[Chapter Word Count:3188Last Updated:2015-04-1419:39:56.0]

Daesong Dynasty, both sides of Gangneung.

Big bowl Wangjiang teahouse.

"The ranking officials need to know that the five brothers of the Shi family not only have outstanding martial arts, but also have the ability to drive tigers and wolves! Seeing that the ghosts in a cave in Xishan were not down for a long time, the five brothers of the Shi family gave an order, and the surrounding fishy wind was everywhere, but countless tigers, wolves and leopards swarmed up, and in just a moment, the ghosts in a cave in Xishan were all hung up! ”

In the teahouse, dozens of peddlers and pawns dressed in different clothes were obviously attracted by the storyteller's story, and when they heard the highlights, they all gasped, stretched their necks, pricked up their ears and waited quietly for the storyteller's next words.

The storyteller looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a patched gown, with a pair of straw sandals with his toes exposed, and a worn-out folding fan in his hand.

Everyone was full of expectations, but the scholar drank the tea unhurriedly, and when everyone's appetite was fully aroused, he said: "Guo Xiang is a kind-hearted little girl after all, seeing that a ghost in a cave in Xishan is about to die at the hands of a group of fierce beasts, she is anxious and can't care about her own safety, she dodges into the field, and shouts: 'Don't fight, don't fight!'" You have no grievances at all, why fight to the death! ’”

The storyteller paused again, and someone in the crowd couldn't wait, and said nervously and loudly: "Although Miss Guo Er is kind, how can she be a little girl who can drink so many fierce beasts!" The Condor Hero hurry up, otherwise the ghost in a cave in the West Mountain will have to die here! ”

"Shut up!" The others listened attentively, and they were interrupted coldly, and they all turned their heads and looked at each other angrily, so frightened that the person who interrupted was trembling all over, and covered his mouth with his hands.

"This magistrate is right!" The storyteller didn't care, and after a response, he said: "At this critical moment, I suddenly heard a loud eagle cry piercing the sky, and only one person said loudly: 'A cave in the West Mountain has no faith, and I have waited in vain for a night, but you are so interested, playing here with a group of jackals, tigers and leopards!'" 'The voice of the speaker was as loud as thunder on the ground, and the beasts trembled and surrendered, and fell to their knees on all fours in worship! ”

"Good!"

Under the outline of the storyteller's few words, a picture of heroes appearing in front of everyone's eyes, and all beasts dare not be arrogant, but they feel that the blood in their chests can no longer control their feelings, and they applaud in unison, and the warm atmosphere almost lifted the roof of the big bowl Wangjiang teahouse.

In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, the storyteller waved his hand lightly, closed the worn paper fan, and slapped his palm on the table: "I want to know who this person is, and listen to the next time: the mysterious man solves problems, and the black dragon pool captures the nine-tailed fox!" ”

"Ahh When the storyteller's voice fell, everyone reacted, and shouted unsatisfied: "Mr. Qin, this is just a critical time, why did it suddenly stop!" ”

"yes, yes! Even if you don't say it, we know that this mysterious man must be the Condor Hero! ”

"Yes, it's definitely him! It's ridiculous that the ghosts in a cave in the West Mountain are overwhelmed, and they actually want to duel with the Condor Heroes, but they didn't expect that even their lives were saved by others! ”

"Mr. Qin, the big guy is happy to hear it today, I am willing to give an extra twenty yuan, please tell us another hour!"

"I'm willing to give three more articles!"

……

Your sister, talk about it for another hour, when Lao Tzu is a tireless machine? There was a lot of emotion around, but the storyteller surnamed Qin closed his eyes, looking unfathomable, and he didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

Everyone waited for a long time, and a white-clothed boy with a face like a crown of jade and eyebrows like a star stood up in the corner of the first floor, took out a piece of broken silver from his waist, and said loudly: "The rice should be eaten in one bite, and the book should be listened to every day. I paid for today's tea for everyone, and the extra money is considered to be a mouth-warming fee for Mr. Qin, and we will see you tomorrow at this time. ”

The boy in white unfolded the folding fan, took the close-fitting Tsing Yi servant, and walked away.

Although everyone was reluctant to give up, Mr. Qin never had the intention of speaking again, and everyone could only shake their heads again and again and retreat.

When the building was empty, Mr. Qin quickly opened his eyes, his eyes swept over the table in turn, and his original expression full of anticipation was suddenly replaced by disappointment. MD, this group of people said that they would all give a reward, but except for a piece of broken silver left by the man in white, there was not a single extra copper plate on the table!

"It seems that the people of this era are as hateful as those modern readers who read pirated novels, listen to white books, drink white tea, and dare to make face?" Mr. Qin spat indignantly and raised his middle finger at the backs of the departing people.

"Brother Qin, you are so amazing, you can tell such a wonderful story! Hey, if my future husband has half of your ability, I will be willing to do anything for him! Just when Mr. Qin was indignant, a crisp voice came from his ears. The person who spoke was a tea maid from Wangjiang Tower, and she was a loyal listener when Mr. Qin started talking about "The Condor Heroes" a month ago.

Seeing the little girl's red little face flashing with excitement, and the little stars full of worship in her eyes, Mr. Qin's originally somewhat depressed mood suddenly brightened: Although there is no mobile phone network in this era, and there are no bars and nightclubs, you can enjoy the worship of little Lori by telling a few old-fashioned stories, which seems to be quite cool!

"Would you like to hear more exciting stories?" In the face of the compliment of the little Lori, the corner of Mr. Qin's mouth raised a wicked smile, like a big bad wolf who tempted the little girl with a lollipop.

"Yes!" Little Lori didn't want to think about it, and asked nervously and expectantly, "Brother Qin, do you want to tell me alone first?" ”

"Absolutely." Mr. Qin opened the folding fan and shook it twice thinking that he was extremely romantic: "Let's go back and find a place where no one is around, take the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, and let me tell you about the origin and reproduction of human beings...... This is 10,000 times more exciting than "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"! ”

"Ahh Mr. Qin's words are too straightforward, how can a little girl with yellow flowers bear it? Little Lori seemed to be a frightened little rabbit and took two steps back, covered her face with her hands and said, "Brother Qin, you are necrotic!" ”

"Bad?" Mr. Qin pretended to be innocent: "Just now you also said that if the future husband has half of my ability, you will be willing to do anything for him." ”

"That'...... That...... That's different! Mr. Qin's eyes were blazing, and the little Lori stomped her feet and turned around, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "You...... If you really want to...... I really want to be like me...... You have to tell my dad first...... Ah......h

Little Lori estimated that she never thought that she would say such a thing in her life, and before the words fell, she seemed to have lost half of her strength and ran away.

Looking at Little Lori's panicked back, Mr. Qin almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. That little Lori is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and in his time, that is, when he was in junior high school, although Mr. Qin is not a decent gentleman, he has not yet been perverted to the point where even Little Lori has to win. The reason why he teased her openly was just to find a little bit of a feeling of being alive.

Mr. Qin is not a person from the Dasong Dynasty, or rather, he does not belong to this era at all.

There's a little weirdness to say about it.

Mr. Qin, whose real name is Qin Baichuan, graduated from the School of Chinese Language and Literature of Fudan University, out of interest and hobbies, he studied for two years in the cross talk major of the Northern Quyi School, and studied under Mr. Cheng Boyan, a master in the cross talk industry. In those two years, I followed my master to the north and south, but I also accumulated rich performance experience.

At the beginning of 2015, Qin Baichuan officially graduated and was invited to San Francisco, USA to participate in the youth cross talk competition held abroad. The plane suddenly stalled as it flew over the Pacific Ocean and fell from an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters. Qin Baichuan only remembered that the cabin was noisy at that time, and the terrifying weightlessness caused a strong dizziness, and when he woke up, he appeared in Da Song, a feudal dynasty that had never appeared in history textbooks.

"Qin, Brother Qin, Sister Lan told you to go upstairs, I have something to discuss with you!" Little Lori didn't know when she appeared beside Qin Baichuan again, and after notifying the message, she hurriedly ran away.

Sister Lan is the boss behind this big bowl of Wangjiang Tower, and it is said that she is a recognized strange woman in Jiangling. Sister Lan was born in Qinglou, poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all excellent, and when she was 15 years old, she was famous in Jiangling, ranking at the end of the four beauties in Jiangling. It is rumored that in her heyday, there were countless dignitaries and business tycoons who did not hesitate to fight and spend a lot of money in order to have a night of joy with her.

Three years ago, Sister Lan, who was in the fireworks industry, chose to retreat bravely, divided her savings for many years into two, and returned most of them to the Qinglou as the cost of redemption, and a small part was used to buy this small building near the river, and the big bowl Wangjiang Tea House came into being.

This big bowl of Wangjiang teahouse is also very distinctive, downstairs sells a large bowl of tea, a penny a bowl, mainly for neighbors and tourists to chat and relieve boredom, the second floor is sandalwood, silk and bamboo flick, but it is used for those literati and ink writers to enjoy the scenery of the river, fighting poetry and tasting tea.

Hearing that Sister Lan was invited, Qin Baichuan would not slack off, tidied up his clothes a little, kicked the straw sandals with his toes exposed, and walked down the stairs to the second floor.

The overall decoration style of the second floor is antique, vases and jade, calligraphy and painting are listed on both sides, the sandalwood in the building is lightly burned, the Luoqin rings in the ears, and the river breeze with a trace of coolness blows on the face, which suddenly gives people a feeling of relaxation and happiness. Through the open window, you can see the tumbling river flowing downstream, which is really worthy of the name of Wangjiang.

Qin Baichuan went up to the second floor, and there were several richly dressed sons standing at the window, speaking loudly, as if they were afraid that others would not know their talents.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Li, today I am fortunate to be able to go upstairs with the two of you to look at the river, and watch the surging river wash the rise and fall of the world, and the younger brother suddenly woke up, it turns out that life is only bland and blessed." A talented man at the head talked eloquently, folding the fan and shaking it gently, revealing the true character of a suave and talented man.

Seeing that the eyes of the surrounding maids were all attracted, the other two scholars also found a good feeling of being worshipped, one of them nodded flutteringly and said, "Brother Chu, see it!" Today's beautiful scenery, if Brother Chu feels something, why not write a poem so that we can experience and observe? ”

"Brother Zhou said yes!" Another talented man also puffed up his chest and echoed: "Brother Chu's talent is unknown on both sides of Jiangling, who doesn't know?" I implore Brother Chu not to shirk, so please compose a poem and pass it on to future generations! ”