Martial Arts Immortal

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Time passes slowly...

Lin Zheyu practices Manniu Boxing for two to three hours every day, and then eats a lot of meat.

After the source of improvement, his body has been built up. As long as he needs enough nutrition, he will recover and become stronger at an astonishing speed.

Three days have passed, all five medicinal decoctions have been used up, and the depleted energy and blood have been replenished.

Lin Zheyu's body is getting stronger and stronger, and his muscles are tight and strong.

He spent the past three days on alert, wary of Jia Yanyong coming to his door.

He carried chili powder with him and arranged many traps in his home.

However, a few days passed without seeing the other party.

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Yixiang Teahouse.

Jia Yanyong sat across from Jia Yanming in a carefree manner.

"Brother, I'm back."

He shouted into the teahouse's inner hall.

Different from last time, the bloody smell on his body was a little stronger, and there was an extra cut on his neck, which was wrapped in gauze.

"Is your injury okay?"

Jia Yanming walked out of the inner hall and saw the wound on his brother's neck at a glance. He couldn't help but frown and asked.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a few days."

Jia Yanyong said nonchalantly.

"In the future, take it easy when fighting, and don't always take the lead and rush forward."

"Your life is yours, but your money is other people's, so why do you work so hard?" Jia Yanming said.

"Brother, you don't understand."

"Those are my brothers, I can't watch them being hacked to death in vain." Jia Yanyong shook his head.

The gangsters on the road are righteous and can help their brothers!

"Confused!"

"They are all fair-weather friends. There are no true brothers among gang members. I am your real brother!"

Jia Yanming said that as a businessman, he was used to all kinds of darkness and scorned the brotherhood mentioned by Jia Yanyong.

"Brother, don't worry about my affairs."

"You don't want me to teach you a lesson...well...by the way, Lin Zheyu!"

"I'm free now. After I recover for two days, I'll beat him up for you the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll be gentler then."

Jia Yanyong said with a smile.

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Bidan Teahouse.

Lin Zheyu promised Liang Song to tell him a story about a warrior.

"It's a troubled autumn, and wars are happening all over the world. One day, it's called the Song Dynasty, and a pack of wolves is looking around..."

This is Mr. Jin’s Legend of the Condor Heroes, which tells the story of a great hero who serves the country and the people.

Through this period of understanding, Lin Zheyu discovered that although Liang Song looked sloppy and unruly on the outside, he had a righteous heart in his heart.

He likes Yan Chixia's free and unrestrained personality, her righteousness, and her ability to travel around the world to kill demons. He also likes Zuo Qianhu's integrity and righteousness.

Telling this story is much more troublesome than that of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. The dynastic background of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio is vague and has almost no sense of existence.

But Condor Shooting is different. The dynastic background is extremely important.

Lin Zheyu deleted some changes and made simple overhead processing.

"The Qiantang River flows past Niujia Village in Lin'an to the east and flows into the sea day and night with endless lunch breaks."

"There are dozens of people lined up along the riverside..."

"..."

"... But it was said that after Bao Xiruo was rescued by the mysterious man who called himself Yan Lie, he attempted to commit suicide in love, but was stopped by Yan Lie's kind words.

Coaxed by Yan Lie's Jinyi's delicacies, he unconsciously obeyed Yan Lie's arrangements and followed him out of Lin'an. "

Lin Zheyu stood on the storytelling platform and talked.

This story is very long, and as he tells it, the content gradually unfolds.

At first, the guests were not used to hearing it. There were no stories about the romantic encounters of scholars in the past. How could this be possible?

They all came here for the story of the scholar’s ​​affair!

But as I listened, I gradually became fascinated.

"hateful!"

"How could this Bao Xiruo go with that guy? He is really... shameless and unruly, I don't know..."

Someone slapped the case and yelled angrily.

It was a scholar, and his face turned red upon hearing this.

"Don't make any noise, be quiet, and listen to Mr. Xiaolin continue."

Hearing the discussion below, Lin Zheyu smiled slightly and clapped his eyes: "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time."

"..."

"Ah, that's it!"

"No, tell me quickly, what happened next?"

"How can we tell half of the story? Mr. Kobayashi, please continue!"

Lin Zheyu saw the excitement in the crowd and hurriedly got out of the way.

Just kidding, this is different from writing novels in my previous life.

If you write a novel out of chapters, the worst possible outcome is to be called a "out of chapter dog".

If the story is broken, the excited guests may accidentally pick it up and continue the story. Lin Zheyu was lucky enough to experience it once.

"The opening chapter is good and exciting." Liang Song commented.

Lin Zheyu smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

After chatting with Liang Song and asking about his doubts about martial arts, he left.

After exiting the door, walk along Baiwei Street for more than two hundred meters, then turn around and enter the restaurant.

He made an appointment here.

Lin Zheyu glanced around and sat down at one of the tables.

"Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this?"

Lin Zheyu looked at the three older scholars in front of him.

Several people wore green robes, had beards, and their faces were covered with weather-beaten wrinkles.

The robes were washed white, and there were inconspicuous holes in some places. It was obvious that several people were living a shabby life.

These were the storytellers that Lin Zheyu had found in the past few days. They were all storytellers with little background and some difficulty in getting along in Songyicheng.

"Can you guarantee that the story will be as exciting as the one you told in Bidan Tea House?" the man on the left asked.

"The styles of the stories are different. I can't say who is better or worse, but it is definitely fresher and more exciting than those old stories you tell me!"

Lin Zheyu said.

The competition among storytellers is very high, and many scholars who have not been admitted to the prestigious examinations and cannot survive have turned to being storytellers.

Storytellers with old-fashioned stories, poor storytelling skills, and weak empathy will not be able to attract customers.

The three storytellers Lin Zheyu found all had good storytelling skills and so-so emotional expression abilities. Unfortunately, the stories they told were all relatively old and nothing new.

The world is so lacking in good stories.

In other words, there are good stories in this world, but because the circulation of written information is not convenient enough, they are only spread in a small area.

People have heard the good stories circulating in Songyicheng.

This is also why Lin Zheyu became popular so quickly.

"Can we take a look at the content first and then make a decision?" another person said.

"Of course."

Lin Zheyu took out several pieces of paper filled with dense handwriting from his arms. Everyone gave one copy, and these copies all had the same content.

"You can take a look first and tell the story with the manuscript I gave you. Each chapter will cost you 80 cents. If you agree, you will sign the contract."

Lin Zheyu said.

This was the way he had figured out before to make money, which was to find someone to cooperate with him in storytelling.

However, there is no copyright in stories in this era. If you tell them and listen to them, they become someone else’s.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult for Lin Zheyu to sell at high prices.

A medium-level storyteller earns 70 cents a day, and with rewards and the like, he can earn around a hundred cents.

Based on this, Lin Zheyu set the price at 80 cents.

Because of good stories, rewards often exceed wages.

"...This happened in the Brick Pagoda Alley south of the Xisi Archway. There lived two brothers named Ta. One was named Ta Da, and the other was named Ta Er.

The second child works as an errand in the Admiral’s Yamen, and the eldest brother is a cook..."

This is a classic story that has been circulated for a long time in previous lives, the Nine-Headed Case.

The three of them took the paper and started reading. Their eyes became brighter and brighter as they read.

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