The old storyteller asked with some dissatisfaction.
Ye Qingyun shook his head quickly.
"It's nothing, just keep talking."
The old storyteller looked back and continued talking about his book.
After listening for a while, Ye Qingyun burst into laughter again.
The old storyteller looked towards him again.
The other guests in the teahouse also glared at Ye Qingyun again.
"Boy, we are listening fascinated, what are you causing trouble here?"
A man stood up and shouted loudly.
Ye Qingyun ignored the man and looked at the old storyteller.
"Old sir, this paragraph of your book has been written for many years, right?"
The old storyteller was startled.
"What do you mean, Master? I have been telling this story to you, old man, for decades. Every time I tell it, the guests in the hall enjoy it, but I don't know why the Master keeps laughing?"
"Did I say it was ridiculous, old man?"
Ye Yun waved his hand.
"No, it's not that you said it was ridiculous, old gentleman, but this passage is really too cliche."
When the old storyteller heard this, he immediately sneered.
"Haha, old man, I have been telling stories for thirty years. The book Green Sword Knight has been loved by people since it came out. It has been popular for so many years. Why do you think it is old-fashioned?"
Other guests also began to accuse Ye Qingyun.
"I don't know where this young man came from, but he dares to say that the story of the Green Sword Knight is old-fashioned?"
"Such a classic story will endure even if it is told for hundreds of years."
"A spear-headed kid speaks randomly and doesn't know how his parents taught him."
...
Seeing so many people supporting him, the old storyteller felt even more proud for a moment.
"Young man, I apologize to the old man here, and what happened today will be a thing of the past."
This was to make Ye Qingyun apologize to him.
Ye Qingyun originally didn't want to argue with him.
But if you rely on your old age to show off, then I can't bear it.
"Why should I apologize? Did I say something wrong? Your story is so old and cliche, so boring."
"It's better for me to go up and tell you."
As soon as he said this, the old storyteller burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, I have been telling stories for so many years, but I have never seen an arrogant young man like you."
"Okay, okay, I will give this position to you today, old man."
"Come on, let me listen, old man, to see what you, this arrogant young man, can say."
The old storyteller walked down directly.
Ye Qingyun doesn't have stage fright either.
"I'm telling you, if your job is taken away by me, don't blame me."
The old man smiled contemptuously.
"I, Old Man Huang, have been telling stories for thirty years, and all I have eaten is this bowl of rice. If a young man like you can take away my rice bowl, I will kowtow to you three times on the spot, old man."
Ye Qingyun stared at Old Man Huang.
"Is this what you said?"
"That's what I said."
"Did you all hear it too?"
"All the guests can testify!"
Old Man Huang was full of confidence and did not believe that Ye Qingyun could speak better than him.
joke.
The profession of storytelling seems simple.
But in fact it is very difficult.
Old Man Huang has been a storyteller for thirty years, a skill he learned from his father.
It can be regarded as a family of storytellers.
Which storyteller today hasn’t been honed over decades?
"Let's see what this kid can say."
“The young people nowadays really don’t know how high the sky is and how high the earth is.”
"I guess later he will bow his head to Old Man Huang with a face full of embarrassment and admit his mistake."
...
All the guests are also waiting to see the show.
Ye Qingyun stood on the stage, calm and calm.
He picked up the gavel.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, somewhat like a storyteller.
"Today, I, Ye Qingyun, will make a speech in front of you all."
"But, maybe you have never heard of the book I'm talking about."
"This book is called The Legend of the Condor Heroes!"
Everyone was startled.
Legend of the Condor Heroes?
It's really unheard of.
And the name is a bit strange too?
Old Man Huang curled his lips.
"Ridiculous."
Ye Qingyun smiled slightly and opened his mouth.
"A hundred years ago, there was a dynasty called the Southern Song Dynasty. It was a critical moment when war was raging and foreign enemies invaded."
"The story of our book happened at that time."
"On this day, it was snowing and windy. A Taoist priest came through the snow and passed a place called Niujia Village."
"This Niujia Village..."
At first, everyone listened with disdain.
But as they listened, everyone gradually fell into trance.
Especially when they heard that Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian's family had suffered a tragic disaster, many people slammed the table with anger.
"This Wanyan Honglie is really hateful!"
"Damn thief!"
"What a shame he wasn't killed by Qiu Chuji!"
.....
Old Man Huang was a little dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that the book written by Ye Qingyun was so exciting.
Just this opening paragraph made the guests completely immersed in it.
Seeing this, Ye Qingyun smiled slightly.
"I don't know how to read, but there are so many books in my mind that I could never finish them in a hundred years."
He continued to tell the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.
It continued until the Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Qiu Chuji fought against Yanyu Tower, and then both parties agreed to go find the descendants of the Guo and Yang families.
"But it is said that the Seven Monsters from the South of the Yangtze River traveled all the way to the north of the desert and found the land of the desert."
"Finally, they found a child in Mobei, who was the descendant of the Guo Yang family!"
Snapped!!!
Ye Qingyun suddenly patted the gavel again, surprising all the guests in the hall.
"I want to know what happened next!"
“Let’s hear the breakdown next time!”
After speaking, Ye Qingyun bowed his hands towards everyone.
Everyone suddenly woke up from a dream.
"Why did you stop talking all of a sudden?"
"Keep talking!"
"Who is the child found by the Jiangnan Seven Monsters?"
"Are they the descendants of Guo Xiaotian? Or the descendants of Yang Tiexin?"
"Continue quickly!"
...
Everyone was very dissatisfied.
I was happy to hear it, but it was interrupted at this moment. Who can bear this?
Ye Qingyun smiled slightly.
"Everyone, I am not a storyteller."
Everyone was stunned one by one.
Then he reacted.
The real storyteller, Old Man Huang, is still standing in the back.
They all turned back.
I saw that Old Man Huang's face was slumped, and his whole person seemed to have lost all energy.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But nothing could be said.
Old Man Huang was already deeply shocked by the story Ye Qingyun told.
Compared with the story told by Ye Qingyun, the so-called Green Sword Knight's story is indeed too old-fashioned.
There's no comparison at all.
This is what people call a story.
Old man Huang suddenly burst into tears.
"My old man has been a frog in the well for so many years."
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
Why are you still crying?
He was about to step down when he saw a young man quickly approaching Ye Qingyun and bowing to Ye Qingyun.
"Sir, I am the manager of this teahouse. Could you please continue to speak to the guests?"
