Wang Liangyu walked on the spacious and lively street, looking around curiously like a tourist wandering through the old streets of an ancient town.
Yes, Wang Liangyu traveled through time again.
Traveling back to the Southern Song Dynasty, a rather despicable dynasty, the Song Dynasty was a coward.
Even though they were in peace for a while, the Southern Song Dynasty was still singing and dancing. The Northland and the Northern Expedition had not been mentioned for many years.
Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if I could travel a few decades earlier and meet Yue Wumu and Xin Jiaxuan!"
Just as he was sighing, a sound of Xingmu slamming the table suddenly came to his ears, accompanied by a clear voice telling a story.
"The book follows the previous chapter. The previous chapter said that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, is in the apricot forest..."
Hearing this, Wang Liangyu's expression suddenly changed, and he looked in the direction of the sound with disbelief.
It was an inn, with a banner hanging at the door and three black and gold characters written on it, "Lou Wai Lou".
The inn has four floors, and the sound came from the second floor.
Wang Liangyu ran over quickly with full of surprise and suspicion.
When I got closer, I happened to see a waiter holding a big teapot and a stack of small tea bowls in his hand, pouring tea for a few beggars waiting outside the door. His face looked very respectful.
"That's weird!" Wang Liangyu glanced at it and didn't understand it for the moment. He sighed secretly and rushed into the inn.
As soon as I entered the door, another waiter came forward and said: "Sir, do you want to work as a professional or stay in a hotel?"
Wang Liangyu took a quick glance and saw that the huge lobby on the first floor was packed with people, and there was not even an empty table.
"Sir, there are private seats on the second floor!" the waiter said quickly after seeing Wang Liangyu's reaction.
Wang Liangyu nodded, took out a piece of broken silver and handed it over, saying: "Arrange a seat for me, and serve some of your specialty wine and food!"
The silver was obtained by Wang Liangyu by robbing the rich and giving to the poor, including the long gown on his body.
"One seat in the second floor!" the waiter shouted in agreement, leading Wang Liangyu towards the second floor.
Wang Liangyu followed the waiter up the stairs, but his attention was completely attracted by the sound of storytelling on the second floor.
As soon as the storyteller woke up, he said, "Qiao Feng fights at Juxian Village", which made the audience cheer and cheer continuously.
In an instant, Wang Liangyu was led by the waiter and sat on the elegant seat, leaning against the window facing the street.
The guests all gathered around the storyteller, but no one was interested in this good seat at the moment.
Wang Liangyu sat down, stretched his neck, passed through the layers of people, and finally saw the storyteller in the center of the crowd.
The storyteller is dressed like a Confucian scholar, about forty years old, with a short beard under his chin, and holds an origami fan in his hand. The word "Spring and Autumn" is written on the front, and on the back is a landscape painting, with high mountains and towering peaks.
While Wang Liangyu was observing the storyteller and listening to his story, he became more and more surprised because what the storyteller told was exactly the same as the storyline in "The Eight Parts of the Dragon".
"Could it be that there is a senior time traveler?" Wang Liangyu looked at the storyteller with a more probing look.
Suddenly, the storyteller woke up again and said loudly: "Qiao Feng made an appointment with Duan Zhengchun on the Qingshi Bridge to predict what will happen next. Let's hear the explanation next time!"
Hearing this, shouts arose in the inn, asking the storyteller to continue.
The storyteller put away the folding fan, stood up, cupped his hands in all directions, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, but everything should be done in moderation, and you can't enjoy yourself to the fullest. Let's stop here for today!"
After saying that, the storyteller turned around and left.
When Wang Liangyu saw this, he stood up and wanted to catch up.
Just at this time, a loud roar came from outside the inn, asking: "May I ask, sir, how do I, the old leader of the Beggar Clan, Hong, compare to this leader, Qiao?"
Wang Liangyu poked his head out and saw that the person who made the noise was the leader of the beggars who had been brought tea by the waiter outside the door just now. He had nine cloth bags hanging on his rags.
"Which friend of the Beggar Clan is this person?" The storyteller stopped when he heard the sound and asked.
"Beggars, Lu has legs!"
"It turns out that it was Elder Lu who was disrespectful and disrespectful in person!"
"Don't say these polite words, just tell me, who is more powerful, my old gang leader Hong, or that gang leader Qiao?" Lu Youjiao nodded the bamboo stick in his hand and asked expectantly.
The storyteller was a little hesitant when he heard this, paused, and said tactfully: "Elder Lu, this Gang Leader Qiao is also the former gang leader of the Beggar Clan. Comparing with the same sect, there is no harm in getting along!"
"You mean, Gang Leader Hong is not as good as Gang Leader Qiao?!" Lu Youjiao's voice was rough, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction on his stained face.
The storyteller smiled dryly and shook his head, unable to answer. He coughed and consoled him: "If Elder Lu is curious, you can ask Gang Leader Hong yourself."
Lu Youjiao snorted, changed his voice, and said: "They say that you Spring and Autumn Storytellers have been passed down for thousands of years and know everything about the world. Do you know where our Gang Leader Hong is now?"
"Elder Lu, are you deliberately making things difficult?" The storyteller's face darkened, he slowly opened the folding fan, and his tone was solemn.
Just as Lu Youjiao was about to speak, a young beggar beside him quickly stopped him and said urgently: "Elder Lu, you must not offend the Spring and Autumn Storyteller!"
Hearing these words, Lu Youjiao came back to his senses, with a stern look on his face, and said in a low tone: "Sir, don't be surprised, our old gang leader Shenlong has seen the head but not the tail. We are eagerly looking for it and bumped into you. I hope you will forgive me!"
"It's okay!" The storyteller put away the folding fan, smiled faintly, and then advised, "Clan leader Hong is good at food, maybe Elder Lu can search based on this!"
Lu Youjiao cupped his hands to thank him, then turned around and left with the beggars around him.
The storyteller bowed his hands to the guests in the inn again, then turned and left, leaving the inn full of guests in awe.
On the other side, Wang Liangyu had fallen into a sluggish state, and his mind was a mess.
After a long while, Wang Liangyu finally woke up, recalling the conversation between the storyteller and Lu Youjiao, and couldn't help but secretly mutter: "This amount of information is really explosive!"
First of all, there are Gang Leader Hong and Lu Youjiao. This shows that this Southern Song Dynasty is the world of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" happened a hundred years ago!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Secondly, it is the origin of the storytellers, the storytellers of the Spring and Autumn Period who have been passed down for thousands of years!
Spring and Autumn Period, outside Gusu City.
Wang Liangyu suddenly wanted to organize a Taoism conference. In order to promote the Taoism conference, he proposed a storyteller plan to spread the name of the Taoism conference throughout Kyushu through the mouths of storytellers.
As the actual implementer of the plan, Lu Qi became the leader of the storytellers and asked Wang Liangyu to give him his name.
Storytellers talk about the past and present, the Spring and Autumn Period, and talk about the world of mortals. As the saying goes, they talk about the Spring and Autumn Period in the hall, and talk about the Jianghu when taking pictures of cases. Therefore, Wang Liangyu gave him the name Spring and Autumn Storyteller.
If nothing else, this line of storytellers all originated from Wang Liangyu and Lu Qi.
Of course, Wang Liangyu still needs to verify whether it is true or not.
Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu quickly jumped out of the window and quickly located the storyteller among the bustling crowd.
After following the storyteller for a while, Wang Liangyu saw the storyteller walking into a small courtyard. Wang Liangyu no longer hesitated and ran in after him.
"Your Majesty, why did you follow me all the way?" As soon as Wang Liangyu rushed into the small courtyard, the storyteller turned around, looked at Wang Liangyu warily, and asked.
Wang Liangyu was surprised when he heard this and looked at the storyteller in confusion: "Do you know that I am following you?"
The storyteller looked weak and weak, and he couldn't sense the true energy. He didn't look like a martial artist. How could he know that he was following behind him?
The storyteller did not answer, but opened the folding fan and said without haste or with a hint of threat: "Please tell me clearly what you are doing!"
"How do you know what happened a hundred years ago?" Wang Liangyu looked at the storyteller and asked.
"The storyteller of the Spring and Autumn Period has known for five hundred years that he knows everything about the rise and fall of the world!" the storyteller said loudly, with a look of pride on his face.
Looking at the storyteller's expression, Wang Liangyu was a little amused. After thinking about it, he asked again: "I would like to ask, who is the ancestor of your Spring and Autumn storyteller? Is it Lu Qi?"
"Who are you? How do you know the name of the second ancestor?" The storyteller's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked at Wang Liangyu suspiciously, "Are you also a storyteller?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the storyteller shook his head again and objected: "I know all the storytellers in the Spring and Autumn Period, but not you!" After a pause, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be that you are from the novelist lineage?"
Since ancient times, novelists and storytellers have been closely related, and their disciples often have something in common with each other.
Listening to the storyteller's words, Wang Liangyu confirmed his guess, and then thought that only the storyteller could sense his tracking, and instantly understood: "Have you mastered the power of all sentient beings?"
The storyteller's face changed drastically when he heard this. His eyes instantly became wary when he looked at Wang Liangyu, and he asked sternly: "Who the hell are you?!"
The mental power of sentient beings is the key to a storyteller’s practice. It cannot be practiced without the direct lineage of the storyteller, and outsiders have never even heard of it.
Wang Liangyu smiled faintly and did not answer. He just asked curiously, and even secretly used a trick to confuse people: "Has the storyteller's practice been perfected?"
In the Spring and Autumn Period, the practice method of storytellers was still in the exploratory stage. Wang Liangyu would not mind a time and space bug if he could get the completed book directly from the storytellers of later generations.
However, what the storyteller said next made Wang Liangyu extremely disappointed.
The storyteller's face turned bitter when he heard this, and with a hint of complaint, he slowly said: "A thousand years ago, there was a catastrophe, most of the schools of thought fell, all the secret cultivation books were lost, and only a few remnants of the Spring and Autumn Storyteller line remained.
Chapter, the practice is almost cut off!" After a pause, he lamented, "Since then, my storyteller lineage has had an additional responsibility, trying my best to collect the classics of each family to prevent the catastrophe from happening again and the inheritance of each family to be cut off!"
When Wang Liangyu heard this, he thought to himself: "It's true!" Then he asked doubtfully, "The storytellers in the Spring and Autumn Period collected classics from various schools, weren't they afraid that people in the world would covet them?"
The storyteller was struggling, as if he was about to wake up from his confusion: "Spring and Autumn storytellers are just recorders of the ups and downs in the world, and never interfere with the affairs of the world." After a pause, he added, "Besides, the Spring and Autumn storytellers only collect information.
He inherits endangered Taoist classics and protects them, so he has won the trust of the world!"
"That's it!" Wang Liangyu understood clearly after hearing this, and even thought of the old beggar from the Republic of China era.
This elusive old beggar, according to the charterer, has a mysterious history, a long inheritance, and many magical secrets. He is most likely a member of the Spring and Autumn Period storytellers.
As for why he has become a beggar, it is probably because with the rise of movies, storytellers have completely declined!
After confirming his doubts, Wang Liangyu let go of his confusion about the storyteller, conveniently left behind the storyteller practice method of the Spring and Autumn Period, and then drifted away.
When the storyteller came back to his senses and vaguely recalled what had just happened, his expression suddenly changed, and he was about to get angry when he turned his head and caught a glimpse of a few pieces of paper beside him.
After scanning it quickly, the storyteller looked in disbelief: "How is that possible?!"
While talking, the storyteller rushed out of the small courtyard, but Wang Liangyu could be seen nowhere.
After a long silence, the storyteller bowed with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, senior, for the gift!"
After a long time, the storyteller straightened up, hesitated for a moment, immediately packed up his luggage, and left Lin'an in a hurry, running all the way to the foot of the pinnacle of Songshan Mountain.
Pass through a secret passage and enter a dark cave.
This is the only headquarters of the Spring and Autumn Storytellers.
"Zhang Zhiyou, aren't you in Lin'an? Why are you back?" Seeing the storyteller, an old man slowly walked out of the darkness, his face full of surprise.
Zhang Zhiyou bowed slightly, and then recounted his experiences in Lin'an.
After speaking, Zhang Zhiyou presented the pieces of paper with both hands.
The old man took it and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. After reading it, he couldn't help but feel a little sad: "This is indeed a storyteller's practice, but it's a pity that it is not complete!" After saying that, he looked at Zhang Zhiyou again and said urgently.
, "But do you still remember that person? Maybe he has a complete practice method in his hands!"
Zhang Zhiyou nodded when he heard this, then found a pen and paper, and drew Wang Liangyu's appearance in just a few strokes.
The old man stared at the portrait for a long time, then suddenly looked surprised and said, "Why does this man look so much like our ancestor?"