"Everyone, I am Su Ping'an, a literary editor. Today, at the invitation of Ms. Liu, the owner of Qingfeng Restaurant, I decided to publish a new work that I had recently thought of in Qingfeng Restaurant.
I believe that everyone has read what is written on the sign in front of the door. Everyone must be confused in their hearts. What kind of school does this "martial arts" belong to?
In fact, from my own perspective, it must be difficult for everyone to understand, so I decided to tell the story first. Maybe after everyone listens to the story, they will naturally understand what "martial arts" is.
Okay, without further ado, let’s get straight to the point.
This story is called "The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon", please enjoy it together..."
Snapped!
It was another shock. Su Ping'an didn't chat much. He was also afraid that people would get to the bottom of it and find out his identity, which would cause a lot of trouble, so he changed his topic and went straight into the story.
"This story begins with a Wuliang Sword Sect on Wuliang Mountain. Wuliang Mountain is located in..."
"The young man surnamed Duan smiled and said: 'My surname is Duan. I have a single name and have never learned any martial arts. When I watch other people wrestling, no matter whether they are really wrestling or not, I can't help but laugh...'
"
As the conversation began, Su Ping'an's memory of "Dragon and the Eight Parts" seemed to be engraved in his mind, piece by piece, appearing in his mind.
This result surprised him a little.
He originally thought that, based on the plot of the TV series he had watched dozens of times, coupled with his years of experience as an author, even if he could not tell the entire story exactly the same, the plot and excitement would probably be similar.
Unexpectedly, the scenes from novels and TV series that I had seen were stored as information. They had already been clearly engraved in my mind. As long as I thought about it, those memories would come out clearly.
It’s like copying!
"Is this my golden finger?!"
A strange feeling flashed through Su Pingan's heart.
But he was giving a lecture now and didn't delve into the matter.
And as he opened his mouth, the bustling crowd in front of the restaurant quickly became quiet.
Everyone's attitude of watching the excitement and making noises at first quickly turned into listening quietly and immersed in the story.
This is the charm of a good story and the power of classics.
No matter where they are, even if they have never heard such a story before, it does not prevent them from quickly falling in love with it and becoming immersed in it.
The story was still being told, and in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, there was a pair of masters and servants listening to Su Pingan's narration below.
From their distrust at the beginning, to their surprise, and then to their immersion in the story, they didn't come back to their senses until Su Ping'an stopped to drink tea after finishing a chapter, and then said in surprise: "He
You can actually give a lecture without a script?!"
It’s not that there are no storytellers in Zongheng Continent.
It's just that those storytellers are usually storytellers hired full-time in restaurants.
In a restaurant, only if a novel becomes popular, there will be a storyteller in a private room to tell the story to some rich and noble people, but the storyteller must also be capable.
A storyteller must not only have a good memory and be able to write from scratch, but also must be articulate and able to imitate the expressions and voice of various characters. Even the strong ones must be able to do ventriloquism to add to the fun.
What's more important is that the order of storytelling is always the book first, then the storyteller.
But now, Su Pingan actually compiled and told the story without having a manuscript, and the story was told clearly and orderly. This ability has gone beyond the scope of ordinary storytellers and calligraphers.
"Who the hell is he?!"
Liu Qingxi couldn't help but become more and more curious about Su Pingan's identity.
Next to her, the maid Ling'er was also immersed in the story. After she came back to her senses and noticed that Liu Qingxi had stopped writing and was in a daze, she immediately exclaimed and reminded: "Miss, we were so absorbed in what we just listened to that we forgot to copy it.
He just said what he said, but there is a big paragraph missing here, what should I do?!"
It turns out that when Su Pingan asked Liu Qingxi to write the story before, he did not ask her to actually create the story. Su Pingan just asked Liu Qingxi to copy down what she said when she was lecturing, so that she could directly seal it in the book later.
Within the list, if anyone wants to know the content of the previous story in the future, there is no need for Su Pingan to tell it again. All the book fans need to do is take the writing paper and print it on the list.
Liu Qingxi's face turned red after she woke up, and then she hurriedly repaired the manuscript. However, the story just now had passed and she couldn't remember it at all. At that moment, she whispered with some shame: "It's okay, the worst is to wait until he finishes telling it."
, just ask him again!"
The maid was about to nod, but when she heard carefully that she was asked to ask, her eyes widened immediately, "Oh?!"
Liu Qingxi was too ashamed to raise her head.
…
"When Duan Yu turned his head to look at the jade statue, he saw the jade statue's eyes turning around, as if it were alive. He was shocked... The jade statue's eyes were always looking at him, and the look in its eyes was also unpredictable, as if it was joy.
It seems like love, like sincere affection, but also like sadness..."
"Sister Fairy..."
…
"Mu Wanqing waved to Duan Yu and said: 'Come here.' Duan Yu limped up to her. Mu Wanqing turned her back to the South China Sea Crocodile God and whispered: 'You are the best in the world.
A man who has seen my appearance." As she said that, she slowly opened the veil on her face..."
"I know what will happen in the future, and I will listen to the explanation next time. At the same time tomorrow at noon, we will see you there..."
Snapped!
At this point in the story, Su Ping'an was suddenly shocked. Then, before everyone had recovered, and under the puzzled looks of shopkeeper Fu Bo and waiter Xiao Fuzi, he turned around and hurriedly slipped in.
He entered the restaurant and then disappeared.
Just when Uncle Fu and Xiao Fuzi looked confused and stared at each other, the group of people at the door behind them finally came to their senses and then exploded.
"Oh my god, it was wonderful to hear. Why is it gone? Where is the person?!"
"Fuck it, why did it just break right here? Ah... I want to see Miss Mu!"
"As for whether that girl is pretty or not, you should finish talking before leaving!"
"Come out and do it again!"
The crowd was excited and the shouts were loud.
It looked like he wanted to demolish the entire restaurant.
Uncle Fu and Xiao Fuzi reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them. At this time, they finally understood why Su Pingan ran so fast just now. The emotional guy had expected this scene!
…
"Hiss... Fortunately, I ran fast. Otherwise, if I were urged to update by these people, it would not be as simple as throwing a 'monthly ticket' or a 'recommended ticket'..."
Upstairs, Su Ping'an drank tea and suppressed his throat that was about to burst into flames. He stood at the window and secretly looked at the situation outside, feeling grateful all the time.
In my previous life, I was often bothered by these "out of chapter dogs" when reading novels, but when I used it myself - well, it smells so good!
After all, chapter breaks are also a powerful tool to attract readers to continue reading. Being urged to update by real people is quite a novel experience.
Beside him, Liu Qingxi and the maid Huan'er lingered for a long time, pushing each other. Finally, Liu Qingxi slowly moved to Su Pingan's side, and then sheepishly handed a half-written piece of paper to him.
Su Ping'an glanced at it and said, "What are you doing? You've finished writing it? Once you've finished it, put it on the essay list. What are you doing for me?"
Liu Qingxi's face was as red as blood. She lowered her head and whispered softly: "Just now... I didn't, I didn't remember everything. Can you... say it again?!"
Su Ping'an's face tightened.
What's the use of a girl like you?
Can it only be used to warm the bed?!
…
at the same time.
In a teahouse not far from the restaurant.
Still the same location...
Still the same people...
Snapped!
A celadon tea cup fell to the ground hard and broke into pieces.
Wu Jinquan looked in the direction of Qingfeng Restaurant, the anger in his eyes unstoppable.
After he received the news before noon, he came to the teahouse and waited to see what trouble would happen in Qingfeng Restaurant.
I thought this "storytelling" would be just a farce, but I didn't expect that what awaited me in the end was a heavy blow!
"Damn it, who is this Su Ping'an? Why did he suddenly appear and come up with a new genre of 'martial arts'..."
"Mr. Yan, what do you think of the story Su Pingan told before? Will it have any impact on my plan to acquire Qingfeng Restaurant?!"
Wu Jinquan's anger was uncontrollable.
Next to him, Mr. Yan was still dressed in the same polite manner. He glanced at the restless crowd in front of Qingfeng Restaurant, and then said calmly: "Just looking at the movement outside now, can't Boss Wu tell it?"
"New genre, martial arts, adventure... these three points alone are enough to catch people's attention, not to mention the story is also very novel and interesting. More importantly, for a story that has long been accustomed to being created within the literary training system
, he is equivalent to re-creating another training system, martial arts. Although there is no specific level classification, it cannot be underestimated. If he is allowed to continue, as long as there are no accidents in the subsequent story, I am afraid... soon
It will become a serious problem!"
Mr. Yan spoke highly of the story Su Pingan told and it was very to the point.
So after listening to Mr. Yan’s analysis, Wu Jinquan’s face became increasingly ugly. He turned back to look at Mr. Yan and said sternly: “In this case, we can no longer let them go. Does Mr. Yan have any good suggestions?
?!"
"Two!"
Mr. Yan pondered for a moment and then continued: "First, immediately instruct all the restaurants, tea shops and bookstores under the name of Wu Mansion, and let the famous literary cultivators who cooperate with us immediately take action to suppress Qingfeng Restaurant. As long as they are
If the limelight of this 'new work' is suppressed and their chances of becoming famous are reduced, nothing big will happen."
"Secondly, find someone to keep an eye on Qingfeng Restaurant, especially the literary cultivator named 'Su Ping'an'. Once you find out that he is out alone, deal with him decisively, then all this dilemma will naturally be solved..."
The two strategies can be said to be more ruthless than the other.
The second article is even more vicious, stalking and killing, and draining the bottom of the fire.
"That makes sense!"
Wu Jinquan's eyes shone with coldness when he heard this, and he immediately said: "Then I will immediately give orders and let all my men take action. Anyway, no matter what, this Qingfeng Restaurant cannot be allowed to rise again. And the things it suppresses underground will eventually be suppressed.