I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Because the next day was the first performance of the "Martial Arts Team", Fu Wenyu got up early, and Zhou and Fu Rong also got up early.

Although the performance of "Thirteen Styles of Yunxiao" had been seen several times at home, the family still planned to go to the teahouse to watch it again. For this reason, Zhou also gave Chunhua and the others a day off.

Fu Rong wore a new yellow dress today and stood in front of the table to urge, "Brother, eat quickly, we are all ready. Xinhe also wants to go with her parents. We agreed to go together, but unfortunately Second Aunt did not let Chunhua go."

Zhou explained at the side, "Your Second Aunt is reluctant to spend the money for the bowl of tea. But half of Chunhua's wages are still with mother. If you want to go with Chunhua, go and tell her now."

Fu Rong was surprised, "Really? Then I'll go and call Chunhua." After that, she went out happily and no longer urged Fu Wenyu to eat faster.

Fu Wenyu laughed, "Mother, Uncle and Aunt are still the same."

Zhou shook her head, "That's right, your Aunt is now thinking about earning back the money that was cheated before. She heard that I raised Chunhua's wages and came to me several times, but I ignored her."

"You should eat quickly. Since the date is set, Rong'er has made an appointment with several people in the village to go to see it together. Be careful that she will come back and urge you again."

Seeing this, Fu Wenyu immediately sped up the action of eating, and finally finished eating before Fu Rong took Chunhua's hand and walked in.

Then they set out to meet up with others. When everyone in Fujia Village arrived at the door of the teahouse, the shopkeeper was already waiting. When he saw Fu Wenyu and others, he grinned and squinted his eyes.

"Mr. Fu, you are finally here!"

"Please come in."

While letting Fu Wenyu and others in, he said, "I told the guests the day before yesterday that today we would have the 'Thirteen Styles of Clouds' from Mr. Fu's storybook. As a result, people came in and waited as soon as we opened the door today. It's not the busiest time of the past, but nearly 80% of the seats are already full. It's all thanks to you, Mr. Fu."

The owner of the teahouse was really happy. He didn't expect that the person who often came to the teahouse to drink tea and liked to order a portion of tea eggs and snacks before leaving was Mr. Fu, who wrote the storybook. He didn't expect that Mr. Fu would come to him one day and tell him that he had a martial arts team and could come to the teahouse to perform the 'Thirteen Styles of Clouds'.

If Mr. Fu hadn't brought a few people to perform that day, and he had seen the neat movements with his own eyes, he would have thought he was a liar.

Thinking of this, the teahouse owner's eyes were on the dozen people behind Fu Wenyu. After a closer look, his eyes lit up, "My fellow warriors, you are really mighty today."

Unlike the slightly nervous expressions of the others, Fu Wenhe had a bright smile on his face. He clasped his fists to the teahouse owner and said, "Thank you for your compliments, don't worry, we brothers will not let you down."

And Fu Wenyu looked at the people in the "Martial Arts Team" and smiled.

What they wore today was the blue suit that Fu Wenyu specially spent 800 coins to order at Li's Silk Shop half a month ago.

The whole suit includes a top, a vest, a hand guard, a belt, pants, a skirt and a cape. The style of this suit is different from the wide-sleeved scholar robes that most decent people in Liuzhou City like to wear, and it is also different from the shorts that ordinary people often wear. It is closer to the style that martial artists often wear in later TV dramas, which is easy to fight.

Because some leather was sewn together and the clothes had several layers, which made some stiff effects, after putting on this set of clothes, the whole person's spirit and spirit were very different. This set of clothes, coupled with the wooden swords hanging around their waists, before they made any movements, a sense of chivalry came to their faces.

In addition to the clothes, Fu Wenyu also matched each person with a pair of cloud-stepping boots, a crown, and several accessories around his waist. The purpose is to tell everyone that this is what a "man in the rivers and lakes" looks like, so that it will be more convenient for him to sell peripherals in the future.

The effect is also very good. After wearing it, it amazed many people in Fujia Village. On the way here, it also made the people unable to look away, and some people even asked where it was made. In short, this set of clothes is hot after wearing it, and it is estimated that it will have to be changed before the performance in a while, there is no other problem.

Now even the knowledgeable teahouse owner is amazed.

While Fu Wenyu was greeting the teahouse owner, the guests in the teahouse were also talking about him and the storybook he wrote.

When the story of "Rebirth of the Treasure Map" first appeared in the Liuzhou tabloid, it did not cause much sensation. Because of the revision of the Liuzhou tabloid, there were seven stories being serialized at that time. As the number of stories increased, naturally some people liked to eat fish, some liked to eat shrimp, and some people did not like fish or shrimp.

So when Zhao Yunfei in the story encountered a tragic case of extermination of his family and was hiding in the pond and relying on a reed pipe to survive, some readers sighed, "This Zhao Yunfei is so pitiful."

Some readers were curious, "So the reed pipe has this benefit, should I try it too?"

Some readers slammed the table in indignation, "This Zhao Yunfei is really hateful! If he hadn't meddled in other people's business and picked up the treasure map, how could the Zhao family have suffered such a bad thing? He actually implicated the whole family, young and old, and no one was spared. Why is Zhao Yunfei, this unfilial son, still alive? He should cut himself off from his parents and brothers and die to apologize for his sins."

Of course, there are also rational people who expressed their opinions, "Zhao Yunfei is just a 15-year-old boy who has been loved by his parents and brothers since he was young. Even when he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, his brothers would bring him food. It can be seen that he has not experienced the trials of the world, so you don't have to blame him too much. If it were us, could we have imagined that such a thing would happen later through a blueprint?"

Some people were indifferent, "I just want to know, did Zhao Yunfei succeed in revenge in the end?"

Or "Is the 'Yunxiao Sword Art' true or false? Why do I also learn from Zhao Yunfei to sit cross-legged and recite the mental method in my heart, but I can't feel the internal force running in my body. Is it possible that only the Zhao family can learn it?"

Such arguments continued until Zhao Yunfei was killed by the black-robed leader and then "reborn".

Then all readers put aside the controversy and stared at the Liuzhou tabloid.

"'Rebirth'? Such a strange thing?!"

"'Rebirth', doesn't that mean Zhao Yunfei actually lived again!"

"Why is that?"

They were puzzled, and in shock they looked for explanations in the storybook.

Some people said: "Perhaps it was the blessing of the Zhao family's ancestors that Zhao Yunfei was able to come back to life. You see, the storybook says that Zhao Yunfei woke up in the ancestral hall again."

Others said: "I think it was the King of Hell who brought him back to life. Look at how miserable his parents died. Especially his mother, after being killed, she was hung on the beam like a piece of bacon to scare her son. If I encountered such a thing, I would definitely not be willing to accept it. I must complain to the King of Hell when I go to the underworld."

Then several people from the Zhao family worked together to set up a trap to seriously injure the black-robed leader. Readers did not think about why Zhao Yunfei was 'reborn', but cheered loudly.

"It's great!"

"That's how it should be!"

"What a pity, he just ran away like that. I think the Zhao family father and son should have chased him and captured the black-robed man. Zhao Ya was good at teaching his son a lesson, but he was still a little timid."

"That's right, that Chen Lieyang must be the mastermind, right?"

"He should be, otherwise how could he have his unique skills?"

"That Fiery Palm is so powerful."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Fu's words are so great! I can't wait to see Zhao Yunfei catch the mastermind and avenge his family."

Then Fu Wenyu's description of the 'jianghu' made some people fascinated again.

"So this is the 'jianghu'."

"Repaying enmity, doing justice, heroes saving beauties, and even beauties falling in love with you."

"If you have similar interests, you can become sworn brothers, and everyone is a brother or sister."

"Well said! People in the jianghu should 'eat big chunks of meat and drink big bowls of wine'. Let's go, let's eat big chunks of meat and drink big bowls of wine today, and be 'jianghu' people with great righteousness."

After Fu Wenyu discussed things with the teahouse owner, he took his mother and sister upstairs, and happened to hear some readers discussing the latest plot.

"Zhao Yunfei finally arrived at Tuoshan, so he should be able to expose Chen Lieyang's true face and avenge his family, right?"

"It should be, but those Tuoshan disciples are all good, and you can tell at a glance that they are people from the underworld."

"I'm afraid they are pretending. How can a teacher with bad character teach good disciples?"

Hearing such a conversation, Fu Rong quietly pulled Fu Wenyu's sleeve and whispered: "Brother, they don't know that Chen Daxia is a good person."

Fu Wenyu protected the two and said: "Yes, they don't know yet."

After all, the latest Liuzhou tabloid only printed that Zhao Yunfei went to Tuoshan, and he hadn't seen Chen Lieyang yet, let alone that Chen Lieyang would die tragically later.

There are a lot of guests in the teahouse today. At a glance, it is full, including men and women, old and young. Fu Wenyu also saw Tang Yuanwai, who was sitting in a private room with a child in his arms, and the little boy asked curiously: "Dad, is there really a 'Thirteen Yunxiao Styles' today?"

"I want to be like Zhao Yunfei, practicing martial arts and becoming a hero."

Tang Yuanwai showed a helpless expression, "Yishen, don't let your mother hear you say this, she is thinking about you studying for the imperial examination and earning her a phoenix crown and a bridal robe. If she knows what kind of 'hero' you want to be, both our father and son will be in trouble. So when you go back later, don't let it slip."

Tang Yishan nodded and whispered: "I know, Dad."

Tang Yuanwai and his lost and found son Tang Yishan are here too?

Fu Wenyu looked at them in surprise.

But now is not the time for greetings. Fu Wenyu sent his mother and sister to the private room specially reserved by the shopkeeper, and Fu Wencheng and other people in the village were already waiting inside. Seeing the three people come in, they waved to them happily.

"Wenyu, you are finally here."

"Hurry up and sit down, the shopkeeper just said it's about to start."

"Wenyu's mother, and Rong girl, come sit over here, you can see clearly from here."

"Thank you, auntie." Fu Wenyu thanked her while arranging her mother and sister in the best sight in the box, letting them stay with other female relatives, and she stood aside.

After the three of them were settled, a group of people really walked out from the specially arranged high platform on the first floor. It was Fu Wenshu and others. After they went on stage, they spontaneously formed groups of five and lined up in three neat rows on the stage.

Fu Wenyu immediately heard someone in the box say in surprise: "That's our Silang, the tall one, he looks so handsome."

"And our Wenhe..."

"That's my eldest brother, he's called Wenshu, but he gets a headache when he sees books."

"And my second brother..."

The women and children chattered, and the men in the village were not idle.

"They are so imposing!"

"Wenyu, Wenyu, can we learn this kung fu? I want to learn it too."

The guests were not idle either, and asked curiously: "Who are these people?"

"Their clothes are so beautiful..."

Then suddenly the sword rose!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

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A flash of sword light passed by!

There was an exclamation in the teahouse, "What is that!"

At the same time, some people stared with their eyes wide open, not wanting to blink, and muttered to themselves, "This is what the shopkeeper said that day, the 'Thirteen Styles of Yunxiao'..."

"So powerful..."

Amid the exclamations of the guests, the "Chongyun Sword" in the hands of Fu Wenshu and others, which was specially painted black and had mottled red cloud patterns on the sword body, could not be ignored even from a distance like the second floor.

The fifteen people moved in unison, and the fifteen people stretched out their hands to draw the sword at the same time. While stabbing, some people turned around and chopped at the people behind them. The swords collided with each other, and the sound of "Ha!" came out of their mouths. The indomitable momentum and the tense atmosphere completely suppressed the exclamations in the teahouse.

In the end, there were nearly a hundred people sitting in the teahouse, but with the fierce dancing of the swords, it gradually became silent.

When Fu Wenshu and the others finished their sword moves and stood up together, they still kept their mouths wide open, as if they didn't know what to say and seemed to be still in shock.

Fu Wenyu noticed that Fu Wenhe on the stage saw this scene and whispered a few words to Fu Wenshu uneasily, and then Fu Wenshu nodded and led everyone to make a fist gesture.

This action seemed to break a certain deadlock, and the scene instantly boiled.

"'Yunxiao Thirteen Styles'!"

"Is this the 'Yunxiao Thirteen Styles' described in the storybook?"

"Is this the sword move?"

"It looks good, no, it's amazing!"

"Zhao Yunfei, it turns out that the sword move Zhao Yunfei learned is like this."

Some wealthy guests took out silver coins from their purses and threw them on the stage, shouting, "Do it again, I haven't seen it clearly yet, hurry up and do it again."

It is of course impossible to do it again.

Seeing people constantly throwing rewards on the stage and shouting "Do it again", the teahouse owner came up with a grin. He asked people to pick up the broken silver, copper coins, purses, etc. on and off the stage, while skillfully comforting them.

"Dear guests, please be patient, please be patient."

"There will be more tomorrow, there will be more tomorrow. From now on, at this time every day, you can see the "Thirteen Styles of Yunxiao" in our teahouse. There will be it every day, no exaggeration."

The same scene happened in the next street in the afternoon. Because the performance in the morning was so shocking that it spread to many places in Liuzhou City, the scene was even more spectacular. Not only were the boxes and seats in the theater sold out, but many people stood at the door, surrounded by three layers inside and outside, and were reluctant to leave for a long time.

Even when Fu Wenyu walked on the road the next day, he could still hear people discussing it.

"Hey, have you seen the 'Thirteen Styles of Yunxiao'?"

"It's the one in the storybook 'Rebirth of the Treasure Map'. It's the unique sword move of the Zhao family. Zhao Yunfei learned that. I tell you, it's amazing. The sword is red. Swish, swish, like this, like this, and then turn around like this. Unfortunately, I don't remember the rest. I have to watch it a few more times..."

"And have you noticed their clothes?"

"So the 'people in the rivers and lakes' wear clothes like this. They're really beautiful. I wonder where I can buy them."

Some people who were not interested in anything else insisted, "I like their swords more!"

What's more, from the second day, some people surrounded Fu Wenshu and others who had finished their performances, asking them if they would accept disciples, or offering high prices to buy their clothes and swords. The popularity of it made Fu Wenyu, who had seen modern fans watching celebrities, stunned and surprised.

'Thirteen Styles of Yunxiao' became popular in Liuzhou City at a speed that Fu Wenyu had never imagined!