ming a saint" only taught some strange and peculiar things.What about qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, what about physics, chemistry, what about mechanics and electronics...He even teaches things..."Young master, what are you laughing at"

The old storyteller asked, somewhat dissatisfied.

Ye Qingyun hurriedly shook his head.

"It's nothing, please continue talking."

The storyteller withdrew his gaze and continued with his tale.

After only listening for a while, Ye Qingyun burst into laughter again.

The storyteller looked at him again.

The other patrons in the teahouse glared again at Ye Qingyun.

"Hey kid, we were totally engrossed in what we were listening to. What are you doing here"

A man stood up and shouted.

Ye Qingyun ignored the man and looked at the old story teller instead.

"Sir, this section of your book has been around for many years, hasn't it"

The storyteller was taken aback.

"Sir, what do you mean I have been telling this story for decades. Every time I tell it, the audience listens with great interest. I wonder why you keep laughing"

"Could it be that what old man I said is laughable"

Ye Yun waved his hand.

"No, it's not that what Mr. said is ridiculous, but this book is simply too outdated."

The old storyteller, upon hearing this, instantly burst into a cold laugh.

"Hmph, I've been telling stories for thirty years, and the tale of the Azure Sword Hero has always been a favorite. It's stood the test of time for so many years. Why do you say it's outdated"

Other guests also began to blame Ye Qingyun.

This young man doesn't even know where he came from, daring to say that the story of the Qingjian Swordsman is outdated

Even after being passed down for a hundred years, this classic story remains timeless.

"A boy with no manners, speaks recklessly without knowing how his elders taught him."

......

The old storyteller, seeing so many people supporting him, was even more pleased for a moment.

"Young man, apologize to this old man here. Let's just forget about today's events."

This is to make Ye Qingyun apologize to him.

Ye Qingyun didn't want to argue with him.

But if you try to pull rank on me, then I won't stand for it.

"Why should I apologize Did I say something wrong Your story is old and clichéd, so boring."

"I might as well go up and say it myself."

Upon hearing this, the story-teller burst into laughter.

"Haha, after so many years of storytelling, I've never seen such an arrogant young man like you."

"Alright, alright. Today, old man will give you this spot."

"Come come come, let this old man hear hear, what can you, this arrogant young man, possibly say"

The storyteller walked down directly.

Ye Qingyun was not intimidated.

"Let me tell you, if I take your job, don't blame me."

The old man sneered.

"As an old storyteller like me, I've been making a living from this bowl of rice for thirty years. If any of you young folks can snatch my livelihood away, I'll bow down to you three times right here and now."

Ye Qingyun stared at the old man.

"Didn't you say so"

"That was me."

Have you all heard it too

"My guests can all attest to this!"

The old man was full of confidence, completely unconvinced that Ye Qingyun could speak better than him.

Just kidding.

Storytelling seems simple at first glance.

However, it is actually very difficult.

Old Man Huang has been telling stories for thirty years, a skill he learned from his father.

It can be said that they are a storytelling family.

Doesn't every storyteller nowadays have decades of honing their craft

Let's see what this kid has to say.

"These young people nowadays are truly ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth."

"He's probably going to be so ashamed that he'll have to bow his head and apologize to Old Huang in a bit."

......

All the guests were also waiting to see a good show.

Ye Qingyun stood on the stage, calm and composed, his expression serene.

He picked up the gavel.

Slap!

With a crisp sound, there was a bit of a storyteller's flair.

Today, I, Ye Qingyun, shall speak a few words before you all.

"Well, the book I'm talking about, perhaps none of you have ever heard of it."

This novel is called *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*!

Everyone was taken aback.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes

That's really unheard of.

And this name is also a bit peculiar, isn't it

The old man's mouth twitched.

"I have no idea."

Ye Qingyun smiled faintly and spoke.

A hundred years ago, there was a dynasty called the Southern Song. It was a time of great peril, with war raging and foreign invaders threatening from all sides.

“Our story begins during that time.”

On this day, wind and snow swept across the heavens. A Taoist priest walked through the snow and came to a village called Niujia Village.

"This Niujiacun..."

At first, everyone listened with disdain.

But as they listened, everyone gradually became engrossed.

Especially when they heard that Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaoting's family had suffered a terrible disaster, many people angrily slammed their tables and expressed their indignation.

"This Wanyan Honglie is truly despicable!"

Damn scoundrel!

"Damn him for not being killed by Zhuge Liang!"

.....

The old man was a little dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that the book Ye Qingyun mentioned would be so captivating.

Just this opening segment alone had the guests completely captivated.

Ye Qingyun saw this and smiled faintly in his heart.

"I'm not good at telling stories, but the books in my mind are like a vast ocean. I could talk for a hundred years and still not finish them all."

He continued telling the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

It went on to say that the Seven Assassins of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji fought at Smoke Rain Tower. Afterward, both sides agreed to each seek out the descendants of Guo Yang's two families.

It is said that the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan traveled all the way north to the desert and found themselves in the vast expanse of the Gobi.

Finally, in the desolate north, they found a child, who was the descendant of Guo Yang's two families from that year!

Slap!!!

Ye Qingyun suddenly pounded the gavel again, causing all the guests in the hall to be startled.

And then, what happened next!

To be continued!

After finishing his words, Ye Qingyun bowed to the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone woke up like from a dream.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking"

"Keep talking!"

"Who is the child that the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan found"

"Are you a descendant of Guo Xiaoteng Or Yang Tiexin"

"Keep going!"

......

Everyone was very dissatisfied.

I was enjoying it so much, but then it cut off! Who can stand that

Ye Qingyun smiled faintly.

"My friends, I am not a storyteller."

Everyone was stunned.

Then he realized.

The real storyteller, Old Man Huang, was still standing at the back.

They all turned around.

Only to see that the old man, Huang, was now completely dejected, his whole being seemingly devoid of energy.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But he couldn't say anything.

The old man Huang had been deeply moved by the story told to him by Ye Qingyun.

Compared to Ye Qingyun's story, that so-called story of the Azure Sword Swordsman was indeed too outdated.

There's no comparison at all.

Now this is what I call a story.

The old man suddenly burst into tears.

"All these years, I've been a frog at the bottom of a well."

Ye Qingyun scratched his head.

Why are you crying again

Just as he was about to leave the stage, a middle-aged man quickly walked up to Ye Qingyun and bowed deeply to him.

"Sir, I am the proprietor of this teahouse. Would you be so kind as to continue entertaining our guests with another tale"d one of the best eaters among them and has always loved good food.But this hot pot, he had never tasted anything so delicious.Whether it's the taste or the texture, it was all incredibly novel to him...