Chapter 1634
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"Hiss!"
The shrill whistling sound from the tunnel under the Shenjing city is faster than the whistling sound, which is the flash of the puppet car silver.
Silver like lightning, pierce the void, both powerful, but silent.
The tranquility of Shenjing city for countless years is doomed to be completely broken after the opening of the puppet car. At this time, Shenjing city on the ground becomes more and more lively in the festive atmosphere of the coming new year.
The endless stream of people flows in all directions along the streets and alleys like a river. These people with heartfelt smile on their faces are not only the residents of Shenjing City, but also most of them are from other cities.
In fact, for many people, it is one of the dreams of everyone in Daxia to set foot on the capital of the emperor as the heart of Daxia.
In the past, the traffic was very slow, and the summer was too big. Therefore, for the people in remote big cities, the dream of going to Shenjing city was sometimes as far away as the clouds in the sky.
But sometimes the change is just overnight. After entering the new era, the summer has too many miracles that can't be turned into possible. Even the vast rivers and mountains between regions rise up in front of the blue and white flowers of transmission, which are blooming slowly. They directly become a small threshold that can be crossed in one step.
After the beginning of the summer vacation, the flow of people in Shenjing city has reached its peak in recent days. Then these people come to Shenjing city to play. Along the road between buildings with different styles, simple and modern, they come to the square full of chambers of Commerce and shops.
In recent years, under the will of Zhao Yu, Shenjing city expanded outwards, and also integrated the trading places in the whole city. The imperial court came forward and built a large number of market squares around the city, such as the Taiping ruins.
It is obvious that the market, which is full of restaurants and shops, has become one of the busiest areas in Shenjing city in just a few days.
White tiger Lane market, snow accompanied by the breeze, and then the market outside, a storyteller's desk around, surrounded by a bustling crowd.
The next breath, I heard this middle-aged storyteller lift the board in his hand and pat it gently on the table in front of him. After that, a clear voice rang out in everyone's ears:
"everyone, today's bloody battle in the North Sea to capture the king of the South heaven said this place. If you want to know what will happen, please listen to the next chapter."
Next time, when the four words were broken down, a voice with reluctance suddenly broke out among the people who were interested in listening to them. Then, those who still have something to say stood up and said in a loud voice:
"this gentleman, you just talked about the most wonderful part, and then it stopped suddenly, which makes us feel like a cat scratching. How can you help us Just one more paragraph. "
As the voice dropped, the rest of the audience also spoke in a loud voice and continued to echo:
"yes, sir, we have a lot of storytellers about the bloody battle in the North Sea in the capital of God. Except for Mr. Yu in the ruins of taixuan, you are the most passionate, which makes people feel excited."
"Yes, and you even know that the artifact in the hands of the southern heavenly king is called the five fire and seven bird fan, and the move used is probably more than that of other storytellers."
This continuous appeal represents that the middle-aged storyteller is really strong.
In fact, all the scenes of the bloody battle in Beihai, the confrontation between the army of the front line of the great Xia Dynasty and the king Xiliu of the southern heaven and the whole Nanxing palace, were clearly shown to all the people of the great Xia Dynasty by the mountain and sea map, and the situation witnessed by all the people tested the storyteller's skills.
Therefore, this middle-aged storyteller in the Baihu market in the west of Shenjing city has real kung fu. Recently, with his excellent eloquence, he has attracted more and more people to listen to him in this humble corner.
However, it seems that the storyteller doesn't want to be rich. Every day after arriving, he will close the stall directly and never stay for even a moment. This makes the listeners who are listening to the story often beat their chests, but they have nothing to do.
The snowflakes from the sky fell on the storyteller. Then he stood up and patted his white shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the front, and a gentle voice said:
"time is up, everyone. Today's books are here, but if anyone has some books in his collection, you can borrow them for the next look, and you will be grateful."
As soon as the words came out, the loyal audience at the bottom of the audience directly looked bitter and responded:
"this gentleman, in these days, you have borrowed all the books in our hands, and even the books used by my little doll to pad the table have been taken out, but there is no stock left."
After the voice fell, the middle-aged storyteller was not annoyed. He gave a very gentle smile, and his voice went on:
"it's a pity. I'll come here today. I'll say goodbye to you. We are destined to see you again."
The constant farewell voice of the storyteller came down, and then the listeners who knew their habits stood up one after another, saluted in front of them, bid farewell to each other and scattered out.After about 50 minutes, the corner of the market, which used to be very busy, gradually became desolate. Then the middle-aged man's face became calm and began to carefully clean up the few items on the table in front of him.
The snow is flying, and the sun is dim. If you look at this storyteller's appearance carefully, you will find that he is very durable.
At first glance may not be impressive, but if you look at the second and third eyes, you will find more and more full charm on his face.
It feels like the first spring breeze after the cold winter. It is the light warmth after the cold. Although it is not hot, it is unforgettable and can be remembered for a long time.
The middle-aged man's action of packing things is not slow. Every move is natural and gives people a very heavy feeling.
After a while, when he had finished all the things on the table, a figure in a big robe came from the corner of the market.
I saw that this personality was big and tall, and the wind was strong between the steps. It even pushed the flying snowflakes away. It took only three or two steps to cross most of the distance of the market, and appeared behind the middle-aged storytellers.
Next breath, in the mouth of the burly figure, a very dignified voice came out directly:
"old three, when is it? You're still here to tell stories. Don't you want the throne of the central Empire?"
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"Hiss!"
The shrill whistling sound from the tunnel under the Shenjing city is faster than the whistling sound, which is the flash of the puppet car silver.
Silver like lightning, pierce the void, both powerful, but silent.
The tranquility of Shenjing city for countless years is doomed to be completely broken after the opening of the puppet car. At this time, Shenjing city on the ground becomes more and more lively in the festive atmosphere of the coming new year.
The endless stream of people flows in all directions along the streets and alleys like a river. These people with heartfelt smile on their faces are not only the residents of Shenjing City, but also most of them are from other cities.
In fact, for many people, it is one of the dreams of everyone in Daxia to set foot on the capital of the emperor as the heart of Daxia.
In the past, the traffic was very slow, and the summer was too big. Therefore, for the people in remote big cities, the dream of going to Shenjing city was sometimes as far away as the clouds in the sky.
But sometimes the change is just overnight. After entering the new era, the summer has too many miracles that can't be turned into possible. Even the vast rivers and mountains between regions rise up in front of the blue and white flowers of transmission, which are blooming slowly. They directly become a small threshold that can be crossed in one step.
After the beginning of the summer vacation, the flow of people in Shenjing city has reached its peak in recent days. Then these people come to Shenjing city to play. Along the road between buildings with different styles, simple and modern, they come to the square full of chambers of Commerce and shops.
In recent years, under the will of Zhao Yu, Shenjing city expanded outwards, and also integrated the trading places in the whole city. The imperial court came forward and built a large number of market squares around the city, such as the Taiping ruins.
It is obvious that the market, which is full of restaurants and shops, has become one of the busiest areas in Shenjing city in just a few days.
White tiger Lane market, snow accompanied by the breeze, and then the market outside, a storyteller's desk around, surrounded by a bustling crowd.
The next breath, I heard this middle-aged storyteller lift the board in his hand and pat it gently on the table in front of him. After that, a clear voice rang out in everyone's ears:
"everyone, today's bloody battle in the North Sea to capture the king of the South heaven said this place. If you want to know what will happen, please listen to the next chapter."
Next time, when the four words were broken down, a voice with reluctance suddenly broke out among the people who were interested in listening to them. Then, those who still have something to say stood up and said in a loud voice:
"this gentleman, you just talked about the most wonderful part, and then it stopped suddenly, which makes us feel like a cat scratching. How can you help us Just one more paragraph. "
As the voice dropped, the rest of the audience also spoke in a loud voice and continued to echo:
"yes, sir, we have a lot of storytellers about the bloody battle in the North Sea in the capital of God. Except for Mr. Yu in the ruins of taixuan, you are the most passionate, which makes people feel excited."
"Yes, and you even know that the artifact in the hands of the southern heavenly king is called the five fire and seven bird fan, and the move used is probably more than that of other storytellers."
This continuous appeal represents that the middle-aged storyteller is really strong.
In fact, all the scenes of the bloody battle in Beihai, the confrontation between the army of the front line of the great Xia Dynasty and the king Xiliu of the southern heaven and the whole Nanxing palace, were clearly shown to all the people of the great Xia Dynasty by the mountain and sea map, and the situation witnessed by all the people tested the storyteller's skills.
Therefore, this middle-aged storyteller in the Baihu market in the west of Shenjing city has real kung fu. Recently, with his excellent eloquence, he has attracted more and more people to listen to him in this humble corner.
However, it seems that the storyteller doesn't want to be rich. Every day after arriving, he will close the stall directly and never stay for even a moment. This makes the listeners who are listening to the story often beat their chests, but they have nothing to do.
The snowflakes from the sky fell on the storyteller. Then he stood up and patted his white shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the front, and a gentle voice said:
"time is up, everyone. Today's books are here, but if anyone has some books in his collection, you can borrow them for the next look, and you will be grateful."
As soon as the words came out, the loyal audience at the bottom of the audience directly looked bitter and responded:
"this gentleman, in these days, you have borrowed all the books in our hands, and even the books used by my little doll to pad the table have been taken out, but there is no stock left."
After the voice fell, the middle-aged storyteller was not annoyed. He gave a very gentle smile, and his voice went on:
"it's a pity. I'll come here today. I'll say goodbye to you. We are destined to see you again."
The constant farewell voice of the storyteller came down, and then the listeners who knew their habits stood up one after another, saluted in front of them, bid farewell to each other and scattered out.After about 50 minutes, the corner of the market, which used to be very busy, gradually became desolate. Then the middle-aged man's face became calm and began to carefully clean up the few items on the table in front of him.
The snow is flying, and the sun is dim. If you look at this storyteller's appearance carefully, you will find that he is very durable.
At first glance may not be impressive, but if you look at the second and third eyes, you will find more and more full charm on his face.
It feels like the first spring breeze after the cold winter. It is the light warmth after the cold. Although it is not hot, it is unforgettable and can be remembered for a long time.
The middle-aged man's action of packing things is not slow. Every move is natural and gives people a very heavy feeling.
After a while, when he had finished all the things on the table, a figure in a big robe came from the corner of the market.
I saw that this personality was big and tall, and the wind was strong between the steps. It even pushed the flying snowflakes away. It took only three or two steps to cross most of the distance of the market, and appeared behind the middle-aged storytellers.
Next breath, in the mouth of the burly figure, a very dignified voice came out directly:
"old three, when is it? You're still here to tell stories. Don't you want the throne of the central Empire?"
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"Hiss!" The shrill whistling sound from the tunnel under the Shenjing city is faster than the whistling sound, which is the flash of the puppet car silver. Silver like lightning, pierce the void, both powerful, but silent. The tranquility of Shenjing city for countless years is doomed to be completely broken after the opening of the puppet car. At this time, Shenjing city on the ground becomes more and more lively in the festive atmosphere of the coming new year. The endless stream of people flows in all directions along the streets and alleys like a river. These people with heartfelt smile on their faces are not only the residents of Shenjing City, but also most of them are from other cities. In fact, for many people, it is one of the dreams of everyone in Daxia to set foot on the capital of the emperor as the heart of Daxia. In the past, the traffic was very slow, and the summer was too big. Therefore, for the people in remote big cities, the dream of going to Shenjing city was sometimes as far away as the clouds in the sky. But sometimes the change is just overnight. After entering the new era, the summer has too many miracles that can't be turned into possible. Even the vast rivers and mountains between regions rise up in front of the blue and white flowers of transmission, which are blooming slowly. They directly become a small threshold that can be crossed in one step. After the beginning of the summer vacation, the flow of people in Shenjing city has reached its peak in recent days. Then these people come to Shenjing city to play. Along the road between buildings with different styles, simple and modern, they come to the square full of chambers of Commerce and shops. In recent years, under the will of Zhao Yu, Shenjing city expanded outwards, and also integrated the trading places in the whole city. The imperial court came forward and built a large number of market squares around the city, such as the Taiping ruins. It is obvious that the market, which is full of restaurants and shops, has become one of the busiest areas in Shenjing city in just a few days. White tiger Lane market, snow accompanied by the breeze, and then the market outside, a storyteller's desk around, surrounded by a bustling crowd. The next breath, I heard this middle-aged storyteller lift the board in his hand and pat it gently on the table in front of him. After that, a clear voice rang out in everyone's ears: "everyone, today's bloody battle in the North Sea to capture the king of the South heaven said this place. If you want to know what will happen, please listen to the next chapter." Next time, when the four words were broken down, a voice with reluctance suddenly broke out among the people who were interested in listening to them. Then, those who still have something to say stood up and said in a loud voice: "this gentleman, you just talked about the most wonderful part, and then it stopped suddenly, which makes us feel like a cat scratching. How can you help us Just one more paragraph. " As the voice dropped, the rest of the audience also spoke in a loud voice and continued to echo: "yes, sir, we have a lot of storytellers about the bloody battle in the North Sea in the capital of God. Except for Mr. Yu in the ruins of taixuan, you are the most passionate, which makes people feel excited." "Yes, and you even know that the artifact in the hands of the southern heavenly king is called the five fire and seven bird fan, and the move used is probably more than that of other storytellers." This continuous appeal represents that the middle-aged storyteller is really strong. In fact, all the scenes of the bloody battle in Beihai, the confrontation between the army of the front line of the great Xia Dynasty and the king Xiliu of the southern heaven and the whole Nanxing palace, were clearly shown to all the people of the great Xia Dynasty by the mountain and sea map, and the situation witnessed by all the people tested the storyteller's skills. Therefore, this middle-aged storyteller in the Baihu market in the west of Shenjing city has real kung fu. Recently, with his excellent eloquence, he has attracted more and more people to listen to him in this humble corner. However, it seems that the storyteller doesn't want to be rich. Every day after arriving, he will close the stall directly and never stay for even a moment. This makes the listeners who are listening to the story often beat their chests, but they have nothing to do. The snowflakes from the sky fell on the storyteller. Then he stood up and patted his white shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the front, and a gentle voice said: "time is up, everyone. Today's books are here, but if anyone has some books in his collection, you can borrow them for the next look, and you will be grateful." As soon as the words came out, the loyal audience at the bottom of the audience directly looked bitter and responded: "this gentleman, in these days, you have borrowed all the books in our hands, and even the books used by my little doll to pad the table have been taken out, but there is no stock left." After the voice fell, the middle-aged storyteller was not annoyed. He gave a very gentle smile, and his voice went on: "it's a pity. I'll come here today. I'll say goodbye to you. We are destined to see you again." The constant farewell voice of the storyteller came down, and then the listeners who knew their habits stood up one after another, saluted in front of them, bid farewell to each other and scattered out.After about 50 minutes, the corner of the market, which used to be very busy, gradually became desolate. Then the middle-aged man's face became calm and began to carefully clean up the few items on the table in front of him. The snow is flying, and the sun is dim. If you look at this storyteller's appearance carefully, you will find that he is very durable. At first glance may not be impressive, but if you look at the second and third eyes, you will find more and more full charm on his face. It feels like the first spring breeze after the cold winter. It is the light warmth after the cold. Although it is not hot, it is unforgettable and can be remembered for a long time. The middle-aged man's action of packing things is not slow. Every move is natural and gives people a very heavy feeling. After a while, when he had finished all the things on the table, a figure in a big robe came from the corner of the market. I saw that this personality was big and tall, and the wind was strong between the steps. It even pushed the flying snowflakes away. It took only three or two steps to cross most of the distance of the market, and appeared behind the middle-aged storytellers. Next breath, in the mouth of the burly figure, a very dignified voice came out directly: "old three, when is it? You're still here to tell stories. Don't you want the throne of the central Empire?" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
