Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 162
The tea on Yi Shuyuan's table was also misty green, still so fragrant, and delicate pastries and porridge were also placed on the side to replenish his energy.

Storytelling like Yi Shuyuan's is indeed a physical effort, but in fact he is not tired, he just tasted the food in the Tan Mansion and found it very delicious, so naturally he would not waste it.

While Yi Shuyuan was resting, some audience members who had been holding their urine before took the time to relieve themselves.

After all the guests and hosts had sat down again, Yi Shuyuan also ended his rest in good time, picked up the folding fan again and looked at the audience opposite.

"Continuing from the previous chapter, let's talk about the river god. Hundreds of years later, the era of great conflict has long passed, and the new dynasty is strong and the canal is busy. On this day, a golden-red carp came into the river."

This is the second paragraph "Sleepy Carp".

At the beginning of this paragraph, some younger listeners were obviously excited. Although they listened carefully to the first paragraph, their emotions were mostly fear and depression.

And in the second paragraph, starting from the appearance of the carp spirit, things have developed in the direction of true myth and mystery, which meets everyone's expectations, and naturally it is more in line with children's expectations.

Desperate, Li Yujing was deliberately caught on a boat at the water bay, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape to Chengtian Mansion.

Then the funny thing happened. After being caught, he was going to be slaughtered and eaten, so he had to escape into the water again.

Because it is a storyteller, Yi Shuyuan cuts in completely from the perspective of the story. The protagonist in the second paragraph is obviously the carp spirit, so his own perspective has not been exposed, which seems relatively mysterious.

Except for Tan Yuanshang who had heard the book and knew the plot, everyone present just thought that the other Confucian scholar on the boat was a bit extraordinary, but they didn't know the specific identity.

Until the Confucian scholar in the book walked to the side of the boat at night, a few words lured the carp spirit out.

At this moment, everyone understood that the Confucian scholar was a fairy playing in the world of mortals!

Then Yi Shuyuan imitated Lu Yuwei's voice and uttered that classic sentence.

"I saw the breath of this boat was clear, and I thought there must be good people on board, so I thought about getting on the boat. Usually, fish like me should be raised. Who knew that the customs here are so strange, and they want to eat me."

Yi Shuyuan's imitation of Lu Yuwei's voice was very vivid, and her helpless and angry tone was exaggerated through dramatic effects.

The audience present couldn't help laughing, and many couldn't help laughing out loud.

In the second and third paragraphs, when Yi Shuyuan was storytelling in the city, due to time constraints, the storytelling was divided into two days.

But the coherence of these two paragraphs is relatively strong, in fact, it will be more enjoyable to listen to when combined.

There is plenty of time tonight, and I can finish the four paragraphs directly, which will naturally be more coherent, and the audience will be more comfortable listening.

The immortal went to the first temple, and the three-pillar Qingxiang Temple was swaying, forcing the Kaiyang River God to come here in embarrassment, knelt down and kept begging for mercy, which made some audience applaud secretly, but they dared not disturb the storyteller's mood.

Later, the River God was narrow-minded and prepared to sue the heavens, which made the audience gnash their teeth.

Empathy with the story in the book is the audience's greatest recognition of Yi Shuyuan's storytelling.

With the progress of the plot, it is now at the last moment, Yi Shuyuan slightly relieved the audience's tension with emotional narration.

"As the saying goes, you are not afraid of all kinds of difficulties, but you only regret that you no longer have the original intention. Nian Zhaosheng, as the God of Kaiyang, turned out to be such a filthy monster in the demon mirror. It's sad and lamentable."

As the emperor's decree came down, Nian Zhaosheng's voice of panic and despair was also reproduced through Yi Shuyuan's interpretation.

"The Demon Slaying Platform, the Demon Slaying Platform no, even if you want to die, you still have to go to the God Slaying Platform. I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster, the emperor—"

The audience present, including the light and dark guards who have been paying attention to the plot, all had goosebumps
After that, Yi Shuyuan failed to go to the Demon Slaying Platform, but Nian Zhaosheng's voice of despair was already the best last words.

Five thunders struck Xie Chong, the magic knife fell from the demon-slaying platform, and a generation of great river water gods were punished, and a huge head fell from the platform.

"boom"

Yi Shuyuan also simulated the sound of the head of the river god falling to the ground, and then the statues of the river god collapsed in thousands of miles of temples.
At the end of the third paragraph, all listeners let out a sigh of relief.

Emperor Dayong couldn't help but take a few deep breaths to soothe his emotions, and he had other feelings about this story in his heart.

"Everything is afraid of losing the original intention. How many ministers and generals were originally the pillars of the country, but because they lost their original intentions, they eventually became disasters for the country and the people. The ancient emperors, how many ambitious, ended up becoming licentious and innocent kings."

"Your Majesty Shengming."

"But the ignorance of the common people gives opportunities for treacherous craftsmen to take advantage of, just like the witch who sacrificed to the river god, under the guise of the name of the river god, not only seeking personal gain, but also harming the higher the status in the village, the greater the disaster."
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After two paragraphs of the book, many guests need to go to make things easier.

It was already late at night, and the kitchen of the Tan Mansion began to send some hot suppers to replenish the energy of the host and the storyteller.

As for drowsiness, that's impossible, even the youngest prince is in high spirits, waiting to hear the last paragraph.

The last paragraph is even more interesting. The immortal changes to find evildoers, and the water god will help in the future.

In this paragraph, in order to highlight the role of the gods in the water, Yi Shuyuan weakened the role of the ghosts and gods on the shore, but it's not off topic, after all, they didn't make a move.

Sealing the coffin and arresting the demon cat has virtually resolved a crisis that might harm many mortals in Chengtian Mansion.

After all four stories were told, more than three hours had passed, and the story was heard heartily, and the host and guest had a great time.

And Yi Shuyuan was finally able to get up and move around. He left his seat, took a few steps forward, walked to the audience table, and thanked everyone for listening to the story carefully.

"Thank you for your patience in listening to this book!"

"Sir, you are welcome, let's sit down and eat together!"

When the emperor spoke, Tan Yuanshang naturally followed up.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yi, please sit down and have some snacks. The kitchen will deliver freshly made snacks right away."

With a look at him, a servant immediately moved a chair and placed it beside the table. There was already a lot of empty space on the table.

Yi Shuyuan pretended not to know that there was an emperor's concubine in front of him, so he thanked him and took his seat very naturally.

The great eunuch Zhang Liangxi naturally stood between Yi Shuyuan and the emperor, just an arm's length away from the table, so as not to block the sight of both parties.

All the older and younger children looked at Yi Shuyuan curiously. This storyteller has long gray hair and a calm face. How could he make so many strange noises and say so many different voices with one mouth?
Emperor Dayong had waited patiently for so long, and now he couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Yi, have you ever taken the imperial examination?"

Yi Shuyuan seemed a little surprised, and shook his head after looking at the emperor beside Tan Yuanshang.

"Did not participate."

The emperor frowned slightly.

"Why didn't you take part in the imperial examination, sir? With your talent and learning, you may not be able to win the gold medal, but what's the secret?"

Yi Shuyuan answered easily and freely.

"Yi is used to idleness. He doesn't like officialdom. He never thought of becoming an official. It would be nice to be a storyteller who travels around the world. Listen to stories, tell stories, and maybe experience some stories himself!"

The emperor smiled, and he shook his head slightly.

"But Mr.'s story clearly refers to something, and there is also the meaning of worrying about the world and spurring the monarch and his ministers. It is not all idleness!"

Then you can think a little too much.
Yi Shuyuan was helpless, but still shook his head.

"This official is worrying too much. How dare Yi Mou say anything to encourage the monarch and ministers? He just wants to guide people to do good and not go astray."

The emperor didn't let Yi Shuyuan go, and casually asked some opinions about the world and the country.

Yi Shuyuan's vision is here, even if it's an unintentional response, he can always tell some truth, although it doesn't go deep, but it also makes the emperor secretly startled, but it's a pity that the other party doesn't want to talk deeply.

At this time, there was a burst of fragrance, and the servants of the back kitchen came up one after another with supper.

"Come, come, eat some, bird's nest and lotus seed soup, clearing away heat and nourishing people!"

Tan Yuanshang greeted everyone to eat, and Yi Shuyuan stopped talking, and enjoyed the food with everyone.

The emperor took a deep look at Yi Shuyuan, this storyteller actually had an arrogance in his heart.

The so-called great hermit who lives in the city is like this. He traveled all over the world, seeing the sufferings of the people and seeing the officials all over the world. He saw the governance of officials, people's livelihood, bad habits, good and evil in his eyes.

However, the administration of officials is gradually becoming clearer, and the crackdown on fraudulent imperial examinations has also been strengthened. I believe that such a talent will serve the emperor in the future. After all, if he does not care about the world, how can such a great talent wander around the world as a storyteller?

Thinking of this, the emperor suddenly felt moved and asked again.

"Mr. Yi, do you know who I am?"

Yi Shuyuan paused slightly while eating, and put down his spoon.

Looking at Tan Yuanshang, who was watching, and Zhang Liangxi, who was standing respectfully, finally, Yi Shuyuan fixed his eyes on the emperor, shook his head with a smile, and continued to eat.

Emperor Dayong's eyes lit up, and he understood immediately.

he knows!
But it is absolutely impossible that Tan Yuanshang told him.

Knowing that there is a king by his side, he talks and laughs with ease.

At this moment, Emperor Dayong looked at Yi Shuyuan with the feeling that an ancient emperor saw strange people and famous people, and those talented and strange people finally became the pillars of the ministers.

And Yi Shuyuan didn't bother to guess the emperor's mental activities, he just kept thinking about it while eating, but unfortunately, a certain glutton couldn't eat today!

In an inn in the city, Zhuo Qing had already fallen asleep, but a little mink sitting cross-legged by the bed suddenly felt a little itchy nose.

"Ah Qiu~"

Hui Mian who sneezed couldn't help rubbing his nose with his paws, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Do I have a cold too?"
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Although the night was already very deep, the emperor planned to spend the night in the Tan Mansion today, but Yi Shuyuan would definitely not stay.

After rejecting many persuasion, Yi Shuyuan bid farewell to the host and guests of the Tan Mansion, and left alone in the dark.

Yi Shuyuan walked on the street in the night with a folding fan, sometimes he could feel a little staring at his steps, which was because the imperial guards were following him.

Alas, trouble!

But until Yi Shuyuan returned to the inn, the sense of sight gradually weakened.

In the Tan mansion, the emperor didn't go to sleep so quickly, but talked with Tan Yuanshang at night by candlelight in the latter's study, which was no worse than the imperial study.

On the table of the soft couch are four volumes of "The Fall of the River God".

"Thank you for inviting me to listen to the book today, otherwise I would really miss it!"

Tan Yuanshang was a little less reserved than Mr. Mian.

"I know what His Majesty is thinking, but Mr. Yi, maybe he really just likes storytelling."

"It's natural to like it. Such a magical skill must be learned after hard work, but it's not limited to storytelling.

This person has ambitions in his chest, knowledge in his stomach, strategy in his heart, not to mention calmness and courage, it's a pity that he didn't take the imperial examination, otherwise he would be the No. [-] scholar this year."

"Hey, your majesty, aren't you rectifying fraud and relationships? Does that count?"

There are not many people like Tan Yuanshang who dare to joke with the emperor face to face.

The emperor smiled.

"How can this be counted? Originally, the top three were designated by me, and I will use whoever I like!"

Having said that, the emperor thought of "The God of the River Falling" again, and looked at the postscript of the fourth volume. The remaining generals in the water may also allude to good officials who are overwhelmed by corrupt officials.

And the loneliness of Wanlihe Temple is not beautiful today, and it can also show some of my heart to guide the people to follow it.

"Good joy."

Zhang Liangxi took a step forward.

"The old slave is here!"

"He passed an oral order, ordering people to go to Boyungang, and build bodies for several gods and generals in the book. The evil gods should be beheaded, and the good gods should be praised!"

The emperor thought about this and wanted to add something.

"Let's see if the people in the temple over there are as greedy as the book says, if not, then change them."

"According to the order!"

In fact, General Crab has a statue in the temple, but the position is very low, while the other generals of the Aquarium Tribe don't even have a name.

An oral order from the emperor is equivalent to rectifying the names of several gods and generals in the direction of the ruling and opposition parties in the world, and the trend of "River God Falling" has become widely circulated.

Maybe the gods in the water can't imagine what they will get at this moment
(End of this chapter)