Logically speaking, Wang Li is no longer young, but although his hair is gray, if you only look at his face, he does not look too old. Coupled with his expressive movements and voice, it is estimated that no young man can compare to him. Storytelling in his state is really both a technical and physical job.
In comparison, this time Wang Li was telling the story in this teahouse face to face with the audience, and he didn't have to deliberately create the immersive experience brought by ventriloquism, so it was already quite relaxing.
When Ji Yuan came in, a teahouse waiter immediately came over to greet him.
"Sir, you see that the big tables here are all full. If you just want to drink tea, there are elegant seats upstairs. If you want to listen to a book, you can only sit on the side seats over there, or stand in front of the counter over there and drink tea."
"Of course you want to listen to the book. Just sit by the counter."
"Hehe, sir, you are here because of his reputation, right? It's rare to hear Mr. Wang's book. Please come in!"
Ji Yuan didn't take it seriously. He went straight to the counter, ordered a pot of tea and a stack of salted peanuts, and then drank tea and listened to a book.
As a storyteller, Wang Li not only pays attention to the plot in the book, but also pays attention to the reactions of each audience member. With such careful observation, he roughly knows what kind of guests have entered the teahouse, and naturally he will not miss any of them.
So when Ji Yuan entered the teahouse, Wang Li was of course very excited, and Ji Yuan knew it, but Ji Yuan did not interrupt Wang Li, and Wang Li did not choose to stop telling the story in the middle, but continued to tell the story with full energy and emotion until he finished the story.
"It is said that the true form of the great demon is a bloodthirsty demon horse, which is enough to rival the demon king. The demonic energy is soaring into the sky that it causes sand and rocks to fly. But in fact, it has been frightened by the aura of the Martial Saint. A mortal warrior actually has such martial arts power, which actually makes him afraid... He was already confused in a panic. Who is Zuo Wusheng? He is a master who has practiced martial arts to the level of transcendence. As the saying goes, if the demon is one point weaker, I am three points stronger. In a moment, he has already changed his tactics, abandoned all defenses and attacked wildly until the moment he smashed the horse demon's head. There was another breakthrough in martial arts..."
“Even such a powerful monster is not unkillable. Once the leader died, the monsters scattered and were constantly strangled by the Martial Saint and the two heroes Yan and Lu… The human and animal city that shed the blood of our race in the future, today the blood of monsters flows like a river! This is the battle of Zuo Wusheng’s sanctification. To know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter!”
“Pah~~”
The gavel fell, and Wang Li put away his folding fan and began to moisten his throat. The audience of tea drinkers below also sighed, and many of them were still immersed in the previous content.
"Mr. Wang said it well!" "I really hope you can tell me the next one soon."
"You are worthy of being called the Martial Saint!" "Yes, if only I had such good martial arts..."
"You, stop dreaming..." "Is it not okay to just think about it?"
"Your legs go weak when you see that kind of monster." "He doesn't even need a big monster, he's scared to death of a small monster!"
“Hahahahahaha…” “Hehehe…”
Amid the compliments from the crowd, Wang Li hurriedly left the table in the middle that served as a podium, came to the counter, and bowed to Ji Yuan happily.
"I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Ji is still as charming as ever!"
"Mr. Wang is also like this. What a battle for a martial saint to become a saint!"
Wang Li was also somewhat proud, but he did not dare to take credit for it. After all, as a mortal, it was difficult for him to know the inside story of these matters. Such important stories were mostly told by Ji Yuan through magic, who allowed him to know them in his dreams, so that he could write such stories that were spread throughout the world.
"Mr. Ji, you are too kind. I am very excited to see you again in my lifetime. Could you please invite you to my home?"
Ji Yuan drank the tea in his cup and made a joke.
"Oh? Do you have a wife, children, or grandchildren at home that you want me to see?"
"Uh... Hehe, Mr. Ji, you must know that I, Wang Li, am still a bachelor, so how can I have a wife or children..."
Ji Yuan nodded.
"That's it. There's no need to go to your house. You just told me the story of the Martial Saint. Now, how about you come with me to the Haoran Academy to meet the Literary Saint?"
Wang Li’s eyes widened.
"I couldn't ask for more, I couldn't ask for more!"
"Okay, let's go, boss. The money for the tea is on the table."
Ji Yuan left the tea money and left the teahouse with Wang Li, who were still discussing the plot. Some tea drinkers who had heard the follow-up were "spoiling the plot", which made many tea drinkers love and hate it.
Amid the noise, the shopkeeper behind the counter stared blankly at Ji Yuan and Wang Li leaving, then looked down at the ten cents for tea on the counter, wondering if he had heard it wrong. It seemed that the gentleman was going to take Mr. Wang to see Wen Sheng
Wang Li, who had left with Ji Yuan, became even more excited when he heard that he was going to meet Yin Zhaoxian. Wang Li was also a scholar, a scholar from Dazhen. As long as one was a scholar, there would be few who did not respect the sage of literature and few who did not want to admire the glory of the sage of literature.
Especially after Wensheng retired and returned to his hometown several years ago, he founded the Haoran Academy in Kyoto. More than once, people in the capital city saw a white light in the direction of the Haoran Academy at night, which attracted students from all over the world to flock there.
It’s a pity that the whereabouts of the two saints, civil and military, are unpredictable and hard to be seen by warriors in the world. Although the whereabouts of the other one are known, not everyone can see him if they want to.
Compared with mysterious immortals like Ji Yuan, Wang Li, who expresses his aspirations through stories he tells, feels more proud and yearning for saints like the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Martial Arts who truly lead the human race out of two great paths.
Yes, Ji Yuan also had some feelings after returning to Dazhen, and he calculated that Yin Zhaoxian had retired from office. Of course, whether as a literary saint or as a veteran of three dynasties, Yin Zhaoxian's influence in the Dazhen court was still at its peak. Even after he retired, the emperor would sometimes come to him in person to ask for advice. As an emperor, he did not shy away from showing his identity as the disciple of the literary saint to the world.
Haoran Academy is located in the southern corner of the inner city of Dazhen Capital. In this capital city where every inch of land is valuable, the royal family approved hundreds of acres of private land, which enabled the construction of Haoran Academy, an academy presided over by a literary sage.
It can be said that this is an academy that was already famous before it was completed. Even though it does not have a long history, it is the most coveted academy by students all over the world. It also adds a mysterious and heavy color to the capital of Dazhen.
The closer he got to Haoran Academy, the more elegant the shops on the street became, but there were also some places like musical instrument shops, sword shops and bow shops. After all, the major universities in Dazhen encouraged scholars to learn some basic sword skills and archery and horsemanship, so that they could read and recite, and also draw their swords or draw their bows at any time when they mounted their horses.
Of course, apart from cultivating sentiments, these can only be regarded as extra points. The most important thing is still knowledge.
Ji Yuan had sharp eyes and saw that there were also signs with the word "Yi" on them in the nearby shops. Apparently, the Yi family also had a store on this street.
There are many scholars and women on the street, and even more people who come here from all sides because of its reputation. However, there are not many students who are truly from Haoran Academy.
Ji Yuan and Wang Li had smiles on their faces as they got closer and closer to Haoran Academy. From afar they could see the white walls of the academy covered with poems and historical documents, and there were many green bamboos and trees within the white walls. Before they got close, they could already feel a special feeling, which Wang Li could also feel clearly.
"Mr. Ji, I've been here a few times, but I couldn't get in."
Wang Li said with a smile, knowing that he would definitely be able to get in today.
Ji Yuan walked straight towards the gate of the academy. He found that except for the two white-shirted masters who took turns guarding the wooden railing of the gate, there were actually some warriors hiding everywhere on the street outside. Some of them were real martial arts masters with condensed martial arts spirit. It was obviously the work of the emperor.
But Ji Yuan knew that although the emperor had good intentions, Haoran Academy didn't really need these.
When they arrived at the front of the academy, they saw Ji Yuan and Wang Li approaching. Both of them had extraordinary demeanor, and ordinary people would not dare to approach them directly like this. The teacher in front of the door put down the book in his hand, stepped forward to greet and ask questions.
"I wonder who you two are and why you came to my Haoran Academy?"
When asking questions, the two masters' eyes could not help but linger on the black jade hairpin on Ji Yuan's head, and Ji Yuan was returning the greeting with Wang Li, the former said lightly.
"I am here with Wang Li to visit Master Yin. I hope you will let him know. Master Yin will definitely meet me."
Originally, Ji Yuan was planning to spend some time talking to the teacher, but he didn't expect that when the teacher heard the other party's surname was Ji, he immediately perked up.
"It is indeed Mr. Ji! The dean once left a message saying that if Mr. Ji comes to visit, we must not neglect him. Sir, please follow me into the academy!"
"Sir please!"
The two masters invited together.
"Sure enough, sir, you have face!"
Wang Li was excited in his heart, but he said calmly with a smile on his face, saying that he was not surprised by the result.
Of course Ji Yuan could not refuse, and he entered Haoran Academy with Wang Li. Some people who were paying attention to the situation in front of the gate were also secretly guessing who these two gentlemen were, and why they were treated so courteously by the two teachers on duty in the academy.
As soon as he entered Haoran Academy, Ji Yuan unexpectedly had a feeling of being in a different world. It was exactly as the name implies, as if it was slightly different from the outside world.
The literary atmosphere can be seen everywhere in the academy, and the majestic light is even brighter. Ji Yuan even feels many strands of majestic righteousness of varying strengths.
The interior of this academy is so exaggerated that it looks like a spiritual sect. The difference is that it is full of scholars and students, and they don't pursue any magic or alchemy techniques.
When Ji Yuan and Wang Li walked to the middle of the academy under the guidance of one of the teachers, Yin Zhaoxian had already come out to greet them in person.
Yin Zhaoxian, who had taken off his official hat and was wearing a square scarf, looked even more dignified than before. Although his hair was full of silver hair, he was in good health. He was already walking towards Ji Yuan with a bow.
"Mr. Ji, I haven't seen you for many years. Yin Zhaoxian missed you so much!"
His voice was loud and full of spirit. The righteous energy condensed in Yin Zhaoxian and did not dissipate, but rose high and straight up, like a brilliant galaxy in the daytime.