You cultivate immortality, I cultivate merit

The teahouse became quiet, even the owner came out from the counter.

Shi Zelan smiled at the person in the tea, then walked out of the storytelling table and jumped directly off the stage.

She had already sat down, and the people around her immediately exclaimed, "Brother, please finish your story."

Shi Zelan waved at them and said, "This story can never be finished, really.

Next time Mr. Novel comes, you can ask him if he can finish the story."

"Boss, please ask this young man to be the storyteller.

There is no shortage of storytellers in your teahouse.

The host looked at everyone with a smile on his face: "I would like to invite this young man to be the storyteller, but he may not be willing to tell the story."

Everyone looked at Shi Zelan, and she had to stand up and bow: "I'm sorry for your kindness, but my elders have other plans for me."

Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the teahouse became lively.

With Shi Zelan taking the lead, the brave young people also stood in front of the desk and started speaking.

"Let's tell a story today."

"Well, I heard that Mr. Novel Book used to start his storytelling in this way. You have Mr. Novel Book's style."

With the support and encouragement, the people on the stage became bolder and began to tell the story fluently.

The boss pulled up a bench and squeezed into the crowd with the waiter to join in the fun.

The sound of roosters crowing could be heard in the distance. It was still dark outside, but the teahouse was bustling with activity.

Everyone lined up to tell stories in front of the desk, and the people in the audience didn't care whether what they told was good or not so bad, everyone clapped and cheered.

The sky was bright, and there were still people queuing up to hear stories. Shi Xiaoliu and the other two looked at each other and felt that it was not appropriate to get up and leave at this time.

The bustle in the teahouse attracted many people passing by. They followed him into the teahouse and listened to the young man's storytelling performance.

The owner stood up at this time to stop the person from coming in, and whispered: "Our teahouse is open all night, and we will close it soon."

"Boss, we're not ordering tea, we're just joining in the fun in your teahouse."

The owner had a bitter face. He couldn't stop them anymore, so he could only ask the waiter, "Are there any more people waiting in line?"

The waiter made a "three" sign with his fingers, and the owner breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, after the three of them finish talking, someone will leave."

The last young man in the teahouse went on stage to tell a story. The story he told was plain, but he told it very fluently.

After he stepped off the stage, everyone cheered: "Hahaha, we can go on stage and tell stories for a while, too."

There was no one telling stories on the stage anymore, and the people who came later also walked outside.

The people in the teahouse also stood up, and one of them gave the host a piece of silver: "Boss, this night was so wonderful."

The host had never expected such a windfall, and said happily: "Come back next year, I will reserve a table for you."

When Shi Xiaoliu and the other two left, they also stuffed a piece of silver into his hand. After he took it, he directly gave another piece of silver to Shi Zelan.

Shi Zelan looked at him in surprise: "Boss, what do you mean?"

"This is money for your hard work, brother."

Shi Zelan smiled, took the silver, and gave it back to the boss: "We are very happy tonight, boss, I wish your teahouse business is prosperous."

The three of them left the teahouse, and someone asked Shi Zelan, "Young man, did you discuss with the host whether you would go on stage to tell stories?"

Shi Zelan smiled and shook her head: "No, it was really a spur of the moment decision. Fortunately, everyone is generous." The three of them walked out of the city. The people who were traveling with them also made an appointment with them to meet at the teahouse again on the fifteenth of next year.

Shi Xiaoliu and the other two smiled without saying anything. After they walked out of the city gate, they watched everyone get on the carriages. Then they slowly walked towards the official road.

There were many people leaving the city at this moment, and carriages passed by them one after another. The dust they raised forced them to hide on the side of the road.

The three of them walked forward for a long time, and finally there were not so many carriages passing by on the official road, so the three of them turned into a small road.

Shi Xiaoliu smiled and said, "It's a very good thing to come out for a night occasionally."

Xia Yu smiled and said, "It feels very fresh."

Shi Zelan looked at the two of them and said, "I want to go back and lie down now, on my rooftop, and bask in the sun."

"Sister Lan, don't be so disappointed."

Xia Yu glanced at Shi Zelan and said, "We never thought that you had the ability to tell stories."

"Alas, I never thought that I had the talent of a storyteller. I just wanted to make some noise and amuse you."

"But everyone lined up to go on stage to tell stories, and they all looked very excited, which made people happy."

"Xiao Liu, your story is also very interesting."

Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu were originally watching the fun from the audience, but the people in the teahouse were sure that they were with Shi Zelan.

Shi Zelan is a storyteller, so they must be good at telling stories.

Therefore, the young people encouraged Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu to go on stage and tell stories, and they both had to go on stage and tell stories.

Xia Yu said that he couldn't tell stories, but he could recite the first section of "Tao Te Ching" to everyone.

At that time, everyone in the teahouse fell silent. After Xia Yuzhen recited a section of Tao Te Ching, the young people all laughed and clapped their hands on the table.

Then everyone got excited and the young people all stood in front of their desks and started reciting articles.

When Shi Xiaoliu was encouraged by everyone, he smiled and said, "I'm not good at reading, so I'll tell you the story of medicinal herbs."

Shi Zelan thought of what happened in the teahouse in the early morning, and she smiled and said, "I will remember this night, it was really wonderful.

The boss probably never thought that there were so many talented people sitting in his teahouse."

"Yes, when that uncle came on stage and talked about his childhood stories, I laughed so hard that I couldn't even lift my head."

"The young man came on stage and talked about the elderly in his family. After everyone laughed, they were grateful for the deep affection between the grandparents and grandchildren."

The three of them walked on the deserted path, leaving behind a trail of laughter.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning. They returned to the top of the mountain, checked the living conditions of the three elders, and carefully checked the protective barriers around them.

The three of them then stood at the edge of the mountain for a while with peace of mind. At the foot of the mountain, a Taoist priest was walking around with a compass.

Shi Zelan recalled some legends of the sect, and she asked Xia Yu: "Xia Yu, they said that the sect elders' magic weapon is the compass?"

"Yes, you have heard this legend too.

When I found out about it, I went to ask my grandfather.

My grandfather said that when he was young, the elder was very interested in Taoism, physiognomy, and forensics, so he chose the compass as a magic tool. "

After hearing this, Shi Zelan sighed, "I actually wanted to use a brick as a magic weapon, but I practice swordplay every day and rarely think of using a brick." (End of this chapter)