The years I used to tell stories in a teahouse restaurant
Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three main roads go to the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.
As soon as the two eyes opened, Yang Shu was already a storyteller in Sijiu City.
The temple is high. The party is the same and different, the gate valve is overturned, China is turbulent, and the people are not happy.
The rivers and lakes are far away. Demons are in trouble, evil ways are rampant, three sects and five sects, and blood flows like a river.
Yang Shu doesn't care about this, wake up and shoot it, and tell the old and young masters a paragraph first!
Tang legends, Yuan miscellaneous dramas, Ming and Qing novels.
As long as the story is told, Yang Shu can draw rewards from it and continue to grow stronger. Survive in this troubled world, and sooner or later become the first in the world!
Yang Shu thought at first that this would be enough.
After all, every time you say a paragraph, you can get the magic power, and this kind of thing is bizarre enough.
I never thought that every story I told would have such an impact on the world.
"It's over, I can't explain it clearly, the story I told has come true!"
"Don't look at me!"
"I'm a storyteller!"
