The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

I have to say that Tongfu Tea House’s business is indeed very good.

After all, you can drink a pot of crude tea for a few bucks.

If you buy another snack, you can sit here leisurely all day.

Attracted many ordinary people.

Wait until the seats are packed.

The storytelling performance below begins.

However, it is different from the past.

This time, the person performing on stage was not the old gentleman, but a young man.

Looks to be in his early twenties.

Although the audience has no age limit on the storyteller.

But generally speaking, the older a storyteller is, the more valuable they are.

The older I am, the more experience I have.

The more books you know, the more skilled you will be in doing this baggage buttoning.

Many regular customers began to shout and question.

The shopkeeper quickly came out to smooth things over.

Said that the old gentleman suddenly fell ill and could not come.

The old gentleman didn't want to ruin everyone's fun, so he specially arranged for his juniors to perform for him.

The shopkeeper praised the young man.

But the audience didn't buy it and started shouting to leave.

When the shopkeeper saw that the situation was not good, he was worried about causing public outrage.

So, he quickly said that there would be no reward for this storytelling, and each table would be given a plate of fennel beans for free.

This suppressed everyone's dissatisfaction.

Look at the young man wearing a long gown, his face is calm, and he has no stage fright at all.

After bowing to everyone, he walked onto the stage.

In front of him, there was just a table, a chair, a cup of tea, a fan, and a foot.

"In ancient times, the founder of Shu Mountain, Yimeizhenren, forged the "Purple and Green Swords" on the top of Shu Mountain. However, when the purple and green swords first came out of their sheaths, they rejected each other..."

This post-born character has a clear pronunciation, and the body movements and expressions are vividly performed.

It doesn't look like he's a new guy at all.

Coupled with the bizarre twists and turns of the story he told, everyone's attention was quickly drawn into that bizarre world.

The person at the next table is a regular customer of Tongfu Teahouse.

They murmured: "Why haven't I heard this story? Have you heard it?"

"No."

The people at the same table shook their heads.

These are "book baskets" that hang out in teahouses all year round.

What kind of story haven’t you heard?

But what the young young people on the stage said were unheard and unseen by them.

What is "storytelling"?

Storytellers tell historical stories or myths and legends, often with comments and discussions, hence the name storytelling.

Some of these stories are hearsay, and some are made up.

Since they have never heard the story told by this young man, it means that it is made up now!

This is amazing!

Lin Mo was even more shocked after hearing this.

Isn't this the plot of "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman"?

Although there have been changes, the place names have also been changed.

But the overall plot is pretty much the same.

Could it be that the young youngster on stage is the famous "Lord of the Pearl Tower" in later generations?

Although this world is very similar to the Blue Star in his previous life during the Republic of China, the timeline, history, and countries are still different.

Therefore, many historical events and historical figures are far from what Lin Mo remembers.

Time passed bit by bit.

However, everyone was silent and could not feel the passage of time at all.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he was a little worried about whether this young man could hold up the scene.

Now looking at the performance of the audience, my worries are obviously unnecessary.

"When Yi Mei was overjoyed, she was attacked by the purple and green swords, and the purple and green swords were nowhere to be found..."

The story ends abruptly here.

This was the first time he met a character who almost matched the prototype in his memory.

"Is this gone?"

"and then?"

The audience kept asking questions.

"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

Snapped!

With a slap on the jaw, the young man bowed to everyone and walked off the field directly.

This is just like the fragmented writing of articles in previous lives. Once the exciting part is reached, the rest is gone.

If you want to read the later chapters, you have to wait until the next day.

Family members, who understands this feeling?

Everyone was itching and wanted to join the show.

But he was told by the shopkeeper that he would have no free time in this life.

To listen to the next show, you have to wait for someone to make time.

Yes, you have to look at other people’s faces.

But who told him to say it so well!

This hook remains, and people who want to listen to it in the future will definitely come back.

The people at the same table smacked their lips.

"This story is interesting. It is much more thrilling than ordinary martial arts novels..."

Lin Mo nodded.

Of course he knows how exciting this story is.

In his local Blue Star, Huanzhu Louzhu is known as the "Martial Arts Giant" and the "King of Modern Martial Arts Novels".

"The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" is one of his sensational masterpieces. It is a fantasy, magnificent and far-reaching influence.

The academic community regards it as an "encyclopedia of martial arts" and "unprecedented wonders in the novel world."

Mr. Ni, one of the "Four Great Talents in Hong Kong", praised him as "the best book in the world".

Although it is an exaggeration, it is enough to show how popular "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" is.

It is natural to be so attractive.

At this time, Lin Mo suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man walking out of the teahouse after chatting with the shopkeeper.

Something moved in his heart.

He slapped a big ocean on the table and asked the waiter to pay.

He hurried downstairs and chased after the young man.

"Sir, stay!"

The young man turned his head, pointed at himself and asked, "Are you calling me?"

Lin Mo nodded.

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I can't bear the title 'Sir'."

Lin Mo praised: "Hey, sir, you are too humble! The stories you just told were bizarre and wonderful, and your storytelling skills are so proficient that you are no less than a veteran among them. Naturally, you deserve to be called 'sir'."

"Brother, you are so complimented!"

The young man held his hands in joy.

As the saying goes: You can wear a lot of clothes, but you can never wear flattery.

Lin Mo's compliment made the younger generation have a good impression of him.

It also narrowed the distance between the two.

Lin Mo made a couple of sentences, then got straight to the point and asked, "Lin Mo, may I ask your name?"

When he came on stage before, he did not introduce himself.

The young man replied: "Li Changshou!"

"It shouldn't be!"

Lin Mo felt strange, this name didn't fit!

He asked: "Sir, isn't your name Li Shanji?"

Li Changshou shook his head.

Lin Mo asked: "Never changed your name?"

Although Li Changshou thought Lin Mo's question was a bit strange.

But his good qualities still allowed him to patiently say: "This name was given by my father and has never been changed."

"This is strange. Isn't it the 'Returning the Pearl Master'?"

Lin Mo became more and more curious.

"Why return the pearl to the landlord?" Li Changshou asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Lin Mo waved his hand.

Since it doesn't match the number, forget it, there's nothing to delve into.

Li Changshou thought Lin Mo was weird.

Lin Mo asked again: "May I ask, sir, if this story has a name?"

Li Changshou smiled and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"I do have a name here. I wonder if Mr. Li would like to hear it?"

"Oh, you might as well come and listen."

Although Li Changshou said so, he actually had no expectations in his heart.

I just wanted to send Lin Mo away quickly.

Lin Mo spoke slowly: "Many of the stories Mr. told were about chivalrous people and flying swords and jumping pills. I think it would be better to call it "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman". How about that?"

"The Legend of Shushan Swordsman..."

Li Changshou's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and praised, "What a great name! It really speaks to my heart!"

Lin Mo thought to himself.

Of course.

Maybe this is the name you gave yourself in another world.

Li Changshou made a long bow.

"Brother Lin, I hope that Brother Lin will give me more opinions when I perform on stage in the future!"

Lin Mo quickly held him up.

"I don't think I should take my opinion seriously. Mr. Li is a great talent. I think he will become famous in the literary world in the future and his voice will be heard all over the world. This storytelling is one less thing to listen to, so Lin must go and support it."

"Brother Cheng Lin's good words."

Now that the doubts in my mind have been solved.

Lin Mo didn't stay any longer.

The two said goodbye.

Li Changshou murmured in a low voice: "Huan Zhu Louzhu? It sounds weird, but it is interesting. Why not use this name next time you submit an article to the newspaper?"