Chapter 37 New Beginning

In the tiled store, an old man in an old cloth shirt stood in front of the table above the platform, talking in a verbal way the story of "The Saint Emperor Ping Xidi". Although it is an old story known to everyone, after his mouth, he still heard the tea shops in the house who were fascinated by the fruits and vegetables on the plate.

Sun Shuping was originally a scholar, but like most of his colleagues, he did not read famous things. He had no way of doing things, but was useless. Once he had no hope of fame and fortune, he would become a staff member and a teacher for others. Those who were not good at doing things would open a private school or a teacher. Of course, there were also people who became beggars on the streets.

He was not good at doing well or badly. Because of his convenience, he became an old storyteller and became a storyteller. Because he was able to read a lot of books, his attainments in this industry were still above his master. Before he knew it, decades had passed, and he had made some name for himself.

A string of harsh birds cries sounded, and Sun Shu kept frowning and looked at him. He saw a fat man covered in silk and fat, carrying a bird cage into the tiled tile, rushing to the front and sitting in front of the stage.

The bird seemed to be frightened and screamed more sharply, which made everyone angry, but it seemed to be afraid of the fat man's power and dared not speak out.

Sun Shuping had to stop and smiled and said, "This man, you can't bring birds in from Wasizhong. Please hang the birds outside?"

The fat man rolled his eyes: "Hang outside, do you know how much money my bird is worth? If you lose it, you will compensate? You talk about your name, it is called it, you can compare. Whoever sounds nice, don't worry, you can't even lose your money, it's more than these poor people give."

Sun Shuping frowned even more violently, and he slapped the awkward tree with a "slap" and "I know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown!" He used this old saying that has not changed for thousands of years to put aside the book and left.

There were cheers everywhere in the tile shop, obviously not only for the book, but also for the integrity of the storyteller, and many copper coins were thrown on the stage.

The apprentice Xiao Shitou rushed to the stage, picking up money and bowing everywhere, like a little monkey, causing laughter.

"Ouch!" Xiao Shitou let out a cry of pain, fell to the ground, bleeding from his forehead, and a blood-stained silver corner fell on the stage.

Sun Shuping hurriedly went up to help the disciple up, pointed at the fat man and said angrily: "You!"

"Tell me, let me tell you another paragraph. I have money!" The fat man sneered, throwing a piece of silver in his hand: "Hmph, you are a horn in your hand, if you don't praise you, you are a storyteller. Do you know who I am? Use money to kill you, an old guy.

A golden light flew down from the building, hitting the fat man's head, and then hitting the stage, which was a ingot of gold.

Looking at the fat man again, he was already bleeding and fainted.

"Mr. Sun? Our shopkeeper is invited." A strong man, somehow, came to Sun Shuping's eyes.

When Xiao Shitou saw Jinzi, he hurriedly covered his head and picked it up. He took a bite and said in surprise: "Master, it's really gold, it's so big!" He felt that his head no longer hurt. He grew up so big that he had never touched gold.

The child who grew up in the Wasi was not that precious, but Sun Shuping felt a little uncomfortable. He said that writing was a lowly business and anyone could scold him. He had experienced such things a lot, but he didn't expect that the child would suffer with him for the rest of his life and decided to change his career.

With a random thought in his head, he followed the man to the second floor to the elegant seat of the second floor, lifted the bamboo curtain, and an old man with a long hair and a young face sat there. His clothes were not particularly luxurious, but at first glance they were the best and most comfortable fabric, and there was no pride. However, sitting there quietly, he had a strong momentum that stood out from the crowd.

Based on his years of experience, he felt that the "noble man" in front of him was not like a person who would come to such a place to hear stories. He was more likely to be a practitioner. He was even more afraid to be negligent and bowed respectfully: "I was born in Sun Shuping, thank you for your help."

Sun Fubai looked at the storyteller who was very famous in a radius of hundreds of miles, nodded slightly, feeling satisfied, and affirmed Li Qingshan's thoughts again. If it were through the storyteller's mouth, even the ordinary story would become vivid and exciting!

"Brother, have you heard of Yunxu Society?"

"No."

"Now you have heard that this is not a place to talk, come with me!" Sun Fubai stood up straight and walked out the door. Xiao Shitou was covering his head with one hand and holding gold with the other, protruding his head outside the door.

"But I can only tell the story!" Sun Shuping was stunned. He couldn't think of such a "noble man" who threw gold around, a legendary practitioner, what would happen if he found a storyteller.

"That's enough." Sun Fubai touched Xiao Shitou's head: "There are some golds."

Xiao Shitou immediately felt that his head no longer hurts and his blood does not flow.

After Sun Fubai left Baijiajingyuan, he immediately summoned the shopkeepers of several major bookstores to issue announcements to all cities and counties in Qinghe Prefecture, and recruit personnel. At the same time, he personally visited the most famous storytellers within the Qinghe Prefecture.

According to Li Qingshan's plan, the greatest role of these people is not to speak and sing music, but to become mentors, to pass on their lifelong experience, and to become the core force of Yunxu Society.

At the same time, a manor was found in a corner of Qinghe Prefecture City. As the club headquarters of Yunxu Society, driven by absolute power and absolute financial resources, the Yunxu Society conceived by Li Qingshan is rapidly established. It is still unknown when it can exert its power and how much power it can exert.

While Sun Fubai was running around, Li Qingshan also came to the Mo family's Shenji Island and prepared to take the first class after he came to the Baijia Scholar Academy.

When they arrived at the iconic giant arch on Shenji Island, Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing were waiting there. The island was covered with all kinds of strange machinery and tall buildings. A group of Trojan puppets galloped past, full of strange vitality.

Enter a magnificent building that looks like a conch (Li Qingshan feels like a feces), and there are also circles of spirals rising inside. Stop at a height of about the second or third floors and enter the room in the center of the spiral.

The round room was like a conch that was poured over, in a staircase shape. Many people were already sitting there waiting and talking in groups of three or five. In addition to the Mo family disciples who were in black and blue, there were also many other disciples who were in other colors and shapes.

Although Li Qingshan's long bamboo green gown is unique, it is not conspicuous when mixed in it. However, all the Qi Refiners are smart people with clear ears and eyes. When they look at them sideways, the topic of discussion will change quietly.

"Oh, isn't this Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist?"
Chapter completed!