Although it was the day of the showdown in two days, it was estimated that there were many people who came early to occupy the position like storytellers, and as soon as Qin Fei pondered, he simply put out the tables, chairs and benches first.

I boiled a pot of soup again, got a bowl of rice noodles across the bridge for breakfast, and ate it smoothly.

The storyteller swallowed his saliva as he watched it on the side, and Qin Fei asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The storyteller looked surprised: "How embarrassing is that?"

"Twenty wen a bowl. Qin Fei didn't say that he would invite him to eat, and the price increased slightly, after all, the price in Qingzhou City was more expensive.

When the storyteller heard this, he shook the money bag on his waist, flattened, and said embarrassedly: "I brought dry food." ”

He took out a large cake that was as hard as a stone from his bag, took a few bites, and rolled his eyes in choking, if Qin Fei hadn't slapped him in the chest, he would probably have suffocated to death.

"That's it, you tell me a book, and I'll invite you to eat rice noodles. Qin Fei couldn't stand it a little, so he made a condition.

The storyteller swallowed his saliva, and immediately took out a striking stroke, folding a fan on one side, and talked on Qin Fei's small table: "Say that the flower picker Zhu Tanchun is really skilled, and call that little lady ......."

"Stop, stop!" Qin Fei coughed, you will drive me at such a critical time?

"Talk about some positive energy. Qin Fei demanded.

The storyteller pursed his lips, isn't this kind of story a joy to hear, why doesn't this man like to hear it?

But in order to earn a bowl of rice noodles, I had to take out the ability to press the bottom of the box: "Then let's tell a story about the Qingying Sage punishing the evil dragon and supporting justice in the world." ”

Qin Fei nodded, this is about the same.

The storyteller will tell the story—

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, people lived differently than they do now, women and children picked wild fruits, men hunted, and there was no famine, and they lived a carefree life every day.

But the good times didn't last long, one day, the sky suddenly began to rain fire, people hid underground, but those plants and animals could not hide, the earth turned into a sea of fire, and almost all living beings were burned to death.

Fortunately, the people who survived underground had no food and could not live for a few days, and at this time, the high priest of the human race did a divination, saying that there was an evil dragon hundreds of miles long coiled above the clouds, and killing him would bring peace to the world.

When they asked him how he could kill him, the priest said that there was a flower growing in the ground, but there were many monsters along the way, and only the true brave could reach it, and if he picked and ate the flower, he would have unimaginable power and slay the dragon, but whoever ate the flower would die in three days.

People looked at each other, not to mention whether what the priest said was true or not, even if it was true, it would be a dead end in the end, and it was better to stay with his wife and children at the last time.

Eventually, only a man named Qing Ming stepped forward, he was willing to go in search of the legendary flower, the high priest drew a map for him, and Qing Ming set out on his way to the underground.

Qing Ming is brave and persevering, defeats many underground monsters, and finally finds the legendary flower after many difficulties and dangers.

The flower was very beautiful, and the moment Qing Ming saw it, he seemed to see the life he had had, his wife was tanning leather, the child was picking mulberries, and he was chasing a fat wild deer, running in the mountains and forests......

But Qing Ming quickly came back to his senses, and was not confused by the illusion, he plucked the flower and ate it into his stomach.

As the priest said, he gained incomparably more power, he flew into the sky and fought with the evil dragon for a day and a night, and the people underground could only look up and see lightning flashing and thunder rolling.

The evil dragon was invincible to Qing Ming, and said, "Your life is short, as long as you can spare me, I can make you immortal." ”

"On the contrary, even if you continue to fight me, you may not be able to kill me within three days. ”

Qing Ming only replied: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

After Qing Ming finished speaking, he used all his strength to turn into a sky-cutting giant sword, and with one sword, he cut down the evil dragon and nailed it to the earth.

......

The storyteller tells the story to the effect that it is to the effect that he is very skillful, the plot is rendered with ups and downs, and the battle scenes are even more grandiose and magnificent, as if you had seen it with your own eyes.

Qin Fei was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help but think of a series of mythical stories such as Nuwa mending the sky, Houyi shooting the sun, Dayu controlling the water, and so on.

The mountain at his feet, the legend is that the Qingying Sage was transformed by the evil dragon when he slayed the evil dragon, and after listening to the storyteller's story, Qin Fei felt that it was no longer a cold stone, as if it had a temperature, this is the charm of the story.

The storyteller had finished telling this story, his mouth was dry, and he looked at Qin Fei with hope.

According to the agreement, Qin Fei made him a cross-bridge rice noodle and taught him how to eat it correctly.

The storyteller thinks it is very strange, and the taste of rice noodles is also very unique.

He eats the food he gets in exchange for his labor.

When the storyteller had almost eaten, Qin Fei was curious: "You are so good at storytelling, you should be very profitable, right?"

"Did I say it well?" the storyteller smiled shyly, took a sip of soup from the bowl, and sighed, "Maybe someone else makes money, but I really don't make any money, no, I don't have money to eat a rice noodle." ”

"I'm not afraid of brothers' jokes, my parents don't know what I'm doing now, so I really don't have the face to say it. ”

The storyteller's appearance is not like modesty, but really bad, Qin Fei asked, "Then you haven't thought about changing careers?"

"Of course I did. The storyteller looked into the distance, "But I like this profession a lot, and if someone can be moved by my story, they feel very satisfied, and if there is more money and less money, it seems that it is not so important." ”

"Oh, well, I'm going to give you a few pennies, so it seems that it's okay. Qin Fei put the money bag back in his pocket.

"Kneel down and beg the boss for a reward. The storyteller snorted and cried, and almost knelt down.

At present, there is only this bookmaker on the top of the mountain, and he is also idle, Qin Fei chatted with him for a long time, and told him some of his own experiences.

The storyteller was fascinated by this, and immediately took out a small notebook to record, Qin Fei was puzzled: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, it's my professional habit, I want to write down a good story when I hear it, but if I don't mind, I won't remember it. The storyteller apologized.

Qin Fei waved his hand and motioned to the storyteller to remember it if he wanted to, and Qin Fei also wanted the storyteller to be able to relay some people or things he met in the future, many people were worth remembering, so he said more carefully: "Anyway, you have to write me handsome." ”

When it was almost noon, Qin Fei finished telling what he had seen and heard, the storyteller had already filled a whole booklet, and wanted to come up with a name for future reference, thinking for a while, he suddenly saw the sign of Qin Fei's snack bar, and wrote the words "Otherworldly snack bar" on the cover.

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