Zongwu: The storyteller of Qixia Town is rewarded with the Heaven-shaking Technique

"..."

Looking at the personal panel, Wang Chu decisively closed it.

It makes me depressed, so I might as well work.

After initially figuring out the function of the system, Wang Chu put it aside for the time being.

I plan to find a chance to talk to Tong Xiangyu when I'm not busy, and ask him to try storytelling to see the effect of the system.

Subsequently.

Wang Chu returned to the lobby again.

It was already past noon, and the busiest time was over.

The waiter, Lao Bai, was leaning against the wall to take a nap, while the shopkeeper Tong was huddled behind the counter, apparently calculating how much money he had earned at noon.

The guests in the lobby were also chatting with each other.

It looks peaceful and calm.

There was a beggar squatting at the door. His face could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were very bright.

Wang Chu glanced at Lao Bai and saw that he ignored him.

Of course, I didn't want to be the bad guy, so I just leaned in another corner and continued to think about the system I just got.

The inn is lively and harmonious, and it seems like time is peaceful and tranquil.

But after a while.

A red-faced, thick-necked guest seemed to be drunk and mistook this place for a brothel, shouting at the top of his voice:

"Boss, you guys are so boring, is there anyone who wants to sing a song?"

"..."

Bai Zhantang took a look and moved to go up and explain.

But Wang Chu's eyes lit up, and he quickly stopped Bai Zhantang and said, "I'll do it!"

The sound is very loud.

Everyone in the inn looked at Wang Chu.

Chapter 0002: Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin? Unheard of in the World of Shrouding the Sky!

Xiao Wang can actually sing a little song?

After hearing this, Tong Xiangyu stood at the counter with her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly open.

I was completely stunned.

But after seeing Wang Chu's handsome face.

She seemed to have thought of something and shook her head secretly.

"This damn world has forced people into such a state. A handsome young man, ah."

"Boss, what happened to Xiao Wang?"

At this time, another frail man who looked like a scholar at the counter asked in a low voice.

"What are you asking about, Mr. Lu?"

"Shopkeeper, this is your fault. Confucius once said: To know is to..."

When Lu Xiucai heard this, he immediately refused to listen and retorted.

but.

He had just said half of his words when Shopkeeper Tong left the counter, so he could only shut his mouth angrily.

And the other side.

Lao Bai looked at Wang Chu with an extremely surprised look, as if he had just met Wang Chu.

The other guests in the inn had different reactions.

Some looked at Wang Chu with amusement, some just ate quietly without even raising their heads, and some looked at him with contempt.

All living beings in all their forms are included in it.

The guest who first asked to listen to the ditty was delighted at first, then he looked at Wang Chu carefully.

His interest suddenly waned and he waved his hand casually.

"I thought it was a pretty girl singing, but it turned out to be a sissy. Forget it, you sing, I'll just listen reluctantly."

"My dear guest, I can't sing a song."

Wang Chu said with a smile.

"So you're just trying to amuse me again?"

The man became furious when he heard this. He slammed the table, stood up and glared at Wang Chu.

"Calm down, my dear. It is true that I can't sing, but I can tell stories."

Wang Chu was not panicked and explained with a smile.

Anyway, Walter White was right behind him, and a drunkard couldn't hurt him.

storytelling?!

Shopkeeper Tong stopped and looked at Lao Bai in surprise and doubt.

Lao Bai shook his head secretly, indicating that he didn't know either.

but.

Since Wang Chu dared to speak out, it must be not empty talk. It is better to wait and see.

"Who?"

"Who dares to cause trouble in Tongfu Inn?!"

at this time.

A fat man with broad shoulders and waist, dressed as a cook, rushed out from the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand, shouting loudly.

"Hey, Big Mouth, calm down, no one is making trouble, Xiao Wang is just about to tell a story!"

Lao Bai quickly stepped forward and stopped the inn's cook, Li Dazui.

"Ah? Xiao Wang wants to tell a story?"

"Look at what this has caused, hahahaha..."

When Li Dazui heard this, he stood there awkwardly, grinning foolishly. He secretly hid the kitchen knife behind him, not daring to even look at Manager Tong.

"Li Dazui (↑) (↓)!"

Tong Xiangyu yelled angrily, no longer having the good temperament she had just had.

"Well, boss, how about I try it first? I really can tell stories."

As Wang Chu spoke, he secretly winked at Lao Bai.

"Yes, yes, let Xiao Wang try it first. Maybe it can attract more popularity!"

After all, Lao Bai had been in the underworld before and was very smart. He grasped Tong Xiangyu's lifeblood as soon as he opened his mouth.

Hear the words.

Tong Xiangyu also came back to her senses, looked at Wang Chu suspiciously, and nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, don't be nervous. I believe you."

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Wang Chu nodded and quickly asked Li Dazui to find him a piece of wood to use as a wake-up stick.

Generally speaking, the wake-up stick is used to suppress the words before storytelling.

Just to remind everyone.

Please be quiet for a moment. I want to tell you a story.

That's its function.

Wang Chu, who had listened to Shan Tianfang and watched Lao Guo in his previous life, had a clearer understanding of the storytelling form.

At this time, there is quite a lot of order.

Not long after.

Wang Chu stood behind a simple wooden table covered with a white cloth and a wake-up stick.

then.

He looked around, cleared his throat, and forced himself to calm down.

He picked up the wake-up stick and tapped it gently, then said:

"Stories and operas persuade people, and the three roads lead to the center."

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world... is vicissitudes!"

"Please come in, everyone. I am a junior student, my last name is Wang Chu, and today I am willing to tell you a story."

"If what I said was not good, please forgive me; if what I said was good, please support me."

"Today, I will tell you an unknown story."

"It's about a legend of nine dragons pulling a coffin!"

"In ancient times, there was a student named Ye Fan. After he became successful, he returned to his hometown for a banquet and made an appointment with his classmates to visit Mount Tai."

"They never expected that just as they arrived at Mount Tai, they would encounter a falling meteor, thus beginning a wonderful journey."

"..."

Wang Chu was telling the story of the novel "Zhan Tian" which he had read in his previous life.

but.

Storytelling is different from novels after all, and the times they are set in are also different.

So when he started telling this story, he made some changes to it.

The modern world is changed to an ancient background.

But in this way, before the first climax appeared, the story of Ye Fan’s reunion with his classmates seemed a little dull.

So there were only a few guests in the inn who were listening attentively.

Most of the guests were a little uninterested and just treated it as a fun activity.

After all, they are martial artists themselves and have seen a lot of the ways of the world.

Or even part of it.

He is also a top-notch master in the martial arts world!

For example, the swordsman sitting in the corner wearing white clothes and drinking by himself is Ximen Chuxue, known as the Sword God in the martial arts world!

Sitting in another seat, an old lady and a young woman were equally extraordinary.

The old woman was the Purple-Robed Dragon King, one of the four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, and the woman was Xiao Zhao, the saint of the Foreign Light Cult.

Even the two palace masters of Yihua Palace, Yaoyue and Lianxing.

We are also in the Tongfu Inn at this time!

Even the little beggar at the door has a great background.

Although she looked sloppy, with a dark face and wearing a tattered patchwork dress.

But his eyes were extremely bright, and his face, which was smeared all over, was only the size of a palm, while the skin underneath the stains was soft and white, just like spring water.

It was none other than Huang Rong, the daughter of Huang Lao Xie, the owner of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea!

They are used to seeing life and death, so naturally they are not interested in stories about classmates fighting wits and courage.

Although Wang Chu was not clear about the origins of the guests present, he could still see their expressions clearly.

I know it in my heart naturally.