Song Dayan's palm was empty, the feather fan with the hidden weapon was taken away at some point, and it was on his neck at the moment, a cold feeling came, thinking of himself staring at himself with wide eyes after death, he couldn't help but be shocked, his whole body was cold, and a smile more bitter than a bitter smile was squeezed out on his face, "No, don't throw it, it's a joke, it's a joke......"

"Are you kidding?"

Fang Zhile's wrist shook, the feather fan trembled slightly, and he said coldly, "It's a joke to say that I'm deaf?"

"Just kidding, it's all a joke......"

Song Dayan didn't even dare to breathe, the beads of sweat on his face were rolling down, and he was bitter in his heart, he had been coming to this village to tell stories for several months, not to mention the masters, he didn't even have a decent three-legged cat kung fu, how could he expect that someone would come to the door today.

And even the two minions of the big rhubarb and the two cows were put down in an instant, and it seems that they are not ordinary masters.

Song Dayan suddenly remembered what the second leader of the 'Bandit Gang' said when he was drunk, there are many masters in this Jianghu, and if you don't make a move, you will have to see blood and seal your throat.

That's the real master.

Could it be that this young man in front of him is also a real master? Otherwise, how could he put down Rhubarb and Erniu without even hearing the slightest movement himself?

I didn't have long eyes and provoked a real master?

Song Dayan secretly smiled bitterly, the most powerful thing about storytelling is nothing more than a three-inch tongue, which can say that the dead are alive and the living are dead, but if you use knives and guns to play some real kung fu and fight with others, in addition to begging for mercy, I really can't think of a second way.

"Shaoxia spare your life, Shaoxia spare your life, everyone is the same way, life is not easy these days, you want to eat together, you can be merciful and merciful and let me go......" Almost without waiting for Fang Zhile to speak, Song Dayan was already crying and begging for mercy.

This sudden scene not only made Fang Zhile stunned for a moment, but also frightened the surrounding villagers.

It made many villagers angry, in order to survive, Song Dayan actually told everything and the plate, "Shaoxia, I was wrong, I shouldn't have come here to tell some fake stories to cheat money, I shouldn't have let Rhubarb Erniu attack you, and I shouldn't have teased the girl who spends a lot of buildings......"

"Stop!"

The long story and the spittle stars flew sideways, and Fang Zhile suddenly felt bored.

This guy in front of him is so frank that he even told him about stealing candy when he was a child, if he was given a day and a night, he wouldn't tell all the bad things that his aunt's daughter's girlfriend's friends had done?

Fang Zhile took a deep breath and had to shout to stop.

"Shaoxia, I know this is not enough, time, if you give me some more time, I will definitely ......" Song Dayan was thirty-five years old, begging for mercy and looking better than a girl, crying and shouting with a sad face.

"It must be your sister!" Fang Zhile directly kicked this guy away.

He originally wanted to use his mouth to scold and scold, and finally use Jiuyang Divine Skill to scare and scare, but where did he think that it would be so useless, and he was scared to beg for mercy after just saying how many words?

The most hateful thing is that his mother still pretends to be a sissy? Don't you know that the most hated thing in Fang Zhile's life is the uncles whose surnames are the same as those of a sissy?

Suddenly, Fang Zhile stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Dayan, who was kicked away by himself, with a surprised expression, "Hey, that bastard has the sound of silver on his body." ”

"Let's go!"

"Hurry up and get it back!"

"Strip him naked, let him dare to lie to us before!"

"They used some false stories to fool us, and they deserved to be beaten. ”

Many villagers rushed up, and after a while, Song Dayan's whole body was **, and none of them were complete.

Rhubarb and Er Niu also came to their senses at this time, before they didn't even see clearly before they were knocked out by a figure, and hurriedly got up from the ground, just in time to see Fang Zhile with a thief smile on his face, he was immediately furious, and without saying a word, he rushed over with a fist.

"Stop!"

Song Dayan shouted and scolded, "Isn't it shameful enough, hurry up and go back with me!"

Rhubarb Erniu's body was in a hurry, he was very afraid of Song Dayan, glared at Fang Zhile fiercely, and turned around and walked to Song Dayan's side without saying a word.

The three of them came with high spirits to make some money for rice wine, but they didn't expect to leave in the end, which seemed to be a dream for the villagers.

Then many villagers sighed and left, thinking that they would be able to listen to a rare storytelling, although they had not seen the outside world, but they could listen to Mr. Storyteller talk about it, and imagine it for themselves, at least it was quite interesting.

At least for them who have been living a boring life for a long time.

It's just that I didn't expect that it was the damn storyteller who fooled them all along, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed in the outside world.

In a short time, the villagers were scattered.

Several women around Su Daiyu also looked reluctant, waving their hands and leaving as if they were going to marry their daughter.

Although it was only for a moment, Su Daiyu seemed to have some feelings for the villagers here, and when she saw several women leaving, she felt a little empty in her heart, after all, she was still a fairy who ate fireworks in the world, took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to see what that guy was doing, but she saw a scene that made her stunned at a glance.

Fang Zhile moved the wooden stool that Mr. Storyteller was sitting on to the square table, and then climbed up and sat down on the wooden stool, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his vision was much broader.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Su Daiyu frowned, really unable to figure out that guy's every move.

"Tell stories to make money!"

Fang Zhile winked at Su Daiyu, his expression was smug, and then he took out the gong stick from behind him that he didn't know where to go, and with a 'choking' sound, it resounded throughout Ruliang Village, "Storytelling, storytelling, those who have money hold a money field, those who don't have money hold a personal field, and those who don't have people don't use it......"

"Storytelling, making money?"

Su Daiyu looked at Fang Zhile, who was sitting on the wooden bench with a smug face, and then listened to the words of the money field, and really had the urge to knock herself out.

What kind of thing is this? Hit the storyteller and then make the second storyteller yourself?

That's not how you cheat money, right?

Wait, that guy can still tell a story?

Su Daiyu's eyes widened, and she looked up slightly at Fang Zhile who was playing the gong, her wonderful eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, looking at that guy with a serious look, could he really tell a story?

But I haven't heard him say it before, have you?

"Humph!"

Su Dai couldn't think through it, so he didn't pay attention to it, and when he would anger the villagers, he would run away alone and leave him alone.

Choke –

Another gong sounded, and then Fang Zhile's powerful shout came out, "Don't miss it when you pass by, there will be no village after this store, hurry up and listen to the book......"

Many villagers who were already preparing to go home heard the sound of gongs, and even heard Fang Zhile's powerful shout, and couldn't help but show doubts, stopped for a while, and discussed one after another.

"Isn't that the voice of the kid?"

"yes, can he also tell stories?"

"Let's go, let's see, it's a big deal to go again. ”

"Yes, yes, look, if that kid dares to fool us, strip him naked. ”

With a skeptical attitude, many villagers gathered around the square table after a while, looked up at Fang Zhile sitting on the wooden bench, and shouted, "Hurry up, kid, if you dare to lie to us again, you won't be able to peel off your skin......"

"Hurry up and start ......"

Many villagers cheered up.

It's really too boring for them, except for talking out and ploughing and resting, there are no hobbies, so it's no wonder that every time I hear a storyteller want to tell a story, I always gather the most complete people.

Listening to books has unconsciously become their greatest luxury and pastime.

Fang Zhile naturally understands the expectations of many villagers, and even with a slight sweep of his eyes, he can clearly see the hopes and expectations hidden in the depths of each pair of eyes, hoping to hear a good story and hope that he can live up to their hopes.

Wish......

When I went from the countryside to the city to work hard, didn't I want to return to my hometown in fine clothes and live up to that pair of eyes full of vicissitudes? I also wanted my father and fellow villagers to know that the other family's species were all good!

didn't sink into it, his thoughts pulled back, Fang Zhile took a deep breath, suddenly got up, threw the wooden stick and gong in his hand, and bowed to many villagers, "Fathers and fellow villagers, you are not talented, and you are here to make a fool." ”

At this moment, Fang Zhile suddenly found a little taste of 'hometown', and without waiting for many villagers to respond, he waved his big hand, sat down, cleared his throat, and his mind flashed with the golden hoop stick raised high and roared at the gods and Buddhas, and finally he could only watch the tall figure of his beloved woman dying but unable to do anything, his voice was soft and flat, and he said little by little-

"The story I will tell you today is called "Journey to the West". It is said that in ancient times, there was a land overseas called Aolai Country. The country is close to the sea, there is a flower and fruit mountain in the sea, there is a fairy stone on the mountain to absorb the essence of the moon, and the immortal cells are cultivated, and a stone monkey is produced......"

This stone monkey is naturally the Monkey King.

Fang Zhile asked himself 'in his previous life' that he memorized "Journey to the West", the Water Curtain Cave was the king, overseas teachers, apprenticeship Bodhi, seventy-two changes, getting the golden hoop stick, writing off the life and death book, making trouble in the heavenly palace, and so on, and the plots were like scenes passing through his mind one by one, but at this moment, when it came to apprenticeship Bodhi, he already felt that his stomach was empty, and his mouth was dry at the same time, and he looked up at the west again.

I'm obedient, the sun is about to go down?

When I talk about it casually, I jumped from morning to noon and went straight to afternoon?

I haven't eaten yet!

I glanced at the many villagers who were already drunk and didn't know the way back, it was called a distress, this was digging a pit by oneself and jumping by oneself, I just wanted to talk casually, and then I ran away after asking for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar money, where did I think of getting myself into it.

Fang Zhile took a deep breath, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he thought about it.

"Patriarch Bodhi didn't speak, but clicked on the monkey's head three times, guess what this means?"

Fang Zhile smiled, stood up, and saw that many villagers shook their heads one by one, so he said without hurry, "I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next decomposition." Okay, that's all for today. Come on, come on, everyone has the money to cheer up. ”

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