From the birth of the Monkey King to his apprenticeship at Fangcun Mountain, he then returned to Huaguo Mountain to subdue all kinds of monsters, then went to the Dragon Palace to borrow treasures, and went to hell to check out the book of life and death...
For more than an hour, the audience in the audience went from being confused, to being fascinated, to finally being completely fascinated.
After listening to the stories told by Old Man Tianji for so many years, they have never been as serious as they are today.
I never thought that when the protagonist of the story changed from a hero to a monkey, it would be so interesting.
And this monkey will continue to affect their mood for a long time to come from this night on.
The audience listened carefully, and the audience listened attentively.
Zhao Min, who said he was here to play the guqin, only played a section at first, and then his mind shifted from the guqin to the monkey.
She didn't know when the hand that plucked the strings would stop, and the audience didn't care either.
All that could be heard in everyone's ears was Zhao Yan's ups and downs narration.
"The monkey head was thrown into the alchemy furnace by Laojun and burned for seventy-seven and nineteen days. Not only was it unscathed, but it was made into a pair of blazing eyes."
"These eyes are not afraid of smoke or fire. No matter whether they are gods or monsters, anyone who stands in front of Sun Wukong will have nothing to hide."
"On the day when the furnace was opened, Laojun opened the cauldron, and Sun Wukong jumped out, frightening Laojun so much that he fell upside down and escaped..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Yan suddenly paused, his eyes scanned the audience for a week, shook his head and said the words that everyone disliked.
"To predict what will happen next, please listen to the explanation next time."
Snapped!
He suddenly put away the folding fan, and the sound suddenly brought back the souls of the audience.
"Besides, did the monkey kill the Jade Emperor and sit on the dragon's throne?"
"That's right, it's still early, let's talk about it for a while!"
“One more section, another section, another section, I’m still not satisfied!”
The audience cheered one after another. Although they had listened for more than an hour, they did not feel bored at all. They just wanted to listen to the song and understand the story clearly.
But Zhao Yan was unhappy.
I have been talking hard for an hour, but there is no reward at all. What a nonsense!
He sneered and said:
"Humph, you are willing to listen, but I can't talk."
The folding fan opened again with a snap, and Zhao Yan turned his back, ignoring their booing.
Fortunately, the audience was used to hearing storytellers, so they knew what he wanted to express by looking at his posture, and they quickly took out tickets of various colors from their bodies.
When the officials saw this, they immediately rushed forward to gather the boxes in their hands with smiles on their faces and reward them.
Including a free ticket for each person, tonight's show will collect at least two to three thousand tickets. As long as the storyteller shares a little more, they can also have a full meal.
Zhao Min, who was fascinated by the story, woke up from a dream and realized that he had completely forgotten to play the piano...
She glanced at Zhao Yan secretly, praying that he would never find out about this.
The clerks took a long time to collect the tickets before it was over. When they exited the crowd, Zhao Yan turned around with satisfaction and walked to the stage, clasping his fists and saying:
"Thank you all for coming, but it's getting late tonight. The story of "Journey to the West" will be told for seven consecutive days, so please be early tomorrow night."
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the Xuanji Building, and Zhao Min followed obediently.
Although she was so busy listening to books that she forgot to work, she still hoped to get some of her own dividends.
Seeing that Zhao Yan had finished tonight's storytelling, the officials let go of the boxes and led everyone away.
The audience was still a bit unsatisfied, but the thought of hearing this wonderful story for seven consecutive days was somewhat comforting.
But the things they chatted and discussed seemed a little inappropriate.
"This Monkey King is good, but he is too wasteful of natural resources."
"What's going on? That golden cudgel isn't good enough? If your mother-in-law wants to get this thing, she'll have to kick you!"
"Screw you! It's your turn to give the Seven Fairies acupuncture points, Mr. Ge. How can you still see those broken peaches in your eyes?"
"Ah...that's right. Seven fairies must enjoy the same blessing..."
"That's right! If this paragraph were changed, the story would be even more exciting."
"Yes, yes, it's best to let the monkey go to Guanghan Palace again and capture that Fairy Chang'e!"
Listening to these discussions, several petty officials couldn't help but have their thoughts in their minds.
Really a good idea…
I'll have to give Mr. Zhao some advice later.
……
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On the verandah on the roof of Xuanji Building.
In addition to Zhang Danfeng and Bai Xiaosheng, there were two more people at this time.
One of them is Ding Peng, and the other has brown hair shawl and is wearing an orange coat, the "Fantastic Hero of China" Xiao Qiushui.
"I said before that there is nothing unique about this person, but now in my opinion, at least this storyteller's ability is unparalleled by anyone in the town."
Bai Xiaosheng said with admiration.
He had long been tired of hearing old man Tianji's chivalrous remarks about "old wine in new bottles".
I also can't get used to Zhang Danfeng's superficial taste in love.
Now after listening to what Zhao Yan said that night, I feel like drinking wine.
"I think."
Zhang Danfeng was very free and easy, nodding in agreement.
"It doesn't matter if the story is told well. Is it possible to tell that person to heaven in the west?"
Xiao Qiushui's face was cold and he said indifferently.
He used to have an extremely cheerful personality, otherwise he wouldn't have become a Chinese hero who made friends all over the world.
But after Tang Fang's death, his personality changed drastically. Sometimes he couldn't control the murderous intention in his heart. It didn't get better until he came to Qixia Town.
"You have to eat your food one bite at a time. He is only twenty-three years old. We old guys will protect him for a few years and take one step at a time."
Zhang Danfeng’s smile was warm and soothing.
"Humph, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day."
"Not necessarily. Since he doesn't need luck, if I pass on all my skills to him, can I allow him to enter the land of immortals?"
Ding Peng suddenly spoke and looked at Zhang Danfeng.
"With just skill but no realm, do you think you will be that person's opponent?"
"There's no need to rush. I've endured it all these years. There's no need to rush things now."
"Everything has its own laws. If he can step into the land of immortality by his own power, he will not be in a hurry to make long-term plans."
Although Bai Xiaosheng is not very good at martial arts, he has outstanding vision and is quite popular in making decisions on many important matters.
This speech is naturally convincing.
Ding Peng also knew that he was impatient, so he turned his head and remained silent.
"The Princess of Ruyang Palace who you rescued happens to be the marriage partner between the Prince of the Song Dynasty and Meng Yuan."
"The strange thing is, what is Zhao Lu's attitude? If he intends to join the Immortal Society, then getting rid of Zhao Yan is the most important thing."
"Why are you so reluctant to take action? That day outside the Shenyang Pass, if Geng Jingzhong's 100,000 cavalry came out of the pass, even if Master Zhang took action, he wouldn't be able to save him."
"I also arranged a marriage for him with Meng Yuan. Isn't it unnecessary?"
Bai Xiaosheng frowned, unable to guess what the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was thinking.
