Chapter 1711
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"Good!"
In the ruins of Taiping, the capital of God, bursts of warm cheers came from a listener.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Then these cheers spread out very clearly and resounded through the noisy and broad central market.
Not too much. The people who shop and stroll in the Taiping market have already seen it. It can also be said that it is one of the unique scenic spots of the Taiping market.
Because Taiping market, as the largest business district of Shenjing city and the location of Shenjing station, not only has the most colorful shops and restaurants, but also has the best storytellers.
Just as Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central Empire, said before he left, storytelling is not an easy thing, because it needs language talent to describe and passion to infect the audience.
At this time, Mr. Yu, who was impassioned on the central stage of Taiping ruins, was undoubtedly the most recognized storyteller in Shenjing.
"A knife startles thunder to settle, four seas have no deity, your majesty, this old gentleman says very well."
The rouge under the big black umbrella was praised in his big eyes. Then Zhao Yu, who was holding the umbrella, nodded and looked at Mr. Yu, who was blushing but with excellent spirit, nodded and responded:
"Mr. Yu, the master of this book, is his little grandson. Naturally, the story is very exciting."
The young emperor's voice soon fell, and he took a deep breath. After glancing around the bottom, he raised the startling wood in his hand and patted it gently. Then the old voice came out:
"everyone, this is the time for the young generation to perform martial arts in this summer. Please listen to the next chapter."
As soon as this remark was made, there was a burst of unwilling commotion among the people below. Then the old man raised his hand and pressed it down, and his voice continued to ring:
"today, my old grandson is at home. I'll accompany him more. You know, when I get to my age, it's up to God to live a few days, so I'll live a little less with my family.
"By the way, there will be other storytellers on the stage. You may as well listen to them."
After that, Mr. Yu, with a smile on his face, raised his hand to listen to the guests below, arched his hand, said thanks again, and began to lower his head to pick up his things.
As an old man who has been reading all his life, he always keeps all kinds of words in mind, so every time he tells a story, he almost comes empty handed. A piece of startling wood and a pot of tea are all things.
After a few breaths, the old man wrapped up his things, then waved his hand to the bottom and walked down the stage.
After ten minutes, Mr. Yu, who went to the restaurant on the back of the stage, waved to the disciple who was opening the umbrella, and waited quietly under the eaves.
The old man's face was quiet, watching the dancing spring rain in front of him. He had some thoughts flowing. Next breath, a young voice sounded in his ear:
"Mr. Yu, long time no see, how are you doing recently?"
As soon as the words came out, the old man turned around and saw two young men, a man and a woman, appeared beside him.
Among them, the man is holding an extra large black umbrella with a handsome face. He is wearing a black shirt and a cotton hat. His ebony like eyes are as deep as a black hole that attracts all the light around him.
It has been several years since Mr. Yu last met Zhao Yu. Therefore, after seeing the appearance of the young emperor, his face was a little dazed.
After a few breaths, a trace of excitement emerged from the old man's black eyes. Then his rickety figure trembled slightly, and he said in a hurry:
"I don't know that the old man is coming, but he is neglecting. It's really damned."
After Master Yu saluted, he saw Zhao Yu still standing in the rain with rouge, and quickly stepped back a few steps. The voice continued to spread:
"young master, go under the eaves to take shelter from the rain."
"We haven't seen each other for many years. Just now we listened to it outside. Yu's storytelling is still a masterpiece of the Taiping ruins."
After Zhao Yu's praise came down with a smile, he took Rouge's hand and walked under the eaves. Then he put away his black umbrella and continued to say:
"even Rouge was just full of praise."
"It's a lifetime honor to be in the eyes of the young master and his wife."
Master Yu's face suddenly became very solemn, and then he continued to salute Zhao Yu in front of him, and the respectful voice came out:
"my grandfather and grandson are very grateful for the old grandson's coming to the school to practice and to make a new life."
"It's the boy's own fortune. To tell you the truth, it's not my arrangement. Lava Kua likes your grandson very much."
Zhao Yu's response was still young and steady. Then he looked at the old man with white hair in front of him, raised his hand and said: "a few years ago, on the eve of the birth of Daxia in the mysterious land of Beihai, the world changed greatly and the road ahead was treacherous. All the people of Daxia were like boats floating in the infinite darkness, unable to see the exact location and scene ahead."Darkness and the unknown will breed infinite fear. Although I and the whole court have prepared in advance, they have no time to deal with the impact of the whole taixuan land.
"At that time, it was you who took the lead and organized a storyteller to go to all parts of the city in the summer, lobbying and telling all the people again and again, eliminating their inner hesitation and fear."
At this point, Zhao Yu's black eyes showed a trace of gratitude, and then his voice continued to say:
"it is precisely because of the efforts of these storytellers that I can live through the disaster in such a stable and peaceful way, which I will never forget."
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Yu was a man who knew his kindness and intended to repay his kindness. The young emperor never forgot everyone who had made contributions to the rise of Daxia.
"I'm very serious, young master. Although we storytellers used to beg for food, we always have three bizarre stories, and the swords and swords in the world are easy to come by, but if we really want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it's just death."
After falling down with a sincere voice, Master Yu slowly stood up and continued to say:
"but everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. In such a critical moment, we always have to do something. Fortunately, we still have a mouth to speak."
"Most of the time, the function of words doesn't have to be weak."
After Zhao Yu's imperial voice fell, he came to master Yu, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a voice of unspeakable dignity, and continued to ring in his ears:
"Master Yu, I have a proposal, do you want to consider it?"
When the emperor's voice came out, Zhao Yu gently put his big black umbrella on the ground, and the huanghuang emperor's voice continued to spread:
"storytellers pay attention to seeing more and knowing more. Only in this way can the content be loved by the audience. It happens that I am going to go south to enter the Central Plains of taixuan this time.
"I don't know if you are interested in following me to have a look at the local conditions and customs that you have never seen in taixuan, and then tell them to my people?"
As soon as he said this, the old man's whole body suddenly trembled. Without any hesitation, he bowed to the ground directly, and the voice came out:
"Your Majesty's entrustment, the grass people, I will not give up!"
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"Good!"
In the ruins of Taiping, the capital of God, bursts of warm cheers came from a listener.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Then these cheers spread out very clearly and resounded through the noisy and broad central market.
Not too much. The people who shop and stroll in the Taiping market have already seen it. It can also be said that it is one of the unique scenic spots of the Taiping market.
Because Taiping market, as the largest business district of Shenjing city and the location of Shenjing station, not only has the most colorful shops and restaurants, but also has the best storytellers.
Just as Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central Empire, said before he left, storytelling is not an easy thing, because it needs language talent to describe and passion to infect the audience.
At this time, Mr. Yu, who was impassioned on the central stage of Taiping ruins, was undoubtedly the most recognized storyteller in Shenjing.
"A knife startles thunder to settle, four seas have no deity, your majesty, this old gentleman says very well."
The rouge under the big black umbrella was praised in his big eyes. Then Zhao Yu, who was holding the umbrella, nodded and looked at Mr. Yu, who was blushing but with excellent spirit, nodded and responded:
"Mr. Yu, the master of this book, is his little grandson. Naturally, the story is very exciting."
The young emperor's voice soon fell, and he took a deep breath. After glancing around the bottom, he raised the startling wood in his hand and patted it gently. Then the old voice came out:
"everyone, this is the time for the young generation to perform martial arts in this summer. Please listen to the next chapter."
As soon as this remark was made, there was a burst of unwilling commotion among the people below. Then the old man raised his hand and pressed it down, and his voice continued to ring:
"today, my old grandson is at home. I'll accompany him more. You know, when I get to my age, it's up to God to live a few days, so I'll live a little less with my family.
"By the way, there will be other storytellers on the stage. You may as well listen to them."
After that, Mr. Yu, with a smile on his face, raised his hand to listen to the guests below, arched his hand, said thanks again, and began to lower his head to pick up his things.
As an old man who has been reading all his life, he always keeps all kinds of words in mind, so every time he tells a story, he almost comes empty handed. A piece of startling wood and a pot of tea are all things.
After a few breaths, the old man wrapped up his things, then waved his hand to the bottom and walked down the stage.
After ten minutes, Mr. Yu, who went to the restaurant on the back of the stage, waved to the disciple who was opening the umbrella, and waited quietly under the eaves.
The old man's face was quiet, watching the dancing spring rain in front of him. He had some thoughts flowing. Next breath, a young voice sounded in his ear:
"Mr. Yu, long time no see, how are you doing recently?"
As soon as the words came out, the old man turned around and saw two young men, a man and a woman, appeared beside him.
Among them, the man is holding an extra large black umbrella with a handsome face. He is wearing a black shirt and a cotton hat. His ebony like eyes are as deep as a black hole that attracts all the light around him.
It has been several years since Mr. Yu last met Zhao Yu. Therefore, after seeing the appearance of the young emperor, his face was a little dazed.
After a few breaths, a trace of excitement emerged from the old man's black eyes. Then his rickety figure trembled slightly, and he said in a hurry:
"I don't know that the old man is coming, but he is neglecting. It's really damned."
After Master Yu saluted, he saw Zhao Yu still standing in the rain with rouge, and quickly stepped back a few steps. The voice continued to spread:
"young master, go under the eaves to take shelter from the rain."
"We haven't seen each other for many years. Just now we listened to it outside. Yu's storytelling is still a masterpiece of the Taiping ruins."
After Zhao Yu's praise came down with a smile, he took Rouge's hand and walked under the eaves. Then he put away his black umbrella and continued to say:
"even Rouge was just full of praise."
"It's a lifetime honor to be in the eyes of the young master and his wife."
Master Yu's face suddenly became very solemn, and then he continued to salute Zhao Yu in front of him, and the respectful voice came out:
"my grandfather and grandson are very grateful for the old grandson's coming to the school to practice and to make a new life."
"It's the boy's own fortune. To tell you the truth, it's not my arrangement. Lava Kua likes your grandson very much."
Zhao Yu's response was still young and steady. Then he looked at the old man with white hair in front of him, raised his hand and said: "a few years ago, on the eve of the birth of Daxia in the mysterious land of Beihai, the world changed greatly and the road ahead was treacherous. All the people of Daxia were like boats floating in the infinite darkness, unable to see the exact location and scene ahead."Darkness and the unknown will breed infinite fear. Although I and the whole court have prepared in advance, they have no time to deal with the impact of the whole taixuan land.
"At that time, it was you who took the lead and organized a storyteller to go to all parts of the city in the summer, lobbying and telling all the people again and again, eliminating their inner hesitation and fear."
At this point, Zhao Yu's black eyes showed a trace of gratitude, and then his voice continued to say:
"it is precisely because of the efforts of these storytellers that I can live through the disaster in such a stable and peaceful way, which I will never forget."
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Yu was a man who knew his kindness and intended to repay his kindness. The young emperor never forgot everyone who had made contributions to the rise of Daxia.
"I'm very serious, young master. Although we storytellers used to beg for food, we always have three bizarre stories, and the swords and swords in the world are easy to come by, but if we really want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it's just death."
After falling down with a sincere voice, Master Yu slowly stood up and continued to say:
"but everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. In such a critical moment, we always have to do something. Fortunately, we still have a mouth to speak."
"Most of the time, the function of words doesn't have to be weak."
After Zhao Yu's imperial voice fell, he came to master Yu, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a voice of unspeakable dignity, and continued to ring in his ears:
"Master Yu, I have a proposal, do you want to consider it?"
When the emperor's voice came out, Zhao Yu gently put his big black umbrella on the ground, and the huanghuang emperor's voice continued to spread:
"storytellers pay attention to seeing more and knowing more. Only in this way can the content be loved by the audience. It happens that I am going to go south to enter the Central Plains of taixuan this time.
"I don't know if you are interested in following me to have a look at the local conditions and customs that you have never seen in taixuan, and then tell them to my people?"
As soon as he said this, the old man's whole body suddenly trembled. Without any hesitation, he bowed to the ground directly, and the voice came out:
"Your Majesty's entrustment, the grass people, I will not give up!"
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"Good!" In the ruins of Taiping, the capital of God, bursts of warm cheers came from a listener. "Wonderful, wonderful!" Then these cheers spread out very clearly and resounded through the noisy and broad central market. Not too much. The people who shop and stroll in the Taiping market have already seen it. It can also be said that it is one of the unique scenic spots of the Taiping market. Because Taiping market, as the largest business district of Shenjing city and the location of Shenjing station, not only has the most colorful shops and restaurants, but also has the best storytellers. Just as Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central Empire, said before he left, storytelling is not an easy thing, because it needs language talent to describe and passion to infect the audience. At this time, Mr. Yu, who was impassioned on the central stage of Taiping ruins, was undoubtedly the most recognized storyteller in Shenjing. "A knife startles thunder to settle, four seas have no deity, your majesty, this old gentleman says very well." The rouge under the big black umbrella was praised in his big eyes. Then Zhao Yu, who was holding the umbrella, nodded and looked at Mr. Yu, who was blushing but with excellent spirit, nodded and responded: "Mr. Yu, the master of this book, is his little grandson. Naturally, the story is very exciting." The young emperor's voice soon fell, and he took a deep breath. After glancing around the bottom, he raised the startling wood in his hand and patted it gently. Then the old voice came out: "everyone, this is the time for the young generation to perform martial arts in this summer. Please listen to the next chapter." As soon as this remark was made, there was a burst of unwilling commotion among the people below. Then the old man raised his hand and pressed it down, and his voice continued to ring: "today, my old grandson is at home. I'll accompany him more. You know, when I get to my age, it's up to God to live a few days, so I'll live a little less with my family. "By the way, there will be other storytellers on the stage. You may as well listen to them." After that, Mr. Yu, with a smile on his face, raised his hand to listen to the guests below, arched his hand, said thanks again, and began to lower his head to pick up his things. As an old man who has been reading all his life, he always keeps all kinds of words in mind, so every time he tells a story, he almost comes empty handed. A piece of startling wood and a pot of tea are all things. After a few breaths, the old man wrapped up his things, then waved his hand to the bottom and walked down the stage. After ten minutes, Mr. Yu, who went to the restaurant on the back of the stage, waved to the disciple who was opening the umbrella, and waited quietly under the eaves. The old man's face was quiet, watching the dancing spring rain in front of him. He had some thoughts flowing. Next breath, a young voice sounded in his ear: "Mr. Yu, long time no see, how are you doing recently?" As soon as the words came out, the old man turned around and saw two young men, a man and a woman, appeared beside him. Among them, the man is holding an extra large black umbrella with a handsome face. He is wearing a black shirt and a cotton hat. His ebony like eyes are as deep as a black hole that attracts all the light around him. It has been several years since Mr. Yu last met Zhao Yu. Therefore, after seeing the appearance of the young emperor, his face was a little dazed. After a few breaths, a trace of excitement emerged from the old man's black eyes. Then his rickety figure trembled slightly, and he said in a hurry: "I don't know that the old man is coming, but he is neglecting. It's really damned." After Master Yu saluted, he saw Zhao Yu still standing in the rain with rouge, and quickly stepped back a few steps. The voice continued to spread: "young master, go under the eaves to take shelter from the rain." "We haven't seen each other for many years. Just now we listened to it outside. Yu's storytelling is still a masterpiece of the Taiping ruins." After Zhao Yu's praise came down with a smile, he took Rouge's hand and walked under the eaves. Then he put away his black umbrella and continued to say: "even Rouge was just full of praise." "It's a lifetime honor to be in the eyes of the young master and his wife." Master Yu's face suddenly became very solemn, and then he continued to salute Zhao Yu in front of him, and the respectful voice came out: "my grandfather and grandson are very grateful for the old grandson's coming to the school to practice and to make a new life." "It's the boy's own fortune. To tell you the truth, it's not my arrangement. Lava Kua likes your grandson very much." Zhao Yu's response was still young and steady. Then he looked at the old man with white hair in front of him, raised his hand and said: "a few years ago, on the eve of the birth of Daxia in the mysterious land of Beihai, the world changed greatly and the road ahead was treacherous. All the people of Daxia were like boats floating in the infinite darkness, unable to see the exact location and scene ahead."Darkness and the unknown will breed infinite fear. Although I and the whole court have prepared in advance, they have no time to deal with the impact of the whole taixuan land. "At that time, it was you who took the lead and organized a storyteller to go to all parts of the city in the summer, lobbying and telling all the people again and again, eliminating their inner hesitation and fear." At this point, Zhao Yu's black eyes showed a trace of gratitude, and then his voice continued to say: "it is precisely because of the efforts of these storytellers that I can live through the disaster in such a stable and peaceful way, which I will never forget." From the beginning to the end, Zhao Yu was a man who knew his kindness and intended to repay his kindness. The young emperor never forgot everyone who had made contributions to the rise of Daxia. "I'm very serious, young master. Although we storytellers used to beg for food, we always have three bizarre stories, and the swords and swords in the world are easy to come by, but if we really want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it's just death." After falling down with a sincere voice, Master Yu slowly stood up and continued to say: "but everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. In such a critical moment, we always have to do something. Fortunately, we still have a mouth to speak." "Most of the time, the function of words doesn't have to be weak." After Zhao Yu's imperial voice fell, he came to master Yu, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a voice of unspeakable dignity, and continued to ring in his ears: "Master Yu, I have a proposal, do you want to consider it?" When the emperor's voice came out, Zhao Yu gently put his big black umbrella on the ground, and the huanghuang emperor's voice continued to spread: "storytellers pay attention to seeing more and knowing more. Only in this way can the content be loved by the audience. It happens that I am going to go south to enter the Central Plains of taixuan this time. "I don't know if you are interested in following me to have a look at the local conditions and customs that you have never seen in taixuan, and then tell them to my people?" As soon as he said this, the old man's whole body suddenly trembled. Without any hesitation, he bowed to the ground directly, and the voice came out: "Your Majesty's entrustment, the grass people, I will not give up!" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
