Zongwu: In the snow of storytelling, Li Hanyi rewards and urges updates

Just to see what this teahouse is capable of, it dares to use the word "World" as its name so arrogantly.

Li Hanyi subconsciously glanced at Su Chen again before moving into the museum.

“Sir, would you like some tea?!”

The waiter had just finished his work, and when he saw Li Hanyi approaching wearing a mask, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

“The best tea pot in the hotel.”

Li Hanyi sat across from Su Chen and placed the sword on the table.

Across from Su Chen, Li Hanyi was very curious about his identity.

"Guest officer, tea is here."

The waiter felt the wind at his feet and came to Li Hanyi's table and poured a cup for her.

The aroma that clears the heart and enters the spleen spreads instantly.

Although Li Hanyi had extensive knowledge, he was still shocked.

Good tea!

Li Hanyi remained calm. Although he didn't taste it, he said in his heart.

Su Chen passed by her and came to the stage that had just been set up.

"Xiao Er, who is he?"

Li Hanyi asked the waiter, doubts rising in his heart.

Because when Su Chen passed by her, she noticed that he nodded and smiled lightly at her.

The waiter was about to explain, but Su Chen looked over and explained with a smile, "I am the shopkeeper of the teahouse in the world."

Li Hanyi nodded thoughtfully, looked at the stage set up, and asked, "Then what are you going to do now?"

"storytelling."

"storytelling?"

"Yes, storyteller."

Su Chen smiled.

Li Hanyi was even more confused. Storytelling in teahouses was normal, but it was a bit rare for the shopkeeper to tell stories in person.

Moreover, Li Hanyi was also a little curious about what this man could say, looking so confident.

After all, most people in Xue Yuecheng are good people with a lot of knowledge, so ordinary stories cannot impress them.

Opening a teahouse in Xueyue City is not a good choice.

After all, rather than drinking tea, people in the world are more willing to drink and talk and get drunk.

Not to mention storytellers, the experiences of most people in the world are not even close to the stories of storytellers.

"Do you have a good story?"

Li Hanyi continued to ask.

"We will know later whether the story is good or not, but the good tea is already in front of you, girl."

Su Chen made a gesture of invitation.

Li Hanyi frowned. He seemed very confident in the tea in his teahouse.

“I hope your story doesn’t disappoint.

The 36 biographical novels have already been told over and over again by storytellers. "

"The story of old sesame seeds and rotten millet will be annoying..."

Li Hanyi did not drink tea because she was still wearing a mask and had no real desire to drink tea.

She was just attracted by Su Chen's temperament, felt that he was unusual, and became curious, so she entered the teahouse.

“The story I’m about to tell has never been told.”

Su Chen said confidently.

Su Chen sat firmly on the middle table, put the ruler on the table, and moved the tea two inches to the side with two fingers.

The awakening wood claps, and an invisible force ripples away, immediately attracting many pedestrians on the street to stop and look this way.

Su Chen said calmly,

"The world's heroes come from our generation, and time hastened them as soon as they entered the world."

"In the chat and laughter of Emperor Tubaye, I can't beat life's drunkenness."

"Raise the sword and straddle the ghost rain, and the bones are like mountain birds flying."

"The dust is like the tide, and the people are like the water. I only sigh for a few people in the rivers and lakes."

There were also some literati among the passers-by. After hearing Su Chen's opening remarks, they couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"It's a good saying that the world's heroes come from my own generation."

“That opening line alone is worth a cup of tea.”

"Little Er, serve tea!"

"This is not the opening line of any of the 36 books. Is it an unprecedented new book? Then today I will listen and see what kind of flowers this storyteller can tell."

"To be able to use such a magnificent opening line of poetry as a prelude, the stories in this book must be extraordinary."

"Brother Wang, please leave me as a guest."

"Hahaha, since everyone is so interested, it's hard for me to go alone.

I happen to have a dry mouth, so I came to drink this cup and hear how capable this storyteller is. "

"Waiter, serve tea, the best tea you have here."

The three guests entered the hall, and the guest surnamed Wang shouted.

"Sir, please take a seat, please take a seat!" The waiter's eyes were filled with laughter.

The people present applauded, and Li Hanyi couldn't help but feel surprised.

In just one short poem, the chilling atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, the blood of the rivers and lakes, the light of swords and the shadows of swords seemed to have already rushed towards my face and appeared before my eyes.

I didn't expect that this man was so talented and energetic, and his storytelling was so contagious.

This shopkeeper is not simple...

Looking at Su Chen's face, Li Hanyi thought to himself.

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Chapter 3: Talking about Li Chungang; Everyone: Who is better, Li Chungang or Xue Yue Sword Immortal?

The Knife in the Snow is a slow-burning story with a rather grand background.

If it were told in a straightforward manner, people would probably have stopped listening and left before Lao Huang went to Emperor Wu City.

Not to mention there aren’t many customers yet!

Therefore, Su Chen decided to peel off the cocoon first and start from the beginning.

The best character is naturally the romantic man who "passes away all the time" - Li Chungang.

"The beginning of the story I'm telling happened in Liyang Jianghu 30 years ago."

"Martial arts flourished in the Liyang Dynasty, and there was a man named Li Chungang.

At the age of 16, he was a ninth-level martial artist. At the age of 16, he entered Vajra. At the age of 19, he entered Zhixuan. At the age of 24, he became a celestial being.

The Vajra realm is taken from the Buddhist Vajra which is indestructible.

Zhixuan Realm is taken from Taoist Zhikiao Immortality,

The realm of celestial phenomena is taken from the Confucian method of celestial phenomena and earth.

Then there is the legendary fairy land on land where we all reach the same destination through different paths. "

"King Kong, Zhixuan, celestial phenomena, land gods,

They respectively correspond to the four realms of Beili.

The Vajra Mortal Realm, the Free Earth Realm, the Happy Heaven Realm, and the Mystic Realm of Divine Movement. "

The boundaries between the two rivers and lakes are very similar, which saves Su Chen a lot of trouble.

"About Li Chungang's lost story, later generations wrote a poem saying:"

"

No box or sheath, the dark room is always bright at night.

Three feet of wooden horses and cows can fold the world's soldiers.

If you want to know that the sky is about to rain, the dragon screams loudly.

Carrying a sword and walking into the world, a hundred ghosts flee at night.

Flying across the Guangling River, eight hundred dragons were startled.

People in the world didn't know what to ask for, so the man in the blue shirt laughed loudly:

Heaven does not give birth to me, Li Chungang, swordsmanship is like a long night!

"

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Li Chungang, the way of swordsmanship is like the eternal night."

Li Hanyi murmured to himself, "What arrogant and domineering remarks. Is this Li Chungang really as powerful as the poems say?"

More and more people have gathered in the teahouse, including some people from all walks of life.

Listening to Su Chen's speech, I couldn't help but be surprised and started talking a lot.