There are more and more people in the teahouse, until it is crowded, the first floor, the second floor are full of people, the people on the second floor are lying on the fence, and some people occupy the stairs, the first floor is almost full of people, this storyteller is also a more famous person, it is not easy to invite over, so after knowing that he came, many people came early to wait. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone is also very face-saving to Mr. Xiang, gave him a seat, in the middle, you can drink tea while listening, and the people in front of them sit directly on the ground, so it does not affect the sight of the people behind.

Finally, under the eyes of everyone looking through Qiushui, the old gentleman who told the story came out of the side door next to the table, and then walked behind the table and bowed.

When the wood was awakened, it was so quiet in the teahouse that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

"I said, I'll tell you a paragraph today, Pingjiang Zhou Daxia killed 38 bandits in a row, and brought the story of the bandits' nest, you have listened well." The old gentleman who told the story woke up first, when someone suddenly shouted.

"Old gentleman, Mr. Buxiao, who wrote the book, is also here, you have to say it, otherwise Mr. Buxiao won't let you say it in the future."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Buxiao is also there."

Everyone coaxed, and then saw Mr. Xiang sitting in the middle of the hall, countless people cast adoring eyes, and now Mr. Xiang is the most eye-catching focus here, Mr. Xiang hurriedly arched his hand, stood up and smiled at the tea guests on the ground: "It's an honor." ”

When the old gentleman saw it, he was embarrassed, and hurriedly walked over and shook hands with Mr. Xiang: "Long Yang, long Yang." ”

Mr. Xiang was full of spring breeze and said: "I happen to be fine today, it just so happens that your old man is here, just listen to the last paragraph, you have to tell the spirit of the hero of that week." ”

"That's nature." The old gentleman turned around and returned to the stage, woke up and patted the wood, and began to tell the glorious deeds of Zhou Daxia, until he said that the bandit den bullied men and women, Zhou Daxia went up the mountain alone to fight 38 people, and when they were all killed, thunderous applause sounded in the teahouse.

There was a cheer.

"If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown." The old gentleman took a shot, it's gone, and the following content hasn't been sent out yet.

"Hey, why is it gone?"

The old gentleman who told the story said: "You have to ask Mr. Xiao, the newspaper is released to this paragraph, and I can only talk about this paragraph." ”

Suddenly, many people gathered around: "Mr. Buxiao, you hurry up and send out the next paragraph, let us see it first." ”

"The rivers and lakes are in emergency, and I am hearing about the wonderful places."

"Mr. Xiao, help, hurry up and use the next chapter to renew my life."

Mr. Xiang smiled slightly, the next chapter will have to be published in the newspaper tomorrow, so Mr. Xiang's expression is very difficult: "I signed a contract with the World Book Company, if it is sent out in advance, it will affect the sales, and it will be a breach of contract." ”

"Don't get in the way, Mr. Xiao, we will definitely keep a good secret with you, and when the time comes, we will definitely buy the newspaper."

"Yes, Mr. Buxiao, don't sell it, hurry up and take out the next chapter to satisfy your hunger."

There were different opinions, and Mr. Xiang smiled, seeing that so many people were looking forward to it, and he couldn't break their face, so he was about to take out the next draft of the novel to the old gentleman who told the story, and at this moment, a small worker next to him came over with a large stack of newspapers, which was half a person tall.

Xiaogong shouted: "The new issue of "Dajiang Daily" has come out, who wants it!" ”

"Dajiang Daily?"

"Did you come out?"

"Wait for me to die, I'm here so early today to see if there is any "Dajiang Daily"."

"Haha, fellow believers, I came so early to wait for the latest issue of "Dajiang Daily".

"Don't rob the big guy, the person in the back handed over a dime and put it in this iron box, I don't count, I'll send one to everyone one by one, give the old gentleman a copy first, and let him tell you a paragraph when the time comes, don't look at it first, otherwise it will be boring, wait for the old gentleman to finish speaking, you go back and look slowly."

"Great!" Xiaogong sent the newspaper down, and if these people got the newspaper, they didn't read it, and a few couldn't wait to secretly open it and take a look, and then immediately closed the newspaper.

The old gentleman took the newspaper in his hand, looked at it first, the people in the teahouse waited patiently, and after the old gentleman finished reading it, he had to savor it carefully, fuse it, and try to say two paragraphs before he could start, because he had not prepared this issue of the newspaper in advance.

Mr. Xiang was about to take out the manuscript of the novel in his pocket, but found that as soon as "Dajiang Daily" came out, everyone seemed to be no longer interested in his novel, Mr. Xiang was anxious, what was going on, didn't this group of people shout to read it before, why don't they speak one by one now.

Mr. Xiang then asked the middle-aged man who had just asked him for the manuscript of the novel to "continue his life": "Didn't you just ask for the manuscript of the next chapter?" ”

That person was waiting excitedly in his heart, being disturbed by Mr. Xiang like this, he was still a little unhappy in his heart, and when he turned around and found that it was Mr. Xiang, he still suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, but the impatience in his eyes had been revealed, and he said casually: "Didn't you say a paragraph just now?" Everybody's heard it, so it's over. ”

That person thought he was saving enough face for Mr. Xiang, but this person's casual tone made Mr. Xiang's heart lit a fire, you were the one who asked for the manuscript just now, and now it's you who says you don't want it, can't you fool me?

A few people next to him heard what Mr. Xiang said, and turned around and said, "Oh, we can just read the next chapter of "Jianghu Heroes" tomorrow, and we are not in a hurry today." ”

"Haha, there is "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", what else to watch "Jianghu Hero"." A man whispered.

"That's right, who called "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" every two days, the gap in the middle was boring, so I had to watch "Jianghu Heroes" to solve my cravings, but I didn't expect "Jianghu Heroes" to not even have one-tenth of the level of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer".

"Yes, look at the past few days, "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" is really heavy, more than the previous two issues combined." Some people whispered, these people thought that their voices were small, and Mr. Buxiao sitting on the side couldn't hear them, but Mr. Buxiao himself was a person who practiced martial arts, and the spirit of his ears was far beyond their imagination, so these whispers of theirs fell into Mr. Xiang's ears one by one.

Mr. Xiang just drank a sip of tea in his mouth, and his anger almost spewed out, and he wanted to smash the teacup in his hand.

Endure!

The old gentleman who told the story finally finished preparing, and then raised his head and looked at the crowd, and everyone also raised their heads to look at the old gentleman excitedly.

"Old man, don't sell it, hurry up."

"We can't bear to look at it, I want to hear you say it first."

"Hurry up, old man, this book addiction is like a flea, it tickles me, you have to 'scratch' it to stop the itch, old gentleman."

The old gentleman was not in a hurry, and walked in front of Mr. Xiang first, and then everyone realized that there was still a Mr. Xiang, knowing that his words were a bit excessive, so he didn't say much, and the old gentleman said: "Mr. Xiao, or you give me the manuscript of the novel, and I will talk about "Jianghu Heroes" again." ”

The old gentleman had already seen Mr. Xiang's unhappy face, so he still stepped forward and wanted to give him a step down, after all, he was a martial arts master of the Southern School, and the old gentleman who told the story didn't want to offend him.

Xiang waved his hand: "No need, you say what they want to see, I'm fine." ”

Mr. Xiang is also arrogant, how can Mr. Xiang accept this kind of charity.

The old gentleman smiled helplessly, returned to the stage, faced the blazing eyes of everyone, and laughed: "Martial arts supreme, sword slaying dragon, command the world, don't dare to disobey, leaning on the sky, who will compete!" As soon as the old gentleman finished speaking, everyone immediately applauded, this is the most classic line of the legend of the rivers and lakes in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer".

I don't know how many times higher this atmosphere than when I was explaining "Jianghu Heroes" just now, but the people who listened to it kept applauding, or the old gentleman woke up and patted the wood, and everyone quieted down.

Mr. Xiang's face is purple now, like a purple eggplant, but in order to uphold the style of his Southern Sect Master, he just endured it, didn't say a word, pretended to drink tea calmly, and ate snacks, he wanted to see how addictive this "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" was!

The old gentleman said: "Last time, we said that Zhang Cuishan and his wife came to the Central Plains and met the Wudang Seven Heroes. This time, we will talk about Zhang Cuishan and his wife and Zhang Wuji's return to Wudang Mountain, do you know who this Zhang Sanfeng is? How old is it? ”

"I know, I know." A lot of people laughed.

"It happens to be his 100th birthday, Zhang Sanfeng is worried, Zhang Cuishan's good apprentice hasn't come back yet, it just so happens that he will come back today." Mr. Storyteller began to talk about it, until martial arts people from all walks of life came to Wudang Mountain to ask Xie Xun's whereabouts, and the crowd was excited, eager to kill all these martial arts people one by one, although Xie Xun had done all the evil before, but now he has become a good person, and he is also a friend of Zhang Cuishan for eight worships, and he is also Zhang Wuji's father-in-law, how can he reveal his whereabouts.

"Humph!" Mr. Xiang snorted coldly, and found that the attention of the people next to him was all attracted by the old gentleman who told the story, and he didn't notice Mr. Xiang's cold snort at all, and then sent Mr. Xiang to snort a few times in order to attract the attention of others. But only a few people looked at Mr. impatiently and motioned him not to talk much, it was wonderful.

Finally, Mr. Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't have to endure it anymore, and today this shame had made him unbearable at all, so he stood up and walked away.

Originally, Mr. Xiang thought that his big move could attract the attention of others, but he didn't expect that after he left, someone immediately sat down on the seat, and everyone didn't care whether he left or not, anyway, you left, and multiple seats were just right. Even the previous small worker didn't notice that Mr. Xiang had left, only the old storyteller on the stage found out about Mr. Xiang's departure and frowned, nothing else.

Mr. Xiang left the teahouse with a stomach full of anger, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take a look inside, the more he looked, the more angry he became, the muscles of his angry face twitched directly, and his teeth began to tremble: "I'm angry, this group of people, one after another, what my level is not as good as one-tenth of that mediocre student, it's just nonsense." ”