Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 199 Reappearance
Appearance is not true, seeming false is not false, the realm of illusion.

"Everyone" entered the Huangtian Building, and saw the scene as usual, singing and dancing, drinking and talking and laughing.

There is nothing wrong with it.

It's just that in the center of the hall, on the high platform, there is an extra desk, a seat, a folding fan and a piece of Xingmu on the table.

Although Huangtianlou is not the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, a place of fireworks and moonlight, there are also a group of singers and dancers who usually sing and dance on this high platform for guests to watch. It is one of the famous scenery of Huangtianlou. This is the beauty of the book.

But today, on the high platform, there is no Shu Yinge, nor the Nishang Dance.

There is only one table, one chair, one door, and one piece of wood.

Why is this?

Everyone is puzzled.

"Why is there no singing and dancing today?"

"No wonder I felt like something was missing."

"Why put tables and chairs on the stage?"

"Could it be that some of you are going to play the piano on stage and play a string?"

"The Wenhua event attracted the attention of Kyushu, and also attracted a lot of masters of piano."

"Isn't it? I heard that a few days ago, the eldest princess and His Royal Highness Yao Jun came, and the Li family hosted a banquet to welcome them. At the banquet, a qin master came to the stage and played the piano. His skills surprised everyone. Even His Royal Highness the eldest princess and the old lady of the Li family admired it. Plus."

"I heard that the Huangtian Nishang Dance in Huangtian Tower is the most beautiful dance in the world. I don't think I won't be able to enjoy it today. It's a pity, a pity!"

Everyone talked a lot, although they didn't understand why the singing and dancing stopped today, but they were not too excited or too noisy.

After all, this is Huangtian Building.

Zi Yan and Meng Fanyin found a place to sit down, looked at the tables and chairs on the high platform, and listened to the discussions of the people around them. They felt dreamlike and in a trance. The scenes in Anping City in the past resurfaced at this moment in front of your eyes.

Storyteller, storyteller, storyteller is still the same storyteller, but is he still the same him?

The two of them didn't know, their minds were in a trance, and there was some inexplicable anxiety in their confusion.

And the other side...

Zhou Baifu also found a place to sit down, looked at the tables and chairs on the high platform, listened to the words and discussions of the people around him, and felt the emptiness and silence in his body, the unresponsive air in his dantian, and the expression in his eyes became more and more heavy.

Others, however, did not react in this way, and did not even feel any difference.

Because they didn't know that this was an illusion, and they even forgot what happened in the peach forest before, the mysterious Taoist, the scholar with unknown origin, and even the Huangtian Tower and the storyteller.

just like……

Never happened!
None of this has ever happened!

The time went back to three days ago, and their memories also went back to three days ago. They didn't know any storyteller, Laoshan Taoist, or mysterious scholar. They just thought they were ordinary tourists and came to this Huangtian Tower.

Just like the tourists and spectators in the Huangtian Tower three days ago.

Now, they are all witnesses, witnesses!
Therefore, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and found a seat to sit down like everyone else.

Although there were thousands of literati surrounding the Huangtian Tower in the Peach Blossom Forest before, but now people from all walks of life enter this illusion, so it is not crowded, let alone thousands of people, enclosing the Huangtian Tower. A blocked situation.

Everyone from all walks of life took their seats, and this Huangtian Tower seemed to be business as usual.

here……

One person climbed onto the high platform, with a straight blue shirt and a sword case behind, like writing and martial arts, like a book and a sword.

"It sure is him!"

Zi Yan stared at that person, although she had already guessed and expected it, but she couldn't help being shocked and lost her mind when she saw it.

Ziyan is like this, and Meng Fanyin is not like that. Looking at the figure on the high platform, I feel familiar and strange, close at hand and far away in the world. I don't know if it is because of this mirror, dream, or because of...

"This……"

"Who is it?"

"The violinist?"

"It looks like it should be."

"I don't know how to play the piano?"

"It's definitely not bad to be able to go to Huangtian Tower."

Seeing this, the people around also began to discuss.

They will all be regarded as violinists in the future.

It's no wonder, after all, the sword box behind him is too conspicuous, and everyone doesn't know the mystery inside, so naturally they think it's a piano box.

Only Zhou Baifu and his group had serious expressions and tense bodies, looking at the ordinary sword box, their hearts were full of nervousness and apprehension.

Flying sword, flying sword, killing skills, flying fairy sword!

Even though we know it is false and the illusion is not real, but such a sharp weapon in front of us still makes people feel uneasy and even terrified.

Even Zhou Baifu's true Confucianism is no exception.

Everyone's mentality is different.

But that has nothing to do with the people on stage.

I saw the man took off the sword box, put it close to the table and chairs, and said to everyone, "Su Wen, the poor man, came to the stage today, and I will tell you the story of the white snake crossing love, breaking the catastrophe and ascending to heaven." .”

"Su asked?"

"White snake?"

"Break the catastrophe and ascend?"

"Fantasy story?"

Everyone was startled, looked at each other in blank dismay, and then came to their senses.

"This……"

"A storyteller?"

"Huangtian Tower unexpectedly recruited a storyteller?"

"What is this? Cancel singing and dancing, and change to storytelling?"

"Why do you recruit a storyteller so well, what a disappointment!"

"How can this kind of dirty fun in the market get into this elegant hall?"

"It's ridiculous, what is the head of the Huangtian Tower thinking, now is the time for the Wenhua Grand Meeting!"

"Huangtian Tower is my Ningchuan's magnificent scenery, a place of ancient literature and ink, and let a vulgar and vulgar man speak nonsense and nonsense on the stage, so that students from other places can see it. Why don't you laugh at my Ningchuan style of writing? Really! absurd!"

"Everyone, stay safe and don't be impatient. This is the Huangtian Tower. There is a reason for this arrangement. I can't wait!"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and most of them spoke badly, making the atmosphere gradually tense.

Ningzhou is the state with the most prosperous and prosperous literary style in the world, and the Wenhua Conference is a grand event in Kyushu's literary and moral education. Literati and scholars from ten places in Kyushu all gather to participate in this grand event.

On such a grand occasion, Huangtianlou, as the grand scene of Ningzhou's literature and Taoism, a place of ancient literature and ink, unexpectedly found a storyteller to come on stage to tell stories?

What is this equivalent to?
It is equivalent to the time of the emperor's wedding, inviting a Qinlou Chuguan, a prostitute from the land of fireworks, to sing "Eighteen Touches" in front of all officials and ministers!

Obscene poems and erotic words, extremely vulgar!
Crooked books and heresy are unbearable!
Who can stand it?

Who can stand it!

Therefore, it is no wonder that everyone is so angry. What Huangtianlou did is simply willing to degenerate, insulting Ningchuan Shilin, and Wenhua Grand Meeting.

Ridiculous, ridiculous!
That's how people feel about it.

But the anger turned into anger, everyone did not lose their minds, and they did not forget that this is the Huangtian Tower, the Huangtian Tower of the Great Zhou royal family.

Therefore, although everyone spoke in a bad tone and was very angry, they did not act recklessly, shouting and killing, but just looked at Su Wen coldly.

Su Wen didn't care, he sat down calmly, grasped the folding fan, patted Xingmu, and started talking by himself.

(End of this chapter)