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"Wang Chongyang! Your life was saved by me, if you dare to step into the rivers and lakes half a step today, you will never come to see me! ”

A woman's voice of grief and resentment exploded in her ears.

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The white sky and the earth are snowing heavily,

The cold wind whistled between the two lonely old trees that had emerged from the earth, making a lonely and desolate sound of "wooing".

A tavern appeared out of thin air, a red-hot stove in the middle of the room, crackling from time to time.

Ji Xiu sat by the window.

Opposite him, the storyteller Linfeng is no longer the image of a Confucian in a green shirt, but a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes.

Dressed in a washed white coarse linen robe, his gray hair was casually pressed by a wooden hairpin, and he was messily tied behind his head.

"—toot toot." Yellowed, steaming strong tea poured from the spout of the rosewood sand pot.

Ji Xiu watched all this silently.

He knew that he was still on the second floor of Vasher.

All the scenes in front of him are just the storyteller using his heroic righteousness to pull himself into the storytelling situation he created.

Heavy snow, taverns, stoves, hot tea, all of which are the storytellers' own understanding of the creation after reading the first fifty chapters of the Condor and some of the biographies of the characters they have written.

Well, if you want to distort space, situation, change a space, this already involves simple words.

The minimum requirements for Confucianism and Taoism are also the five virtues.

Even for the general Confucianism and Taoism Five Qualities of cultivation, it is impossible to bring so many people in such a large area.

"The voice mastered by the storyteller should only be an ability, not a real cultivation..."Ji Xiu secretly thought to himself.

He could feel that the fantasy in front of him could be withdrawn from it as long as he wanted it, with just one thought, and it was very free.

"Speaking of rivers and lakes, what are rivers and lakes?"

"Abandon her for the sake of the world, or abandon the world for the sake of one person?" The old man raised his head and stared at Ji Xiu with deep eyes.

Ji Xiu was silent, he didn't answer. Just picked up the teacup and took a sip, huh? The taste of wine?

Yes, I'm in Vasher right now, and there's wine in front of me, and what I picked up and drank in the illusion seemed to be tea, but it was actually wine.

This alone makes the environment full of holes.

However, compared to the storyteller, it is enough to bring the audience in and experience the story.

Well, most people are very immersed in listening to books, and with the illusion bonus, few people will study these things.

Hey? Isn't this the same as an AR experience? However, this is much more convenient than heavy AR equipment.

If I... Phew, if an author writes a little emperor book and spreads it on the black market, and there is a storyteller who has mastered the sound of the scene, tsk, it's amazing! Shouldn't it be profiteering to open a bookstore?

Just when Ji Xiu's thoughts broke down,

The deep and thick voice of the old man in front of him sounded again, and Ji Xiu also put away his gradually cracked brain.

"It is rumored that in the hinterland of Naguanzhong, on the bank of the swill at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, there is a world-famous old mountain, called: Zhongnan... And the Chongyang Palace, known as the ancestral court of the world, is located here......"

Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace?

Ji Xiu thought about it for a while and understood what Lin Feng was going to say.

He remembered that in the warm-up plan for the shopkeeper Hao at that time, there were more than a dozen small plot fragments and character biographies in the Condor story.

Among them, there are evil in the east and poison in the west, Guo Xiang who saw Yang at Fengling Ferry and was wrong for life, Dugu who fought all over the world and only sought defeat, and Chongyang was not weaker than others in his life.

Under the hard condition that they can't spoil the plot of the Condor in advance, these storytellers can naturally only choose a short story they like to tell.

Obviously, what Linfeng wants to talk about is the story of Wang Chongyang.

“… It used to be a holy place that cultivators all over the world yearn for. ”

"And what few people know is that the founder of this Chongyang Palace, the true ancestor Chongyang Zhenren, also had an unbearable past in the rivers and lakes..."

"-Knock!" The teapot was placed heavily on the table, and with a "bang" sound, the scene in front of me began to dissolve.

This time, Ji Xiu was in a Taoist temple.

“… This year, the Jin people went south, and the righteous people of the rivers and lakes responded one after another, just when the country was ruined and the family was in turmoil. Chongyang Ancestral Court, holding the right path, surrendered to bear the brunt of the battle, and fought for the family and the country......"

Well? Ji Xiu found himself wearing a dark cyan robe, standing in the main hall with his hands in his hands, and a disciple behind him was shouting a loud message.

"Your master, the Jin people have gathered an army and are in a hurry..."

Can you still have a first-person perspective?

A low narration sounded in the wind.

Ji Xiu's consciousness did not resist, and he let the perspective move with the narration.

"On this day, it was snowing heavily in Chongyang Palace, I changed my robe, put on a warrior robe that I hadn't worn for a long time, and led three thousand Chongyang disciples to the battlefield..."

The scene switches again, on the battlefield,

Ji Xiu fought bravely to kill the enemy and was deeply surrounded by thousands of troops.

With a sword slash out, an enemy soldier's head was cut off, and Ji Xiu frowned.

Vomit! I want to think, I want to vomit!

He turned around and slashed out with a sword, and several enemy soldiers were killed. Looking at the bloody scene of meat foam flying around and stumps all over the ground, Ji Xiu vomited.

After spitting, Ji Xiu suffered a lot, well, anyway, the consciousness is spitting, just vomit, spit and get used to it.

Tut! I'm also a disguised experience, and I've experienced actual combat?

“… The enemy army is large, the rivers and lakes are brave, I don't know the way of the soldiers, 3,000 disciples are all killed in the siege, and I have fought to the point of being alone..."

Ji Xiu's hair was scattered, holding a long sword, and the disciples around him fell one after another.

A feeling of despair also rose in Ji Xiu's heart.

In desperation, he saw the sudden withdrawal of the enemy army. Far away, in the midst of the vast chaos, I saw a red-clothed sword coming..."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a "pop", and with the sound of startling wood, the picture in front of me instantly dissipated.

In the box, as soon as Ji Xiu woke up and raised his eyes, he saw that the shopkeeper Hao was holding a basin and placing it in front of him.

A big greasy face is so disgusted that it twists together.

As soon as he lowered his head and saw the filth in the basin, Ji Xiu's face stiffened. Well, it turns out that I really threw up!

"I said brother, you're a bit big, huh?" Seeing Ji Xiu wake up, Shopkeeper Hao took the basin and breathed a sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for my brother, I would have been suffocated by urine and quit halfway, and it would be my face that suffered today!" Shopkeeper Hao pointed to his big fat face and complained: "Haven't you experienced sound immersion before?" ”

Sound immersive? Where do I try?

The predecessor didn't listen to the things outside the window and only read the books of the sages, where would he listen to a special storytelling experience of two taels of silver?

Ji Xiu was a little embarrassed and said, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

Shopkeeper Hao knew that Ji Xiu had not experienced it, so he waved his hand to signal that it was okay, and in exchange for the subordinate at the door to take the basin away, and ordered it to be washed and rinsed for Ji Xiu, and after he was busy with everything, he said:

"Brother, how?"

Ji Xiu knew that he was asking about the story that Lin Feng said.

first wiped his mouth, then drank a sip of water to moisten his throat, glanced at the immersive experience below his eyes that was suddenly interrupted, and the noisy martial artists, and said, "Not bad." ”

Well, this storyteller's skills are undoubtedly very strong.

did not tell the story of Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying dryly, but expanded a paragraph after understanding through the small biography he wrote.

At the beginning, Lin Chaoying shouted angrily full of grief and indignation, which made people wonder what was going on.

followed by the introduction of Wang Chongyang, even though he is a martial artist, but he still takes the world as his own responsibility and leads his disciples to resist gold, which can be regarded as a vague theme pointed, chivalry!

The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people, takes the world as his own responsibility!

The last touch of red clothes is also full of anticipation, allowing the audience to consciously recall the woman's resolute shout at the beginning.

What happened between Chongyang real people and women?

At least for the layout of the opening of this idle book if this world is relatively backward, this beginning and stuck point can be regarded as a passing level.

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