Telling stories requires talent, and telling good stories requires experience. You cannot successfully join the ranks of storytellers by just a moment of passion.

Niu Anxing is an old world and has seen countless arrogant and frivolous young people, so when Yang Zheng said this, he couldn't help but look down on him.

"I have something to do, I'm losing my companion."

He didn't want to waste time on Yang Zheng anymore.

Yang Zheng hurriedly said, "Then, if we don't talk about the transaction, we will just be the younger generation who throws bricks and makes a bad reputation in front of you. How about you sit down and be a free audience?"

He believed that a truly good story would allow the audience to stay and enjoy it, and be selfless. When Mr. Niu entered the alley and recognized the story itself, he would come to an abrupt end and it would not be too late to start negotiating the conditions.

Aren’t online writers the best at such out of context?

The old man blinked and thought to himself, I have never heard of books for a lifetime, but I have never heard of books by others. It would be better to just use this kid to spend time, which may be inspiring for him.

So he sat back on his seat and picked up the hot tea bowl, "I will only give you one cup of tea, let's start talking."

Li Shu stood beside him, staring at Yang Zheng suspiciously, a little unbelievable. He even knew how to talk about stories. What kind of person did he follow?

The weather was cold, Yang Zheng rubbed his hands and thought quickly in his heart, "The old man has been talking about many stories in his life. In the words of his previous life, he is definitely an old white reader. He may not be able to attract him by using Douluo Dou Dou to break the routine."

He has been reading novels for ten years, and it is easy to tell stories, but the difficult thing is to prescribe the right medicine and pick out works that are about Mr. Niu’s appetite. Although those classical classics are wonderful, the plot is loose and slow, and it is not suitable to be moved out at this time.

He pondered slightly, and after making up his mind, he began to tell this story.

"The story starts from the 13th year of the Tang Dynasty's Apocalypse..."

As soon as the first sentence was spoken, Mr. Niu frowned and interrupted him, "What does the Tang Dynasty mean? What does the Apocalypse mean?"

Yang Zheng was stunned and suddenly realized that it was in the Warring States Period, and there was no Tang Dynasty. The dynasty title was invented by Emperor Wu of Han, so it would be strange if the old man could understand it.

"I was negligent. The Tang Dynasty was a powerful and fierce country, equivalent to the powerful Qin Dynasty. As for the Tianqi, you can understand it as the name of a king of the Tang Dynasty."

Mr. Niu thought something and stopped interrupting.

Seeing this, Yang Zheng began to get on the right track of the story, "There is a border city at the northwest end of the Tang Dynasty, called Weicheng. There is a sixteen-year-old boy named Ning Que..."

A novel of 3.76 million words will cost a lot of writing and ink, and will be filled with a lot of water. In fact, it will be refined and summarized, and the plot is not complicated. What can be remembered in my mind is basically exciting plots.

Yang Zheng told the story according to his own memory.

He originally wanted to tell the story of "The Swordsman in the Snow" that he liked very much, but considering that his feelings were stronger, the story was much weaker, so he had to change it to this story called "The Night of Jiang".

Time is passing slowly.

In the private room, Niu Lao and Li Shu looked at Yang Zheng, quietly listening to the protagonist Ning Que's youthful spirit, love, hate, and love, as if they had forgotten time.

Yang Zheng was dancing with eyebrows and seemed to forget to stop.

"Ning Que said, 'After many years, I am very pleased that these names in the rehabilitation edict have been pronounced again. Unfortunately, some people are still forgotten after all, for example, my parents...'"

In the first half of the story, Ning Que avenged his parents.

Hearing this, Mr. Niu was stunned and blurted out, "Didn't you say that General Lin and his wife were rehabilitated at the beginning of the edict? How did this mean forgetting his parents?"

Obviously, he had already integrated into the story and forgot his agreement with Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng paused slightly and continued, "Ning Que paused slightly and continued, 'General Lin and his wife are not my parents."

Mr. Niu's face changed slightly, and Li Shu was also surprised, and he could not have imagined that the story would turn.

"Isn't it his parents? Then he has been trying for so long to avenge General Lin, wouldn't he betraying it? No, there must be a hidden story here!"

Old Niu stared at Yang Zheng and waited for him to tell the story about the next progress.

Yang Zheng did not continue, smiled slightly, and said, "Old sir, the story has gradually improved, and there are more unexpected turns later. If you like it, let's talk about the transaction first."

Curiosity kills the cat. If you don’t hand over the martial arts, you will treat them as a reward. Don’t let me decipher the plot for you.

Mr. Niu slapped the table and suddenly became anxious, "No, you can finish this story first."

Yang Zheng smiled but said nothing.

Mr. Niu looked embarrassed. When he heard this, he was no longer concerned about telling it to others. As an audience, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to hear the next breakdown.

He had no choice but to submit and glared at Li Shu, "Go and get paper and pen, I will write the formula for martial arts!"

As a storyteller, when he goes out, he cannot carry all the exercises with him. He can only copy them out temporarily, which will take some time.

So, after taking the paper and pen, he wrote quickly, wishing to finish writing all at once, so that Yang Zheng would tell a story immediately.

Of course, Yang Zheng was not in a hurry, and he looked at Mr. Niu seriously, with his eyes shining brightly.

...

...

Next to Yang Zheng's next door, there was a short old man with a hunched figure and white hair. He was lying on his side behind the meal table, holding a garlic-slimmed leg in his hand and gnawing slowly.

Opposite the old man, a man in white robe sat upright, tall and burly, with a very faint dark aura hidden between his wide eyebrows and eyes.

He spoke in a deep voice and said in a low voice: "Although Ning Que knew he was not Xiahou's opponent, he still stood up to challenge him despite everyone's opposition. This blood and courage are very appreciated by me."

Unexpectedly, there were ears in the partition wall. The two people in this room were eavesdropping on Yang Zheng’s story and had not left for a long time. At this moment, they were waiting for Yang Zheng’s following.

The skinny old man wiped his mouth and smiled, "The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intent. In my eyes, what touched me the most is not Ning Que, but his two senior brothers."

The two of them were bored and actually started discussing the plot.

The man in white robe asked, "Why did the teacher say this?"

The old man sat up, threw the remaining dog legs on the table, and said, "Didn't you listen to that guy? In order to make Ning Que fight fairly, the senior brother who is not good at fighting will stop the foreign enemy's aid."

The man in white robe listened silently.

"As for his second senior brother, he sat alone at the bridge to block all the obstructors in the city. It is rare that the eldest and the second brother have a clear personality. At the critical moment, they are willing to stand up for the younger junior brother and believe that Ning Que can do it."

The man in white robe lowered his head, vaguely understanding the teacher's meaning, and did not respond.

The old man hiccupped and sighed: "I envy that master who taught such three excellent disciples and can maintain harmony. Look at me again, I took in two apprentices in total, but..."
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