Chapter 17: Cross-Dressing

urself into it.The middle-aged driver took a deep breath."We are from the Xiao family of Beichuan. We ask for your kindness and to not make things difficult for us."This was a display of power, hoping...The teahouse owner came out.

He had been watching from the sidelines all along. When he saw Ye Qingyun about to take the stage to speak, his heart was filled with disdain.

After all, he had been listening to Huang Lao Han read for so many years and knew very well about Huang Lao Han's abilities.

What can a young person possibly say

This will definitely be very revealing.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingyun's storytelling was a complete disaster.

He completely outdid the old man.

Just look at these patrons clamoring to hear more, you can tell how popular that passage Ye Qingyun just read was.

This is the first time Old Huang has ever experienced this kind of effect.

The teahouse owner couldn't sit still any longer, so he quickly came out to invite Ye Qingyun and continue his storytelling within his own teahouse.

Tea houses and storytellers have always complemented each other.

For a teahouse to thrive, it is highly effective to entice a talented storyteller to perform regularly at their establishment.

Ye Qingyun shook his head.

I'm not a storyteller. If you want to hear a story, let that old man continue.

After finishing his speech, Ye Yun gracefully descended the stage.

The old man was ashamed to the core.

He knew very well that even if he wanted to go on stage and give a speech right now, people probably wouldn't want to listen anymore.

It's really the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, it's so immersive.

Your old stories just can't compare.

"Sir, I apologize for my previous blunder."

Ye Qingyun was very polite, bowing deeply to Old Man Huang.

He doesn't want to bully people.

It was just a moment of competitiveness that made me say those words.

Since the effect has been achieved now, naturally we won't push too far and make it difficult for others to step down.

After all, this old man makes a living by storytelling.

Breaking someone's rice bowl is not a good thing.

"Oh, old man, I should be the one apologizing to you."

The old man Huang smiled wryly, bowing to Ye Qingyun in greeting.

Ye Qingyun quickly helped the old man Huang.

That won't do.

The old man sighed.

"This old man would like to ask the young master, is the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes written by you"

Ye Qingyun mysteriously smiled.

"No, it isn't."

"Oh But I wonder who made it"

Ye Qingyun's eyes gazed far away.

"This story was made by an old gentleman surnamed Jin. This man was a scholar of great learning, existing like a sage of literature and the Way."

The old man's face was full of shock.

The Sage of Literature

That's like a god-like being!

"Where is this Mr. Jin I wish to visit him."

Ye Qingyun shook his head.

Mr. Jin had long passed away.

The old man felt a bit regretful.

"That's too bad."

Ye Qingyun smiled and said, "Although Mr. Jin has passed away, he left countless wonderful and extraordinary stories for us later generations."

The old man looked around, seeing everyone staring at them, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Young Master, why don't you go back on stage and say a few more words Otherwise, these guests won't let you leave so easily."

Those guests were all staring at Ye Qingyun.

That would make me want to tie Ye Qingyun to the stage.

Ye Qingyun was also a bit helpless.

"Well then, let me tell you all another story."

Ye Qingyun takes the stage again.

Before he even spoke, he was met with applause.

The old man Huang was also sitting expectantly below, wanting to hear how wonderful Ye Qingyun would continue.

Ye Qingyun continued to tell the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Everyone was listening intently.

When Ye Qingyun said that the Seven Wonders of Jiangnan recognized Guo Jing, everyone in attendance cheered.

And when the crowd heard that Guo Jing bent his bow and shot at a big hawk, he was awarded the title of Golden Saber son-in-law, they cheered with delight.

They had never heard stories with such exhilarating plotlines before.

It's like stepping into a brand new world.

Unknowingly, the whole teahouse was filled with people.

Even outside the teahouse, a crowd had gathered, listening intently to the sounds coming from within.

"The young master, relying on his extraordinary martial arts skills, was frivolous towards Mu Nianci. Mu Yi stepped forward to stop him, but was injured by the young master instead."

"Seeing this, Guo Jing was filled with righteous anger. He stepped onto the platform with a light foot, agile as a swallow."

Slap!!!

To be continued!

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyun stopped.

I really can't say anymore.

The sky is about to get dark.

I didn't know, I talked for a long time here.

That was so dry.

Luckily, the shopkeeper quickly brought tea and snacks, allowing Ye Qingyun to catch his breath.

"This storyteller is truly not an ordinary person."

Ye Qingyun drank water while muttering to himself.

Everyone felt unsatisfied.

However, he didn't continue to ask Ye Qingyun to tell stories.

They were quite satisfied after listening to a whole day's worth of books.

"Young master, will you be coming again tomorrow"

"If you come again, I'll be here waiting for you first thing in the morning."

You absolutely must come, otherwise I don't know how I'll sleep tonight.

I just want to know if that young master is a descendant of the Yang family

"If the descendants of the Guo and Yang families were to fight, who would be more powerful"

......

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but laugh and cry.

If this happened every day, wouldn't I become a real story teller

We don't rely on this for a living.

It's just a passing interest.

"各位， I won't be here tomorrow."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was instantly disheartened.

However, I will tell Mr. Huang the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in its entirety. By then, it will be up to Mr. Huang to continue telling this story to everyone.

When everyone heard this, they finally felt relieved.

As long as the story can continue to be told, it doesn't matter who tells it.

The old man Huang was taken aback, then looked at Ye Qingyun with emotion.

He didn't expect Ye Qingyun to be so generous, telling him the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Thank you, sir!

The old man bowed deeply.

"May I ask for your esteemed name"

"My surname is Ye, my given name is Qingyun, and I live on Mount Fuyun."

Ye Qingyun said.

"Young Master Ye, if you don't mind my old age, I would like to be friends with you, regardless of our age difference."

"It is my honor."

Ye Qingyun woke up the sleeping Da Mao and the rabbit, and took them outside the teahouse.

Just turned a corner.

Five people walked right up to him.

At the front stood a young master, with red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, and a folding fan in his hand. He certainly had a dashing air about him.

Four burly men behind him, seemed to be the servants of this young master.

"Stop."

Then the young master blocked Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun looked at the other person in confusion.

"Is something the matter"

The young master laughed and said, “I really like your story. Come back with me, and I want you to tell me all the stories right away.”

The tone was domineering, leaving no room for Ye Qingyun to refuse.

Ye Qingyun gazed at the young master.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I don't think we know each other. I'm afraid I can't keep company with you."

That young master was taken aback.

"You can actually tell I'm dressed as a man"

Ye Qingyun was speechless for a moment.

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