First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 16

2021-09-03

Chapter 16 Transmigrator Ancestral Skills

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Words to In the end, it still ends with a verse that is not literal, not even rhyming.

"When he was young, he also used azure clothes to fight swords. A thief is not necessarily an evil thief, but a real man!"

"Good!"

Amidst applause, Mr. Storyteller left the stage.

This time no one stopped him from stepping down, but when he went to the backyard, he was blocked again.

Yang Yu got up and went with him, when he saw a familiar officer stopped the storyteller, who had a sore face, so he had to obediently hand over the two gold ingots.

The officer still didn't leave. In the end, under the dumbfounded eyes of the storyteller, he grabbed half of the money in his bamboo basket and left.

"Sanchi Liu, really name is not in vain. After all these years of storytelling, this is the first time I have seen someone wanting to go back for a reward. If I want to go back, forget it, and I even took my money..."

Yang Yu approached and heard the whispering voice of the storyteller gnashing teeth.

I'm afraid, I've already thought about it in my heart. If I go to another city, I'd like to talk about this Liu County Magistrate.

Yang Yu is not surprised.

This Master Liu Young thinks that he is a good-for-nothing and spends a lot of money, but in fact, his reputation is also very stinky.

the root cause is naturally because of him.

Every time Master Liu Young spends money like dirt in front of his head, an officer will come to the door behind his back. If he should return all the money, he will be extorted.

Over time, this Master Liu Young will stink the streets.

But he didn't know it, he thought he was a heroic hero!

"Who are you?"

Foul-mouthed for a while, when he turned around, he saw a young man staring at him intently, the storyteller immediately flushed and rubbed his hands in embarrassment :
"cough cough! Little Brother, this is a little favor from Uncle, buy some candy! You didn't hear those words just now, did you?"

Handing over two coins , the storyteller cried out in his heart to see a ghost.

He is shivered when he walks the rivers and lakes, but this kid was so close that he was discovered by himself.

"It's too stingy!"

Yang Yu eyelids twitched, took the copper plate, and said:
"The previous one worked in the yamen with me."

"Uh..."

The storyteller was complexion stiffened, scolding bad luck in his heart, and handed over a piece of money and silver: Respect..."

Yang Yu was naturally not too little, but when he pulled it, he didn't pull it off. This old storyteller, with red eyes, held the broken silver tightly and didn't let go.

"Farewell."

Yang Yu cupped one fist in the other hand and turned to leave. The storyteller panicked and handed over the broken silver in a hurry.

“Mr. is not a native of Qing State, right?”

Yang Yu was holding tea on the tea table, opposite, the storyteller pulled the old man with a donkey face.

I have to eat it.

The storyteller's teeth are broken, and this Black Mountain City lives up to its name.

Black, really black!
But it can't be done, who makes oneself cheap, it's okay, someone grabbed the handle.

"Mister Li's book is very good, just listening to the accent, it seems that he is not a native of Qing State?"

Yang Yu asked.

"This Li came from Jianzhou."

Li Eryi flipped the silver, but he didn't smile: "The old man advises you to stop in moderation. No one will believe what you say."

"The kid is not here to blackmail Mr."

Yang Yu turned the teacup and considered his tone: "Frankly, kid. I came here to discuss a deal with my husband."

Listening to the book is certainly coke, but the reason why Yang Yu stayed for so long was, of course, money.

Of course he can't tell books, but he has stories.

Not only there, but many, many.

"Oh."

Li Eryi drooped his eyelids and 'hum' twice without interest.

A half-sized boy negotiating a deal with himself?
Laugh!
If you can do business, what book would you say?

"This business is related to storytelling."

Yang Yu continued.

"Really?"

Li Eryi was a little interested. This kid doesn't look like much, and seems to be a little too calm.

“Mr. received far more rewards than ordinary storytellers.”

Yang Yu took a sip of tea:

“But, It's not because foreign monks can recite sutras, but other storytellers in Black Mountain City, just repeating those sets.

Mr., it's fresher."

Black Mountain City Located on the edge of Qing State, transportation is inconvenient, and it is not easy to do business. There are few people who travel far away to bring some miscellaneous books back to sell.

And there are only two schools in Black Mountain City, and there are not many more literate people than the singers of 'Yanlailou'.

No one would buy it at all.

"Old man's skill is higher, how can they compare?"

Li Eryi pinched his beard, but also admitted that what the boy said was the truth.

Storytellers seldom live in one place for a long time, for nothing else, just because they have exhausted their three axes, they can't make money.

"This is also one aspect."

After a little compliment, Li Er's expression softened a lot: "Boy, you are not old enough to be crowned, but you know a lot. ."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yang Yu laughed and said, "Can you bring a pen and paper, sir?"

He just now But not only when I heard about drinking tea, but also in the heart to sort out the memories of past lives, especially about some novels.

"Why don't you bring the guy who eats?"

Li Eryi was a little curious, what the boy wanted to do, and immediately took out two yellow papers and his own lead.

Although this kind of pen is not very elegant, it is more convenient and faster to write than a brush.

"Pencil?!"

Yang Yu's heart was startled.

“Have you seen it before?”

Li Eryi got a little bit of color: “This pen is cut from charcoal, which is easy to carry and write faster. Money!"

"..."

Someone showed off the pencil to him, Yang Yu was speechless for a while, but he didn't say much.

Pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.

"Huh? Did you write so fast?"

Li Eryi eyelids twitched, and he suddenly muttered in his heart.

The reason why the lead is a small minority is that it was not loved by Confucians for a while. Confucians believe that writing is something that needs to cultivate the spirit, and writing indiscriminately is a taboo.

Secondly, this kind of pen is completely different from the brush, and people who have never touched it will be very awkward.

But this kid wrote it faster than himself?

Li Eryi was somewhat absent-minded.

Cha Tian continued again and again, until the sun turned to the west, and Li Eryi couldn't stand it because he was hungry, so Yang Yu rubbed his wrist and closed the pen.

The two large sheets of yellow paper have already been filled to the brim by him.

"This is?"

Li Eryi took one out of curiosity.

"A few miscellaneous books that were found in the corner before, unfortunately, they were not well preserved and were destroyed."

Yang Yu made up an excuse casually.

"This word is really ugly..."

The comment came to an abrupt end, and he glanced at it. As an old storyteller, he certainly knew the good and bad of the story.

At a glance, I was attracted.

"Chaos has not been divided into Heaven and Earth, chaotic, vague and unseen. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has been opened up to distinguish from turbidity..."

Holding the yellow paper, Li Er A casual:

"It's just average, an old man can easily write thirty or fifty words of this level."

"hehe."

Yang Yu smiled without saying a word.

Li Eryi blushed, looked towards the second piece of yellow paper, swiped it carefully, and couldn't help but shouted ok.

"Good Lu Zhishen, good punch to kill Kansai!"

"cough cough!"

After coughing a few times in a hurry, look at Yang Yu again His eyes have changed.

These two articles, First Chapter is grand and Second Chapter is full of vitality.

This is obviously a small snippet from a script.

If all the scriptures have this level, mastering these two scriptures will make you a Kyoto, and you may not be able to mix it up.

It's just that this kid's memory is too good. How many thousands of words can he write down in one go?
"This, Little Brother. What are you talking about?"

Yang Yu raised his teacup and drank it, ignoring Li Eryi who was staring at him.

Only glanced at the restaurant next door, and patted his stomach:

"I'm hungry."

Li Eryi's face suddenly twisted.

Yesterday there was a strong wind at noon, which blew down a number of trees, and several kilometers of nearby telephone poles fell. I got up at 3 o'clock in the evening and wrote today's update...

(end of chapter)