Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 149
An excellent storyteller should not only show his skills, but also observe the reactions of the audience.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan saw the reactions of all the guests in the teahouse. Seeing this situation, he knew that everyone had already integrated into the plot.

But the voice has a cadence, and the book must be relaxed.

Yi Shuyuan also eased everyone's nervousness at this moment, and the deep and distant voice that opened the chapter reappeared.

"At that time, the world was in turmoil, and the current situation was chaotic. Many villages and towns along the river in the middle reaches gathered together boys and girls to worship the god of the river every year. It is sad and ridiculous to hope that the weather will be good and the weather will be good."

At this time, the narration appeared, and the audience around him breathed a sigh of relief. Some people didn't even dare to breathe just now.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. Then he slapped the folding fan lightly, and the fragrance of the tea wafted around, which lifted the spirits of all the audience.

No one urged, for fear of disturbing the storyteller's artistic conception, but everyone stared at Yi Shuyuan, seeing the calm expression on his face, but their eyes were not focused near, as if they were looking at the past from afar.
On the outside of the teahouse, more and more people were "scrambling for books", and some people ran away in a hurry when they heard this.

This is a footman, who originally passed by the teahouse and listened for a while, but now he rushed to a shady place on the corner of the street at a speed as if his butt was on fire.

There were a dozen or so porters sitting and resting there. They had obviously just finished their work and took off their headscarves to wipe off their sweat and fan the wind.

"Hurry up, go to the new teahouse over there to listen to books—"

The porter who rushed over was in a hurry.

"Over there they are talking about "The Fall of the River God"!"

"Hey, why do you think it's the case? I only heard a part of "The Fall of the River God" yesterday, and it's not as good as other stories."

"Come, come, sit down and have a rest."

Originally, I rushed over to share, but when I saw the attitude of my companions, I was very anxious.

"Oh, you don't understand, this storyteller's "River God Falls" is different!"

"That's right, not many are the same!"

"Oh! It's a pity that I missed it for the rest of my life. I don't care about you. I don't want to miss it. I'm going back—"

The porter ran back at the same speed as before.

The shady place under the archway on the street corner can be regarded as a small place for walking, where there are laborers, porters and even bearers for walking.

Seeing this situation, some people couldn't help being curious.

"How about going to see it?" "I won't go, you go."

"I have to go see it!"

Porters got up in twos and threes, and when people were leaning over there, they found that some people came from other directions in a hurry to the outside of the teahouse from time to time.

At this moment, the interior of Muxin Tea House was already full of seats, and even people began to listen outside the door.

"Snapped--"

Fuchiyu fell in shock, and combined with Yi Shuyuan's extended voice, it simulated lightning and thunder.

"Woo hoo, hoo hoo"

The whistling sound of the wind was so real, and the sense of atmosphere was so strong that many people subconsciously tightened their clothes in this warm weather.

The shopkeeper of Muxin Teahouse looked at Yi Shuyuan's direction and couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's amazing!
However, this kind of exclamation was quickly attracted by the plot, and once again integrated into the story like other audiences.

"River~God~shelter~you~~~ Only then can I protect me~~ The weather will be smooth~~~"

Yi Shuyuan's voice became extremely weird, it was an old and creepy voice, as if he was singing some kind of scary ballad.

People who have been listening to the story know that this is the witch dancing for sacrifices. Only hearing this voice and tone, a weird, terrifying and absurd picture is imagined in the mind.

The two boys and girls tied to the altar were gagged, their pale faces were illuminated by lightning, and their tearful eyes were full of despair and fear.

A witch is dancing and praying in front of the stage.
Doing such terrible things, but come to pray for the blessing of the village, and pray for good weather
In this scene, the tone of Yi Shuyuan's narration also appeared at this moment, and the words were in line with what the audience thought.

"How ironic this is! What's even more ironic is that at this time, it is already the year of the Great River God's Kaiyang Water God's birth, and he is actually in the water."

Under this atmosphere, everyone's scalps were numb again.

This is after the storyteller only mentioned it at the beginning, the river god finally officially appears in the book!

It's just that no one thought it was the storyteller's procrastination. Although the River God hadn't appeared before, everything that happened was related to the River God, and the appearance of the River God at this moment tightened everyone's heartstrings!

The witch's voice sounded again.

"After the ceremony~~~sacrifice to the river god, and offer tribute~~~~"

"Ah, no!"

"Hold them, hold them!" "Hold them!"

Among the large number of people who were kneeling under the altar, there was obviously a commotion, some struggled and some suppressed, and all the chaos was interpreted in the storyteller's mouth.

"Bang~"

The table was overturned.

"Woo." "Woo."

The sound of the two children being gagged was low but clearly audible.

In the wind and rain, followed by the sound of "plop plop" entering the water, and the heart-piercing cry of the child's family.
In the tense moment, the voice of the storyteller reappeared.

"In the big river, Nian Zhaosheng quietly looked at everything on the bank, and thought: This is the awe that people have for me, and this is the proof that a god is superior to ordinary people!"

"Godfather, if you don't want to eat, let me eat it?"

After the narration, the catfish spirit's voice sounded, giving people a solid and muddy feeling, mixed with water vapor.

"Go!"

"Thank you godfather~~hahahahaha"

Yi Shuyuan deliberately interprets the laughter here in a terrifying way, and the farther he laughs, the farther he goes.

Even if the storyteller didn't say anything, all the audience understood what the laughing thing was doing. Some children in the audience couldn't help but whisper "Mother"!
Also at this moment!

"Crack~"

The foot ruler fell again, shocking everyone's heart and then regained their senses.

"This is a piece of "Sacrifice to the God of the River". If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Yi Shuyuan brought down the curtain of the storytelling with a full voice.

Many people who listened to the book breathed a sigh of relief, but with a bit of uneasiness.

At this moment, even though almost everyone fears the gods nowadays, it can be said that at least at this moment, every listener has a thought that Kaiyang River God really deserves to die!
It's just that the audience also immediately realized that Mr. Storyteller's book has been finished.

"Sir, tell me one more paragraph?" "Yes, sir, tell me another paragraph!"

"Sir, let's finish this "River God Falling"!" "That's right!"

"Finish!"

Yi Shuyuan raised his head and looked around, good guy, not only is the teahouse full of people, there are quite a few people lying on their stomachs outside the teahouse.

"Everyone, it's been too long for a paragraph, let's stop here today!"

As Yi Shuyuan put the unfolded folding fan on the table, the meaning was already very obvious.

At this time, only those who listened to the book realized that the storyteller did not have the teahouse fascination.

Many people came forward to put down copper coins on the fan one after another, more or less, but most of them were given. Yi Shuyuan usually didn't say anything, just bowed his hands to the visitors.

Outside the teahouse, although the footlovers who listened to books hadn't even ordered tea, many of them hesitated and made a special trip into the teahouse to put their hard-earned money on the fans.

"Thank you!"

Yi Shuyuan stood up and thanked them, and bowed his hands.

Hui Mian was elated in Yi Shuyuan's ear.

"There are so many, sir is so powerful, sir is the most powerful!"

After all, it is impossible for everyone to have too much free time. After a while, most of the reluctant people dispersed, but there were still many tea customers in the teahouse, but it was not as crowded as before.

The shopkeeper walked to Yi Shuyuan's table with two plates of pastries, and couldn't help but praise repeatedly while cupping his hands.

"Mister's storytelling skills are really amazing! I don't think there is anyone in the entire capital who can compare to him!"

Hui Mian next to Yi Shuyuan's ear proudly echoed in a low voice: "That's natural!"

Of course, Yi Shuyuan couldn't say that, but bowed his hand to the boss in return.

"The shopkeeper's praise!"

The shopkeeper shook his head again and again.

"Oh, no, no, it's just right! Sir, are you willing to tell stories in my Muxin Tea House for a long time? Don't worry, you will definitely be indispensable to this show!"

Today's storytelling didn't talk about taps at all, Yi Shuyuan just asked for a pot of Wuqing tea, that's why he waved his fan to ask for money.

"Let's talk another day."

Yi Shuyuan sat down again, holding a cup of tea to moisten his throat with one hand, and lifting the heavy fan with the other.

There are quite a lot of copper coins on the fan, and there are also some small pieces of broken silver placed by those who spend a lot of money.

The shopkeeper was a little anxious, just about to speak, but saw a customer who was outside the tea house with an attendant walk into the hall, and arrived at Yi Shuyuan's table.

The entourage of the visitor placed a gold ingot the size of a longan directly on Yi Shuyuan's fan.

Seeing this, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but look at the person who came, the people in the capital are rich, and they are so generous!

The visitor bowed his hands to Yi Shuyuan and saluted.

"Seeing that Mr. Long hair looks like blue silk falling frost, dare to ask if it is Mr. Yi from Mingzhou?"

This made Yi Shuyuan feel a little surprised, and he stood up and replied.

"Maybe Yi has made some omissions in viewing people, I wonder if you are?"

"Oh, my surname is Tan. I made a special trip to Mingzhou just to see Mr. Zhang's style of storytelling, but I didn't expect to miss the chance to meet him in Mingzhou, but today I heard Mr.'s book in the capital."

The man paused and couldn't help but praise.

"Worthy of being the No.16 in Mingzhou!"

"It's really absurd praise, Yi is ashamed and dare not take it!"

While being modest and polite, Yi Shuyuan also felt that it was a coincidence in his heart. Although his storytelling attracted many people, the capital is so big after all.

"It's a pity that I came here just halfway down the road, and I didn't even have a seat in the building, let alone read the whole book. I don't know if the gentleman will do me a favor and go home to talk about the book for half a month?"

Hearing the man's words, Yi Shuyuan smiled and took the ingot of gold off the fan and put it on the table, shaking his head.

"Yi just came up with the idea of ​​storytelling here, so I'm really sorry that I didn't go to the Gaomen compound to tell a few people right away!"

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan had already taken out the money bag, wrapped up the folding fan and poured it into the bag, and the somewhat shriveled bag immediately bulged.

"Mr. Yi, I don't mean that!"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands and apologized again, and then walked out of the teahouse, while the shopkeeper hurriedly chased him out to continue persuading him.

"Sir, sir, can you reconsider, sir."

It's just that the storyteller seems to be walking not slowly, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse can't catch up at all.

The guest surnamed Tan in the teahouse was not in a hurry when he saw Yi Shuyuan go out, and looked back at the gold on the table. This ingot of gold was much more expensive than that fan.

But this storyteller was once praised as the No. 16 masterpiece in Mingzhou. Even after listening to only half of the chapter today, I feel that this person is very skilled, and he must have seen some things in the world.

The man smiled, probably because he didn't dislike him enough, so he wanted to play hard to get, right?

Thinking of this, the man surnamed Tan also walked out of the teahouse, and the attendants around him grabbed the gold and followed.

It's just that when he got outside the teahouse, the man only saw the shopkeeper panting slightly a dozen steps away, and besides that, there was no figure of the storyteller at both ends of the street.

"Oh? The shopkeeper, where is Mr. Yi?"

"Go, go, I can't catch up."

The inquirer was dumbfounded, and he was only a few steps late!
(End of this chapter)