyou about this because Yao Ji cared about her husband and didn't want him to worry anymore.

This matter concerns immortals and gods, and he is just an ordinary person. Even if he knew it, what would be the use?

It's just empty worry and futile worry.

But as soon as Yao Ji Fang sat down and subconsciously released her spiritual consciousness to scan everyone in the inn, she frowned slightly and looked serious.

There were actually quite a few Qi Practitioners mixed in among the crowds around!

Although the cultivation levels of these people vary, there are some who have just refined their Qi, some who have already successfully refined their Qi, and even some who have condensed their souls are among them.

Even Yao Ji felt the aura of many demons and ghosts.

Even though the dark and opaque evil spirit was restrained, it naturally could not escape her detection.

After all, she is the sister of the Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Lord, and is not an ordinary fairy in heaven.

At this moment, while I was slightly surprised, an inexplicable emotion arose in my heart.

She gradually believed that the storyteller Chang'e told her was something extraordinary.

Just the fact that he can attract a room full of Qi refiners and demons and ghosts is enough to prove that he is not an ordinary person, but a person with some abilities.

However, is her ability really as good as what Chang'e said, and can she protect her relatives after she leaves?

Can it withstand countless heavenly soldiers who are at least human immortals, and even heavenly generals who are golden immortals?

Yao Ji's thoughts were chaotic for a while, like a mess.

Chang'e's face was calm and unruffled.

Even with her cultivation level, she couldn't see through Li Tong, who was shrouded in a fog, so I guess her cultivation level must be pretty good.

In the situation where the Great Heavenly Lord cannot easily descend to earth to take action, it is not easy to resist some heavenly soldiers and generals who look like shrimps and crabs to her.

As long as they agree to it, it will be a simple matter to protect Yang Tianyou and his son.

After all, the only person who made the Great Heavenly Lord angry was Yang Tianyou, but he was just an ordinary person. After a hundred days in the sky and a hundred years on the earth, he would turn into a handful of dust.

By that time, even if you don't want to, you will probably recognize these nephews by pinching your nose.

Yao Ji and Chang'e were each thinking.

At this time, the waiters in the store had brought up the rattan chair that Li Tong usually sat on, and everyone who was whispering suddenly became quieter.

They knew that Li Tong was about to appear.

"Sir will be out soon!"

The villain Yang Chan said happily to the two brothers, looking at the chairs on the stage with bright eyes, looking like a girl obsessed with them.

Yang Jian rolled his eyes. He somewhat agreed with what Li Tong said, but Yang Chan's gesture was a bit too much.

Yang Jiao, on the other hand, widened his eyes. Is this the same person who is not afraid of anything and who usually refuses to accept anyone? Jian Chou Young Sister?

What is so magical about this storyteller that makes her look like this?

He was a little distracted for a moment, and now he just wanted Li Tong to come out quickly and perform on stage to see how attractive the book he mentioned was.

If he were to know that he was just an unscrupulous villain who used his words to deceive a little girl, he would surely know whether his hard-earned fists are strong or not.

Yang Jiao secretly geared up and looked at the chair on the stage with an unkind look.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, a thumping sound suddenly came from the wooden platform.

It was the sound of someone stepping on the table and walking slowly.

And in this inn, it is self-evident who the person is who can walk so calmly on the storytelling table.

After a while, a figure that everyone had been waiting for appeared for a long time.

"The storyteller is here!"

"Sir is here!"

All the listeners immediately exclaimed and were filled with joy.