What's the matter with the male supporting role of salted fish when the plot collapsed?

At this time, Li Qingya arrived at the nearest town.

Twenty years can't bring much change to Xiujie, and it's not enough to make Xiujie forget the two people who disappeared in the secret realm.Or rather those people have been waiting for them to come out.

If Nie Qingxuan was in his prime, he would naturally return to the Taiyi Immortal Sect without any fear, beating gongs and drums.But something went wrong with the old thing when he left Taiji.Now that 20 years have passed, the situation is unclear, and he dare not bring the disturbance back to Tai Yi without authorization.

Even if you take a step back, those people believe that he has not obtained the Demon Emperor's inheritance, but they will force him to confess the whereabouts of Yan Shengxiao, and even let him participate in the crusade against the Demon Emperor to prove his innocence. Wouldn't this offend the hero again and repeat the plot line? ?

Therefore, the best way is to let the missing person continue to disappear until Yan Shengxiao reveals his identity as the Demon Emperor himself.

Before entering the city, Li Qingya squatted on the side of the road and counted his property.

His magic tools and things from the secret realm are very recognizable and cannot be exchanged for money, and the top-grade spirit stones, whether issued by the sect or given by Nie Qingxuan, have the brand of Taiyi, and there is no way to spend them.

After all, he could only use twenty low-grade spirit stones plus ten middle-grade spirit stones.You can't do anything with this little money.

The first priority before him is not how to avoid being recognized, but to make money.There are thousands of miles between cities in Xiujie, and he can't always travel on two legs. In addition, there are daily expenses and the cost of buying new outfits. Everything needs money.

The entrance fee cost two low-grade spirit stones, and the assets shrank significantly.

The streets of the small town are not prosperous, there are few pedestrians, and only three or two shops are open.The guy hid behind the counter and yawned lazily, without any enthusiasm for attracting customers.

Li Qingya wandered around the city, picked an intersection with relatively many pedestrians, looked around, took out a piece of clothing and spread it on the ground.Then he took out all his scriptures and laid them out, thinking about it, these are the only things he can buy.

I picked up a wooden sign by the side of the road, engraved the words "sell second-hand scripts" with spiritual energy, and put it aside.

After finishing this, he squatted behind the stall with his hands in his hands and began to wait for customers to come to his door.

After all, this kind of pastime is not considered popular, and Li Qingya's business is not booming. Occasionally, one or two people pass by, and when they find that it is not the "street stall literature" they thought, they shake their heads and leave disappointed.

Finally, a pair of feet stopped in front of the shabby stall.

"Little brother, how do you sell this script?"

This was the first customer who showed a purchase, and Li Qingya replied excitedly: "One book has three low-grade spirit stones, and if you buy ten books, you will get a [-]% discount."

Attracted by the cheap price, the man knelt down and picked them up.After flipping through it for a while, he said disgustedly: "Your books are all old books, don't you have the latest ones?"

Li Qingya replied: "It's cheap because it's old. They are all genuine products. You can't lose money if you buy them."

"Such an old book. Make it cheaper, boss."

"Brother! How about the price of jumping from a building at a loss? It's already very affordable, there's no way it can be cheaper."

"If it's cheaper, I'll buy more."

Li Qingya bowed his head and struggled for a moment: "Okay, I'll give you a [-]% discount. It can't be any cheaper, and the business can't go on any longer. If it weren't for the kindness of the elder brother, it wouldn't be this price."

"Okay, the boss is refreshing. I want these twenty copies."

Li Qingya, who made his first deal, sighed deeply.

I didn't expect that the words learned from Ming Yize's "speculation" back then would be useful one day. It's a pity that Ming Yize made money when he said these words, and he really lost money.

He vaguely remembered that when he "run away from the sect" to join Ming Yize, saying that he would stay and work in the Ming family, his second senior brother entertained him with delicious food, and then turned his face and told the senior senior brother to take him away. I went back; on the contrary, Ming Yize let him stay for two more days when he didn't say he wanted to stay and work.

Now, he vaguely understood the reason.

On the third night, Li Qingya finally sold all his scripts.After counting, the total discount is 230 second-grade spirit stones.

He found an inn to rest for a night, changed into a neat and capable outfit, and the rest of the money was only enough for him to go to the next town.

When he arrived at the second town, Li Qingya, who had only [-] spirit stones left after paying the toll and entry fees, could only squat on the side of the road and sigh, thinking about what he could do with his indolent ability. What makes money.

After thinking about it, his only advantage is that he has enough books to read.

Looking left and right for a long time, he stared at a fat figure standing in front of the teahouse, and walked up.

"Shopkeeper, your voice is booming."

The shopkeeper of the tea house turned around and looked him up and down. He was dressed in a capable white robe, simple but not shabby.Although the whole face cannot be seen clearly with a mask on his face, his outstanding temperament is quite eye-catching.

"What advice do you have, little brother?"

Li Qingya explained with a smile: "I think the shopkeeper's tea house is located in a prosperous area, but the attendance rate is very low, and the average consumption per seat is not high. Would you like to try adding some entertainment, such as recruiting a storyteller?"

People who cultivate the world have very little appetite, but they still need daily entertainment.The restaurants could not continue to open, but the teahouses and restaurants were still very popular.

I thought they were here to give money, but I didn't expect they were here to ask for money. The fat shopkeeper waved his hand: "No, no, no."

Li Qingya held him back: "In this way, I will try to say that I don't need money for three days. After three days, the boss will decide whether to keep me or not according to the business in the teahouse. How about it?"

The fat shopkeeper had no intention of recruiting newcomers, but after thinking about it, he would not lose money if he tried. If he was not satisfied after three days, he would just drive him away.So I agreed.

Li Qingya asked the shopkeeper to set up a set of seats in the courtyard, made a cup of tea, and then went up with a gavel.Before the lecture, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. After the tea entered his throat, he understood why the business here was so bad.

With the sound of the gavel and the recitation of the finale poem, a story about sect grievances, love between sons and daughters, and righteousness in the world slowly unfolds... In order to earn some travel expenses, he used all his hard work.

In terms of cadence, Li Qingya is not as good as a professional storyteller.But he excels in reading countless books, and the stories are wonderful, strange and fascinating.And the excellent voice is still very attractive when not speaking "Zongmen Law Code".

A mysterious, talented, and handsome storyteller came to a teahouse in the city. His voice was nice and his stories were wonderful.After the gimmick was released, many people came to listen to it with the mentality of watching the excitement, but they couldn't move on after hearing it.

By the third day of the agreement with the shopkeeper, the teahouse was full of seats, and there were still people who wanted to buy standing tickets to listen to the book.When the work was over, the shopkeeper said with a smile on his face that Li Qingya could continue to come the next day.

Li Qingya clasped his hands together, and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about the salary. The tea fee is [-]% and other consumptions are the boss's, and the tipping money is all mine. I will talk about it here for a full month."

Hearing that the price shopkeeper's face was pulled down, but thinking of the huge profits Li Qingya had brought to the teahouse these days, fearing that he would run away, he gritted his teeth and responded: "Okay, just do as you said."

"The shopkeeper is refreshing!"

In this way, Li Qingya started his "career as a performer". He has no principles, suspense, horror, eroticism... The guests can add whatever they like to hear.

The only thing that annoyed him was that someone was always sneaking up on him while rewards were being offered.

What?A top-grade spirit stone was rewarded.Then keep touching it.

well.boy.

After talking for a full month, he went to bid farewell to the shopkeeper and collect his wages by the way.The shopkeeper asked the accountant to bring the money to no avail.

Count it again: "Shopkeeper, this number is wrong."

This month's attendance rate is full every day, even if a seat only accepts one person a day, it is impossible to calculate only three hundred spirit stones.

The fat shopkeeper's face changed, and he taught Li Qingya with the attitude of a superior: "Young people must know how to be content. I paid for the venue and the cost of the tea. You want to share [-]% of the profit just by talking about it, which is unavoidable." What a robber. I paid you fairly."

Li Qingya understood that this meant looking down on technology investment.His head was full of question marks, did he look like a cabbage?Or is there a very powerful force behind the shopkeeper at the early stage of Jindan?

"Shopkeeper, may I ask, are you a Geng this year?"

"55." The fat shopkeeper was a little proud, for his age to be able to reach the golden core stage was considered pretty good in the civilian casual cultivation.After entering the golden core stage, he can live another 200 years.

Li Qingya sighed: "In general, I am a civilized person. You should show enough respect when I speak up." After all, if he is about to make a move, the shopkeeper may not have a chance to speak.

The fat shopkeeper thought he was looking for a job, so he rushed to the case, but he was pinned on the table before he could make a move.

The fat shopkeeper was shocked, and began to guess Li Qingya's cultivation in a panic: "Golden core middle stage? Golden core late stage? Yuanying stage?"

Li Qingya didn't answer him, but broke the restriction of his Qiankun bag, found out the account book and looked it up: "This month's tea fee is [-] yuan, and the net profit is [-] yuan. According to the agreement, you should give me [-] low-grade spirit stones."

The man obviously let go of his hand, but he still couldn't move.The fat shopkeeper was in a panic, and finally realized that what he met was not an uncultivated commoner, but a big boss.

He is so capable, why don't he go to a sect to eat offerings, and go to their small place to teach and earn money?What about funny?

The shopkeeper wanted to cry without tears: "Da Da Da... Your Excellency, please forgive me, I will give you the money right now."

After receiving the money, Li Qingya counted it again, and confirmed that the amount was correct and received it in his arms: "Okay, no problem, I wish the shopkeeper a prosperous business. Oh, and—"

The fat shopkeeper thought that he was looking for trouble again, so he shook his legs and almost fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingya said: "According to my age, you should call me uncle. Why are you calling me a young man?"

Fat shopkeeper: ...

After receiving the wages, Li Qingya quickly left the city.

Working part-time is very difficult. In addition to hard work and being taken advantage of by customers, you also have to fight wits and courage with unscrupulous bosses.He really missed the days when he was "nurtured".

Going around, going through twists and turns, and almost being "trafficked", Li Qingya finally came to Huayue City.This is the territory of Tianxianglou, Tianxianglou is also a large sect, and the headquarters is in the city, so Huayue City is also extremely prosperous and prosperous.

The Fragrance Tasting Conference held once every ten years is about to be held. Tian Xiang is a good dancer with long sleeves, and has good friendship with both good and evil. Therefore, during the Fragrance Tasting Conference, all sects will come to envoys, and Huayue City will be more prosperous.

Naturally, I came here to join in the fun.

In order not to sit and eat, Li Qingya started looking for a job as soon as he landed.Huayue City has a well-developed entertainment industry, and there is a great demand for art such as storytelling and singing, and there are even specialized industries.

I found a place to recruit a storyteller, and the boss of Yanxia Pavilion who interviewed him was a charming woman. After hearing him speak for a while, she smiled and said: "It's a good story, the rhythm and tone are well grasped, but the subject matter needs to be changed. A change. Your story is good, but not strong enough. To catch the ears of ordinary people, you have to tell something interesting."

She took a leisurely puff of dry tobacco, exhaled a thin puff of smoke, and continued: "What's so exciting? Gossip. Whose gossip? Those big bosses. Taiyi Mozong Qiankun Court, Penglai Island in the northern border of Xijiang... which one?" Which one is the big wrist talking about?"

Li Qingya: "I'm stupid, can you please give me a specific example?" Why doesn't he remember any gossip?I racked my brains to think of one or two, but there was nothing to say, nothing interesting to say.

The boss replied: "Then you can go to the studio to listen to it later. The storyteller there is very popular recently. Come back and tell me what you think. This is tea money."

As he spoke, he put five mid-grade spirit stones on the table.

This is to inquire about the enemy's situation plus pre-job training?

Li Qingya, who was gradually adapting to the workplace life, was kind and kind, and nodded in response: "Okay."

According to the boss's order, he came to Dui Studio. It was indeed full of guests, and there were many people of status.The furnishings are naturally much more gorgeous than his place in the small city.

In the center of the circular building is a lotus pond. On the lotus pond is a beautifully decorated platform, on which a qin girl is currently performing.

The owner of Yanxia Pavilion gave a lot of money, but here it was only enough for a cup of tea in the corner of the lobby.

After waiting for a while, it was finally the storyteller's turn to play.He is a man with outstanding appearance and temperament. As soon as he appeared, someone greeted him and discussed the plot with him yesterday.

He greeted a few words with a smile, turned his head and went to the stage.The gavel sounded, and the story continued.

All the listeners listened with gusto, only Li Qingya's face became weirder the more he listened.

Yin Xuehan is now the leader of the blood alliance?He also has a white moonlight fiancee?Did he call off the marriage when he was down and out?And he still misses this person?

This fiancée had seduced Xia Rong back then, did the two turn against each other because of "her"? ! ! !

Li Qingya gradually came to his senses.This fiancee won't be talking about him, will she?

No!None of his business.It's right not to admit it to death.

In the evening, he returned to Yanxia Pavilion without a word.He has already understood the storytelling routine here—make it up, make it up vigorously, make it up as exciting as possible.

The boss smiled satisfied when he heard his answer: "Yes, don't be embarrassing. It's like this in every house. The listeners don't care whether you are telling the truth or not. They just want to be happy after hearing it. It's making money, it's not shabby."

He raised a question: "What should we talk about in order to compete with the studio for customers?"

The boss thought for a while: "Why don't you talk about Daoist Heng Jun? I heard that he was the number one scumbag in the cultivation world back then, and now all the big guys who can be named have been scumbags by him."

As he spoke, he revealed a meaningful smile.

Li Qingya, who was just about to take a sip of tea to calm down his shock, was so startled that he choked on a mouthful of water and coughed for a while before recovering.It doesn't matter that Senior Sister Mo is a real person, let him fabricate rumors about his teacher out of thin air, but he can't tell, so let Mo Zong catch the scourge.

"I think of one, I don't know if the boss thinks it's okay..."

After hearing his detailed explanation, the woman's eyes lit up: "Okay. Let's talk about it this way. Mr. is really talented, I read Mr. right!"

After sending the boss away, Li Qingya sighed helplessly, it was all forced by life.There are so many people telling stories about the Demon Lord, so if he spends some food, he probably won't be targeted.

The next day, he officially went to work.

The stories he made up are a bit like fighting against a photo studio.

In his story, that Bai Yueguang was just an excuse, a stand-in.Xia Rong's true love has always been Yin Xuehan... The bond between the two is deep, but because of their ideals, personalities and standpoints, they love each other but also hurt each other.

Xia Rong could easily kill Yin Xuehan back then, why didn't he do it but let him develop?Yin Xuehan hated Xia Rong so much, why did he endure humiliation in Mozong for many years?

It's all because of love.

This kind of love between the strong and the sword is too novel for those who cultivate the world.

In order to tell this story well, Li Qingya even took out his ten successes in writing abusive essays, and he must make every word sharp and every sentence like a knife.

The audience burst into tears, but he was the only one who knew that this was just "one person's love story".

In the private seat on the second floor, a Mo Sect disciple rose up when he heard half of the case, and said angrily: "The right protector! The boy below is making up the arrangement of the Venerable Lord and the Lord Yin. Shall we arrest him?"

The right protector wiped away the tears covering his face with his sleeve, and grabbed him: "Wait a while, catch him after he finishes speaking."

However, Protector You was still crying when the person left, and had no intention of arresting him at all.Seeing the suspicious eyes of his subordinates, Protector You explained: "I'll catch them tomorrow."

But the next day, instead of arresting anyone, he even brought a handkerchief to wipe his tears.The disciples of Mozong understood that they only wanted to listen to stories, and they didn't want to arrest people at all.

A disciple suggested: "Guardian Right, why don't we arrest him and imprison him in Mozong, and let him tell you stories every day. This way the tea money will be saved." God knows why the tea fee here is so expensive, it is almost necessary to manage the travel expenses His flesh hurts to death.

Unexpectedly, Guardian Right was furious when he heard this, and raised his hand to slap him on the head: "Are you lacking morals! Others work hard to tell stories to earn a few living money, and you not only don't want to give money, but also want to arrest them! Are you lacking?" Wicked? Wicked or not?"

The subordinate ran away with his head in his arms: Stop hitting, I know you are a genuine reader.

Upstairs was still noisy, but Li Qingya who finished his book was stopped by the waiter who brought tea and water: "Mr. Duan, there is a guest in the private room who wants to buy you a drink and give you money."

Xiaoer smiled happily, but Li Qingya's heart sank because of his sensitive identity.

Who will be looking for him?