Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

Three days passed quietly.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day for Ye Yu to lecture again.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear and cloudless.

A group of people who were looking forward to it entered the Songhe Tower early to wait...

This time, the number of people who came here to listen to the book was several times greater than the number of people who came to the venue.

Nearly a thousand people gathered together, representing all three religions and nine streams.

At this time, the second floor of Songhe Tower was already overcrowded, with three floors inside and three floors outside.

There were even many wealthy people standing in front of the windows and looking inside.

"Oh my God! There are too many people here. If the shopkeeper talks a few more times, I'm afraid the restaurant will be demolished by those quacks!"

The rich-looking accountant looked at the crowded hall and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

His old arms and legs cannot stand the torment of this group of people in the world.

"Zhang San, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and let the waiter serve you good tea quickly?"

"Although the shopkeeper doesn't care about money, he pays us such a high salary, and we must repay him."

"Want to listen to books for free? There is no way."

The cashier called a waiter and whispered a few words to him.

Ever since shopkeeper Ye Yu told the story, their daily profits have been several times greater than before. As a mature clerk, you must know how to make more money for your boss.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, a young man dressed in a green shirt, as handsome as jade and as ethereal as an immortal walked out of a guest room in a hurry.

It was Ye Yu.

“It seems that building a loft is a must!”

Ye Yu glanced at the crowded hall and frowned slightly.

If he talks about it a few more times, his Songhe Tower will probably be trampled on by everyone.

Ye Yu was a little disappointed when he didn't see Xiao Feng in the crowd, and didn't know how he handled the matter?

"Mr. Night! Mr. Night!!!"

Seeing Ye Yu appear, many people screamed, their voices getting louder and louder.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the fans, Ye Yu smiled gently at everyone, his voice was deep and magnetic, and his smile made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Ah! Mr. Ye is smiling at me!"

Many female audience members held their hearts in their hands and looked at the stars. Ye Yu's smile was so lethal.

Ye Yu waved the folding fan in his right hand and walked slowly towards the high platform.

...

Southeast window.

Murong Fu, his four ministers, and the three ladies Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, and A Bi sat around a table.

"Sir, what do you think of this Mr. Ye?"

A'Zhu suddenly asked.

"Being able to write "Fights Break the Sphere" certainly has some literary talent!"

Murong Fu glanced at Ye Yu and said calmly.

A storyteller in the market, a pretty boy with no power, so what if he is talented?

Murong Fu felt very disdainful in his heart. He glanced at the enthusiastic crowd, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes. If I had his influence and just raised my arms, why would I worry about not accomplishing anything?!

He brought four ministers here yesterday for Qiao Feng's appointment. After hearing that Ye Yu had great influence, he came over to take a look out of curiosity.

"Young Master is right. Although that boy has some literary talents, he is just a man in the market after all and cannot stand on the stage!"

Bao BuTong shook his head, he looked down upon the most pretty boy like Ye Yu.

"Mr. Ye's appearance is more handsome than the young master's, and his temperament is as ethereal as a fairy. He is definitely not an ordinary storyteller."

A'Zhu's big black and white eyes fell on Ye Yu's body, his eyes glowed, and he thought secretly in his heart.

The worries in middle age are as thick as wine, and the feelings of girls are always poetry.

Before coming, she hoped that Ye Yu, whom she admired in her heart, was as perfect as the legend.

Now that she saw it, she was not disappointed.

She was Ye Yu's loyal fan girl, so naturally she did not agree with what Murong Fu and the others said, but after all, she was just a maid and did not dare to refute.

…

In the northeast corner, Su Xinghe, who had wrapped himself tightly, looked at Ye Yu on the high platform with admiration.

"This Ye Yu is indeed what Mu Hua said. He is as rich as jade and has a temperament as ethereal as an immortal. He completely meets the standards of my Xiaoyao Sect for accepting disciples!"

"If he is determined to become Master's disciple, with his physique and Master's skill, he should be able to kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu very quickly!"

Thinking of this, Master Wu Yazi's words came to Su Xinghe's mind:

"The innate Dao body, the innate affinity to the Dao, and all the meridians are connected. It is the best cultivation physique. If he steps into the cultivation path, his achievements will be limitless!"

Thinking of this, Su Xinghe's eyes flashed with determination, "Master, I will definitely take him back to pass on your mantle!"

…

Northwest corner.

A young man in a white shirt as white as snow, handsome and bookish, kept looking at Wang Yuyan, his eyes full of obsession.

The two women sitting on his left and right frowned upon seeing this.

These three people were Duan Yu and his two "sisters", Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing.

"Brother Duan, what do you think of this Mr. Ye?"

Zhong Ling looked at Duan Yu with big eyes and changed the topic.

"Okay!"

Duan Yu didn't look back, his eyes were still looking at Wang Yuyan who was as beautiful as a fairy.

"She really only has her cousin in her heart!"

Duan Yu felt sour in his heart. When he saw Wang Yuyan in Wuxi City yesterday, he recognized Wang Yuyan as the fairy sister he had longed for day and night.

"Brother Duan, don't look at it. I don't care about you anymore."

Zhong Ling pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

"snort!"

Mu Wanqing, who was wearing a veil, snorted coldly. Although she knew that she and Duan Yu were half-brothers and sisters, she felt inexplicably irritable in her heart.

…

Ye Yu came to the high platform and sat down, picked up the gavel on the table and slapped it.

[Pull away the clouds and mist to see the sky, keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight.]

[Speaking of last time, Xiao Yan learned the reason for the disappearance of fighting spirit from Yao Lao, and became a disciple of the mysterious Yao Lao...]

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a sudden voice interrupted Ye Yu's storytelling.

The storyteller was interrupted, and everyone looked at the interrupter dissatisfied.

Ye Yu frowned and looked at the person who interrupted him.

I saw an old man with a red face and a ghost-headed sword standing at the entrance of the second floor.

Behind him, there were seven or eight beggars in tattered clothes and holding bamboo sticks.

"Old sir, I don't know why you interrupted my story?"

Ye Yu looked at the red-faced man and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, I am Elder Wu of the Beggar Clan. I interrupted your story because I wanted to ask you a few questions."

The old man with a red face said.

"go ahead."

Ye Yu is still smiling.

"Mr. Ye, I heard that you had a drink with Qiao Feng two days ago. Are you worthy of being brothers?"

Elder Wu stared at Ye Yu with sharp eyes.

"It's true. Brother Qiao and I hit it off right away."
To be continued...