My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 76 Become famous

Chapter 76 Become famous
A teahouse in Liangjiang County.

"When the sea ends, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches its peak, I am the peak."

"Like the sun rising from the east mountain, the roc spreads its wings... "Pah!""

"I hate the sky is 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 became angry, his eyes widened, and he looked indignant:
"Everyone, Princess Wencheng of Jiang State used this poem "Out of Old Age" and said arrogantly: This solitary 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.

The emotions were instantly aroused by his steady performance.

"I've heard of this poem before, and it's really well written. But she shouldn't be so arrogant, right?!!"

"This one piece of writing has suppressed all the scholars in Jiangnan for thirty years?? Damn it, is Princess Wencheng suffering from a brain disease?!"

"This is too much!! This is too much!! When the Jiangnan style of literature was popular, did we ever bully the Jiang country like this?"

"Once a villain gains power, he becomes so arrogant?!"

"........."

Hearing that the emotions had been almost aroused, the storyteller's mouth corners unconsciously raised slightly.

Then he replied with a serious face:

"It has been more than a month since this poem was published, but there has been no response from the Jiangnan literary world..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly 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 eagerly.

The gentleman smiled again:
"Fortunately, the Jiangnan literary style of our Great Saint Dynasty is rich, and a poem called "Ode to the Two Rivers" was created, which suppressed the arrogance of Princess Wencheng."

"Liangjiang Fu"?
what is that? !

Everyone's eyes became eager and expectant.

They all looked towards the old man.

"'Two Rivers'? Please tell me in detail!!"

"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

……

Although there were various discussions in the audience, the old storyteller just kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart without moving.

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 with a handful of copper coins as a reward.

With someone taking the lead, all the others also realized the idea and started to donate generously.

Before long, the copper coins from rewards alone 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 and light fell and entered the Governor's Mansion. The Governor was startled and looked up, and he saw the horizon..."

At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked at the old man seriously.

There was not even the sound of cracking melon seeds.

"I can actually see the image of a Confucian saint standing across the horizon!"

"The Confucian Saint nodded his forehead three times to the Governor, smiled at each other, 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 passion!!"

When the old man said this, everyone gasped!
"The reincarnation of a Confucian saint?!"

“This…” “Is it really so??”

……

"hehe."

The storyteller smiled calmly, picked up the gavel in his hand and banged it gently, and the whole scene became quiet.

He spoke slowly and methodically:
"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 was afraid that he would go astray, so he used his own literary power to suppress him for sixteen years before he was able to stabilize his mind."

"However, how can such a genius be suppressed?!"

The old man smiled and looked at everyone, speaking with ease:
"Young Master just entered the Water Supervisor Academy. In just a moment, he realized the literary energy. In three days, he gathered all 700 acupoints in the heavens and attacked the Purple Palace."

"In just five days, Master Anmin has reached the level of a gentleman and has become the leader among the young students in Liangjiang County!!"

"Mr. Anmin, it only took five days to reach a realm that ordinary people would never reach in their entire lives!!"

The old man looked at everyone calmly.

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 "An Min" from it.

His voice sounded again:
"The case of the rebellion in Prince Jiang's Mansion was completely solved by Master Zeng at the age of sixteen."

"Who would have thought that even though the King of Jiang was dead, he still had a backup plan. He ordered his henchman Xu Tong to lead 8,000 soldiers to besiege the Xuanjing Division, trapping the Governor-General and his family inside!"

hiss~
Eight thousand soldiers!!
What is that concept? !

Everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Some people even pursed their lips tightly and stared at the old man.

At this time, the old man laughed loudly, stood up from his seat, and hissed in a high-spirited voice:
"That day, Master Anmin stepped out on the green air, looked down upon the soldiers, and spoke in a high voice, like a banished immortal, chanting..."

He suddenly showed his face, with his eyes wide open:

"The wine is sweet in the moonlight cup, the pipa music is urging me to drink, don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield! How many people have ever returned from the battles in history?!!"

The old man spoke faster and faster, like raindrops, hitting everyone:

"After the poem, a Confucian saint appeared! The azure aura instantly overwhelmed the entire place, 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 opened his mouth and asked jokingly, "I wonder if Master Anmin's "Two Rivers Fu" 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 saint!! The reincarnation of the Confucian saint!!"

"Master Anmin, single-handedly suppresses the Jiang Kingdom!!"

"Suppress Jiang Country Alone!!"

While 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.