The voice that suddenly appeared was obviously reminding Xu Mo.
The position of the storyteller?
Xu Mo looked down at the chair he was sitting on.
Not to mention, it’s really different from the ones next to it.
But he doesn't know the situation.
When he walked in just now, he saw such an empty seat, so he naturally sat down. Who knew that this was the seat reserved for the storyteller.
At that moment, Xu Mo stood up and said to the strange figures around him: "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, why don't I get up?"
The answer is, no!
Numerous Weirds had no intention of letting him leave, even if Xu Mo got up and wanted to leave.
The storyteller over there was still staring at Xu Mo.
Although the facial features outlined by the brush strokes are clear, there is an indescribable look of death and anger.
Xu Mo really didn't expect that he would get into trouble just by sitting down and taking a rest.
Take action?
The other party has a large number of people, and they are in the market, so they can't mess around.
Because that is very likely to trigger some kind of chain reaction.
The possible results are difficult to predict and even more difficult to bear.
Xu Mo remembered the voice that reminded him just now and hurriedly asked for advice: "Fellow Taoist, what should I do now?"
"I only know that if you were killed here, your soul would be gone."
The implication of this voice was that he didn't know either.
Xu Mo had no choice.
You can't count on others, you can only find a way to save yourself.
He analyzes quickly.
If he takes the storyteller's seat, he is not giving the storyteller face, so he offends the other party.
The storyteller got angry and stopped telling stories, so the weirdos here were unhappy and naturally turned their anger on him.
The logic is impeccable.
This must be the reason.
Then solve the problem from the root cause. If you cannot satisfy the storyteller and let the other party continue to tell stories, then you have to solve the pain points of many weird people here.
What are their pain points?
I can't hear the story anymore.
Once this pain point is solved, won’t all crises be solved?
At that moment, Xu Mo slapped the table.
"Otherwise, I'll tell you a book!"
We can also do storytelling.
Although he was forced to go to Liangshan, there was nothing he could do about it. Compared to being torn into pieces by these weird things, it was really nothing to go on stage and give a speech.
At that moment, Xu Mo raised his hands in response to the weird things around him, and then moved step by step onto the stage.
There is really no stopping the many weird things.
The originally cold eyes were filled with doubts, confusion and a little bit of expectation.
The storyteller on the stage became even more angry.
The face is ferocious.
Xu Mo also cupped his hands at the other party: "I really didn't mean to cause trouble for you. There is really nothing we can do. Why don't you take a break first, and I'll tell you a random story to make everyone happy, and then I'll leave."
The storyteller obviously understood, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked away.
Gone.
Now Xu Mo is chasing a duck, he must hold on to this situation, otherwise, the end will be extremely miserable.
Xu Mo quickly recalled the various programs he had watched before.
A storyteller in cross talk, talk show, and theater.
Come on.
It's not particularly difficult to live in vain.
Xu Mo deliberately bowed his hands to the crowd in the audience.
"It's good that everyone is here. As for me, I recently heard a story about a scholar who was going to take the scholar exam. Before the exam, he dreamed of an immortal."
This immortal sentence attracted the attention of many strange people below.
Xu Mo continued: "The scholar will ask the immortal, can a person like me pass the exam?"
"The immortal smiled and said, "Is your grandfather and father a scholar, and have you ever been an official? The scholar shook his head and said no. The immortal asked again, does your family have thousands of hectares of fertile land, and do they have money? The scholar replied "poor".
, the family has no land and no money. After hearing this, the immortal said angrily: "That's it, you are just dreaming about it, and it will make this immortal's trip in vain!"
After speaking, Xu Mo looked at the many strange reactions below.
To be honest, this was a joke he thought of temporarily. It was not funny. If the effect was not good, Xu Mo would have to tell something else.
As a result, many of the strange things below seemed dull at first.
Just when Xu Mo thought he had failed, he grinned strangely and made a laughing expression, followed by the second and third.
The weird things below are all smiles, but they are quiet and there is no sound at all.
When Xu Mo saw it, he had something in his mind.
Keep talking.
This time he didn't tell any jokes. After thinking about it, he adapted the story of Wei Sanniang and told it.
Why are you talking about this?
Everyone likes to hear it.
If you think about it, there is hooking up, being the leading courtesan, love, betrayal, and revenge.
These are all very attractive elements.
It was simply killing men, women, old and young.
Emotions need something in common to trigger resonance. What Xu Mo said is all there. There are only three things, and they are all satisfied.
Love, betrayal and revenge.
As he talked, Xu Mo also entered the state, but he didn't notice that there were more and more weird things below him listening to his story.
Even people passing by on the street were attracted.
Not only is there something strange in the painting outlined in black and white.
It also attracts ‘people’ of color.
"...Wei Sanniang, it's so hard. She waited for several years to protect her body for the scholar, but in the end she didn't wait for the husband in her heart. She was bullied by bullies again, and she committed suicide in anger."
At this point, many of the weird things below are all gnashing of teeth, clenching fists, and murderous intent.
Xu Mo took a look and said, "Hey guys, the atmosphere is so lively."
Quickly change the subject.
"Perhaps Wei Sanniang suffered too much. Although she died, she met a good person. Where she hanged herself, there was a big locust tree. The locust tree was accomplished in cultivation and proficient in Buddhism. The big locust tree also has a name,
It’s called Huai Yuanhui, and the word Yuanhui has a great origin.”
Just talk nonsense, just brag.
Anyway, it’s just one mouth and two lips, so you can blow whatever you want.
In the story, there is also Xu Mo himself.
Called 'Xu Xianren'.
It is said that the word "Yuanhui" was given to the big locust tree by Immortal Xu. It is also said that it was Immortal Xu who taught the "Diamond Sutra" and helped Huai Yuanhui realize the Tao.
Huai Yuanhui got a good relationship and helped Wei Sanniang improve her cultivation.
"This is called, after being caught in the rain, you always want to hold an umbrella for others."
One sentence triggered many strange thoughts below. Some of them looked horrified and didn't know what they were thinking of. Some exaggeratedly jumped up and bowed to Xu Mo repeatedly.
Seems to be talking.
But Xu Mo couldn't hear anything.
Only then did Xu Mo realize that the number of 'audiences' below was several times larger than the first one.
The teahouse was already filled to the brim with water. Even the corridors and outside were filled with all kinds of weird things, and there were even immortal cultivators mixed in among them.
"It's bad, why are there so many people?"
Xu Mo felt that the situation was not good.
After all, being stared at by so many weirdos and immortal cultivators, I always felt like something was going to happen.
I can't talk about it anymore.
Xu Mo's thoughts changed, and he slapped it with the awakening wood on the table.
silent.
But the weird ones can be heard.
"That's all for today. Let's predict what will happen in the future. Let's listen to the explanation next time!"
This is a common method used by storytellers.
Xu Mo felt that it was very reasonable for him to use it himself.
Sure enough, after saying this, although many weirdos below were angry and noisy, they were not directed at Xu Mo. On the contrary, when Xu Mo walked down, many weirdos voluntarily got out of the way.
In his eyes, there was admiration, admiration, and even more respect.
Xu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in his heart that no matter what, the current troubles were finally dealt with.
next time?
Definitely not coming!
But before leaving the teahouse, someone stopped Xu Mo.
Judging by her figure, she is undoubtedly a woman.
"What you just said is very interesting."
Xu Mo remembered this voice.
It was this voice that reminded me before that I occupied the storyteller's seat.
It's not feminine, but rather neutral.
The other party was also masked, and he didn't know his age, but Xu Mo estimated that the immortal cultivators who could come here were all truly experienced ones, and they must have high cultivation and profound Taoism.
Impossible for young people.
At least forty or fifty years old, maybe even older.
In other words, she is an old woman.
"Thank you just now." Xu Mo was very polite and even raised his hands in salute.
After all, if someone hadn't reminded him at the critical moment, Xu Mo wouldn't have known why those weird people were glaring at him.
"You don't have to thank me for my hard work. Listening to what you said is my reward."
He is reasonable.
"When will you come to speak next time?" the other party suddenly asked.
Xu Mo was stunned and whispered: "It was forced by the situation just now. It was a last resort. Next time? Where can there be a next time?"
This time the old woman opposite was stunned after hearing this.
"If you break your promise, if they don't kill you, I will kill you!"