The house that Yang Shu helped Wu Long rent was two bedrooms and one living room, one bedroom, and one Wu Long's office. Yang Shu worked in the hall.

Knowing that Wu Long came back from filming, she came over to report to Wu Long that day.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the house, he saw Wu Long moving out all the office furniture. This made Yang Shu confused and didn't know what was going on.

"I want to live stream the storytelling."

"Live storytelling?" Yang Shu couldn't understand why Wu Long wanted to do this. "No one reads storytelling now, there is no market or popularity."

"No, even if you are broadcasting live storytelling, why do you need to move furniture?"

"My storytelling is different," Wu Long explained. "You are here. My live broadcast needs some background material. You can help me shoot it. Just take pictures of trees, grass, forests, rocks, rivers, water surfaces, etc.."

"Green Screen Virtual Background?"

"right."

"My storytelling is different. I know martial arts. When it comes to fighting, I will perform martial arts here."

Yang Shu probably guessed what Wu Long meant, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go now."

She is a tool person, at least that's how she defines the money she borrows. The money she borrows is her salary here.

She doesn’t have many suggestions on Wu Long’s development. She will only know if it can be done after trying it.

Just like her in insurance sales business, she even knows that the opportunity is slim, she still has to try it. It is possible. If she doesn't try it, she doesn't even have a possible chance.

Yang Shu went to shoot the material, Wu Long looked at the room, conceiving a scene of storytelling in his mind.

In addition to customizing a table, we also need to make costumes, Taoist suits, ordinary ancient clothes, and weapons. The interior is mainly short weapons, so it is placed under the storytelling table.

When talking about the wonderful things, I took a snap of the gavel and pushed the table with pulleys away, and pulled out the weapons from under the table and started practicing.

However, after looking at it, I still felt that the room was a little small and could not be used.

It was originally a residential house, and the room was so big. No matter how you moved it, it would be fine to punch empty-handed. If you had to perform with weapons, you would have to jump up and down, and you would feel constrained.

He picked up the phone and called Yang Shu, asking if there was a bigger place to do live broadcasts. Yang Shu said she called and asked.

He called Chu Jian again and asked him to help find a place.

In places like the imperial capital, every inch of land is valuable, and there are larger places, but the price is only expensive. Use it to shoot live broadcasts or experiment with new forms. If no one watches or likes them, then it will be a big loss.

After thinking about it, I would like to try it out at home first and see if the situation is going on.

Costumes, wigs, props and weapons are purchased online directly. After the customized table is moved back, the costumes and props and weapons purchased online are also sent to them one after another.

Because Yang Tiexin used an iron spear, Wu Long thought about it and bought a martial arts gun for performances.

Everything was ready, and he started the broadcast on time at exactly 8 o'clock in the evening.

Because he made a preview on Weibo, saying that the live broadcast will be launched tonight, and the content will be absolutely extraordinary, so he has not started broadcasting yet, and the black screen in the live broadcast room has become more than 100,000 yuan.

At the beginning of the live broadcast, everyone saw that there was only one table in the camera, with the background of a screen and the opera garden. The two big words "storytelling" on the screen were clearly eye-catching.

Barrage:

"Where are people?"

"Is this a background loaded with green screen?"

"Don't you step on a beer bottle?"

"Put on the beer bottle on the table?"

"Didn't you see the word storytelling?"

"Kung Fu King changed to storytelling?"

"Where are you kidding me?"

"Storytelling? It's boring, I'm leaving."

Wu Long walked out from one side, and said in a low mid-bass male voice as he walked:

"The country is thick for thousands of miles, and the north wind is cold for a night. The sky is chaotic and snow is floating, and the thunder is shaking the country. I would rather be a peaceful dog than be a person in troubled times. What is the righteousness of a chivalrous person? It is the national security of his hometown!"

After saying this opening poem, Wu Long happened to come to the back of the table, picked up the gavel and patted it down.

"Bang!"

"Good evening, friends!"

"Tonight I will tell you a martial arts story "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

"As the saying goes, the greatest hero is to serve the country and the people. The story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" tells the story of the heroes serving the country and the people."

"This story is divided into three parts, the first part is called "Iron Blooded and Danxin"!"

"I'll talk about the first chapter tonight. The wind and snow have turned into disasters, and good people don't know the evil people's hearts."

"That's right, during the Song Dynasty, outside the capital Lin'an, there was a village called Niujia Village. Beside Niujia Village, there was the Qiantang River water surging, rushing day and night, and it flowed eastward into the East China Sea."

Wu Long raised his hand and made a rushing movement in front of his chest.

Yang Shu operated on the side and replaced the background with rivers and wilderness.

"Autumn goes and winter comes, and it gets colder day by day. In the middle of the night, the north wind is howling, and heavy snow is flying all over the sky."

The background was replaced by a wild snow scene, and special effects snow fell.

"On the second day, the snow did not stop, and it fell even harder. It was like goose feathers covering the sky, and the Qiong Yao dispersed the ground, and it fell into the vast white fields."

"There are two families in this Niujia Village. One family is surnamed Guo, named Guo Xiaotian and his wife Li Ping."

"This Guo Xiaotian is not an ordinary person. He is a descendant of Guo Sheng, a hero of Liangshanbo. He used the family-born halberd technique, but it turned long to short, and single to double."

Barrage:

"Haha, Brother Long can't play the decent role in "Water Margin", so instead of "Water Margin" sequel?"

"It can be seen that Brother Long still has resentment towards those who oppose his role as Ximen Qing and cannot let go."

"Is it possible that Brother Long, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", is about Wu Song's descendants?"

"I think I'm a descendant of Ximen Qing, haha!"

Wu Long couldn't see the barrage, so he continued to talk about storytelling.

"The other family, whose surname is Yang, is Tiexin. His wife is Bao Xiruo."

Barrage:

"Isn't it a descendant of Ximen Qing?"

"It's not a descendant of Ximen Qing, it's a bad review!"

"It's not a descendant of Ximen Qing, I'm leaving!"

The background is replaced by two thatched huts, with trees and mountains behind them, and a wild atmosphere.

"This Yang Tiexin is also not an ordinary person. His origin is even more amazing than Guo Xiaotian."

"He is!"

"The general of Yue Fei, a famous general of the anti-Jin, is a descendant of Yang Zaixing, a famous general of the anti-Jin,!"

"Both are descendants of Zhongyi. After the fall of the north, they wandered around the world, and they met Jinlan at the eighth birthday party. They moved to Niujia Village together and were neighbors."

Barrage:

"It's interesting."

"Brother Long's storytelling is very interesting."

"I didn't expect that Brother Long can play and sing, and can also speak storytelling!"

Wu Long made a move to see the snow when he opened the door.

"Yang Tiexin felt a feeling when he saw the heavy snow. He wanted to invite Guo Xiaotian and his wife next door to come over to drink and enjoy the snow at night."

"He picked up two big gourds and went to the tavern at the entrance of the village to buy wine. Unexpectedly, the tavern was not open, and he looked inside the window, and the dust on the table was accumulated thickly."

"Yang Tiexin thought that he hadn't arrived at the village entrance for a few days, and the owner of this tavern, Qu San, had been away from home for several days. Thinking of some past events, he felt a sank in his heart and thought to himself that there would be nothing wrong with Qu San."

"If it doesn't open here, Yang Tiexin had to brave the wind and snow to go to Hongmei Village five miles away to buy wine. By the way, he bought a chicken and went home, and asked his wife Bao Xiruo to kill him to cook."

"Bao Xiruo is the daughter of a teacher in a private school in Hongmei Village. She married Yang Tiexin for less than two years. She is beautiful and virtuous and does housework. She put the chicken and cabbage, tofu, and vermicelli into a large pot and boiled it on the charcoal fire. She cut a plate of bacon and bacon, which was prepared. As the dishes were asked to come next door, Guo Xiaotian and his wife came over to drink and enjoy the snow."
Chapter completed!