Good half a day.

Only then did everyone wake up from their astonishment, and the old bustard coughed lightly, with a hint of excitement in his tone, and asked, "Tie Niu, where did you get this notice?" ”

"Someone stuck behind the stone pillar opposite the main entrance, and I didn't seem to want people to notice it, so I tore it off!"

"Good! You've done a great job! The old bustard applauded, and immediately took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve pocket and threw it over.

"Thank you, thank you Mom!" Tie Niu's cheeks flushed instantly, he didn't expect that the old bustard would reward him with so much money, which was enough for two or three taels of silver.

Trembling and taking the silver into his arms, Tie Niu was just about to leave, when the old bustard's voice sounded again: "Tie Niu, you will immediately post this notice in a more conspicuous place at our door, do you know?" ”

"Okay, I'll go!" Iron Bull nodded, took the notice from the bustard's hand, and turned to run outside.

Watching Tie Niu leave in a hurry, the old bustard suddenly frowned, and she suddenly thought of one thing, that is, did someone deliberately frame Fengqilou and make this notice? Or is it really from Fengqilou?

But in an instant, she threw this question out of her mind, regardless of whether the notice was really from Fengqilou or not, anyway, as long as it was posted to benefit it Jinyuelou.

Thinking of this, the old bustard glanced at the sky, turned his head to Qin Xiucai and said with a smile: "Qin Xiucai, you see that the time is almost up, let's start!" ”

"Good!" Qin Xiucai nodded with a smile, got up and tidied up his clothes slightly, and then walked towards the noisy hall.

After what happened just now, Qin Xiucai's mood had relaxed a lot at the moment, but the moment he stepped into the hall, his heartbeat still involuntarily accelerated a lot, but unlike the simple tension just now, this was another strange feeling.

Blood!

Yes, it's blood!

He could clearly feel that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and there was a strange voice in his head that kept screaming......

Sure to win applause......

Sure to win cheers......

Guaranteed to win the scream......

With impassioned emotions, Qin Xiucai red-eyed, took a big stride, and walked towards the 'storyteller' specially prepared for him not far away.

After a while, Qin Xiucai sat down on the futon of the 'storytelling platform', and the eyes of the sons and brothers in the audience also turned to him, but the noise did not stop immediately.

"Brother Wang, do you know what story Qin Xiucai is telling?"

"It seems that I have heard someone mention it, it seems to be called an iron-blooded hero......"

"It's a good name, it sounds like it's a good feeling!"

"Isn't it! Brother Ye, do you think this name is good? ”

"Oops, it's not too bad anyway! By the way, will you go to Fengqi Tower to listen to the story later? ”

"Of course I went, I didn't have much interest in the name of the iron-blooded hero just by listening to it, or did I have the strength to listen to "The Legend of Mortal Immortals", do you want to go together later?"

"It depends! If it's not bad, I won't go, after all, I've only listened to last night's show, and I don't have the feeling you can't stop! ”

"Well, yes to ......"

While the two were talking, Qin Xiucai had already placed the manuscript on the low table, and immediately took a deep breath and plucked it on the strings as if it were like that.

"Wow!"

As the piano sounded, everyone chatting in the audience immediately closed their mouths reflexively, which made Qin Xiucai suddenly overjoyed, he was worried about how to quiet down these unruly sons and brothers in the audience just now, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

With such a good start, Qin Xiucai was even more excited, he swallowed and foamed hard, and then slowly opened his mouth, and read aloud in what he thought was the most magnetic voice: "That day, the rain was pouring down, and the raindrops were like hail, hitting the Yuanjiang River. And the entire Yuanjiang River is extremely turbulent, and the waves that are more than a foot high hit the embankment one after another. The long embankment has been breached several feet in several places......"

Hearing this, all the sons in the audience frowned, but Qin Xiucai, who was bowing his head and thinking wildly, didn't notice it at all, and still read to himself: "Looking at it from a distance, a vast ocean, except for a few boulders, the remnants of the embankment, and the houses that have been half-buried in the water, I can no longer see other scenes, I can only see the rolling Yuanjiang water, sandwiched with infinite strength, with floating corpses, furniture and sundries that have been floating on the surface of the river, rushing downward......"

After a while, a short and fat boy finally couldn't stand it anymore, slammed the table, stood up and said angrily: "Qin Xiucai, can't you give some fucking emotions?" I'm going to fall asleep when I hear that! ”

"That's it, what Fang Jiu of Fengqi Building said is called painting sound and color, what are you talking about? Is it giving us a lesson? ”

"Yes, if you don't know how to talk about it, don't talk about it, so as not to spoil the book in your hand!"

Many people around echoed loudly, and the old bustard standing on the side of the 'storyteller' saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly came to the stage and said with a smile: "Uncles, be merciful!" This is the first time for us Qin Xiucai to tell a story, and it is inevitable that there will be shortcomings, but since you have put forward your opinions, then Qin Xiucai will definitely change it, and it will definitely be changed until you are satisfied! ”

As he spoke, the old bustard turned his head and squeezed his eyes at Qin Xiucai, who was pale, and said, "Isn't it?" Qin Xiucai! ”

As a showman, Qin Xiucai was extremely angry when he was scolded in public, but when he thought of the identities of everyone in the audience and the money in his pocket, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!" I'll change it! I will definitely be satisfied with the following! ”

After a while, Qin Xiucai's voice sounded again: "Zhao Qingyu took Zhang Rui to take a boat against the water and came to Yuanshan. Along the way, the water of the Yuanjiang River was surging, but after the demon dragon, the Yuanjiang River was as calm as before. However, the banks of the Yuan River, which had been ravaged by floods, could not be restored to their original appearance all at once......"

This time, Qin Xiucai's voice was no longer rigid, and he had some emotions, although it was not a painting of voices, but it could be regarded as being able to listen to it, but ......

After a while, another man jumped out and shouted angrily: "Qin Xiucai, don't narrate those irrelevant scenery, it's a waste of time!" ”

For this kind of impolite interruption, Qin Xiucai hated it so much, but he could only grit his teeth and accept it!

But......

The crowd in the audience seemed to have trouble with him, and after a while, someone would always jump out to find fault, making him almost collapse.

"Qin Xiucai, a person from the Central Plains, suddenly ran to the Western Regions, can he understand what others are saying?"

"Qin Xiucai, will the treasure map of the Western Regions write our Tang characters? You're a bit outrageous! ”

"Qin Xiucai, a seven-foot man, you asked him to carry a big knife of about 300 catties, isn't this?"

“……”