The shopkeeper of the teahouse came forward.
Originally, he had been watching from the sidelines, but when he saw Ye Qingyun going on stage to speak, he felt very contemptuous.
After all, he has read the books that Old Man Huang has been talking about for so many years, and he knows very well what Old Man Huang is capable of.
What can such a young man say?
It will definitely show a great deal of cowardice.
Unexpectedly, the effect of Ye Qingyun's storytelling was so good.
Completely compared to Old Man Huang.
Looking at these guests who are clamoring to continue listening, you can see how popular the book Ye Qingyun just mentioned is.
This is an effect that Old Man Huang has never experienced before.
The teahouse owner couldn't sit still, so he quickly came out and invited Ye Qingyun to continue telling stories in his teahouse.
Teahouses and storytellers have always complemented each other.
If a teahouse wants to have a prosperous business, it is a very effective way to attract a good storyteller to stay in the store for a long time.
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"I'm not a storyteller. If you want to hear about books, let the old gentleman continue talking."
After saying that, Ye Yun stepped down gracefully.
Old Man Huang was ashamed.
He knew very well that even if he wanted to go on stage to speak again at this moment, people probably wouldn't want to hear it.
The story of Legend of the Condor Heroes is really immersive.
It's impossible to compare to those old stories of mine.
"Old sir, just now this junior showed his shame."
Ye Qingyun was very polite and bowed to Old Man Huang.
He doesn't want to bully anyone.
It was just that I felt a desire to win for a moment, so I went up to say that.
Now that the effect has been achieved, naturally we will not push it too far to make it difficult for others to get off the stage.
After all, this old man Huang makes a living by telling stories.
It's not good to ruin other people's jobs.
"Oh, old man, I am the one who should apologize to you."
Old Man Huang smiled bitterly and bowed to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun quickly supported Old Man Huang.
"This is impossible."
Old Man Huang sighed.
"I would like to ask you, Master, was the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes written by Master?"
Ye Qingyun smiled mysteriously.
"No."
"Oh? But I don't know who did it?"
Ye Qingyun's eyes were distant.
"This story was written by an old gentleman named Jin. This man is a scholar of heaven and man, and he is like a saint of literature and Taoism."
Old Man Huang looked shocked.
Literary saint?
That is a fairy-like existence.
"Where is this old Mr. Jin? I want to visit him."
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"Mr. Jin has passed away long ago."
Old Man Huang felt a little regretful.
"That's such a shame."
Ye Qingyun smiled and said: "Although Mr. Jin passed away, he left countless wonderful stories to us and other future generations."
Old Man Huang looked around and saw everyone looking at them, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Young master, you'd better go on stage and say something else, otherwise these guests won't let you leave easily."
The guests were all staring at Ye Qingyun.
That makes me want to tie Ye Qingyun to the stage.
Ye Qingyun was also a little helpless.
"Okay then, let me tell you something more."
Ye Qingyun appeared on stage again.
Before he could say anything, he received a round of applause.
Old Man Huang also sat down with a look of anticipation on his face, wanting to hear how exciting Ye Qingyun would speak next.
Ye Qingyun continued to tell the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Everyone listened attentively.
When Ye Qingyun said that the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan recognized Guo Jing, everyone present cheered.
And when everyone heard that Guo Jing bent his bow and shot the giant eagle and was named the Consort with the Golden Sword, they were even more excited.
The stories they had heard in the past had never had such exciting plots.
It was like being exposed to a new world.
Before I knew it, the entire teahouse was full.
There were even many people gathered outside the teahouse, listening to the sounds coming from inside, and they were all very fascinated.
"The young master relied on his extraordinary martial arts skills to show contempt for Mu Nianci. Mu Yi stepped forward to stop him, but was injured by the young master instead."
"When Guo Jing saw this situation under the ring, he felt extremely indignant. He immediately kicked off his feet and stepped onto the ring as light as a swallow."
Snapped!!!
"If you want to know what happened next time, please listen to the explanation next time!"
Speaking of this, Ye Qingyun stopped.
I really can't say anything anymore.
It's almost getting dark now.
I didn’t know it, but I talked here for a long time.
That's called a dry mouth.
Fortunately, the shopkeeper quickly served tea and snacks, allowing Ye Qingyun to take a breather.
"This kind of storytelling is really not something ordinary people can do."
Ye Qingyun said secretly while drinking water.
Everyone felt that they still had something to say.
However, he did not continue to ask Ye Qingyun to tell stories.
After listening to the book all day, they were quite satisfied.
"Sir, will you come again tomorrow?"
"If you still come, I will come and wait for you early in the morning."
"You must come, otherwise I won't know how to sleep tonight."
"I just want to know if that young master is a descendant of the Yang family?"
"If the descendants of the Guo and Yang families fight, who will be more powerful?"
...
Ye Qingyun couldn't laugh or cry.
If this happens every day, wouldn’t I really become a storyteller?
We don't rely on this to make a living.
It's just a temporary interest.
"Everyone, I won't be coming tomorrow."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was immediately disappointed.
"However, I will tell Mr. Huang all the stories about the Legend of the Condor Heroes, and then Mr. Huang will continue to tell this story to everyone."
When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.
As long as I can continue to hear this story, it doesn't matter if it's told by another person.
Old Man Huang was startled, then looked at Ye Qingyun with emotion.
He didn't expect Ye Qingyun to be so generous and tell him the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.
"Thank you, sir!"
Old Man Huang bowed and bowed.
"You haven't asked me how to address you, sir?"
"My surname is Ye, my name is Ye Qingyun, and I live on Fuyun Mountain."
Ye Qingyun said.
"Master Ye, if you don't despise old age, I would like to be friends with you forever."
"That is the honor of this junior."
Ye Qingyun woke up Da Mao and Rabbit who had fallen asleep and took them outside the teahouse.
Just passed a corner.
Five people walked towards me.
At the head was a young man with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, and a folding fan in his hand, which made him look a bit dashing.
The four big men behind him seemed to be the young master's servants.
"stop."
The young master stopped Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun looked at the other party in confusion.
"What's up?"
The young master smiled and said: "I like your stories very much. Come back with me and I want you to finish telling all the stories immediately."
The tone was strong, and it seemed that Ye Qingyun could not refuse at all.
Ye Qingyun looked at this young man.
"Girl, I don't seem to know you, so I won't accompany you."
The young man was startled.
"You can actually tell that I'm a woman disguised as a man?"
Ye Qingyun was speechless for a while.
"Girl, if you don't want others to see it, at least tighten your chest."
This chapter has been completed!