Baishixian Road

Chapter 66 Let me tell you a book

The sudden voice was obviously reminding Xu Mo.

The position of Mr. Storyteller?
Xu Mo looked down at the chair he was sitting on.

Not to mention, it's really different from the one next to it.

But he doesn't know the situation.

When he walked in just now, he saw such an empty seat, so he sat down naturally. Who knew, this was a seat reserved for the storyteller.

At that moment Xu Mo got up, and said to the strange people around him: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, can't I get up?"

The answer is, no!

Numerous weirdos had no intention of letting him leave at all, even if Xu Mo got up and wanted to leave, he couldn't.

The storyteller over there was still staring at Xu Mo.

Although the facial features outlined by the pen are clear, there is an indescribable death and anger.

Xu Mo really didn't expect that he would cause trouble just by sitting down and resting.

Hands-on?

The opponent has a large number of people, and in Fangshi, you can't mess around.

Because that would most likely trigger some sort of chain reaction.

The possible result is unpredictable and even more unbearable.

Xu Mo remembered the voice that reminded him just now, and hurriedly asked for advice: "Fellow Daoist, what should I do now?"

"I only know that if you are killed here, your soul will be scattered."

The implication of the voice was that he didn't know either.

Xu Mo couldn't help it.

You can't count on others, you can only find a way to save yourself.

He analyzes quickly.

If he sat in the storyteller's seat, he would not give the storyteller face, so he offended the other party.

The storyteller got angry and stopped telling the story, so the weirdos here were unhappy, and naturally they blamed themselves.

The logic is impeccable.

This must be the reason.

Then solve the problem from the root, if you can't satisfy the storyteller and let the other party continue to tell the story, then you have to solve the pain points of many weird people here.

What are their pain points?
Can't hear the story anymore.

If this pain point is solved, won't all crises be resolved?
Xu Mo then patted the table.

"If not, I'll tell you a book!"

We can also do storytelling.

Although he was forced to go to Liangshan, there is no other way. Compared to being torn to pieces by these weirdnesses, it is really nothing to come on stage and say a book.

At that moment, Xu Mo cupped his hands at the weirdness around him, and then moved step by step, onto the stage.

So many weird things really didn't stop him.

There were doubts, bewilderment and a little bit of expectation in the originally cold eyes.

The storyteller on stage got even angrier.

Grim-faced.

Xu Mo also cupped his hands at the other party: "We really didn't mean to demolish you on purpose. There is really no other way. Why don't you take a break first, and I'll tell a random story to make everyone happy, so I'll leave."

The storyteller obviously understood, and immediately flung his sleeves and walked away.

gone.

Now that Xu Mo is trying to get the ducks on the shelves, he has to hold on to this place, otherwise, the end will be extremely miserable.

Xu Mo quickly recalled the various programs he had watched before.

Cross talk, talk show, storyteller in theater.

Come on.

It's not a particularly difficult thing to live in vain.

Xu Mo deliberately bowed his hands to the audience.

"It's good that everyone is here. As for me, I recently heard a story about a scholar who was going to take the scholar exam. Before the exam, he dreamed of a fairy."

A word of immortal attracted the attention of many weird people below.

Xu Mo continued: "Then the scholar asked the immortal, can a person like me pass the exam?"

"The immortal laughed, may I ask if your grandfather and father were born as scholars, and have they ever been an official? The scholar shook his head and said no; the immortal asked again, does your family have a thousand hectares of fertile land, and do you have any money? The scholar answered poorly with a jingle , the family has no land and no money; upon hearing this, the immortal said angrily, "That's it, what nonsense dreams are you doing, and this immortal trip will be in vain!"

After speaking, Xu Mo looked at the many strange reactions below.

To be honest, this is a joke he thought of on the spur of the moment. It's not funny. If the effect is not good, Xu Mo has to say something else.

As a result, the many strange things below are numb at first.

Just when Xu Mo thought he had failed, he grinned strangely and made a big laugh, followed by the second and the third.

The weirdness below is all smiles, but they are quiet, without a single sound.

When Xu Mo saw it, he made up his mind.

keep talking.

This time, he didn't tell jokes. After thinking about it, he learned what he learned and sold it now. He adapted Wei Sanniang's story and told it.

Why are you talking about this?
Everyone likes to hear it.

Think about it, there is Goulan again, and the top card of the oiran, there is love, there is betrayal, and there is revenge.

These are very attractive elements.

It is simply killing men, women and children.

Emotions need something in common to resonate. What Xu Mo said has all of them, and only three things are enough.

Love, betrayal and revenge.

As he talked, Xu Mo also got into the mood, but he didn't notice the weirdness of listening to him, more and more.

Even those passing by on the street were attracted in.

Not only is there a strangeness in the painting outlined by black and white pen and ink.

Also attracts 'people' of color.

"...Wei Sanniang, it's hard. She waited for several years to protect the scholar, but she didn't wait for the man in her heart, and was bullied by the bully again. In a fit of anger, she committed suicide."

Speaking of this, all the weird people below are gnashing their teeth, clenching their fists, and murderous.

Xu Mo took a look, good guy, the atmosphere is too warm.

Quickly change the subject.

"Maybe Wei Sanniang suffered too much. Although she died, she met a good person. There was a big pagoda tree where she hanged herself. It's called Huai Yuanhui, and the word Yuanhui has a lot of history."

Nonsense chant, bragging chant.

Anyway, there is only one mouth and two lips, so you can blow it however you want.

In the story, there is also Xu Mo himself.

Call it 'Xu Xianren'.

It is said that the word "Yuanhui" was given to the big locust tree by Xu Xianren, and it was also said that Xu Xianren taught the "Diamond Sutra" to help Huai Yuanhui realize the Tao.

Huai Yuanhui got a good fate, so she helped Wei Sanniang improve her cultivation.

"This is called, after being exposed to the rain, I always want to hold an umbrella for others."

One sentence caused many strange contemplations below, some of them had horrified eyes, I don't know what they thought of, and some were exaggerated, they jumped up and bowed to Xu Mo repeatedly.

seems to be talking.

But Xu Mo couldn't hear anything.

Only then did Xu Mo realize that the audience below was several times larger than the initial audience.

The inside of the teahouse was already filled with water, and even the aisles and the outside were full of strange things, and there were immortal cultivators mixed in.

"It's bad, why are there so many people?"

Xu Mo felt that the situation was not good.

After all, being stared at by so many weirdos and cultivators, I always feel that something is going to go wrong.

Can't talk anymore.

Xu Mo thought about it, and immediately patted it with the Xingtang wood on the table.

silent.

But those weirdnesses can be heard.

"That's all for today, to predict what will happen in the future, and let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

This is the usual method of storytellers.

Xu Mo felt that it was very reasonable for him to use it.

Sure enough, after saying this, although the many weirdos below were angry and noisy, they were not aimed at Xu Mo. On the contrary, when Xu Mo walked down, all the weirdos consciously moved out of the way.

In the eyes, there is admiration, admiration, and more respect.

Xu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said that no matter what, the current troubles were finally dealt with.

next time?

Definitely not coming!
But before leaving the teahouse, Xu Mo was stopped by one person.

Judging by her figure, she is undoubtedly a woman.

"What you said just now is very interesting."

Xu Mo remembered this voice.

It was this voice that reminded me before that I took up the storyteller's seat.

Not feminine, but a little neutral.

The other party was also masked, and his age was unknown, but Xu Mo reckoned that the immortal cultivators who could come here were all truly senior practitioners, who must have high cultivation and deep knowledge.

Young people can't.

At least four or fifty years old, possibly even older.

That is, an old woman.

"Thank you just now." Xu Mo was very polite, and bowed his hands in salute.

After all, if someone hadn't reminded him at a critical moment, Xu Mo wouldn't have known why those weird things would stare at him.

"You don't have to thank me for the effort of raising your hand. After listening to what you said, it will be regarded as a reward."

It's reasonable.

"When will you speak next time?" The other party asked suddenly.

Xu Mo was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "The situation just now forced me to do so. Next time? Where is the next time?"

This time the old woman on the opposite side was stunned after hearing this.

"Keep your word and get fat, if they don't kill you, I will kill you!"

(End of this chapter)