"Wencheng three emperors and five emperors, Wu Yao, Shun, Shang Zhou;

"Slap", a square piece of wood slapped on the fairy table, and the crisp sound resounded through the hall.

A small poem, Wen Chengsong every time before telling a story, chanting a poem, will win the applause of the house, not only the guests, Wen Chengsong's voice is suppressed and frustrated, and the speech is very infectious is also a big reason. Therefore, although he is not very old, he inherited the mantle of his master and became a well-known storyteller. Wen Chengsong is not only his name, but also everyone's pursuit of him.

However, today, after a small poem is chanted, there is an uncharacteristically silent teahouse in the full house. It may be a little embarrassing to be an ordinary person, but Wen Chengsong's face remains the same, not only because he is used to seeing all kinds of scenes, but also because he understands the mood of these audiences.

After fixing his mind, Wen Chengsong paused slightly, the opening can't go straight to the topic, a simple chat can shorten the distance with the audience, and it won't be too abrupt, this is a storytelling skill, third-rate storytellers are well versed in it, not to mention everyone like Wen Chengsong.

Storytellers don't just tell stories, they need to grasp the heartstrings of every listener, so that more people can listen to their own storytelling and keep themselves alive. However, today's situation is a little different, his pause, although many people are looking forward to it, but more people still show impatience, obviously feeling that Wen Chengsong is unhappy.

With his mind racing, a master like Wen Chengsong immediately knew what to do, gave up a few excessive burdens that he had thought about a long time ago, and went straight to the point.

The above book said, with a whin, the mountain wind was blowing, and a demon wind suddenly blew all over the martial arts arena of Shaolin Temple. The thousand-year-old temple Buddha sound is lingering, but it is difficult to resist the invasion of this demon wind, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes on the martial arts field are also blown to the side, whether it is to make a knife, practice a sword, use a gun, carry a stick, and be stable or light and extraordinary, each of them is standing unsteadily, and the scene is not chaotic. ”

As he spoke, Wen Chengsong observed the eyes of the individual and found that everyone's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that what he said attracted these people, which gave him a sense of satisfaction in his heart. After all, storytelling is a trick-like business, and it is not easy to achieve such a level as Wen Chengsong, but after all, the identity is still considered to be the ninth rate. Wen Chengsong can make achievements in this way, in addition to talent, his love for it is also indispensable, and this love naturally comes from satisfaction, and the satisfaction of being watched by all eyes can attract the satisfaction of everyone.

Enjoying this sense of satisfaction, Wen Chengsong did not slack off in the slightest, and still kept adjusting his language, some of which were designed a long time ago, and some of which were played on the spot, so as to form a wonderful story.

"Someone must be asking, where did this demon wind come from?" Wen Chengsong changed his words, and then paused for a moment, this was a transition. If someone asks him, he can go down, if no one speaks, he can also throw bricks, this pause is to wait for someone to catch the conversation, once someone really asks, he can naturally use the topic to play. However, to his surprise, this time there was still no one to intervene, and everyone seemed to have discussed it, but they didn't make a difference, but the look of anticipation was undiminished.

Although it was unexpected, Wen Chengsong was not flustered, and he justified himself as a storyteller's housekeeping ability, even if no one agreed, he could come back, this is their kung fu.

"The demon wind came from the bottom of the mountain, and although this demon wind came strangely, it was not a demon or evil, but a living person, but this person was three points more powerful than the demon and evil. ”

A bait is thrown out, just to see the reaction of the listeners, Wen Chengsong can be reeled at any time, and he likes to fill in all the holes when everyone is itching.

But today...... Wen Chengsong knew that today's book might not be the same as before, so he didn't want to be perfect, but continued: "The demon wind blew, the clouds and mist gradually dispersed, and a person floated from the air, like a fairy. This person is not a bird, how can he fly in the air, but if the name of this person is said, I am afraid that everyone here will not have doubts, this person is none other than the first master of the Dajin Kingdom, and the great master who has to add a big character in front of the grandmaster - Acula Jiaen. ”

The listeners finally reacted this time, and many people gasped. The rivers and lakes are neither far nor close to these flat-headed people, not far because everyone lives in the rivers and lakes, and not close because those chivalrous people who fly high and walk low are not the main theme of these people's lives, and the lives of those people are full of swords and swords, not firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

However, there is no intersection, it does not mean that there is no understanding, for people living in troubled times, survival in addition to life, there is an indispensable longing and hope, and those who can resist the invasion by force are undoubtedly the best candidates to bring hope. Therefore, even if these people can't participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, they can imagine themselves in it after hearing about it, and realize their chivalrous dreams.

"Who is Achula Jiaen, that is the Eagle Master revered by the whole country of Dajin, and his martial arts cultivation is said to be not below the five great masters of the Central Plains, and even surpassed. In this way, it is not surprising that he is able to walk in the air. ”

The reaction of the audience made up for Wen Chengsong's regret a little, but a few of the listeners attracted Wen Chengsong's attention, and after these people heard Jiaen's name, they did not have the same reaction as most people, but with a smile on their faces, mixed with a hint of ridicule. This strange reaction was quickly captured by Wen Chengsong, and with his knowledge, he couldn't tell the thoughts of these people, but these listeners were obviously not good hosts, so Wen Chengsong immediately became cautious.

Wen Chengsong is talking about the Shaolin Temple martial arts arena martial arts conference, although the description is not without exaggeration, and the details are too big, but the words are still in line with the facts, from Jia En to Beigong He escaped, from Bamber to fight Jia En to Wang Yuxin to take over the battle, and even the terrifying thunder and lightning giant sword was clearly described by Wen Chengsong, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

In this book, I said that it took more than an hour, and the tea of the listeners was stored and exhausted, exhausted and saved, but everyone's interest did not decrease slightly, and they did not even feel tired, obviously Wen Chengsong's narration was very fascinating.

"This young man was born with a sword, but he was not dead, but his god-like state was too terrifying, not like ordinary people, but like the evil spirits of hell. Just looking at this descendant standing on the ground and staggering, he didn't fall down, but this time he shocked Jia En, who was still in the air. After all, he Jia'en is a mortal fetus in the flesh, and when he uses this kind of immortal swordsmanship, his own consumption is extremely great, and then he sees that he is unharmed, and he can't get up in one breath, and he almost falls headlong. ”

Saying that, Wen Chengsong paused: "If Jia'en really fell down and died, it would be fine, and it would save endless future troubles, but he stabilized his body, but he heard the latter cut his fingers and scolded: 'The old thief of the state of Wu Nafan, come by force, deceive me in the Central Plains, no one will den, the thief will dare!'"

"Okay!" Wen Chengsong said this, and immediately heard a cheer, and looked over the place where the voice came from with joy, only to find that it was a woman among those strange guests, only to hear the woman continue to laugh, "These words are really good." ”

This drew the rest of the people's eyes on her, but after saying this, the woman smiled and said nothing. Wen Chengsong didn't expect that the first cheer today would be these strange guests, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, and continued: "As soon as the words came out, the angry Jia En shouted wow, rubbed his fingers into arrows, and the sword qi flew towards the descendants. Don't look at the rear-spirited words, but in fact he has been injured, in the face of such an attack by Jia En, it is really difficult to protect himself, and when he saw that he was about to be pierced by the sword qi on the spot, he only heard a crisp voice shouting: "Stop. ’”

Saying that, Wen Chengsong subconsciously glanced at the woman who spoke out just now, paused and said: "A figure jumped out and grabbed the Housheng in a few steps, this person came quickly, and he was actually faster than the sword qi, and he actually saved the Housheng before the sword qi was fatal." But this is also worthy of it, how strong Jiaen's sword qi is, but the aftermath is like an arrow, the figure retreats again and again with the descendants, but it is also unbearable, and under the full force, it escaped Jiaen's attack, and it was not until this time that the surrounding heroes saw clearly that it was actually ...... It was a woman. ”

"The origin of the descendants and the woman is unknown, but the courage to be able to face Jia En alone is also superhuman. But who knows, when Jia En saw these two people appear, his eyes immediately split, and he really looked like an enemy seeing each other, and he screamed angrily, raising his hand was his own killing move, and the sword qi shot continuously. You all know that Jia En's sword qi formed a formation vertically and horizontally, and he was lucky to get out of it by Housheng, this time he repeated his old skills, and Housheng naturally had no power to act, and I don't know what the woman's skills were. Jia En's sword qi was flying, and he was about to hang the two of them on the spot, but at this moment, an amazing scene suddenly happened. ”

Wen Chengsong said that he patted the waking wood, which is a habit, and when the waking wood pats, the story starts, and the waking wood shoots again, which means that this scene is coming to an end.

Storytelling pays attention to leaving suspense and giving people a thought, which is not only to retain the listeners, but also to leave a way back for yourself. Wen Chengsong stopped at this point, which can be regarded as leaving a great suspense, every time at this time, the listeners are all clamoring, or begging, or urging, in short, hoping to listen. Even so, Wen Chengsong will not continue, this is to leave food for himself, and most of the listeners will not be unreasonable, people in front of them, they always have to pay attention to courtesy, and the forced business cannot be done, but today is a little different.

Wen Chengsong woke up and immediately found that many people had already stared at each other, which was very different from the state of the previous listeners. He is good at observing words and feelings, and subconsciously feels that something is wrong, he can't stop at this time, and after Xingmu fell, he didn't hesitate to answer: "Guess what, this posterior and the woman actually flew up." ”

"Someone said, isn't it only Jia En who can fly? Yes, this ability Acula Jia En does know, but the two of them can also fly up in this later life, and their ability is obviously not under Jia En. After the two of them flew up, they immediately rushed to Jiaen, Jiaen's stunned was already close to the two of them, the three of them crackled in the air, the fight was not lively, and the battle lasted for three hundred rounds, and there was no victory, but changes also occurred at this time.

"Achula Gaun consumed too much, and maintained his body in the air without falling, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and the two of them fought for a long time, the follow-up was weak, and the strength of the whole person became weaker and weaker, and finally the two people robbed a chance, and fell to the ground with one move, a generation of grandmasters, and died on the spot. As the saying goes, once you enter the rivers and lakes, you will not be idle, evil will be a quagmire, and good will be the sky; once you have attained the Tao and become a chicken dog, you will be mediocre and half-lifeless. ”

After a few hasty sentences, Wen Chengsong didn't care about any suspense, he just wanted to end today's scene quickly. But after he finished the book, he still won the applause of the whole hall after all, but after the applause, he heard a voice that overshadowed the noise of the audience, and said: "Mr. Wen, can you say another book with twelve gold medals and urgent life!" After that, a golden light crossed the audience and fell in front of Wen Chengsong, and it was a piece of gold.

Seeing this, Wen Chengsong's face was already solemn.