Chapter 250: storytelling

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read2();　　 "Candied haws, sweet and sour candied haws, is delicious, cheap and affordable."
　　 On the Qinglong Avenue in the Capital of God, the screams of screams came and went one after another, extremely lively, and among the crowd, there was a rather strange combination, walking slowly on the street, and the passing passers-by were all looking sideways.
　　 Hearing the sweet and sour candied haws sold, the extremely gluttonous rouge girl could not move her legs, turned around and pulled Zhao Yu's clothes corner, staring at the candied haws skewers in front with her big talking eyes.
Zhao Yu patted Liang Po's shoulder beside him. The latter took out a small cloth pouch from his arms. After gently spreading it out, he took out a piece of broken silver, bought three candied haws, and gave them to three girls, one for each person. root.
　　 The girl in the wheelchair invites Xia, her hand that took the candied haws was shaking. This is the candied haws bought by the new Emperor Da Xia out of his own pocket. I don’t know if the taste is different.
The rouge girl who turned her head and looked around while eating, chewing the crunchy candied haws in her hands, her big eyes have been bent into two bends of the moon, with a smile, she wanted to taste everything, the roadside biscuits with strong fragrance, in winter The big steamed bun with billowing smoke seemed to her eyes like a shining treasure of heaven and earth, she couldn't help drooling.
　　 "Little girl, let's meet again, how about it, have you found the largest house in Shenjing City?"
In front of the bun shop on Qinglong Street, the middle-aged shopkeeper's slightly surprised voice sounded. Although the clothes of Miss Rouge had changed a lot from when she first entered Beijing, Shui Lingling's big eyes made him recognize it at a glance. come out.
　　 The rouge girl who reached out to take the meat buns nodded to the front, and then said thank you.
　　 Looking at the back of a group of people, the middle-aged shopkeeper raised his hand and gently touched his wife next to him, and asked with some doubts:
　　 "Do you think that boy is familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it again."
Along Qinglong Avenue and further forward, is the junction of the Four Gods and Beast Avenues, a huge square open space, this is the most crowded place in the entire Shenjing City, where the major chambers of commerce gather and are known as the treasures of the summer. Everything is covered here.
This place is also the busiest place in Shenjing City every ten days of holidays. If the weather is clear, the major chambers of commerce will simply set up a stage at the door to attract customers, or invite well-known opera troupes in Shenjing to sing a song. Or ask a storyteller to come up for a paragraph, it will always arouse applause.
　　 Over time, this has formed a unique landscape of Shenjing City, and even the bitter cold of the northwest cannot extinguish the enthusiasm of the entire people.
　　 So when Zhao Yu and his party came here along the Qinglong Avenue, there was a very powerful sound of beating in their ears, and then the old voice resounded throughout the square.
　　 "The old man will talk about the last paragraph for everyone today."
　　 "Good! The book that Mr. Yu said is the most interesting!"
There was a burst of strong applause from below, presumably the old man is very popular here, so there are so many people here today. Zhao Yu and others stopped to watch and wanted to hear what the old man said. story.
　　 "Following the last time, today we continue to talk about the eight forbidden lands in the vast and central plains of China, this time we are talking about the former Yingshi underground palace!"
As soon as this remark came out, the response below became even more enthusiastic. Whether it was a monk or ordinary people, he always had a strong curiosity about the mysterious forbidden area, and the monks might have more information because of their lofty status. , But for ordinary people present, the stories of the storyteller population may be their only imagination of the forbidden land.
"Speaking of this invisible underground palace of the Ying clan, I have to mention the former Ying clan dynasty, which stretched for 8,800 years. It is said that before the establishment of the previous dynasty, the entire Shenzhou vast land and the Central Plains were flooded. The beasts raged, although the ancestors of the Ying family had the ambition to dominate the world, but their luck was not good. After the defeat, they fled into a forest of mountains and forests. Suddenly, they met an old man sitting on the side of the road. He was full of pus and stinking. The old man saw that the ancestors of the Ying clan came to face him, and then stood up and stopped in front of him, and shouted: "Come on, wait a minute, the old man asks for something."
　　 "What do you think the old man is asking for?"
There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and they whispered to each other. Even Zhao Yu and others who were standing in the distance were aroused and stopped to listen. The old storyteller on the stage didn’t want to sell it. After a white beard, he continued to speak loudly. Said:
"After the old man stopped the ancestor of the Ying clan, he immediately made a request. Because it was about to enter the night and there were many different animals in the mountains, the old man hoped that the ancestor of the Ying clan could carry him on his back so as not to lose his life in the mouth of the alien beasts. Let the young Ying's ancestor make a difficult situation. There are chasing soldiers behind him, and the road is slow in front. If you carry an old man on your back, the hope of escape becomes even thinner."
　　 "Isn't it? I don't know if the ancestor of the Ying family will carry this old man in the end."
　　 Below the stage, people kept responding and echoed. The old man deserves to be an experienced storyteller. In a few words, everyone's attention was completely caught.
"Er et al. may think that the ancestors of the Ying family will detour, but they are indeed the heroes who opened up a dynasty. After a little hesitation, they picked up the old man on his back and ran away, but this is strange, the chasing soldiers behind him After a long time to say, the mountain road ahead of the ancestors of the Ying family is like endless. He ran for two days without seeing the end. Finally, the ancestors of the Ying family stopped carrying the old man, but felt that there was no weight behind them. ."
　　 At this point, the old storyteller on the stage paused for a moment and revealed a mysterious smile, then continued loudly:
"After the ancestors of the Ying clan stopped, in an instant, the mountain road in front of him disappeared instantly, turning into a purple air that covered the sky and the sun and went eastward. For the past two days, he kept awake and ran eight thousand eight hundred with the old man on his back. Here, the purple gas travels eastward for eight thousand eight hundred miles, and more ingeniously, the Qianying dynasty has existed for just eight thousand eight hundred years, no more, no less. You said it’s a coincidence."
"Wow!"
　　 There was a burst of exclamation from below. It turned out that the 8,000-year continuation of the previous Yingshi’s Guozuo, and these twists and turns are really eye-opening.
The old man’s old but sonorous voice continued to be uploaded from the stage. With the old man’s slow narration, the audience exclaimed or cheered from time to time. For the Daxia Dynasty, which was extremely underdeveloped in information transmission, these storytellers were actually one by one. The information transmission window is also a living inheritance from the past to the present.
　　 No matter how mysterious and bizarre the story it tells, the avenue is like this, tangible and intangible, and countless people seek it but cannot find the other side.
　　 Is there anything more mysterious than the main road in this world?
　　 Zhao Yu, who stopped and watched in the distance, gently spoke to the scholar Yuanbai who was half a step behind by him:
"You know that there is a Phoenix Terrace that leads directly to the sky in the Baidi Palace. Standing on it and looking down for a bird's-eye view, you can see the appearance of the whole country. But I don't like standing on it. I like to see it up close. Today, I’m going to blend in and see what Daxia’s home country looks like."