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In Wasi, an old man wearing an old cloth shirt stood at the table above the high platform, eloquently telling the story of "Holy Ancestor Emperor Pingxidi". Although it is a well-known old thing by passers-by, it passed through his mouth. , I said it in a circumflex, still listening to the tea shoppers all over the floor, and forgot to use all the fruits on the plate.
Sun Shuping was originally a scholar, but like most of his colleagues, he didn't read his name. It is useless to be a scholar. Once his fame is hopeless and he is a good fellow, he will be an assistant and a teacher. If it's bad, open a private school and be a husband. Of course, it is not uncommon for people to become beggars on the streets.
He was both good and bad. Because of his ease of speech, he worshiped an old storyteller as a teacher, and became a storyteller because he was able to literate and hyphenate. Unknowingly, decades have passed, and it is considered to have achieved some fame.
A string of piercing bird calls sounded, and Sun Shuping kept his mouth on his lips, frowning and looking, and saw a fat man covered in silk and fat intestines, carrying a birdcage into Wa Si Da, and squeezing to the front with a carefree gesture. sit.
The bird seemed to be frightened, and his barking became sharper and angered everyone, but he seemed to be afraid of the power of the fat man and dared not speak.
Sun Shuping had to stop, and said with a smile: "My lord, you can't bring birds in Wasizhong. Excuse me, can you hang the birds outside?"
The fat man rolled his eyes and said, "Hang it outside, do you know how much money my bird is worth? You will pay if you lose it? You talk about yours, it's called it, you guys compare, see who applauds it, don't worry. Lord, every penny is worth it. You are indispensable, more than what these poor ghosts give."
Sun Shuping's brows were even more frowning, and he slapped the gavel, "Foresee what will happen. Let's listen to the next breakdown!" With this sentence, the old saying that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he accepted this section of the book and walked away. .
In Wasi, the applause was everywhere, obviously not only for the book, but also for the integrity of the storyteller, and threw many copper plates onto the stage.
The apprentice Little Stone rushed up to the stage, picking up money, and betting on all sides. Just like a little monkey, it caused a laugh.
"Ouch!" Little Stone cried out painfully, and fell to the ground, bleeding from his forehead. A blood-stained silver corner fell on the stage.
Sun Shuping hurried up to lift the disciple up, pointed at the fat man and said in anger, "You!"
"Talk~~www.shushuw.cn-update first~~, tell me another paragraph, what you have is money!" The fat man sneered, throwing a piece of silver in his hand: "Huh. You are a corner if you hold you, but you don’t hold you. He's just a stinky storyteller, who dare to show his temper with his master, do you know who his master is? Use money to kill your old thing."
A golden light flew upstairs. Hit the fat man on the head, and then fell on the stage. It is an ingot of gold.
Looking at the fat man, he was already bleeding. Fainted directly,
"Mr. Sun? Our shopkeeper is pleased." A sturdy man, with a flash somehow, came to Sun Shuping's eyes.
Seeing the gold, Little Stone hurriedly covered his head, picked it up, took a bite, and said in surprise: "Master, it's really gold, it's a big piece!" Suddenly, he felt that his head no longer hurts. He grew up so big. I have never touched gold.
The child who grew up in Wasi is not so golden, but Sun Shuping feels a little uncomfortable in his heart, telling that the book is a cheap business, anyone can curse a few words, he has experienced many such things, but he does not want this child to suffer with him for a lifetime. Determined to change his career.
Thinking wildly in his head, following the man under his feet, he came to the second floor lounge and opened the bamboo curtain. An old man with a crane-haired childish face was sitting there. The clothes on his body didn't look particularly luxurious, but at first glance it was the best and most comfortable fabric. What an air of arrogance, but sitting there calmly, there is a momentum that stands out from the crowd.
Based on his years of experience, he felt that the "noble man" in front of him was not like someone who would come to such a place to hear about books. He was more likely to be a cultivator. : "Sun Shuping, late born, thank you for your help."
Sun Fubai looked at this well-known storyteller in a radius of a hundred miles. He nodded slightly and felt satisfied. He affirmed Li Qingshan's thoughts again. If it were through the mouth of this storyteller, even ordinary stories would become vivid and exciting. Bar!
"Brother, have you heard of Yunxu Society?"
"No."
"Now you have heard that this is not a place to speak, come with me!" Sun Fubai straightened up and walked outside the door. Little Stone was holding his head in one hand and gold in the other, and poking his head outside the door.
"But I can only tell stories!" Sun Shuping was stunned. He really couldn't think of such a "noble man" who dumped gold casually, a legendary cultivator, what would happen to him as a storyteller.
"That's enough." Sun Fubai touched Little Stone's head: "There is gold in it."
Little Stone immediately felt that his head no longer hurts, and the blood did not bleed anymore.
After Sun Fubai left the Baijia Jingyuan, he immediately summoned the shopkeepers of several major bookstores to issue announcements to all cities and counties of Qinghe Mansion to recruit personnel. At the same time, he personally visited the most famous storytellers and singers in Qinghe Mansion.
According to Li Qingshan's plan, the biggest role of these people is not to tell books and sing music, but to become mentors, pass on their life experience, and become the core force of Yunxu Society.
At the same time, a manor was also found in a corner of Qinghe Fucheng. As the headquarters of the Yunxu Society, driven by absolute power and financial resources, the Yunxu Society that Li Qingshan envisioned is being quickly established. When and how much power can be exerted, it is still unknown.
While Sun Fubai was running around, Li Qingshan also came to the Mohist’s Shenji Island, preparing to take his first class after coming to the Baijia School of Classics.
Arriving under the iconic giant arch on Shenji Island, Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing waited there. The island was full of all kinds of weird machinery and tall buildings, and a group of wooden horse puppets galloped past, full of weird vitality.
Entering a magnificent building shaped like a conch (Li Qingshan thinks it is like stool), the inside is also spiraling upwards, stopping at a height of about the second or third floor, and entering the room at the center of the spiral.
The round room is like a conch turned upside down, in a stepped shape, many people have been sitting there waiting, talking in groups. In addition to the Mohist disciples who served in dark blue, there were also many other disciples who served in other colors.
Although Li Qingshan's bamboo-blue gown is unique, it is not conspicuous in it. However, all the Qi refiners are discerning people, and when they squinted their eyes, the topic of discussion quietly changed.
"Oh, isn't this Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist?" (to be continued) RQ
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