Yuanshin: Xiangshengtang went bankrupt, I made movies to make money.

Seeing her father dealing with herself like this, Xiangling was a little depressed, pouted her cheeks, and said angrily: "What I said is true! I really have a solution!"

"Cracker! Take out the projector and show it to father!" Xiangling said to the rice cooker beside him.

"Lu!"

Guoba nodded, then raised the projector above his head, trying to be as conspicuous as possible for Master Mao to see.

Master Mao looked up and saw the wooden box Guoba took out, his eyes were full of bewilderment and puzzlement.

"what is this?"

"Have you invented any new seasoning? And there are so many?"

Master Mao thought that the wooden box contained Xiangling's secret seasoning. After all, his daughter's talent in food is unmatched.

I often fiddle with some weird seasonings and blend them into the dishes, which can indeed have an eye-catching effect.

but……

Master Mao looked at the scene in the opposite square, full of diners surrounding the storyteller, and sighed.

"Xiangling, it's no longer possible to rely on delicious food to solve the problem, the customers are attracted by storytelling..."

"I know!" Xiangling nodded, took the projection in her hand, and showed it to Master Mao.

"Then you still take out this seasoning box..."

Master Mao looked at the 'seasoning box' that Xiangling handed him with some puzzlement.

"Spice box?"

Xiangling shook her head and explained to her father: "This is not a seasoning box!"

"This is a projector, a magical thing that can tell stories instead of a storyteller, and it's much better than a storyteller!"

"Can this wooden box tell a story? Better than a storyteller?"

When Master Mao heard this, he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Then he reached out and touched his daughter's forehead, and then touched his own forehead.

"No fever?" Master Mao was a little puzzled, "It's really strange."

"Father!"

Seeing her father's reaction, Xiangling stomped her feet angrily!

"Forget it, you may not be able to listen to the explanation ten thousand times, why don't you just open it and let you have a look!"

Xiangling took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and said to Guoba:

"Cracker, open it and let father take a look."

"Lu!"

Hearing this, Guoba quickly put down the projector, and then quickly ran in the direction of Wanmin Hall.

After a while, Guoba came back, holding a white sheet.

"What is this for?" Master Mao was puzzled. Shouldn't you use tables, chairs and gavels to tell stories?

Xiangling didn't explain, she immediately took the white sheet from Guoba's hand, then took down the banner with the three characters "Wanmintang", and tied the white sheet on it.

Regarding the use of the projector, Li Yan had told Xiangling about it, so Xiangling also knew how to use it very well.

"The curtain is ready, Guoba, go and turn on the projector!" Xiangling said to Guoba.

"Lu!"

Guoba nodded, then picked up the projector, adjusted the distance from the screen, and determined the best focusing distance.

"Snapped!"

As the rice cake was pressed, the button made a crisp sound, followed by the 'click' sound of the mechanical operation of the clockwork and bearings in the projector.

After a while, the lens in front of him projected a bright light, which covered the entire curtain, and a few large characters suddenly appeared on the curtain.

Produced by Xiangshengtang!

! ! ! ! !

"This, this, what is this!"

Master Mao looked at the five large characters on the curtain in astonishment, his face was full of surprise, and he couldn't help asking questions.

Looking at her father's astonished expression, Xiangling felt very happy.

"You didn't believe me just now, so you're surprised now!"

"Eh..." Master Mao didn't expect his daughter to have this side.

However, Xiangling did not make things difficult for her father, and immediately explained: "This is the projector I just mentioned that can tell stories! It is completely different from the traditional storyteller's story!"

"Traditional storytelling can only be told by the storyteller. If the storyteller tells it well, the audience can also get involved in the story."

"But if the storyteller's level is average, then for the audience, no matter how wonderful the story is, it will feel boring and boring!"

When Xiangling said this, her tone changed and she became quite proud, "But the projector is different!"

"It presents the picture of the story directly in front of everyone, and any scene and character in the story can be perfectly presented!"

"You don't need the audience to make up the picture, you can see it directly! Hear it! Whether it is a beautiful scenery or a majestic protagonist, everyone can feel it intuitively!"

"Directly let the audience become the witness of the story! Instead of the listener."

Although Xiangling had only seen the projector once, she, the promoter, could feel the pride of Li Yan's amazing talent.

"I won't say too much, father, you can see for yourself!"

Master Mao nodded when he heard the words. This time he was extremely serious, found a seat and sat down to look at the scene on the curtain that surprised him.

A rock element symbol appeared, and then turned into the figure of the rock king, floating in the sky, surrounded by countless demon gods.

At the same time as the picture appeared, the voice of an old man full of vicissitudes also sounded.

"It is said that during the war of the demon gods, Liyue was the place where the demon gods fought. The rock king, who protected mankind, could not bear the suffering of the common people, cleaned up the demons from all directions, and established the kingdom of Liyue together with the immortals to protect mankind..."

The screen of the movie also changes continuously with the sound, and in just a few dozen seconds, Liyue's vicissitudes and changes are vividly described.

Especially seeing the transformation process of Liyuegang from scratch in the picture, it directly made Master Mao's eyes widen.

This kind of vicissitudes of life, the impact of the city from wooden houses to high-rise buildings really shocked Master Mao's three views and mind.

Soon, the story background of the magical version of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" was finished, and Master Mao couldn't help but sigh.

"It turns out that this is how the Hall of Rebirth came, and it is also related to the Emperor Yanwang, and the mission it shoulders is indeed great!"

Master Mao is now immersed in the story in the movie!

He stared at the screen intently, wanting to know what the story would turn into later, and his perception of the outside world was also minimized.

Even if a guest came to ask, he didn't know it, and he didn't hear it at all.

"Hey, are you still doing business?"

Just as the guest was about to complain, he subconsciously looked at Master Mao, and his eyes widened when he saw the picture on the curtain!

"This, what is this! Why is this painting still moving?"

Chapter 19

"Lu?"

The sudden visitor made Guoba, who was also watching a movie, move his ears, then he came back to his senses and turned to look at him.

"Lululu! Lou, Lou!"

Guoba stretched out his claws and grabbed Xiangling's arm, shaking it vigorously.

"Don't make trouble, Guoba!" Xiangling said without turning her head: "It's time for the exciting time, and we will soon arrive at the ruins of the ancient country on the snow mountain!"

The casserole was pushed away, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly gained momentum, walked up to Xiangling seriously, and shouted loudly!

"Lululu!"

"Hmm!" Xiangling was taken aback by the crispy rice.

"What are you doing! Crispy rice!" Xiangling looked at the rice crust with some displeasure.

"Lululu!" Guoba pointed to the guest with his paw, and then pointed to the opposite Xinyuexuan.

"That's right! We're still competing!" Xiangling was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, she patted her smooth forehead annoyed.

"How did I forget such an important thing! Really..."

"Hey... But I can't blame it. I can only blame Li Yan's projector for telling stories. It's so beautiful that I can't help but be addicted to it even after watching it for the second time!"

Xiangling quibbled to the rice crust.

"Lu!?" The whole bear was shocked by Guoba, and looked at Xiangling in disbelief.

"By the way, we still have to attract customers! Don't be so obsessed with stories!"

Under the reminder of Guoba, Xiangling woke up in time, and then walked to the projector with a smirk.

"I remember Li Yan said that this button can adjust the volume of the sound!"

Xiangling found the sound setting button of the projector, then turned the button to the right, and the sound of the movie started to get louder.

Until the sound started to get loud enough that the entire Huyan Square could hear it.

And the picture on the curtain at this moment is the 75th generation hall master, Hu Tao's grandfather was buried in the ice crevasse by the avalanche, and then entered the bridge section where he encountered the ruins of the ancient country of Fendenir in the mountains.

"Boom!"

The sudden increase in the sound was deafening. Not only did Master Mao and the guest, who were watching the story carefully, not be scared away, but they followed the sound and watched more attentively, as if they were really at the scene.

The thick snow accumulated on the mountain for thousands of years rolled down, rushing along the cliff like a thousand troops, ruthlessly crushing everything along the way!

The razor-sharp snow-capped mountain wind followed the avalanche from the mountains to the valley, and the violent speed resounded in people's ears like the devil's scream, as if it was going to drag the whole world into hell!

"Ah! Help me!"

"Help me! I don't want to die! Ah!"

"No!"

In the picture, the members of the expedition team screamed for help under the ruthless natural disaster, and the voice of despair spread throughout the square from the speakers in the projector.

On the east side of the square, the site of Crescent Pavilion.

The entire east side of the square was filled with tables and chairs, and the seats were full.

After everyone heard about the culinary competition here, they all came here with their families, or groups of three or five friends. They sat around eating delicious food, drinking wine, listening to stories, singing songs, How happy!

The storyteller at the center even told the story ups and downs, which made the diners applaud one after another. When the story was passionate, many people applauded.

"Mr. Zhang is right! This "Yasha Fumolu" is really painful! Come on!"

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! My blood boils!"

"Mr. Zhang's storytelling skills are probably comparable to those of the Doctor of Tea in Heyu Teahouse!"

"Boom!"

"Ah! Help me!"

"Help me! I don't want to die yet!"

"what!"

Just as everyone was feeling emotional, suddenly there was a deafening sound, followed by extremely shrill screams and wailing.

The shrill voice shocked everyone, they all stopped and followed the voice.

Mr. Zhang, the storyteller on the stage, was eloquently telling stories, but he was taken aback by the shrill voice, and quickly looked over.

"what happened?"

"Someone is calling for help! Do you hear that?"

"How could I not have heard it! The loud voice just now, the yelling was so miserable, I wonder if that person is dead!"

"It seems to be coming from the west, let's go and have a look!"

"Let's go! Go and have a look! By the way, inform Qianyan Army! Don't let the Demon God appear!"