Huo Zhiyun was a little distracted, she was too familiar with the name "Yang Jiajiang", and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was like thunder.

At the beginning of the Fire Spirit Clan, Yue Heng's speech in front of everyone was impassioned and wonderful, she, an admirer, was easily driven by him, and listened to it as if she was fascinated, sitting under the pulpit with her hands in her face, looking at Yue Heng's face on the stage and smirking, her face was red and hot, and her heart was pounding.

The genuine version of "Yang Jiajiang" does not end with She Taijun in charge, Yue Heng said this, he left without being able to finish it in the human world, I'm afraid only she and a few people in the Fire Spirit Clan have heard the full version.

Yue Heng, Yue Heng, Huo Zhiyun sighed in his heart, how come there are things related to you wherever you go? Are you really on Luohui Island? How can I find you?

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, what are you thinking?" Jing Rong'er stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Huozhiyun's eyes, for some reason she was suddenly stupid.

"Oh, Rong'er, it's the Yang family general!let's go in!" Huo Zhiyun barely showed a hint of excitement, followed Jing Rong'er, and walked into the teahouse.

Yue Heng saw this scene from afar, and suddenly had an idea, and after doing a simple disguise technique in a place where no one was paying attention, after changing his appearance and voice, he chose the opportunity to sneak into the back kitchen of the teahouse.

Use Jin Yuan to open the way, and the work is unstoppable.

Under the guidance of the little guy, Yue Heng quickly found the storyteller who was about to take the stage.

He put a large piece of ebony from Kunshan in front of Mr. Storyteller, and said with a smile: "Mr. is eloquent, brother, I have something to ask for, as long as Mr. cooperates, this piece of ebony can be given to Mr. for free." ”

The storyteller swallowed. His eyes stayed on the ebony wood. Can't move away.

Ebony is the best material for waking wood in the Storyteller prop. It is a status symbol, if the storyteller does not have a good piece of ebony waking wood, he is embarrassed to tell others that he is a storyteller when he goes out.

Such a large piece of ebony is definitely worth more than 100 taels of gold, and it has no price, and Mr. Storyteller's resistance is zero.

"Brother, please tell me something. Mr. Storyteller put away his greedy heart, barely maintained a trace of vigilance, and kept looking at Yue Heng.

Yue Heng smiled. He handed over a piece of paper again and said, "Outside, there is a female guest accompanied by two brothers in the teahouse, who likes to listen to and hear about books. The brother read the list of storytellers, and "Yang Jiajiang" is okay, but how can a bad story like "Second Sister Liu's Beiyang Crusoe" be embarrassed to be in my ears? The brother begged Mr. to tell this "Tale of the West Chamber" to ensure that Mr. would be on fire!"

Although Mr. Storyteller is just a craftsman, he also eats by his craft, and has professional ethics and temper, so I can't do whatever you say, not to mention that the other party is still a stranger, after hearing this request. His first reaction was to refuse.

Uh, for the sake of this piece of ebony. Let's take a look at the story content of "The Legend of the West Chamber" first.

The storyteller took the paper and read it roughly, but after a few breaths, he took a deep breath, his eyes could not be taken away, and the more he read, the more surprised he became, his mouth opened wider and wider, and his expression became richer and richer.

Yue Heng picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip gently, if "The Legend of the West Chamber" couldn't impress the other party, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"This is ......" The storyteller was so excited that he couldn't even speak, leaned over with straw paper, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Tai has the full text?"

On paper, it is just a draft outline of "The Legend of the West Chamber", Yue Heng rushed out temporarily due to time urgency, and he couldn't restore all of them at all, as for the more specific details of the story, poems and songs, and love songs, he couldn't write them in detail.

"Of course there is the full text, the story is more exciting, I'm afraid that Mr. won't like ......" Yue Heng smiled and took a few words.

"Yes, of course, this is a really interesting story, and I'm sure the audience will enjoy it too!"

The storyteller rubbed his hands and couldn't help but ask, "Where did this story come from? How long can it be told? Oh yes, I forgot to ask my brother about his name, and please forgive me and tell me!"

Yue Heng smiled mysteriously, so he pointed to it: "Sir, don't be polite, brother, I'm just an insignificant escort, responsible for entertaining distinguished guests." These two distinguished guests like to listen to books, of course, they can't let some vulgar and filthy things enter their ears, "Yang Jiajiang" is a good story, Mr. Trouble tells it with all his heart, "Second Sister Liu" is still forgotten. When the second half comes, brother, I will present the full text of "The Legend of the West Chamber" and let Mr. play to his heart's content!"

The storyteller suddenly realized, mistakenly thought that Yue Heng was a member of the royal family, and even more mistook that the distinguished guest was a royal nobleman, and hurriedly apologized, and promised again and again that he would complete the trust and not disappoint the distinguished guest.

The deal was negotiated, and Yue Heng stayed with Mr. to write the full text of "The Legend of the West Chamber".

Mr. Storyteller walked out to talk with a red face, sat down and woke up and knocked, the first sentence was: "Today's storytelling program has changed, the first half of "Yang Jiajiang", the second half of the new fast book "The Legend of the West Chamber", this is a tear-jerking, miserable, earth-shattering love story, all the officials must not go away, and later walk into the world of "The Legend of the West Chamber" with the old man......"

Jing Rong'er was drinking tea and eating melon seeds, and when she heard this strange propaganda word, she almost burst out laughing: "Xiaoyun, did you hear it?

Huo Zhiyun had never heard of "The Legend of the West Chamber", so he smiled and said: "In order to attract people's attention, Mr. Storyteller is also racking his brains, it is really hard enough." ”

Jing Rong'er smiled from ear to ear: "Then I really want to hear this earth-shattering "The Legend of the West Chamber" today, Captain Fu, please inform me, Xiaoyun and I will return home a little later." ”

Captain Fu had a wry smile on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey Miss's order, so he could only notify him.

In today's story, the male generals of the Yang family are almost all wiped out, and the national disaster is at the head, and the hundred-year-old She Taijun resolutely stood up, personally commanded the generals, and led the female soldiers to the battle, which can be called the biggest plot of the "Yang Family General" story.

Because of the disappearance of the creator Yue Heng, the original "Yang Jiajiang" circulated in the Zhongyuan world happened to stop in this part, and the later story was continued and compiled by countless literati, and there were also several well-taught versions, but at most it was only similar in shape, and there was no charm of Yue Heng's works.

Mr. Storyteller is eloquent, and his words are quite exciting, he has spoken about this article countless times, and the emotions on the scene are very good.

Jing Rong'er, like ordinary people, cheered when she should cheer, applaud when she should applaud, and when she heard the rise, she waved her hand, and the guards threw out a silver ticket of 1,000 taels of silver, and gave a generous reward to make the atmosphere more enthusiastic.

The storyteller smiled all over his face, and noticed that these two women with extraordinary bearing and appearance like fairies, he was sure that they must be the distinguished guests mentioned by the brother in the study, and he spoke even harder. (To be continued.) )