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In the tile shop, an old man in an old cloth shirt stood in front of the table above the high platform, telling the story of "Holy Ancestor Emperor Pingxidi" like a river, although it was an old thing known to passers-by, but through his mouth, he said it in a frustrated manner, and he still listened to the tea guests in the building who were fascinated, and forgot to use the melons and fruits on the plate. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

Sun Shuping was originally a scholar, but like most of his peers, he didn't read out of the hall, there is a way that is useless is a scholar, once the fame is hopeless, and the mix is good, he will go to others as a staff member as a master, and if he is poor, he will open a private school and be a gentleman. Of course, it is not for nothing that people have become beggars on the streets.

He is not good or bad, because of the convenience of speech, he worshipped an old storyteller as a teacher, became a storyteller, and because he can read and hyphenation, read a wide range of books, his attainments in this line are still above the master, and unconsciously it has been decades past, and he has created a little fame.

A string of piercing bird calls sounded, Sun Shuping kept his mouth on his mouth, frowned, and saw a fat man with a fat body and a fat brain, carrying a birdcage into the tile, squeezing to the front with a big grin, and sitting in front of the stage.

The bird seemed to be frightened, and its cry became sharper and sharper, which made everyone angry, but it seemed to be afraid of the power of the fat man, and dared not speak.

Sun Shuping had to stop and said with a smile: "This master, you can't bring birds in the tile shop, bother you to hang the birds outside?"

The fat man's eyes rolled: "Hanging outside, do you know how much silver my bird is worth? If you lose it, you will pay for it? You tell yours, it is called it, you compare, see who is good, rest assured, you can't do without a penny, more than these poor ghosts." ”

Sun Shuping's brows furrowed even more, and he slapped the wood in shock, "Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition!"

In the tile shop, there were loud applause, obviously not only for the book, but also for the integrity of the storyteller, throwing many copper plates on the stage.

The apprentice Xiaoshi came to the stage, picking up money on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was like a little monkey, which caused a lot of laughter.

"Oops!" the little stone cried out in pain, and fell to the ground, bleeding from his forehead, and a blood-stained silver horn fell on the stage.

Sun Shuping hurriedly went up to help the disciple up, pointed at the fat man and said angrily: "You!"

"Tell me, tell me a little more, what you have is money!" The fat man sneered, throwing a piece of broken silver in his hand: "Hmph, you are a horn if you are praised, if you don't praise you, you are a stinky storyteller, dare to play temper with the master, do you know who the master is? ”

A golden light flew down from the stairs, struck the fat man's head, and bounced off the stage, and it was a gold ingot.

Look at the fat man again, he was already bleeding all over his face, and he fainted directly,

"Mr. Sun? A sturdy man, somehow flashed, came to Sun Shuping's eyes.

When Xiaoshi saw the gold, he hurriedly covered his head, picked up the gold, took a bite, and said in surprise: "Master, it's really gold, it's such a big piece!"

The child who grew up in the tile shop is not so expensive, but Sun Shuping is a little uncomfortable in his heart, saying that storytelling is a cheap business, anyone can scold a few words, he has experienced a lot of this kind of thing, but he doesn't want this child to be aggrieved with him for a lifetime, and he is determined to change his career.

Thinking wildly in his head, he followed the man to the second floor of the elegant seat, lifted the bamboo curtain, and an old man with crane hair and a childish face sat there, the clothes on his body did not look particularly luxurious, but at first glance it was the best and most comfortable fabric, and there was no arrogance, but sitting there calmly, there was a kind of momentum that stood out from the crowd.

With his years of knowledge, he felt that the "nobleman" in front of him was not like a person who would come to such a place to listen to stories, but more likely to be a cultivator, so he didn't dare to slack off, and bowed respectfully: "Sun Shuping, a late life, thank you for your help." ”

Sun Fubai looked at this storyteller, who was very famous in a radius of hundreds of miles, bowed slightly, felt satisfied, and once again affirmed Li Qingshan's idea, if it was through the mouth of this storyteller, no matter how ordinary the story was, it would become colorful, much more exciting!

"Brother, have you heard of the Cloud Void Society?"

"Nope. ”

"Now that you've heard, this is not the place to talk, come with me!" Sun Fubai straightened up and walked out of the door, where Xiao Shi was holding his head in one hand and gold in the other, probing his brain outside the door.

"But I can only tell books!" Sun Shuping was stunned, he really couldn't think of what would happen to such a "nobleman" who threw gold casually, a legendary cultivator, to find him a storyteller.

"That's enough. Sun Fubai touched the head of the little stone: "There is gold." ”

Xiao Shi felt that his head didn't hurt anymore, and his blood stopped bleeding.

After Sun Fubai left the Hundred Schools, he immediately summoned the shopkeepers of several major bookstores and issued announcements to all cities and counties in Qinghe Prefecture to recruit personnel. At the same time, he personally visited the most famous storytellers and singers in Qinghe Mansion.

According to Li Qingshan's plan, the biggest role of these people is not to tell stories and sing songs, but to become mentors, pass on their lifelong experience, and become the core force of the Cloud Void Society.

At the same time, in a corner of Qinghe Mansion City, a manor was also found, as the headquarters of the Yunxu Society, and under the impetus of absolute power and absolute financial resources, the Yunxu Society envisioned by Li Qingshan was being established rapidly. When and how much power it will be able to exert is unknown.

When Sun Fubai was running in all directions, Li Qingshan also came to the Mo family's Shenji Island, preparing to take his first class after coming to the Hundred Schools.

Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing waited under the iconic giant arch of Shenji Island, which was full of all kinds of strange machinery and tall buildings, and a group of Wooden Horse puppets galloped by, full of a strange life.

Entering a magnificent building shaped like a conch (Li Qingshan felt like stool), the inside was also spiraling upwards in a circle, stopping at a height of about the second or third floor, and entering the room in the center of the spiral.

The circular room was like a conch turned upside down, in the shape of a staircase, and there were already many people sitting there waiting, talking in groups of three or five. In addition to the disciples of the Mo family who wore ink blue to serve, there were also many disciples of other families who wore other colors to serve.

Li Qingshan's bamboo-blue robe, although it is unique and unique, is not conspicuous in it. But the Qi Refiners are all deaf and clear-sighted, and when they squint, the topic of discussion quietly changes.

"Yo, isn't this Li Qingshan, the novelist's chief disciple?"

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