Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 81 080. Good Poem
Just when Li Zhen was about to open the book, Hongying came on time.

Shang Nu is still around.

He kept a very polite distance and stood there listening to what Li Zhen said.

This time, Li Zhen planned to write a long book.

At the same time, he found that there were obviously more people sitting around than last time.

Obviously, after this day, his "word of mouth" as a storyteller is also fermenting a little bit.

Anyway, this long night is the most boring.

Except for those who were on patrol, the big guys surrounded them.

Li Zhen estimated that there were six to seventy people inside and outside.

Good guy, this should be the book with the largest number of people after he came to this world.

Thinking of this, he cheered up.

"Cough cough..."

With a light cough, he picked up the gourd in his hand, unscrewed the stopper and took a sip of water.

This is considered to be the completion of the drinking place.

Then, after taking a breath of air pressure in the dantian, he also used a bit of qi, so that his voice would not be so scattered.

After all, unlike libraries and wine shops with limited space around the walls, these people sat relatively scattered.

The storyteller's mouth must be clean, no garlic (ambiguous).And if you sit in the library and speak, then every word you speak must be delivered to the ears of the audience.

Otherwise, it is not enough patience.

But you can't be too dead-eyed.

Obviously having qi can help your voice to travel farther and make everyone listen more comfortably. At this time, there is no question of whether you can bear it or not.

The audience is always right.

When people spend money on you, you have to satisfy them.

This is what an artist does.

Of course, things like digging holes can't be counted...

As for why Qi can amplify his voice...it's very simple. I asked Shang Nian how he made his tiger and leopard sound. Although I can't ask in detail, but just to make his voice louder, Lei Humen has a way .

During the whole process, everyone's eyes fell on him, without any wavering.

Full of "longing".

In the eyes of everyone, this Taoist bun was casually rolled up with a wooden stick, with a handsome face, although the Taoist robe on his body was somewhat stained, but for some reason, the Taoist priest looked exceptionally clean, just the act of drinking water was like drinking a jug of good wine generally.

Chic and clean.

At the same time, the voice of the Taoist also rang out in the vast land:
"The west wind blows old Dongting waves."

His eyes were gentle, and he recited clearly in his mouth:

"Young Lord Xiang has a lot of white hair overnight."

Looking around at everyone, even though he is a Taoist priest, he is as gentle as jade, pointing to the crescent moon in the sky:
"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water."

After the third sentence, he suddenly showed a free and easy face, as if there was a thousand years of past events, but finally he smiled:
"This is a clear dream full of boats~"

There is no wake-up wood, but there is a sound on the ground:
"Press the Xinghe!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

No one shouted hello.

Everyone was still staring at Li Zhen.

Poetry is good poetry.

But this group of killers... I can't care about enjoying it for the time being.

Don't forget, that old man is about to stab Li Xun Huan.

At the juncture of life and death, who will go with you to taste poetry?
Only in the distance, standing side by side with Shang Nu, Hongying in leather armor and red clothes, after listening to Li Zhen's poem, automatically put the last line of the poem with some hyphens into place .

Li Zhen's voice was like starlight, spilling these poems into her heart:

"The west wind blows old Dongting waves,

In one night, Xiangjun had more gray hair.

When I get drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water,
The boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy. "

When the poem was fully presented in her mind, her eyes burst into brilliance in an instant.

Under the moon, shining brightly!
"Good poetry..."

She couldn't help whispering.

Unfortunately, Shang Nu didn't hear it.

He would also want to know... what happened to this story with "self" involved.

As for the sour poem...

Sorry, I don't read much, so I can't appreciate it.

Therefore, he did not see Hongying's gaze.

If it is real.

……

"We mentioned in the last book that Li Xunhuan, who hadn't entered the customs for ten years, came to his hometown because of the theft of plum blossoms. After ten years, he finally entered the customs again. Then he found an old man who was about to freeze to death by the side of the road. Well, it was piggybacked on."

"Li Xunhuan had good intentions to eat and drink. Seeing that the old man was cold, he let him into the car. He also gave him drinks to keep out the cold and snacks to keep him from hunger. The old man seemed to be asleep after drinking, but Li Xunhuan seemed to be asleep. When he was sleeping, this dog was a good man who repays the wicked! The heart of a wolf turned into a dog's lungs! He took out a sharp short knife and stabbed it towards Li Xun Huan's heart!"

After making a brief summary of the story I told earlier, Li Zhen continued:
"As the saying goes, a general is not afraid of a thousand swords, but only an inch of iron. The angle of the short blade of this dagger is tricky. If he stabs it firmly, it will kill you if you touch it, and you will die next to it! Everyone, you must know that walking in the rivers and lakes is very difficult. Be careful. Everything, you have to be careful. Otherwise..."

He shook his head, sighed, elongated his tone, and blurted out a famous saying in an instant:

"It's really easy to dodge this open spear~~ It's so hard to guard against the hidden arrow!"

When everyone heard this sentence, their hearts suddenly trembled.

Li Zhen's voice sounded again:
"Just when the dagger was about to stab Li Xunhuan's heart, I saw Li Tanhua, like a prophet, stepped aside and got out of his way. The short blade sank into the wall of the carriage behind. Seeing that the blow missed , the old man didn't shrink his knife, he slashed towards Li Xun Huan at an angle!"

"At the same time, I felt ruthless in my heart: if this knife hits, you will definitely be separated from your body!"

"But! Li Xunhuan has traveled the rivers and lakes and has experienced countless battles. He is a master of masters. Facing this knife, he just stretched out his hand and pressed it against the man's arm. At the same time, he tapped his elbow lightly~ squeak!"

"The window of the carriage popped open immediately, and the old man felt a blur in front of his eyes, but this Li Xunhuan and Li Tanhua had already used his peerless lightness skill to fly out of the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and landed on the snow. Li Xunhuan He retreated quickly, and the old man was not slow, and immediately followed out from the window that was not fully closed, stepping up and twisting his waist, chasing the cicada for thousands of miles! This knife also followed out. But he was only two steps away from Li Xun Huan When he was far away, he stood still. Then, cold sweat trickled down from his forehead and temples."

"All of you should be sure and say: Why didn't this man come forward? It turns out that Li Xun Huan, who was two steps away from him, had a small seven-inch long flying knife in his hand at some time~ It's hitting his neck~"

It obviously happened in a short moment, but under Li Zhen's description, this scene seemed to have appeared in everyone's eyes.

The two people in the carriage fought two moves swiftly, at this moment, the window of the carriage popped up, and two figures flew out of it one after another.

One stood with his hands behind his back, and the other chased after him, but stopped in an instant.

With a frightened expression on his face, the two are fighting.

And all of this was because of the seven-inch throwing knife in Li Xun Huan's hand!

All of a sudden, they thought of that sentence:

"Xiao Li Feidao, the example is not in vain!"

huh~~
Fun!

(End of this chapter)