"Oh, since you want to say something that a storyteller should say, then I don't know what you are going to say, is it the boss of Liu's second family who opened the door of Widow Zhao, or the second lady of the Sun Mansion eloped with the next person who chopped wood!"

The old man sneered, what he said is the ninth-rate jokes that those storytellers say in the teahouse now, because the storyteller is in a poor environment, and the audience is a big character who doesn't know a rough person, so these short in the parents are popular with them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I didn't expect Mr. to know so much about the business of the ninth stream, it seems that you have not been to this kind of place, but I don't know where you go to the teahouse, or the dark alley next to the teahouse to do business!"

Blind forbearance is not Yue Feng's style, the other party has been forced to such a state, Yue Feng must fight back, since you say that I am doing a ninth-rate business, then I will say that you are going to do business with prostitutes, and you are not going to these drunken flower buildings such as literati and elegant places, but those dirty and cheap places where farmers and footmen go.

Of course, the old man knew what the dark alley next to the teahouse was, thinking that he was a respected gentleman, he was insulted like this, and this time he was unwilling to come, he really couldn't shirk it, and his heart was already very uncomfortable, and now he was humiliated by his juniors, for a while, the old man couldn't breathe, and almost fainted, but fortunately, he followed an apprentice by his side, hurriedly helped him sit down, and drank a sip of tea to help him smooth his breath, otherwise I'm afraid the old gentleman would go.

After taking a sip of tea, the old man was angry, and he was about to scold Yue Feng, but Yue Feng didn't wait for the other party to speak, and directly interrupted the other party.

"Mr. Zhang, since I want to talk about books here, of course I won't talk about those vulgar and ignorant content." Yue Feng explained.

"And what are you going to say?" Afraid that his husband would be angry again, the young man next to the old man asked for him.

"I'm going to talk about the stories I wrote myself, and although these are stories, some of them can cause people to think deeply and lead them to good!"

"Hmph, the old man wants to know when the time comes, what are you going to say?" The old man pushed away the hand that his apprentice was supporting, and stood up again to look directly at this Yue Feng.

"The ghost is not over!" Yue Feng's lips trembled slightly, and he spit out five sons in a cold voice.

"Shaft, don't you know that Zi Bu is silent? It's not a ghost, isn't it your three years of being in a coma and the ghosts are dashing, since you are so nostalgic, what are you doing when you wake up? As soon as the dizzy old man said this, he felt bad, as a gentleman, he should not say such vicious words to a student.

No, as soon as the old man got the words, many people in the hall frowned, such vicious words really shouldn't be for a person who is just recovering from a serious illness, and in some places such words are even already a curse.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhang, he's not usually such a person, how can he say such things!"

"That's right, it shouldn't be, usually he is a respected senior, such a curse for a junior, it really shouldn't be!"

"Have you noticed, Mr. Zhang seems to be deliberately targeting Yue Feng."

"It's really true that you say that, before Yue Feng was talking about what he saw and heard after he woke up, he really smelled tears, but Mr. Zhang's expression didn't change at all, but continued to scold, this really doesn't look like he did it."

"Could it be that they have any grievances?"

The gossip kept hitting the old man's ears, and he was so ashamed that he could only sprinkle this anger on Yue Feng.

"Sir, you have lost your morality, please pay attention to your words and deeds, this is related to your conduct!" Although he didn't know why the other party's brain was short-circuited and said such immoral words, Yue Feng would never let go of such an opportunity to beat the water dog.

"You..." the old man pointed at Yue Feng and couldn't say a word, and it took a long time to suppress the anger in his heart and question; You say that the stories you write about gods and ghosts can cause people to think deeply, but it is really ridiculous, and the theory of gods and ghosts is an ethereal thing, how can you teach and educate people and lead people to goodness. ”

"Sir, you are wrong, everything in the world, which contains its own truth, the gods and ghosts are even more direct, Buddhism has Guanyin Bodhisattva great compassion, do not cross the world people do not become Buddha's great kindness and compassion, Taoism has a heavenly master to sacrifice himself, to protect the peace of the world of the great selfless, even the sage books we read also on the spring silkworm silk, wax torch into ashes, sacrifice self for the benefit of people's admiration, sir, your remarks, all negative, is it a little too decisive, or your wisdom is compared to the martyrs of the Buddha, Confucianism and Taoism!" Although Yue Feng's tone was not in a hurry and dissatisfied, his words were indeed aggressive.

How dare the old man admit such remarks, doesn't he think that he is more powerful than the sages of these three sects, the old man can only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"What a sharp-toothed man, the old man naturally doesn't dare to compare with his ancestors, you take the ancestors as an example, isn't it saying that the story you write can be as powerful as the ancestors?" The old man followed Yue Feng's words, and instead took the other party's army.

"Students naturally dare not compare with their ancestors, as I said before, everything in the world has its own reason, and the same is true of students' stories, as for whether they can read the content or not, it depends on the person." Yue Feng didn't say it thoroughly, but the meaning of his words is not difficult to guess, that is, my story must have connotation, but whether you can see through it depends on your level of appreciation.

"Hmph, you don't have to use this kind of words to play tricks, everyone present, that one is not a person who has read poetry and books, if your story really has a deep meaning, then we will definitely have some understanding, but if it is just some clichés, then don't blame us for making you unable to get off the stage." The old man said indignantly.

After arguing for so long, in fact, in the end, it depends on the quality of Yue Feng's story, good self-heating is respected by everyone, if it is bad, it can only be embarrassing.

"Sir, please sit down, the next story I'm going to tell is the prequel to A Chinese Ghost Story! Please enjoy! Yue Feng returned to his seat, took a sip of tea from his teacup, asked for a folding fan, and slowly told the story.

"Three lives, three companions, three regrets, one person, one love, one sigh!"

"In the distant Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, there is a temple, called Lanruo Temple, the decoration is different from other temples, there is no common temple of righteousness and solemnity, but it seems to be rouge breath, it is located in the deep mountains and old forests, ordinary people are difficult to see its traces, only those who are by chance, can step into it, but they have never come out again, and our story begins here...."

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