The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 345 Teahouse Storytelling
"Black clouds overwhelm the city to destroy it, and Jiaguang opens to the sun's golden scales."

"The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold can't be heard."

"well!"

The teahouse in the center of Mintun was extremely noisy and full of voices.

At this time, many craftsmen who have just finished work have gathered in the teahouse, and in the periphery, there are many farmers who have just returned from their farm work.

The teahouse in Mintun is an industry run by Taiping Road.

It is said to be a teahouse, but it is actually just a shed made of simple wood, just outside the office of the Yellow Turban Army Garrison Office in the gathering place of Mintun.

It doesn't sell any tea, it's just a place to provide clean water.

"Snapped--"

The gavel fell on the desk, and there was a sound of thumping.

The noise in the teahouse also stopped at this moment.

Everyone didn't continue speaking, they all focused on the storyteller standing behind the desk.

"When Shan Yuxubu of the Huns hunted and killed those who dared to oppose others, he didn't expect that in all directions, they were already surrounded by troops sent by the great virtuous division."

There is a long table on the east side of the teahouse. The storyteller standing behind the table is a middle-aged man with a figure like a thin bamboo pole, a thin face and slightly fair skin.

At this time, the man who looked like a thin bamboo pole was surrounded by everyone, and he was talking in the center without any signs of stage fright.

"The entanglement within the Xiongnu has long been calculated by the great virtuous teacher. The plan to encircle and suppress the Huns was formulated by the virtuous teacher himself. It is called spreading the net on all sides and encircling the Xiongnu on all sides!"

The middle-aged man's expression was sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.

The ups and downs came out of his mouth, sometimes slowly, sometimes anxiously.

When talking about the bloody battle in Shuofang, the storyteller's voice became high, his face looked like he was glaring at the gods, and his speaking speed became more urgent.

Speaking of the wonderful things, everyone in the teahouse couldn't help applauding, and the applause even overwhelmed the storyteller's voice for a while.

The storyteller was not angry, but took a sip from the water glass in a leisurely manner, moistening his rather thirsty throat.

After the applause in the teahouse subsided, the storyteller continued to talk eloquently about the battle between the two sides.

The story is getting better and better, and the audience in the teahouse also seems to be stunned, staring at the storyteller in front of them intently.

Everyone's emotions also fluctuated with the storyteller's voice, and they flew slowly to the bloody battlefield following the words spoken by the storyteller.

Someone clenched their fists, wanting to know the outcome of the battle.

Someone held his breath, for fear of disturbing the story told by the storyteller.

The people around the storyteller all raised their hearts. There were many farmers who had just left work gathered around the teahouse, and they were also staring at the teahouse, listening to the storyteller's narration.

Everyone's mood was affected by it, sometimes they showed relaxed expressions, and sometimes they showed serious expressions.

"Seeing that the battlefield is extremely entangled, the Xiaoqi Battalion and the White Robe Army are like two long dragons, strangling and killing the Hun Huqi on the periphery...

The storyteller raised his voice and shouted angrily, as if he was on the battlefield of the golden and iron horses.

"The Xiongnu Shanyu Xubu was furious, his eyes were like stars, he put on a finger crown, and personally led the [-] Xiongnu cavalry, rushing down from the hillside!"

Everyone's hearts couldn't help being lifted up. It was said before that more than [-] Huns surrounded the Yellow Turban Army's large formation. Now that [-] Huns were added, wouldn't that be extremely dangerous?
"Pa—" the gavel suddenly snapped.

Everyone's mood was also pulled back from the battlefield of the gold and iron horse by the storyteller.

The storyteller cleared his throat, raised Zhuo Shang's water bowl, and said loudly: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's wait until tomorrow to break it down."

The uproar came again.

Many of the people surrounding the teahouse came here to listen to storytelling after finishing their farm work.

There were no leisure and entertainment activities among the villages. Not long ago, many storytellers suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Hedong County, among the villages, and among the villages.

These storytellers seem to be believers in Taipingdao. Taipingdao has opened many drinking water points and markets, and those storytellers tell stories one by one in those places.

There are many stories.

For example, what the storyteller just said was the extremely popular "Northern Expedition to the Huns", which was about the bloody battle between the Yellow Turban Army and the Huns in Shuofang.

There are also all kinds of stories, some about ghosts and ghosts, some about gods and Taoists, such as stone monkeys and so on.

But there are more stories about the Taiping Road and the Yellow Turban Army. Some tell about the Eagle Wolf Guards arresting robbers, some tell about Taiping Road's Fu Zhu who heals the sick and save lives, and some tell about the military and civilian families helping each other.

Now listening to storytelling every day is almost everyone's favorite leisure activity on weekdays.

"Say more, talk more..."

Outside the teahouse, the farmers carrying farm tools shouted eagerly.

Although they have heard it once or twice, but every time the storyteller cuts off, they are still eager to listen to the storytelling as if scratching their hearts.

The storyteller stopped tidying up and looked at the people in the teahouse with some hesitation.

The teahouse suddenly became noisy again, and a group of people were all sincere.

"In that case..."

The storyteller put down the gavel in his hand, and sometimes he spoke with all his heart, and many people listened, and these storytellers were willing to tell another short paragraph.

The storyteller saluted and said with a smile: "Then I will tell you a short paragraph."

"it is good!"

There was another burst of cheers and cheers in the teahouse.

"However, what I'm talking about this time is not about the "Northern Xiongnu"..."

There was a hint of cunning in the storyteller's eyes.

"What stories are you planning to tell, sir?"

Sure enough, an impatient person asked loudly.

"This story happened in our Jiangyi."

The storyteller smiled and said loudly.

"The story I will tell next is called "Yan Ling Dao". It tells the story that happened in our Jiangyi. The protagonist of the story is none other than Jiangyi's eagle wolf guard Baihu——Zhao Ji!"

"General Nanzheng is courageous, with the Qiushui Yanling knife across his waist."

"The wind blows the drums, the mountains and rivers move, and the lightning flashes the flags and the sun and the moon are high."

The storyteller first read the opening words of "Yan Ling Dao", and his heart surged.

The person who wrote these stories was Xu An, the great virtuous teacher of Taiping Dao, and the opening words of each story are catchy poems, and these opening words are all written by Xu An.

The storyteller told the story of "Yan Ling Dao" passionately, and he admired Xu An even more in his heart.

(End of this chapter)