Time is three days, since the wine tasting meeting three days ago, Yue Izumo has not seen the smile on Zheng Sanniang's face, which shows how profitable the appearance of distilled liquor is for the money gang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And with the popularity of distilled liquor throughout Jinling City, the name Liao Zhai gradually began to appear in the ears of people in Jinling City.

Three days later, the first storytelling building in Jinling City will be opened, and it will only cost twenty taels to enter, not only with a pot of free wine, but also to hear stories that have never been heard before, and even to hear the music composed by Yue Izumo, the first pianist today. It's only been a few days, and the rich men in Jinling City are already extremely interested in this so-called chat.

Yue Chuyun smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that the money gang would even count himself, and he had only been in the rivers and lakes for half a year, but now he seems to be famous.

However, in the final analysis, this is due to the fact that the entertainment industry is too backward in this era, so that Yue Izumo has already begun to wonder if he should find a time to make up cross talk and sketches, otherwise it will naturally be a little boring just after listening to the story for a long time.

I don't know when this idea came up, but Yue Izumo didn't think it was just an idea, after all, there was a place called Deyun Club in his memory.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, and he looks up at the bright moon......

My name is Guo Degang!

There is Guo Degang in the future, even if you find a teenager who is suitable for cross talk to be trained, even if you can't become Guo Degang for many days, it will be a proper Guo Deguang!

After returning from Wankeju, Yue Chuyun has never been out of the money gang, and in his spare time, he naturally writes down other manuscripts in Liaozhai, which is bad for Cai Xiaowu, after all, these manuscripts are no different from real money in his eyes. The more manuscripts Tsukizumo leaves behind, the more money he will make in the future. In addition, Cai Xiaowu naturally has a vision, even if his vision in other aspects is not very good, but he can be regarded as a master for this industry, and after a glance at the manuscripts left by Yue Chuyun, Cai Xiaowu can see that these stories are not much worse than the manuscripts left in his hands now.

Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies?

It's kind of interesting......

Xu Xian and White Snake?

seems to understand a little why Mr. Yue said that he admires Xu Xian.

Falling eleven with a caterpillar?

Well, when Cai Xiaowu saw this title, he immediately felt that the whole person was not good, fortunately, the story written by Mr. Yue was not a serious story, but with Yue Izuyun's feelings, Cai Xiaowu also felt that this person named Luo Eleven was indeed more deceitful than Xu Xian.

So there are two more people in the money gang who are addicted to stories, one is addicted to the cottage and can't extricate himself, and the other is obsessed with the plot, and even almost forgot to open a chat. Time passed in a flash, seeing that the evening was the auspicious time for the opening of Liaozhai, but the two were still immersed in the story, if it weren't for Xing'er finally couldn't stand it and reminded them, I'm afraid these two people would really forget the opening time.

At noon, Cai Xiaowu looked up at Xing'er with an angry face, and finally shrank his head and left, and when he left the room with his front feet, he heard Xing'er's complaining voice from the house.

"Sir, how can you be the same as the little fifth brother, the little fifth master's head is full of stories, how come the little fifth master has forgotten other things! No, Mr. can't talk about stories alone with the little fifth master in the future, otherwise he will definitely be stupid by the little fifth master." ”

Cai Xiaowu's whole person is not good, he wants to say that he is not stupid, but thinking about Fang Cai Xing'er's inexplicable and frightening expression, Cai Xiaowu can't help but think of the two poems that Mr. Yue once wrote.

If you don't accept it, you will do it, if you can't do it, you will be cowardly, in life, you have to coax it when you should admit it......

Under the scorching sun, on the edge of the official road outside Jinling City, a teahouse in the countryside has become a foothold for pedestrians to rest.

Most of the people who rested here were peddlers' pawns, but today it was a little different, the pedestrians in the teahouse were bored, and some even slept on their tables because of the fatigue caused by the scorching sun. But as two figures in white clothes and blue shirts appeared in sight, everyone in the teahouse suddenly came to their senses.

The person who came was a man and a woman, and the man was automatically ignored by everyone, not because he was too ordinary, but because the woman next to him was too eye-catching.

Everyone saw the woman in white and blue shirt walking straight into the teahouse, although she was brightly dressed, she did not dislike that this teahouse was just an ordinary thatched house.

The girl's birth was extremely symbolic, and the sound was as crisp as a pearl, and it had already appeared, as if it had hooked everyone's souls. The man next to the girl was a little arrogant, and it could be seen from his eyes that he obviously didn't think that he was the same kind of person as the people around him.

"Senior sister, these wild places can only grieve you to rest for a while, but fortunately, you can rush to Jinling in the afternoon, and you finally don't have to suffer from this. ”

The girl raised her head and said with a smile: "Where does Senior Brother Mo Ya say, this is in the same world, what is the difference there." ”

The man who was called Mo Ya smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, and then turned his head and said, "Xiao Er, make a pot of Yunshan Fog Peak!"

"Yunshan Fog Peak?

The shopkeeper said embarrassedly: "Wild tea in the countryside of the small shop, the guest officer ......"

"Little second brother doesn't have to care, just make a pot of tea. ”

The girl smiled, but she relieved the shopkeeper, which naturally caused a little unhappiness to flash in Mo Ya's eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a backwood, there's nothing. ”

The girl was finally a little unhappy, turned her head to look at Mo Ya, and then suddenly found that there was a group of black-clothed people of unknown origin behind her senior brother.

The long sword in black clothes, and the person at the head has an extra purple short sword on his waist. The girl was taken aback when she saw this, and suddenly couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not good, there is a killer!"

Mo Ya was shocked, and when she turned around, the long sword in her hand was already out of the sheath, but the girl was still holding the cyan long sword in her hand, and she actually suppressed the idea of taking out the sword.

"It's this group of people, Senior Brother said, it was this black-clothed man who once intercepted and killed him on the road!"

Mo Ya didn't say anything when he heard this, because he already understood the purpose of these black-clothed people coming here.

Looking at the entire teahouse, none of the people present are from the rivers and lakes, since these people are killers, they are naturally looking for people from the rivers and lakes, and here, only the two of them are from the rivers and lakes.

Chen Siyu, the personal disciple of the head of the Sword Lu, and Mo Ya, the ordinary disciple of the Sword Lu, the purpose of the black-clothed killer is self-evident.

"Kill!"

A clear voice came from the mouth of the leader of the black-clothed killer, and before Chen Siyu could make a move, he saw that Mo Ya had already slashed towards the black-clothed man.

The blood light floated by, but it was not Mo Ya's sword slashing the black-clothed killer, but the passer-by beside the black-clothed killer slowly fell.

Chen Siyu trembled slightly, because she saw the look in the man's eyes when he fell, as if she was still wondering why she died.

"Let's go!"

The anxiety made the girl's voice seem to be scolding and urging, but now in this teahouse, this reprimand is like a fairy sound in everyone's ears. Immortals fight mortals suffer, if there is a word for a lying gun in this era, everyone here will say that they are purely lying guns, fortunately, there is such a little girl who can block these black people from giving them a chance to escape, so a scolding is nothing.

"People, it's always like this, one moment I was hooked by the little girl, and the next moment I took the little girl as a substitute for the dead. But alas, the order I got was that none of them should be left!"