"Well, listen to me, the Qiantang River is mighty and mighty, day and night, endlessly bypassing the edge of Lin'an Niujia Village and flowing into the sea in the east. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August. The weeds in front of the village and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, it has become a little more depressed. Under two large pine trees gathered a group of villagers, men and women and a dozen children, listening intently to a thin old man. The speaker was in his fifties, and a green cloth robe had faded to blue-gray after a long wash. I only heard him touch the two pear blossom planks a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand beat on a small drum with a loud sound......"

What Cai Cong said is called a cheer, from Niujiao Village to Guo Jing growing up, the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan taught art, and went to Jiangnan alone. The eloquence is particularly good, so that the people present feel as if they are in the scene, the country is ruined, and the foreign invasion is this paragraph, which makes them think of the Turkic knock on the city last year, and they are all angry for a while.

Speaking of the Seven Monsters, the saliva of envy was about to flow down, and in Cai Cong's mouth, a grand martial arts world gradually unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

At this time, who cares about the little contradiction before, one by one, they are flowing and listening attentively.

"Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown." At the critical moment, Cai Cong suddenly slapped the table and shouted loudly.

"Don't! What happened to the martial arts competition? Did Yang Kang's traitor make it bad? Don't even think about leaving if you don't finish this day. ”

Zhang Kai jumped up all of a sudden, and stretched out his hand to stop Cai Cong from leaving. Cai Cong mouthed towards the door, and a master stroked his beard and looked at them with a smile.

"It's good to make a sacrificial wine!"

Everyone immediately bowed and saluted, how many years have the four schools of the Tang Dynasty been reopened, how many years have the masters been taught, he is also the sacrificial wine of the four schools, and almost all the students in the academy were enlightened by him.

"The old man remembers that you are Zhang Kai, right? I remember that you haven't been so quiet in the three years since you started. Master Cheng said gently, Zhang Kai's face turned red, how could Master's lecture be so attractive?

"The boy is also very unusual! I'm afraid your story is very long, right? The family and country feud are fascinating, and the old man is fascinated by it. ”

"The kid has no form, it's really damn to delay the master's teaching, so I'll leave."

Cai Cong clenched his fists and said apologetically, and left after speaking. Zhang Kai and the others also smiled awkwardly, and left in a hurry after Cai Cong.

"Hey, that's all for today, the story you told by the slave is really good, can you finish the story?" Zhang Kai stood obliquely under the tree and said in a sloppy manner. They are all itching now, how can there be such a romance in the Tang Dynasty, they are all talking about the story of Mulan joining the army, and they have long been tired of hearing it.

"It's not impossible, I can tell a paragraph every day at noon, but I have a request, you have to take a pen and paper and write the story for me, okay?"

"It's easy to say, but you're a little scholar who tells stories every day. Your family won't beat you? ”

"Don't worry about this! My family also loves to listen to stories. Then I'll write to me today, and I'll get the manuscript with you here tomorrow. Cai Cong said and hugged his fists, turned around and left.

"Brother Kai, just let that kid go? How nice it would be to get him back and tell us stories! "It's all bad readers, and it's not bad, I just want Cai Cong to finish the story.

"You know, I suspect this kid can point points, the one in his story that he can't move." Zhang Kai's eyes lit up and said, and the others also thought of it, Cai Cong was just a little bit, Zhang Kai was rolling on the ground, isn't this a point?

"I will definitely come tomorrow, maybe there is a master behind him, serve the senior brother well, worship under his master, learn martial arts, then I will be able to cross the rivers and lakes."

Someone said excitedly, Zhang Kate wanted to slap his mouth, what a cheap mouth, so everyone wanted to go together, he created a group of opponents for himself!

"It's so light, I still have something to do, I'll go first." Zhang Kai left after speaking, thinking to himself, how can you compare with me, I am the one responsible for writing the story.

The afternoon class was much shorter, and after teaching ten big characters, the master asked the students to go home and practice the characters. This is to be put in the future generations of parents can beat the master to death, the slug returned home and made himself a cup of tea first, he saw that Tang Yi was drinking tea while writing, forcing the old man to be high.

He Lao Tzu doesn't have to be on duty today, he will go home at noon, by the way, Tang Dynasty officials go to work at six o'clock, and they can go home at noon, half a day's work.

As a responsible father, the father of the slug will come every day to check on his son's studies and tutor him by the way.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong fragrance of tea, and immediately his face was full of black lines, and he shouted: "The rabbit cub stole my tea again, this time see how I clean you up."

"Stop, Dad, smell it, is my tea more fragrant than yours?"

The slug saw that he was already looking for rattan, and immediately screamed loudly, this beating can't be beaten, and if he suffers, he will lose.

Listening to the slug say this seems to be the case, he took the slug's cup and looked at it, I dropped a good girl, this tea is better than the official book, each piece is tender heart buds, emerald green like jade pieces, look beautiful.

"Where did you get your tea?"

"Sent by a classmate, Dad, look, it's full of jars! His family is amazing, and the dishes he eats at noon are all dishes from Taibai Building, which are better than those of Taibai Building. The slug said proudly, but unfortunately he didn't know what to do.

He nodded, took the tea in his hand and put it in his arms and said, "Well, what does this classmate do?"

"I don't know, Dad, you give me back the tea."

"I'll exchange my tea with you, and get along with this classmate, he is not an ordinary family background, write well, and my father will leave first."

After saying that, he left like a gust of wind, but he was thinking in his heart about who his son's classmate was, the jars of tea were all antiques, at least worth 100 yuan, so he gave them to his son casually.

"Dad, I don't change ......"

The slug cried desolate at the door, but his father had long since disappeared. He still wants to tell his father about Guo Jing's story, but don't even think about it now.

At noon the next day, Zhang Kai and his entourage came early, some people carried tables, some people moved stools, and set up a platform in the open space, and Cai Cong was full of melons and fruits in front of him.

The classroom is too crowded, how many people squatted in the corner yesterday to listen, today they are all good at learning, with their own benches and snacks.

Mr. Jin Yong's book is not covered, Cai Cong will say two chapters today, and three verses tomorrow, and the number of people listening to the book will gradually increase.

Zhang Kai claimed to be a clerk in the bookstore, and asked his younger brother to watch the scene, and no one was allowed to make trouble. Half a month after the book was talked, there were characters on the field, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Qiu Qianren, Cai Cong's eyes twitched, this is probably the earliest role-playing!

Within a month, it swept Chang'an, Luoyang, and spread to the surrounding cities. Whatever Cai Cong said, Zhang Kai wrote, Cai Cong asked people to buy a book printing workshop and publish the book himself.

Nowadays, in the Chang'an market, you can hear some rangers fighting from time to time, shouting that the dragon is descending eighteen palms, and the blue sea tide is singing.

When Li Shimin learned the news, he laughed angrily. If you are told to read, you should be a scholar and tell a story.