One Eyed Monster

Puxijin's expression made Igor find it very funny. He leaned his chin and looked up, his mouth was still crooked, as if he was thinking of something.

"I said you can't just sum it up, why do you always gossiping, there is no logic at all."

"I'm thinking." Puxijin smiled at Igor, and then returned to the previous situation.

Husitas still held his forehead and wondered, because it was a devastation to him. He thought his brother and Igor were of the same kind, and they could talk about everything, and they could talk about everything. So happy.

This is a very strange thing. A thing that seems to think of it as a scam can be chained for a long time. It seems that these things are common things for them. Husitas naturally couldn't understand. He held his forehead to his own grief, leaving Igor and Puxijin to discuss with each other.

Puxijin still thinks like that, but Igor is reluctant, mainly Puxijin's proposal just now stimulated him.

After all, he had heard a lot of stories when he was young, and there were only two main channels for obtaining these stories. One was to hear the crackling narrations of booksellers in the square or tavern, and the other was to listen to the low voices of the troubadours.

The impassion of the storyteller often makes Igor very excited, and the soulful singing of the troubadour can also make Igor very moved.

So whether it is a storyteller or a troubadour, Igor has great respect. He felt that the troubadour had a poetic language, which could not tolerate others' profanity, so don't show off Puxijin's clueless experience.

That is a troubadour, and a blasphemy against others!

Igor can't stand this kind of blasphemy, he wants to break this matter with Puxi Jin.

"You talk about these stories of yours. There is a beginning but no end, a tail and no head. When put together, it is a mess of nothing. How can you trouble other poetic troubadours?"

"Uh, I didn't want to trouble the bard."

"Also quibble, didn't you just say that you want the troubadour to sing your story?" Igor was reluctant.

"Uh, let me tell you, maybe it's my mistake. I want to say not to let the troubadour say it, but to let my story be expressed in this way!" Puxi Jin said again and again. Once again, he thinks this is very complicated, but it must be clarified when it is complicated.

"Hiss—" Igor took a breath and he seemed to understand what Puxijin meant. "You mean you don't bother other troubadours, you come by yourself?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I can, and I can sing like a bard and sing the things I want to sing."

"Haha," Igor smirked twice, then his face was serious, "You, you are not qualified."

Ok?

Puxi Jin didn't understand, where is he not qualified, and why is he not qualified?

"I mean you are not qualified to be a troubadour. If you are a troubadour, it is really a disaster, and it is not an ordinary disaster." Igor said.

"How can I say that, I also have a good voice, me and the bard, but it's just the difference between the piano." Puxi Jin said with a smile.

"Uh, of course it is not the difference of a piano, it is not a matter of a piano."

"Why is this not a violin thing? Now that I have a violin, I can play it well, and then I can sing. Isn't that the same as the troubadour practice." Puxi Jin didn't think so, he felt himself Everything was in theory, but Igor didn't understand it.

"The troubadour is more than just singing."

"I have a story too!" Puxi Jin is still very stubborn. "

"Um, why don't you understand, hey" Igor sighed for a long time. He felt that Puxijin himself was too deeply immersed in his own imagination, and it was time to beat and beat.

"I don't think you understand, Igor." Puxijin felt that he couldn't understand himself, and he was also very anxious now.

"Well, I will tell you now, what is the difference between you and the bard."

"Let's talk about it." Puxi Jin was quite curious. He felt that he had met many troubadours, and thought he could reach that height.

"Qin, singing, I won't say anything, I just talk about something special, and this thing is also the soul of the troubadour, that is, singing."

"I know, I know, singing is the summary of the story, what I have is the story!" Puxi Jin took it otherwise, these things are secondary, and the piano is the most important.

"Hehe, the troubadour’s lyrics don’t sing the east side and the west side for a while. People have a beginning and an end, no matter where they are like you." Igor sneered. He felt that Puxijin had reached an unreasonable level. .

"Uh...what do you mean?" Puxi Jin didn't quite understand this time.

"You must have discovered that you are always unable to express what you want to express, or you have found that the audience's feedback will be completely inconsistent with your expectations."

"This..." Puxi Jin felt very surprised, indeed this point exists, "this aspect is there, I have always felt like this, and this also bothers me."

"Because your logic is very messy, who would cross directly from here to that side?" Igor said, and gestured with his hands. What he wanted to say was that Puxijin's expression was too messy and there was no point. .

"Uh..." Puxijin scratched his head this time~www.ltnovel.com~ This action originally belonged to Igor, this time he also learned it.

"No one likes to listen to a messy story. Originally, I listened to you trading with a sly dwarf in a tavern, but now suddenly you say that you have a meal with a tree spirit in the Velocity world. Do you think this kind of span is not Where's the tail?"

Puxi Jin thought about it carefully and felt that Igor's words seemed to make sense. If he was a person who listened to stories, he would have a headache when he encounters such a jumping story.

"You are right, I think it makes sense, really." Puxi Jin nodded frequently.

Igor was happy, he was just getting started, if he didn't say anything, this guy agreed, and it was a weird thing.

"Don't worry, I'm just starting now, listen to it yourself, and then make these things clear, so that you can answer the doubts in my heart." Igor smiled.

"Well, you list them one by one, and I also want to summarize the reasons, otherwise what will happen when I share it again!" A monster with eyes