The black silk man is in charge of the order of the entire teahouse, and the little people selected by the Wang family have all experienced a big battle, and there are many people who come today, but they are not chaotic at all, and they are soon led to the place where they should go.

"Childe, it's almost over, isn't it the beginning?" The black silk man came up and asked Wang Jinqiao.

Wang Jinqiao didn't speak, looking at Luo Xiaoqiao, obviously waiting for her to make her own decision.

Luo Xiaoqiao also said directly: "Let's start." ”

"That little guy was the first to take the stage?" Qian Jianing asked.

"Come on." Luo Xiaoqiao nodded.

Qian Jianing stretched his clothes left and right, then walked towards the center of the stage, greeted everyone first, and then said a few words according to the routine, and then officially began to talk about the book.

“…… Dali Duan has a son, named Duan Yu, talented, unforgettable. On this day, Gu Mozhi traveled thousands of miles to borrow the Six-Vein Divine Sword Sutra, and the senior monks of Tianlong Temple couldn't resist it, and Master Rongkut asked the junior disciples to practice one finger each, synthesizing the Six-Vein Divine Sword. At this time, Duan Yu happened to be by the side of Master Kurong, self-observation and self-study, and he actually practiced a complete six-vein divine sword......"

When Wang Zhanli heard that the story had begun, and his old friend hadn't come yet, he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

But with Qian Jianing's suppressed voice, he had completely forgotten where he was, and his mind was deeply attracted by the storytelling on the stage.

Wang Zhanli is not a fierce and ruthless character, he likes that kind of quiet life, and he is actually quite reluctant to fight and kill, especially when they are still in the north, there are Tartars plundering every year, and he doesn't like to listen to this kind of uncomfortable script.

However, after listening to Qian Jianing's description, I couldn't help but feel my blood boiling, and I couldn't help but shout hello.

There was a sound of copper plates rolling on the stage, which guests who were full of enthusiasm had already felt hearty, and some exaggerated guests stood up directly, roaring "good" loudly in their mouths, and threw the copper plates in their hands on the stage.

I don't know how this teahouse is placed, even the people sitting in the back row can hear Mr.'s voice clearly, but they can't see the expression on his face clearly, as well as the movements of his hands and feet, and he feels a little regretful. I secretly decided to come early next time and occupy a few seats in the front row early.

At this time, there was a few noises in front of the stage, and Shuangshou walked over with four middle-aged people.

"In front of the stage, don't get in the way, I can't see Mr.'s movements!" There were a few roars from the middle seat.

A few people actually walked quickly, but they couldn't stand the audience's enthusiasm too much, and there was that impatience, I couldn't wait for them to quickly dodge aside, don't block the expression of the storyteller.

When the four masters were so angry, they couldn't help but get angry. Wang Zhanli hurriedly stood up: "Old Sun, here, hurry up and sit"

The four of them went over and sat down, and they were still very angry in their hearts: "What kind of broken ground, dare to give our brother a few angers"

Wang Zhanli handed each of them a cup of hot tea: "Take a sip of hot tea first to warm up, and you will know why in a while"

Qian Jianing is an old storyteller in the industry, and he has said a few good books in the past 40 years, and he has also experienced this kind of scene, so he is quite experienced.

He didn't stop because of this, but continued: "Seeing this, Gu Mozhi is going to challenge their six-vein divine sword. Everyone was fighting in one place, Duan Yu was watching the battle from the side, and he also gave a point or two halfway, and Master Kurong wanted him to concentrate on watching ......"

The teahouse was quiet, except for Qian Jianing's voice on the stage, as well as the sound of cheering and throwing copper plates from time to time, even calling Xiao Er to serve tea and adding snacks were extremely quiet.

The new Master Sun gradually changed from indifferent to concentrated.

Even Shuangshou, who was sitting on a small stool in the back, was fascinated by it.

Qian Jianing spoke for half an hour, then retreated, leaving a group of guests in the teahouse, sitting on chairs scratching their ears and cheeks, eager to know the following plot.

More like those who are anxious and have no shortage of money in their hands, they asked loudly at this time: "Is there anything else?" When is the next one? ”

The black silk man had already been prepared, and at this time he walked onto the stage unhurriedly, and arched his hand: "Everyone, there are four storytellers in our teahouse, two in the morning and two in the afternoon, each one speaks for an hour, the new content is talked about in the morning, and the old content is repeated in the afternoon and evening, if you are interested, you can come and listen to it at any time every day." ”

This time was arranged by Luo Xiaoqiao, and the content of two hours a day was actually spoken, that is, four hours, and according to the development of the plot, it could be finished in more than a month. With three periods a day, there's always a time slot for you.

"Great, it's just half an hour now, and I can listen to another hour and a half of plays." The people below waited expectantly.

Qin Baolian and Cai Qinqin upstairs, a pair of peach blossom eyes are also shining, they are not interested in iron-blooded rivers and lakes, but they are full of longing and expectation for Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu, and for the love of Azhu and Qiao Shan.

The silk silk in Qin Baolian's hand was pinched tightly: "Azhu is really a strange woman", she couldn't help but murmur to Cai Qinqin.

Wang Gudong also went up after a while, his storytelling experience was not shorter than Qian Jianing, and after an hour, everyone who listened was fascinated.

When the black silk man came to the stage, the tea guests came back to their senses, scratching their ears and cheeks in their hearts: "Shopkeeper, can you talk more today?" You said that when it came to the most critical time, didn't you want our lives? ”

"Shopkeeper, did the Shaolin monk really die at the hands of Nan Murong?"

"The Shopkeeper's ......"

The black silk man waved the tea guests and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this afternoon's storytelling is over, and everyone is free for the rest of the time, if the big guys think it is good, everyone is welcome to continue to come tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he repeated the arrangement of three games a day, and went down.

At this time, Master Sun and the other four came back to their senses.

Master Sun patted Wang Zhanli on the shoulder: "Ah, old Wang, how did you find this place, it's a loss to you, otherwise, such a wonderful storytelling would have been missed by us." ”

"Yes, yes, Lao Sun is right, thank you Lao Wang. Now Lao Wang has broken the bill, and next time we will take turns to be the east," and several other people also thanked them.

"You're welcome, I happened to be passing by, and I came across his house opening, so I came in and took a look."

Wang Zhanli felt very comfortable at this time, he had a good face, and his face was full of red light as soon as he was in a good mood, "I'll come back tomorrow, what about you?" ”

"Come on, that's necessary, oops, I just want to know, what happened to Qiao Shan by the beggar gang." Master Liu said with emotion.

"Yes, you said that this old man who tells a story, he can't do anything, just break it here, I can't get up to it in my heart."

"Yes, yes." Master Li also nodded and said, "This VIP seat is also comfortable, using the sofa from the Luo family, it's really comfortable to sit on." He asked Wang Zhanli again, "This storytelling is not cheap, is it?" ”

"It's not expensive, it's only 20 yuan for a seat, and the price of tea is not much different from other teahouses." Wang Zhanli proudly pointed to the things on the table and said, "It's much more saved than when we went to the teahouse for a day before."

"Is it so cheap?" Master Liu was a little surprised, "This place, it's worth the price when it comes in in the winter." ”

"Who's to say it isn't." Wang Zhanli touched his beard and smiled.

"Oh Lao Wang, you understand first, I won't sit at the same table with you tomorrow, I'll bring my old man over and listen to it, he loves this mouthful", Master Li said.

"Yes, yes, a few of our brothers, you can get together at any time, you are free to do whatever you want, he has three games a day, and he can let the old man come tonight", Wang Zhanli said busily.

"Just tell the story here, alas, don't say it, don't say it, as soon as I talk about my heart-scratching lungs, before he finishes, I have to come to ...... every day", Master Li said as he said, and several people made an appointment for the future, and then they said goodbye.

At the ordinary table in the back, similar conversations abound. There are hot-blooded men, and they even discuss it together.

Even more careful, he has already noticed: "You say, this Qiao Shan, won't be a tragic hero in the end, right?" ”

"Can't you? He's the leader of the beggar gang. ”

"I have a bad feeling that you didn't notice that his grandparents are still alive? I don't feel good......"

"Oh, you say that......"

The people who come to drink tea are those who have a little spare money and a little time, and a small number of them are readers.

Although the story is over, some people are still unsatisfied and don't want to leave, so they sit together and speculate about the development of the plot behind it.

Those who walked met their neighbors on the road, so they naturally wanted to tell him a paragraph or two about this book, and at the same time persuaded those people to hurry up to the teahouse and catch the evening party, so when it opened in the evening, the teahouse was full again.