Chapter 76: Becoming Famous
Liangjiang County, a teahouse.
"When the sea reaches the end, the sky is the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak."
"If the sun rises again, the roc spreads its wings..." Snap! ””
"Hate the sky is so low!"
The storyteller had a solemn face and a deep voice as he gently put down the gavel on the table.
This poem alone made everyone look up frequently.
In an instant, all eyes were focused on the old man.
The storyteller's tone suddenly became angry, his eyes widened angrily, and he looked indignant:
"Everyone, Princess Wencheng of Jiang State used this poem "Chu Lao" and said arrogantly: This single poem can overwhelm the scholars of Jiangnan in my holy dynasty for thirty years!!"
After saying this, he raised his eyelids slightly and carefully observed the performance of everyone in the audience.
Sure enough, everything exploded.
Excellent eye-catching effect.
His emotions were instantly aroused by his steady typhoon.
“I’ve heard this poem before, and it’s really artistic, so she shouldn’t be so arrogant, right?!!”
"I have been a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River for thirty years? Damn it, is Princess Wencheng suffering from a brain disease?!"
"It's too much to bully people! It's too much to bully people! When my Jiangnan literary style was popular, how could I ever bully his Jiang country like this??"
"A villain can be so arrogant once he gains power?!"
"…………"
Hearing that his emotions were almost aroused, the storyteller unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
Then he replied solemnly:
"It has been more than a month since this poem was published, but there has been no response from the Jiangnan literary world..."
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent for an instant.
Everyone looked at each other.
The atmosphere became depressing for a while.
"You really can't suppress her?"
Someone asked weakly.
Everyone looked eagerly at the old man.
The gentleman smiled softly again:
"Fortunately, I, the Great Sage, have a strong foundation of literary style in the south of the Yangtze River, and the poem "Ode to Two Rivers" came out of nowhere, which suppressed Princess Wencheng's arrogance."
"Liangjiang Fu"?
What is that? !
Everyone's eyes became eager and expectant.
They all looked towards the old man.
""Liangjiang Fu"? Please tell me in detail!!"
"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"
……
It's just that although the discussions in the audience were mixed, the old storyteller was watching his nose with his eyes, and his nose was watching his heart without moving.
There is always a smile on his face.
"Stop being so pretentious and talk!"
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and came to reward him with a handful of copper coins.
As someone took the lead, everyone else suddenly realized and started to donate generously.
Not long after, the copper coins from the rewards alone had piled up into a small mountain.
There are even some shining silver beans...
The old storyteller could no longer suppress his words.
Leisurely, he softly said:
"Zeng Anmin, named Quanfu, was sixteen years old and the son of the governor of Fengqi Road."
"He has been smart and courageous since he was a child. When he was born, a ray of blue clouds fell and entered the Governor's Mansion. The Governor looked up in surprise and could see the horizon..."
At this time, everyone held their breath and looked at the old man seriously.
There was not even the sound of cracking melon seeds.
"I can actually see Confucianism, Saints and Dharma standing in the distance!"
"The Confucian sage Fa tapped the governor's forehead three times, laughed at the opposition, and then walked towards the wife's belly!!!"
"The next moment, the baby's cry was heard in the delivery room!"
"The sobs are endless and full of richness!!"
As soon as the old man said these words, everyone took a breath of cold air!
"The reincarnation of a Confucian saint?!!"
"This..." "Really??"
……
"Haha."
The storyteller smiled lightly, picked up the gavel in his hand and patted it gently, making the whole scene quiet.
He spoke slowly and methodically:
"Master Anmin learned literature at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of five, and was able to debate scriptures with the governor at the age of eight!"
"The Governor was afraid that he would go astray, so he used his literary power to suppress him for sixteen years before he stabilized his mind."
"But how can we suppress such a proud figure?!"
The old man smiled freely, looked at everyone and spoke calmly:
"The young master just entered the Water Governor Academy. Within a moment, he realized the literary spirit. In three days, he gathered all the seven hundred acupoints in Zhoutian to attack the Zifu."
"In just five days, Mr. Anmin has reached the level of a gentleman and became the leader of the young students in our Liangjiang County!!"
"A state that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in a lifetime, Mr. Anmin, only took five days!!"
The old man looked at everyone calmly.
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At this time, the venue was completely silent.
Common people don’t understand these ways of cultivation.
But we can also hear the horror of Mr. "Anmin" from it.
His voice sounded leisurely again:
"Master Zeng completely solved the rebellion case in Prince Jiang's Mansion at the age of sixteen."
"Unexpectedly, although King Jiang died, he still had backup plans. He ordered his eagle dog Xu Tong to lead eight thousand soldiers to besiege the Xuanjing Division, trapping the Governor and his family members!"
Hiss~
Eight thousand sergeants! !
What is that concept? !
Everyone's heart sank.
Some people even pursed their lips tightly and stared at the old man.
At this time, the old man laughed loudly, stood up from his seat, and said in a long and energetic voice:
"On that day, Mr. Anmin stepped out of the green air, looked at the soldiers, his voice was high, like a banished immortal, and he chanted..."
He suddenly flashed his face and put on an angry look:
"The moonlight cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, I will urge you immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield! How many people have fought in ancient times?!"
The old man spoke faster and faster, like raindrops, hitting everyone:
"After a poem, a Confucian saint actually appeared!! The azure aura of aura instantly suppressed the entire audience, trapping all the soldiers in place, unable to move!!"
"The thief leader Xu Tong's eyes were about to burst, but he was hit by thousands of arrows pierced through the heart by the arrows transformed by the green energy!!!"
Having said this, the old man gently lifted the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and looked at everyone with a half-smile.
At this time, everyone was completely immersed in the story he told.
The entire teahouse was extremely quiet.
After a long time.
The old man spoke slowly and jokingly asked: "I wonder if Mr. Anmin's "Ode to Two Rivers" can compete with Princess Wencheng's "Ode to the Old Age"??!"
Echoing the beginning and ending, highlighting the theme.
This storyteller’s skill is evident! !
Wow! ! !
There was an uproar below, everyone blushed and said:
"Compared with this poem, Princess Wencheng's poem is nothing!"
"Master Anmin is so talented!!!"
"The reincarnation of the Confucian sage!! The reincarnation of the Confucian sage!!"
"Young Master Anmin, dominate the Jiang Kingdom alone!!"
"Suppress the Jiang Kingdom alone!!"
When everyone was waving their arms wildly and shouting to vent their emotions.
The storyteller had quietly left his seat.
……
In the background, the old man stood there respectfully.
The most loyal lackey in the Governor's Mansion, Qi Bo was sitting in front of him.
A look of praise on his face:
“Not bad!”
After saying that, a piece of broken gold was thrown into the old man's hand.
“The host’s atmosphere is great!!”
The old man's voice became more respectful.
However, Qi Bochu's figure has disappeared and quietly appeared in the backstage of another teahouse...
(End of chapter)