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

"Mr. Wang!"

"Your Majesty, this is Mr. Wang coming on his sword!"

The fat eunuch had done a lot of homework in advance. When he saw the graceful figure and the purple sword light, he immediately came to his senses and actually screamed out loud.

Hear the words.

Wu Zhao and Zhu Houzhao were both shocked, and then they stood up at the same time without any prior arrangement.

the other side.

Wang Chu, who had received an advance report from Yang Zheng, recognized the identities of the two men when he saw them above the venue.

After landing, he bowed and smiled:

"I am deeply honored that the two emperors have come here!"

"Sir, you are too polite. Sir, you are a god. What's wrong with me coming here in person?"

Zhu Houzhao reacted quite quickly this time and immediately returned the salute with a smile.

After seeing Wang Chu's handsome appearance, Wu Zhao felt her heart pounding and she even felt a rare sense of panic.

After Zhu Houzhao and Wang Chu finished their greetings.

Wu Zhao then coughed lightly and returned to normal. She also returned the greeting and said with a smile:

"I have long heard of your great name, sir. I have invited you many times before, but unfortunately you are no different from worldly fame and fortune. In order to see you in person, I have no choice but to come here in person."

"The Empress is really embarrassing me. How could I be so worthy of being treated like this by the Empress?"

Hear the words.

Wang Chu shook his head and said modestly.

"I think you can do it. In terms of strength, there are probably few people in the world who can compare with you. In terms of talent and learning, you are the best in the world. How can you not be worthy of the title of Duke of Chu?"

After seeing Wang Chu with her own eyes, Wu Zhao seemed to be increasingly evolving into a crazy little fan girl.

This time he didn't care about anything and just said some shocking flattering words.

"Hahahaha, Your Majesty is too polite."

Wang Chu could naturally feel Wu Zhao's sincerity after hearing this, and after being polite for a while, he continued:

"The guests have just arrived. Why don't you two emperors sit down and rest for a while? We will start the storytelling later. How about that?"

"Just as Mr. Wang said."

Wu Zhao responded immediately.

"I, I too!"

Zhu Houzhao was a step late, so he simply started making a tape recorder.

After some pleasantries.

Wang Chu and others worked together to maintain order in the venue to ensure that the storytelling could start on time.

Not that he had to do it himself.

It’s just that the flow of people nowadays is too large, without him.

There might be some trouble.

This also gave Wang Chu the idea of ​​training his own people.

As for the imperial court's ban on private soldiers?

Go for the brew!

......

By the time the sun reached the beginning of the Chen hour (seven o'clock), the entire venue was already full of people.

Pavilions and towers have even become VIP tickets.

In the aisles around, there were rows of climbing stools, on which sat either an eight-foot tall man, a slim woman, or a child in colorful robes.

People of all kinds were lined up in rows. Although it looked quite crowded, it was also neat and orderly.

But no one in the entire conference hall cared about this.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the storytelling stage not far away.

Wang Chu was standing behind the storytelling stage at this time.

When the sound of a bell was heard in the venue, the faint noise of commotion in the venue suddenly stopped.

then.

Wang Chu straightened his robe and coughed lightly.

Then he bowed to all directions and said loudly:

"｀ ~ The people of the country can tolerate me and not let the world make money!"

"Today, I, Wang, have the honor to give a book talk and comment on the world. I would like to thank you all for your support!"

As soon as these words came out.

The venue suddenly became boiling with more than 10,000 people speaking out at the same time, creating a huge atmosphere.

Even the crowd outside Qixia Town could faintly hear it.

In a teahouse at the fork in the mountain road outside Qixia Town.

Several guests ordered a pot of hot tea each and were chatting about trivial matters.

Suddenly, there was a roar like the mountains and the sea.

One of the guests was so frightened that his face turned pale. He couldn't help but shouting, "What's going on? What's going on? Are the bandits coming to kill us?"

"Hahahahaha..."

When everyone in the teahouse heard this, they burst into laughter.

After a while.

Just now someone explained: "You (Qian Zhao), you are not a bandit at all, you are just starting a storytelling!"

"Storytelling? Immortal Wang's storytelling?"

At this point, the guest no longer cared about being afraid and asked with a look of longing on his face.

"Then who else can tell the story, Old Sun?"

Another person said with a smile.

"Ah, when I make some money, I will go and listen to Mr. Wang's talk, only then will my life be worthwhile!"

The guest ignored the teasing of others and said with longing eyes.

"Forget it, let's just stay here and listen to Old Sun's storytelling the next day. The content will be the same anyway."

"That's different. Immortal Wang is telling the story himself. I heard that he can bless you."

"Why is this getting more and more outrageous?"

"Then what else is going on? You haven't heard Immortal Wang tell stories in person, so how do you know this is fake?"

"Bah, when Mr. Wang was telling stories in Tongfu Inn, I was squatting outside the door and listening. I don't know who knows?"

"What? What did you say?!"

"......".

Chapter 0242 Let’s talk about the snow again!

"Let's talk about Tai'an City. No matter how the officials make trouble, it doesn't affect the lives of the people."

"Those naughty guys are naturally not affected. Among them, there is one who does nothing all day long and is idle. He looks like a low-class gangster."

"Unfortunately, no one knows that this scoundrel is actually the third son of Zhang Julu, the Prime Minister of the Liyang Dynasty - Zhang Bianguan!"

"..."

Wang Chu stood on the storytelling stage, quietly watching everyone tell stories about the snow.

This chapter of the story begins from the perspective of Zhang Bianguan, the son of Zhang Julu.

The people on the field were not in a hurry and they all listened quietly.

It was as if his mind had returned to the snowy world where the sword immortal had three million swords and could enter the sky in one day.

No one in the entire conference hall spoke a word.

As for the Empress Wu Zetian, she looked at Wang Chu with shining eyes at this moment, without blinking.

It seemed to her.

Even the story in the snow is not as charming as Wang Chu at this moment.

but.

Even though Wu Zhao didn't pay much attention to the story in the snow, she was shocked when she heard that Emperor Li Yang executed Prime Minister Zhang Julu in order to ensure that the crown prince could smoothly control the government after he succeeded to the throne.

Wu Zhao couldn't help but raise her domineering eyebrows, which were very different from those of ordinary women.

"Interesting, this Liyang Emperor is really capable of doing this, but unfortunately his skills are too poor and his vision is too short!"

Wu Zhao chuckled and commented, her attention finally focused on the story in the snow.

Upon hearing this, I was fascinated.

As for Zhu Houzhao, who was not far away, he had already been fascinated by what he heard.

Whether it was Zhang Julu's final decision or the scheming of Emperor Li Yang, including Xu Fengnian's brazen fight against the enemy outside Liangzhou.

All of this made the emperor, who had just gotten rid of two major shackles, listen thoughtfully.

Wait until Wang Chu's voice gradually became higher.

Gradually they talked about the details of the Liang-Mang War, and what happened after Xu Fengnian took off his black-gold royal robe and massacred the Imperial Observatory.

Everyone on the field was gritting their teeth, completely forgetting that this was just a story.

more than this.

There were actually many warriors on the field who started cursing loudly, cursing Emperor Li Yang, Huang Longshi, the Imperial Observatory, and even the gods in heaven.

In short, when Wang Chu talked about this story.

The scene seemed quite chaotic.

But Wang Chu didn't care and told the whole story in one breath.

It tells the story of Xu Fengnian's bloodbath at Qintianjian, and the help from Yansheng Duke, Deng Tai'a and others that eventually allowed Xu Fengnian to chop down Tongtiantai with a single sword. It also tells the story of Cao Changqing's death in the war to restore the Western Chu Kingdom when he single-handedly attacked Tai'an City.

Then he began to talk about the arrival of the Second Liang-Mang War.

Among them, the various calculations within the Liyang Dynasty were described clearly and vividly by Wang Chu.

This caused all the warriors on the field to grit their teeth and they wished they could kill a few scholars on the spot to vent their anger.

Even the female emperor Wu Zhao couldn't help but frown.

She is the empress.

Her vision and perspective are naturally much higher than most people on the scene, but precisely because of this, she particularly looks down on Li Yang's officials and the emperor, who all claim to be smart but are just fighting with each other in a snail shell.

until......

When Wu Zhao heard that eighteen martial arts masters were willing to stand outside Jubei City to fight against the 400,000-strong army of Beimang.

Her frown relaxed a little.

After all, not all people in the Liyang Dynasty are cowards.

"It is true: Don't talk about becoming a marquis, for one general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers!"

"In this battle, 320,000 Beiliang soldiers died, and Liyang eventually changed dynasties. Xu Fengnian also disappeared, wandering around the world and never seen again!"

"Everyone, this story in the snow ends here. Thank you very much!"

Say it.

Wang Chu bowed to all directions to show his gratitude.