Talk about the world of mortals in detail

A good storyteller must not only demonstrate his or her skills, but also observe the reactions of the audience.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan could see the reactions of all the guests in the teahouse. Seeing this, he knew that everyone had been integrated into the plot.

But the voice has cadences and ups and downs, and the book should be relaxed and relaxed.

Yi Shuyuan also calmed down everyone's extremely nervous mood at this moment, and the deep and distant voice at the beginning appeared again.

"At that time, the world was in turmoil and the current situation was chaotic. Many villages and towns along the river in the middle reaches of the river basin used boys and girls to sacrifice to the river god every year, in order to hope for good weather and peace for their own country. It is sad and ridiculous."

At this time, the narration appeared, and the surrounding audience breathed a sigh of relief. Some people just didn't even dare to breathe.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then gently fanned his folding fan. The aroma of tea wafted around, refreshing all the listeners.

No one urged him loudly, for fear of disturbing the storyteller's artistic conception, but everyone stared at Yi Shuyuan and saw the calm look on his face, but their eyes did not focus on what was nearby, as if they were looking at the past from afar.

Outside the teahouse, more and more people were reading books. Some people heard this and ran away in a hurry.

This is a walking master. He originally passed by the teahouse and listened for a while, but now he rushed to a shady place on the corner of the street as fast as his butt was on fire.

There were a dozen porters sitting there to rest. They had obviously just finished working. They took off their turbans to wipe sweat and fan themselves.

"Quick, quick, go to the new teahouse over there and listen to a book——"

The porter who rushed over was furious.

"They're talking about "The Fall of the River God" over there!"

"Oh, what did you think it was? I just listened to a part of "The Fall of the River God" yesterday, and it wasn't as good as other stories."

"Come on, come on, sit down and take a rest."

I originally rushed here to share, but when I saw the attitude of my companions, I became very anxious.

"Oh, you don't understand, this storyteller's "The Fall of the River God" is different!"

"That's right, there aren't many that are the same!"

"Oh! If you miss it, you will regret it for life. Alas, I don't care about you anymore. I don't want to miss it. I'm going back -"

The porter ran back as fast as before.

The shady spot under the archway on the street corner can be regarded as a small place for walking. The walking people resting here have porters and even sedan bearers.

Seeing this situation, some people couldn't help but feel curious.

"How about going and taking a look?" "I won't go, you go."

"I have to go check it out!"

Porters stood up in twos and threes, and when people moved toward that side, they discovered that people were hurriedly arriving outside the teahouse from other directions.

At this moment, Muxin Tea House was already full of seats, and people started to listen even outside the door.

"Snapped--"

Fu Chiyu fell in shock, and combined with the extended voice from Yi Shuyuan's mouth, it simulated lightning and thunder.

"Woohoo, woohoo"

The whistling sound of the wind was so real and the sense of atmosphere was so strong that many people subconsciously tightened their clothes in this warm weather.

The shopkeeper of Muxin Tea House looked in the direction of Yi Shuyuan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's really amazing!

However, this sigh was quickly attracted by the plot and integrated into the story again like other listeners.

“The river god protects me and protects me, and the weather is smooth~~~”

Yi Shuyuan's voice became extremely weird. It was an old and scary voice, as if he was singing some kind of terrifying ballad.

People who have been listening to the story know that this is the witch performing a ritual dance. Just hearing this voice and tone, a weird, terrifying and absurd picture is imagined in their minds.

There were storms, thunder and lightning, and the two boys and girls who were tied to the altar were gagged. The lightning illuminated their pale faces, and their tearful eyes were full of despair and fear.

A witch is dancing and praying in front of the stage.

Doing such a terrible thing, you come here to pray for blessings in your hometown and for good weather.

In this scene, the tone of Yi Shuyuan's narration also appeared at this moment, and his words were in line with what the audience was thinking.

"What an irony this is! What's even more ironic is that Nian Chaosheng, the Kaiyang Water God who has already been the Great River God, is actually in the water."

Under this atmosphere, everyone's scalp became numb again.

This is the storyteller’s official appearance of the river god in the book after only mentioning it at the beginning!

But no one thought this was the storyteller's procrastination. Although the River God had not appeared before, everything that happened was related to the River God. The appearance of the River God at this moment tightened everyone's heartstrings!

The witch's voice sounded again.

"After the ceremony~~~sacrifice to the river god and offer tribute~~~~"

"Ah, no!"

"Hold them, hold them!" "Hold them!"

Among the large number of people who were kneeling under the altar, there was obviously a commotion. Some were struggling and others were suppressing it. All the chaos was explained by the storyteller.

"Bang~"

Tables were overturned.

"Woo." "Woo."

The two children's gagged "whimpering" sounds were low but clearly audible.

In the wind and rain, there was the sound of "plop, plop" entering the water, and the heartbreaking screams of the children and their families.

In a tense moment, the storyteller's narration voice reappears.

"In the middle of the river, Nian Chaosheng quietly looked at everything on the bank and thought to himself: This is the awe that people have for me. This is proof that those who serve God are superior to mortals!"

"Daddy, if you don't want to eat, why don't you let me eat?"

As the narration passed, the voice of Catfish Spirit sounded, giving people a solid and turbid feeling, mixed with water vapor.

"Go!"

"Thank you, godfather~~hahahaha"

Yi Shuyuan deliberately performed the laughter here to be very terrifying, and the laughter became farther and farther away.

Even though the storyteller didn't say anything, everyone in the audience knew what the laughing thing was doing. Some children in the audience even couldn't help but whisper "Mother"!

This is also the moment!

"Pa~"

The Fu Chi fell again, shocking everyone's hearts before they came back to their senses.

"This is a section of "Sacrifice to the River God". If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next episode!"

Yi Shuyuan brought the curtain down on this story-telling with a powerful voice.

Many people who listened to the book breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little bit sad.

At this moment, even though almost everyone now fears gods, it can be said that at least at this moment, every listener has the thought that Kaiyang River God really deserves to die!

But the audience immediately realized that the storyteller had finished his book.

"Sir, can you say one more thing?" "Yes, sir, please say one more thing!"

"Sir, please finish talking about "The Fall of the River God"!" "That's right!"

"Finish it!"

Yi Shuyuan raised his head and looked around. My dear, not only was the teahouse crowded with people, but there were also many people lying outside the teahouse.

"Everyone, this paragraph has taken too long, so let's stop talking about it today!"

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan placed the unfolded folding fan on the table, his meaning was already very obvious.

Only then did all the listeners realize that this storyteller did not have the skills of a teahouse.

Many people came forward to put down copper coins on the fans, some were more or less, but most of them gave them. Yi Shuyuan usually didn't say anything and just handed over his hands to the visitors.

Outside the teahouse, although the tourists who listened to the book had not even ordered tea, many of them hesitated and went into the teahouse to put their hard-earned money on the fans.

"Thank you!"

Yi Shuyuan stood up, thanked them, and saluted them.

Hui Mian listened happily to Yi Shuyuan's ears.

"There are so many. Sir is so amazing. Sir is the most amazing!"

After all, it is impossible for everyone to have too much free time. After a while, most of the reluctant people dispersed, but there were still many tea drinkers in the teahouse, but it was not as crowded as before.

The shopkeeper walked to Yi Shuyuan's table with two plates of pastries, and couldn't help praising them as he held them in his hands.

"Sir, your storytelling skills are truly amazing! I think there is no one in the entire capital who can match you!"

Hui Mian in Yi Shuyuan's ear whispered proudly: "That's natural!"

Of course, it was impossible for Yi Shuyuan to say this, but he returned the gift to his boss.

"Thank you very much, the shopkeeper!"

The shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly.

"Oh, no, no, it's just right! Sir, are you willing to stay in my Muxin Teahouse for a long time as a storyteller? Don't worry, this tap will definitely be yours!"

Today's storyteller didn't talk about tapping at all. Yi Shuyuan just asked for a pot of foggy green tea, so he put up a fan to ask for help.

"Let's talk about it another day."

Yi Shuyuan sat down again, holding a tea cup in one hand to drink tea and moisten his throat, while he raised a heavy fan with the other hand.

There are quite a lot of copper coins on the fan, and some people who spend a lot of money put some small pieces of silver on it.

The shopkeeper was a little anxious. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a customer who was outside the teahouse walking into the hall with an entourage and arriving at Yi Shuyuan's table.

The visitor's entourage directly placed a gold ingot the size of a longan on Yi Shuyuan's fan.

Seeing this, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but look at the visitor. People in the capital were rich, and they were so generous!

The visitor bowed his hand to Yi Shuyuan.

"Seeing that Mr. Long's hair is as green as frost, may I ask if he is Mr. Yi from Mingzhou?"

This surprised Yi Shuyuan, so he stood up and returned the greeting.

"Perhaps Yi made some oversight, I wonder who you are?"

"Oh, my surname is Tan. I made a special trip to Mingzhou just to see my husband's storytelling style. I didn't expect that I didn't have the opportunity to meet him in Mingzhou, but today I heard my husband's book in the capital."

The man paused and couldn't help but praise.

"Worthy of being the sixteenth best in Mingzhou!"

"It's really a ridiculous compliment, and Yi is ashamed to deserve it!"

Yi Shuyuan was humble and polite, but he also felt that it was quite a coincidence. Although his story attracted a lot of people, the capital was so big after all.

"It's a pity that I came only half way downstairs. I didn't even have a seat in the building, and I didn't even listen to the whole book. I wonder if you can give me the honor to go home and talk about the book for half a month?"

Hearing the man's words, Yi Shuyuan smiled, took the ingot of gold off the fan and placed it on the table, shaking his head.

"Yi just came up with the idea of ​​telling stories here. I'm really sorry that I didn't immediately go to Gaomen Courtyard to tell a few people!"

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan had already taken out the money bag, wrapped it in a folding fan and poured it into the bag. The somewhat shriveled bag immediately bulged up.

"Mr. Yi, that's not what I meant!"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands and apologized again, then walked out of the teahouse, while the shopkeeper on the other side hurriedly chased him out and continued to persuade.

"Sir, could you please consider it again, sir?"

It's just that the storyteller didn't seem to be walking slowly, and the teahouse owner couldn't catch up.

The guest surnamed Tan in the teahouse was not anxious when he saw Yi Shuyuan walking out. He looked back at the gold on the table. This ingot of gold was many times more expensive than the fan.

But this storyteller was once praised as the sixteenth best in Mingzhou. Today, even after listening to only half of the story, I feel that this person is very skilled and must have seen some things in the world.

The man smiled. It must be that he didn't dislike it enough and was playing hard to get, right?

With this thought in mind, the man surnamed Tan also walked out of the teahouse, and his entourage grabbed the gold and followed him.

When he arrived outside the teahouse, the man only saw the shopkeeper panting slightly a dozen steps away. Other than that, the storyteller was nowhere to be seen at both ends of the street.

"Huh? Shopkeeper, where are Mr. Yi and his wife?"

"Let's go, let's go, I can't catch up."

The inquirer was stunned, he was only a few steps late!