Chapter 76: Fame
A teahouse in Liangjiang County.
“When the sea reaches its end, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches its summit, I am the peak.”
“Like the sun rising from the east mountain, the roc spreads its wings…”Pah!””
"I hate the sky being so low!"
The storyteller had a solemn expression and a deep voice, and he gently put down the gavel on the table.
This poem alone made everyone look up.
In an instant, all eyes were focused on the old man.
The storyteller's tone suddenly turned angry, his eyes widened with anger, and he looked indignant:
"Everyone, Princess Wencheng of Jiang State used this poem 'Out of Old Age' and boasted: This single poem can surpass the scholars of Jiangnan in our holy dynasty for thirty years!!"
After saying this, he raised his eyelids slightly and carefully observed the performance of the people below the stage.
Sure enough, everything exploded.
Excellent eye-catching effect.
His steady demeanor instantly aroused everyone's emotions.
"I've heard of this poem before, and it's quite poetic. But she shouldn't be so arrogant, right?!"
"A single piece of writing has outshone all the scholars of Jiangnan for thirty years? Damn it, is Princess Wencheng suffering from a brain disease?!"
"This is too much!! This is too much!! When our Jiangnan literary style was flourishing, did we ever bully his Jiang country like this?"
"A villain becomes so arrogant once he gains power?!"
“…………”
Hearing that the emotions were almost aroused, the storyteller raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
Then he replied with a serious face:
"It's been over a month since this poem was published, but there's been no response from the Jiangnan literary world..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became quiet.
Everyone looked at each other.
The atmosphere became depressing for a moment.
"Can't you really suppress her?"
Someone asked weakly.
Everyone looked towards the old man anxiously.
The gentleman smiled again:
"Fortunately, the Jiangnan region of our Great Saint Dynasty has a rich literary heritage, and the poem 'Ode to the Two Rivers' emerged out of nowhere, which was able to suppress Princess Wencheng's arrogance."
"Liangjiang Fu"?
What is that?!
Everyone's eyes became eager and expectant.
They all looked towards the old man.
"'Ode to the Two Rivers'? Please tell me more about it!!"
"When did it happen? How come I don't know?"
…
Although the audience was discussing various matters, the old storyteller remained motionless, his eyes fixed on his nose and his nose fixed on his heart.
There is always a smile on his face.
"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me now!!"
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and came to give a reward with a handful of copper coins.
With someone taking the lead, everyone else also realized the situation and started donating generously.
Soon, the copper coins from the rewards had piled up into a small mountain.
There are even some beans that sparkle with silver light...
The old storyteller could no longer suppress the smile.
In a leisurely manner, he gently said:
"Zeng Anmin, courtesy name Quanfu, sixteen years old, son of the Governor of Fengqi Road."
"He was intelligent and courageous since childhood. When he was born, a ray of blue cloud descended and entered the Governor's Mansion. The Governor was startled and looked up, only to see the horizon..."
At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked at the old man seriously.
There wasn't even the sound of cracking melon seeds.
"I can actually see the image of a Confucian sage standing across the horizon!"
"The Confucian Sage nodded his forehead three times to the Governor, smiled at him, and then went to the lady's belly!!!"
"The next moment, the cry of a newborn baby could be heard in the delivery room!"
"The crying sound is endless and full of sound!!"
When the old man said this, everyone gasped!
"The reincarnation of the Confucian sage?!"
"this……"
"Is that really the case??"
…
"hehe."
The storyteller smiled calmly, picked up the gavel in his hand and slammed it lightly, and the whole scene became quiet.
He spoke slowly and methodically:
"Young Master Anmin learned to read at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of five, and was able to debate with the Governor-General at the age of eight!"
"The Governor-General feared he would go astray, so he used his own literary power to suppress him for sixteen years until he finally regained his composure."
"However, how can such a genius be suppressed?!"
The old man smiled happily, looked at everyone and spoke in a calm and relaxed tone:
"Young Master just entered the Water Governor Academy. In just a moment, he realized the Wen Qi. In three days, he gathered all 700 acupoints in the Heavenly Qi and attacked the Purple Palace."
"In just five days, Master Anmin has reached the realm of a gentleman and has become the leading young student in Liangjiang County!"
"Master Anmin achieved a realm that ordinary people would never reach in their entire lives, in just five days!!"
The old man looked at everyone indifferently.
At this time, the field was completely silent.
Ordinary people do not understand these ways of cultivation.
But one can also hear the horror of Master "Anmin" from it.
His voice sounded again:
"The case of the rebellion at Prince Jiang's mansion was completely solved by Master Zeng at the age of sixteen."
"Who would have thought that even though Prince Jiang was dead, he still had a plan. He ordered his henchman Xu Tong to lead 8,000 soldiers to besiege the Xuanjing Division, trapping the Governor and his family inside!"
hiss~
Eight thousand soldiers!!
What's that concept?!
Everyone's heart sank.
Some people even pursed their lips tightly and stared at the old man.
At this moment, the old man laughed heartily, and stood up from his seat, hissing in high spirits:
"That day, Master Anmin emerged from the azure air, looking down upon the soldiers with disdain. His voice was high and clear, like that of a banished immortal, as he chanted..."
He suddenly revealed his face, his eyes wide open with anger:
"The wine is sweet in the moonlight cup, the pipa music urges me to drink, don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield! How many men have ever returned from the battles in history?!!"
The old man spoke faster and faster, like raindrops, hitting everyone:
"After the poem, a Confucian sage appeared! A turquoise aura instantly overwhelmed the entire arena, trapping all the soldiers in place, unable to move!"
"The bandit leader Xu Tong's eyes were bloodshot as he was shot through the heart by the arrows transformed from the green energy!!!"
Having said that, the old man gently picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and looked at everyone with a smile.
At this time, everyone was completely immersed in the story he was telling.
The entire teahouse was extremely quiet.
After a long time.
The old man slowly spoke, jokingly asking, "I wonder if Master Anmin's 'Ode to the Two Rivers' can surpass Princess Wencheng's 'Out of Old Age'?"
The beginning and the end echo each other and highlight the theme.
This storyteller's skill is evident! !
Wow!!!
There was an uproar below, and everyone blushed and said:
"Compared to this poem, Princess Wencheng's poem is nothing!!"
"Master Anmin is so talented!!!"
"The reincarnation of the Confucian sage!! The reincarnation of the Confucian sage!!"
"Master Anmin, single-handedly suppresses the Jiang Kingdom!!"
"Solely suppress Jiang Nation!!"
As everyone was waving their arms wildly and shouting to vent their emotions.
The storyteller had quietly left his seat.
…
In the backstage, the old man stood there respectfully.
Qi Bo, the most loyal lackey of the Governor's Office, was sitting in front of him.
A look of praise appeared on his face:
"good!"
After saying this, he threw a piece of gold into the old man's hand.
“The master is so generous!!”
The old man's voice became more respectful.
Qi Bo's figure had disappeared, and he quietly appeared in the backstage of another teahouse...
(End of this chapter)
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