The entrance of Yunhai Bookstore.

In the afternoon, after having had enough wine and food, people are bored and have free time.

Usually at this time, some people choose to go to Yunhan Club to listen to the opera, and some choose to go to the teahouse to drink tea and chat. Liyue Port has a prosperous culture, and people naturally have many ways of entertainment.

But today, everyone has a place to go.

why?

Presumably, someone leaked the news and leaked out the story-telling session this afternoon.

No, it was just one o'clock in the afternoon, and the whole wooden platform was full of seats.

There are even some listeners who are unwilling to leave even if they have no place to sit, and want to stand and listen to the book.

Among the audience, there are still people talking about something:

"Speaking of which, Boss Ning hasn't opened for so long, but once he opened, there were so many people cheering for him..."

"Tsk, don't you understand this? Boss Ning used to be the best storyteller in Liyue Port, and now he is related to Master Ningguang and Master Keqing. That will definitely cause a sensation!"

"I see..."

Such conversations continued to appear among the onlookers.

Even... usually many viewers of Tian Tiezui and Liu Su came to Yunhai Bookstore because of their reputation, and the number of people naturally exceeded a critical point.

When Ningzhe put on a gray-white coat and stepped onto the stage, people gathered around him and almost blocked the aisle.

"Oh..."

There are hundreds of millions of people under this stage...

He had seen many Ningzhe scenes, but he had been storytelling in Liyue for a long time, and this was the first time that so many people were watching.

"cough..."

After getting on the stage, everyone gradually became quiet, and everyone turned their eyes to Ningzhe on the wooden stage.

"Ningzhe, the storyteller from Yunhai Bookstore, has met all of you."

Ningzhe first folded his hands and saluted everyone, then slapped a folding fan in his hand and said loudly: "This and the past are in peace, Hong Kong and Lin have been in peace for twenty years; who can appoint a permanent period to be the wise man of the times?"

"Everything in the book is explained in detail. Thank you for your support in today's story telling!"

The young man in a long coat is neither humble nor arrogant, and his face is natural.

"good!"

"well said!"

As soon as the opening poem came out, everyone knew it was extraordinary and everyone cheered.

Seeing that the effect was good, Ningzhe raised his head and smiled.

But the next second, the smile became a little unbearable.

Because...he saw a lot of old acquaintances down there.

The handsome young man in the corner is Zhongli, and the girl standing next to him is Hu Tao...

However, after realizing that Ningzhe was looking at him, Zhongli just smiled at him gently and motioned for him to continue talking.

It seems that Mr. Zhong is in a good mood.

"..."

Ningzhe's reaction was also quick, and he withdrew his gaze before anyone noticed anything was wrong.

"Today, let's continue our talk from last time!"

The shock of Zhongli's presence only lasted a moment, and Ningzhe regained his previous calmness in a matter of milliseconds.

"The last time? Boss Ning, what was your last time?"

As soon as Ningzhe said this, the regular customers sitting below became happy and spoke one after another.

"Yes, are you referring to the "General" from the last episode or the "Monkey" from the previous episode? Or, are you referring to the "Water Margin of Liyue Loyalty" from the previous episode this time?"

The person who spoke was also an old acquaintance. At a glance, it turned out to be Master Mao from Wanmin Hall.

"Hey, this is it..."

Ningzhe smiled sheepishly, then coughed twice and spoke again: "Today, let's continue from last time's "Monkey God"!"

Before the audience could react, Ningzhe spoke loudly again:

"As the saying goes:

The wind on the seaside cracks the mud, and the dead tung leaves fall off and the branches break;

The sound of the horizontal flute is heard but no one is seen, and the golden scales reach up to the snow of Tianshan Mountain."

Ningzhe opened the folding fan again. This time, what appeared was not the majestic monkey from last time.

No, to be precise, the monkey is still a monkey, but it doesn't look so majestic at the moment.

It seems that something happened and this magical monkey was burdened with something.

The audience in the audience was also startled. This time the opening poem seemed not as emotional as before...

"The book continues from the previous chapter, where the divine monkey expelled the demons in the sea, and was covered in golden light, like the bright sun. The next second, the rock gun looked back, but it turned into the wishful golden cudgel again!"

"The monkey has a calm expression, but is not angry or intimidating. His golden pupils look towards the horizon, as if there are endless enemies waiting for him in the sky."

"However, facing this existence above the heavens, the divine monkey was not afraid at all, his eyes were shining brightly, and his fighting spirit was soaring into the sky! Seeing that another battle was about to break out, a woman whose face could not be seen clearly walked away suddenly

He came forward and appeased the monkey god."

"The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. Although the face is unclear, the woman is still as gentle as water, and she persuaded the monkey..."

"The white clouds are still in the sky, and the spring grass has closed the gate. I come here, and it goes on like this for many years..."

Hearing this, the audience in the audience didn't feel much.

It unfolded very simply. The monkey suppressed the demons, and then met a stronger opponent, but was stopped by his friends when they were about to fight...

It's just that... the calm tone seemed to have some kind of magic power, making everyone quiet down. Even Hu Tao rested his chin with both hands and looked at Ningzhe quietly without saying a word.

Only Mr. Zhong raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of profound meaning.

Knowing who the prototype of "The Monkey" created by Ningzhe was, he naturally guessed who this gentle woman was.

Although the ending of the story was already determined, Zhongli was curious about how Ningzhe would tell the story.

"...Of course, there are unforeseen circumstances."

Suddenly, Ningzhe's expression on the stage changed and he swung his left hand downwards.

The next second, countless white flying papers scattered from the center of the wooden platform. They turned into flying debris and kept flying in the air.

"The enemy in the sky knew that he was not the enemy of the divine monkey, so he looked for his friends to take action. The divine monkey is majestic, but he cannot predict everything. In one night, thousands of rocks collapsed and all the people howled."

"However, just like how she persuaded the monkey to stop that day, the gentle and gentle woman appeared again and stood in front of the people."

"There is no dry soil near the tears, and there are broken clouds in the low sky."

"It is difficult for all things to withstand the calamity of heaven. However, we have to bend down for the people, which is also the reason for our existence."

"When the sacred monkey has not returned, only the people will pick up her legacy."

"Stand forward and draw your sword to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white flying debris in the sky stopped for a moment, and then turned into clouds and dissipated.

It's like... they never appeared.

Seeing this scene, everyone opened their mouths, unable to hide the surprise on their faces.

On the one hand, it's because of the white paper flying in the sky, and on the other hand, it's the story Ningzhe told.

Although they are not sure, people have more or less guessed.

The monkey god must be a character based on a certain immortal or Lord Rock, so this "female" must also have a corresponding prototype.

But... who was this immortal who "sacrificed" in front of the people...

Unknowingly, the audience's thinking has changed from "listening to listening books" to guessing "character prototypes".

Among the crowd, Zhongli shook his head gently.

I inherited part of that old guy's spiritual power, but used it to do this kind of thing...

To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a waste of natural resources.

but...

After carefully observing the reactions of the people around him, Zhongli smiled.
Chapter completed!