Talk about the world of mortals in detail

A few afternoons later, in the drug store on Qingyuan Street, the servants of Mo Mansion were buying sour plums to suppress morning sickness for Mrs. Mo.

At the teahouse diagonally across the street, a waiter was shouting hard.

"Storytelling-storytelling-"

Following these two or three shouts, some guests quickly came over to the originally deserted teahouse.

There are not many entertainment activities for ordinary people these days, and watching theater and listening to music is not common. Storytelling is naturally a spiritual entertainment suitable for all ages.

And as the storyteller's clear and powerful voice sounded from the teahouse, more and more customers gathered in the teahouse.

Soon, the teahouse was full, but the number of people listening to books did not decrease. Instead, they gathered outside the teahouse to read and listen. Some people used a stool to buy a pot of tea there.

The storyteller's ability is astonishing. As the story in his mouth deepens, even Qingyuan Street seems to be no longer spacious.

The servants of the Mo Mansion couldn't help but go outside the teahouse to listen for a while after buying the sour plums.

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In the hall of the front yard of Mo Mansion, Mrs. Mo, who was sitting on the soft couch, had just vomited all her lunch.

The old lady was anxious and distressed by her side.

"Wanrong, please take your time first and eat some later. Your stomach cannot be empty!"

Mrs. Mo wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and nodded.

"Mother, I know."

"Alas, our Mo family is pregnant with Qilin's son, but it's a pain for you as a mother!"

Mrs. Mo smiled and wanted to speak but felt nauseous. The maid on the side saw the way she was pressing her hand on her chest and quickly handed over the spittoon.

"Ugh."

After vomiting for a while, Mrs. Mo recovered and said to the side.

"Mom, I want to open the door and let some air flow. Don't worry, Mom, you won't get cold."

In order to prevent Mrs. Mo from getting cold, a charcoal stove was set up in the courtyard. Coupled with the thick clothes, it would be strange if she could freeze.

The door was opened and fresh air came in, diluting the smell of the vomit just now and making Mrs. Mo feel much better.

When she was first pregnant, Mrs. Mo was full of joy in enjoying the care. It had only been a few days, and she felt that she was almost being cared for too much.

"Why don't the people who bought sour plums come back?"

"That's right, ma'am, I'll go take a look!"

Cailian walked to the door and saw someone hurriedly holding a porcelain jar in the corridor over there.

"Old lady, madam, I bought some sour plums."

The servant put the jar on the table. Mrs. Mo opened the jar and took one into her mouth. The nauseating feeling was immediately suppressed.

Cailian complained on the side.

"Why so slow?"

The servant buying sour plums looked at the old lady on the side and said hesitantly.

"Because, everyone in the drug store went to listen to the book, so it was delayed for a while."

In fact, the servant didn't come back very slowly. He only listened to the book for a short time, and then he came back all the time. But now he felt guilty and told lies.

Mrs. Mo didn't mean to blame, but asked curiously.

"People don't even read the drugstore anymore? What kind of book is so good?"

The servant's face suddenly felt hot and he quickly replied.

"Madam, you don't know that the newly opened teahouse on Qingyuan Street has been out of business, so the shopkeeper hired a storyteller from somewhere to tell the story."

At this point, the servant's tone became slightly excited.

"Oh, this storyteller is amazing. Not long after he started telling, Qingyuan Street was blocked by people listening to the story. Even the carriages and horses had to come down to chase people away."

What the servant said made the old lady frown.

"It's not that exaggerated. It's been delayed for a while. Don't make such excuses!"

The servant quickly explained.

"Old madam, the villain is not lying. The storyteller is really powerful. He covers his face with his sleeves or a fan, and speaks in different ways, including women, men, old people, children, and chickens. When dogs bark, he alone makes all the noise."

"Is there such a great storyteller?"

Mrs. Mo found it very novel.

"Yes, ma'am, it's even more exciting than singing a big opera. Oh, yes, the storyteller is not only good at learning voices, but he can also say whatever drama tunes, laughs, and curses. Anyway, the people in the story will say whatever they are and do. It’s amazing!”

"What kind of god is this?"

Mr. Mo walked in from outside, but Qi Zhongbin behind him hesitated but still didn't come in.

"Ms. sir, Ade is talking about a storyteller on Qingyuan Street. He is very powerful!"

"Yes, sir"

"Oh, that's it. I've been out on errands for the past two days and heard about it. They said that a powerful storyteller came to the city, Qi."

When Mr. Mo said the second half of the sentence, he realized that Qi Zhongbin was not around. When he looked back, he saw the old fortune teller standing at the door pretending to be calm, which made him feel a little funny.

Mr. Mo walked out of the door and said to the old fortune teller.

"Master Qi, it's so cold outside, please come in!"

"Uh, that's good!"

In other high-end mansions, Qi Zhongbin might have to put on a show, but in the Mo family, he cannot be said to be cautious, but he is trying to be careful.

I don't want to leave any bad impression on the Mo family.

As soon as Qi Zhongbin came in, Mrs. Mo stood up and saluted him.

"This is Master Qi, please sit down quickly!"

The old lady also turned to Qi Zhongbin, who thanked her profusely, and then sat down at the table on the other side.

This big family really enjoys it. Even if the door is opened, it is as warm as spring inside.

Since the dream that day, although the Mo family has not disclosed it to the outside world, their attitude towards the old fortune teller has definitely improved a lot.

Even the title is closer. Of course, Qi Zhongbin knows that this is just a way of calling him, and it does not mean that he has become a disciple on his behalf.

"Mr. Qi, the calming charm you gave me is indeed effective. I have been sleeping much more peacefully recently. How does Wanrong look today? Cailian, pour some tea."

The old lady said with a smile and asked Cailian to pour tea for Qi Zhongbin.

"Old Madam, you're welcome! Madam Mo's face is rosy. Her morning sickness is just the manifestation of fetal energy. Naturally, people with extraordinary talents will also suffer from others' mistakes. It will be better after a while."

"Old Madam, Master, Madam, if there's nothing else to do, I'll go down first."

The servant Ade felt embarrassed, so he asked.

"Go ahead."

"Now, take it to empty the latrine and remember to wash it."

Cailian handed the spittoon to the servant Ade, who took it with a grin.

There is more than one spittoon here, so anyone who spits out something must be disposed of quickly.

As soon as the servant left, Mrs. Mo began to plead with Mr. Mo and the old lady.

"Mom, husband, I also want to listen to the book. Ade said that the storyteller's stories are more exciting than the opera. I want to listen and experience it!"

Hearing this, Qi Zhongbin spoke hurriedly before Mr. Mo and the old lady spoke.

"Mrs. Mo, no, you've had fetal gas these past few days. It's a time when people are weak. It's best not to go out and show your face! You'd better endure it!"

But Mr. Mo smiled.

"What's the problem? In two days, I will invite the storyteller to come to my house. He will just tell a story for Mo Mansion alone, and let everyone in the house listen to it together!"

Good guy, forget this, money can make all the difference, so Qi Zhongbin has nothing to say.

"Great, now everyone can listen to the book!"

Cailian clapped her hands and shouted.

The servant Ade on the other side carried the spittoon to the latrine, only to see a farmer coming to collect the dung water.

Ade poured the vomit into the bucket and left.

The Mohist manure is fertile and is given away for free. The farmers who collect the manure are very busy, for fear of being robbed.

No, when the farmer met the people from the Mo Mansion, he congratulated Mrs. Mo on her happiness, and was even given a small red envelope by the steward. Not to mention how happy she felt.

The dung truck carried the dung buckets out of Mo Mansion and out of the city, and was temporarily stored in the dung pond beside the mountain cemetery.

After a while, it can be processed and used to fertilize the fields before spring plowing.

After doing this, the old farmer wiped his sweat after a tiring day and went home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, when the sun went down and there was no interference from the fire of the sky, out of sight of ordinary people, there was a vague aura that was incompatible with filth in the cesspool, and it began to become noticeable.

That night, the north wind howled and it seemed very cold.

A biting cold wind blew into the Mo Mansion and blew along the corridor to the backyard. When it rolled up the fallen leaves and blew through a courtyard arch, a piece of white paper suddenly flew out from under the eaves of the corridor next to it.

The piece of paper kept rising and falling in the wind, then fell to the ground and stood upright. It turned out to be a small man cut from paper.

The little paper man's face flashed red, and an invisible wall seemed to have appeared in front of him.

The gust of wind hit the wall and immediately dispersed to one side.

"Clark la la la."

There was a creaking sound of wood, and where the wind dispersed, a "weird man" appeared.

This strange man's eyes were empty, his clothes seemed to stick to his skin, his body and limbs were like barrels of different thicknesses, and his face was painted with exaggerated makeup.

Pieces of white paper flew over and landed on the ground, turning into standing little paper figures.

It was also at this moment that Qi Zhongbin, who was sleeping in the room, suddenly opened his eyes. He opened the quilt, grabbed the Seven Star Sword beside the pillow, and rushed out of the room. It turned out that he had not even taken off his clothes at all.

Qi Zhongbin couldn't care less about the rules of Mo Mansion and jumped up quickly with Qinggong. He quickly jumped to the backyard, and people were already yelling at him from the eaves.

"Who dares to make a mistake?"

"Clark la la la."

A slight sound came from the strange man. It raised its head and looked at Qi Zhongbin, who was falling down, and the latter was suddenly startled.

This turned out to be a big paper man made of paste!

"With-"

Qi Zhongbin didn't talk nonsense at all, he threw a spell in the air and jumped over with the Seven-Star Sword in hand.

"Zheng~"

At the same time as the sword sounded, the talisman had already landed on the paper man, making him freeze.

With a "swipe~", the Seven-Star Sword directly cut the paper man in half, and both the upper and lower pieces fell to the ground.

Qi Zhongbin took a few steps closer with his sword and frowned at the paper figure on the ground. After being cut off, it moved occasionally with the wind and turned into a dead thing.

The thin wooden supports and pasted materials on the paper figure are clearly visible, and nothing special can be seen.

If he hadn't just seen the paper man moving with his own eyes, Qi Zhongbin would have doubted whether he had made a mistake, but it was very strange for this kind of paper man to appear here.

"What happened?" "Over there, go and take a look -"

The guards of the Mo family heard the commotion and came over one after another. There were also people carrying lanterns. When they arrived, they saw Qi Zhongbin squatting down and checking things on the ground.

"Master Qi, what happened? We were robbed?"

Qi Zhongbin looked solemn and nodded from a distance.

"He's not a thief, but he does care about something."

"This is."

The servants gasped after seeing what was ahead. There was a paper man cut in two on the ground, and there were actually many paper men standing in the corridor and yard.

"go--"

Qi Zhongbin waved his sword-holding hand, and the paper figures flew up in the wind and dispersed everywhere.

This scene made the nursing staff's eyes widen.

"Qi, Master Qi, what exactly is this..."

"A monster has already come to our door. This is just to explore!"

Qi Zhongbin's expression was a little uncertain under the firelight of the lantern. The paper man just now was so evil that he didn't notice any evil.

After the paper man was chopped with a sword, there was no sense of penetration at all, just like cutting ordinary paper or thin strips of wood.

Has this sword lost its blessing? impossible!

Borrowing incense ashes is a common method. Although Qi Zhongbin has never seen gods, he also understands that there must be gods patrolling the world.

Moreover, he understands that gods are not omnipotent, nor do they control everything, and they have oversights just like humans. Otherwise, how could evil spirits appear in the world?

It's just that the gods may not be reliable, because they may not be able to see it, or they may not want to see it, but that's not the case with swords blessed by gods and Buddhas, right?

The other servants looked at each other and felt cold, and did not dare to disturb him. Some people had the courage to ask.

"Master Qi, what should we do?"

"Go back to sleep, but don't sleep too hard. Don't worry, everything will be fine as long as I'm here!"

Qi Zhongbin took a deep breath, stood up, and flattened the paper man's head with his kick.