Several years later, at noon, in a teahouse, a well-dressed old man stood in front of a table, holding a folding fan, with a gavel on the table.

In front of him were the guests enjoying tea.

"Today we continue the story from last time. Yan San, the Flying Knight of the Northern Desert, heard a mournful cry in a dilapidated temple in the middle of the night."

He raised his straight knife and went over to take a look. It turned out to be a ragged young girl.

I learned from her that the area around Dawanhe was inhabited by three mountain bandits and twelve bandits, causing great suffering to the people.

He merely frowned, but secretly made up his mind to rid the people of this region of these villains…

Standing on the stage, speaking eloquently, his profession was already quite clear: a storyteller.

Being invited by the teahouse can boost their business and make their shop seem a bit more lively.

This old man didn't just talk; when he mentioned details of the story, he would mimic the actions with his body and even imitate the sounds of clashing swords.

"Those twelve bandits were all highly skilled, each with extraordinary abilities. Their fighting spirit and patience were astonishing, and they also had secret weapons unknown to others."

But who is it that has appeared here? Is it a renowned martial arts master? Would he be afraid?

"Just him, with only a knife, even if others are afraid to help these villains out of fear of their reputation, he can still swiftly behead them."

At this point, he suddenly stopped, slowly picked up a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"And then, Lao Han, don't keep quiet about it! What happened next? Did Yan San win?"

Old Han sat in his chair drinking tea, while some of the guests below grew impatient and asked him questions directly.

Without answering immediately, Old Han simply wore a mysterious expression and opened his folding fan with a "whoosh".

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode.

Yes, his attitude and words told them that today's storytelling was over.

Want to know the rest? Come back tomorrow.

"Hey, I'm so angry! Old Han, you're not being fair! You only told us half the story again?"

One guest stood up abruptly because there were two types of people he hated most in his life.

One type is those who only say half of what they mean, deliberately leaving the audience in suspense; the other type is...

"Hey, you can't say that. Can we storytellers only tell half the story?"

You don't understand, this is just the right amount of rest, allowing you to speculate more about what happens next.

The guests had been there for a while and were familiar with Old Han. They chatted and laughed, and the owner standing next to them was also in a good mood.

It's perfectly normal for the boss to be in a good mood, after all, Old Han comes here every day telling stories, which brings him a considerable income.

Putting everything else aside, many guests come here almost every day just to listen to more storytelling performances.

In ordinary households, people order a pot of tea and listen to music while they drink.

Those with some savings will also order some pastries or other treats, which adds up to a decent income.

Seeing so many people here, some passersby might come in out of curiosity and potentially become new customers.

There's plenty of business to be had here; he won't lose out.

"Old Han, are you going back?"

"Yes, there's also a lively little boy at home. I don't know what he'll do if I'm not around for a while."

We should go back early and bring him lunch so the child doesn't go hungry.