This lecture lasted for an hour.
An hour later, the story told that the Monkey King wore human clothes and entered a celestial mountain. On the way, he met a woodcutter who was singing a Daoist song. He suspected that there were immortals in the mountain, so the Monkey King went up to ask the woodcutter for advice.
Seeing that the story had reached its climax, Li Yi stopped there.
Pa!
"Please listen to me next time.”
Li Yi followed his agreement with Wang Fugui. After telling the story for an hour, he patted his rosewood and stopped telling the story. He was prepared to rest for an hour.
However, his pause woke up the many listeners who were engrossed in Journey to the West.
"Lil Master, you've only been talking for an hour. Why did you stop?”
"That's right, Little Master, you can't do this!”
"Little Master, can you give us another hour?”
……
Li Yi suddenly stopped telling the story. The audience around them were listening to Li Yi's story. When they heard the climax, they were eager to know the development of the plot. They woke up from the story of "Journey to the West". Their hearts were itching like a monkey scratching a cat, making everyone unable to stop.
As a result, the audience protested one after another, and many people could not help but slam the table and stand up.
Among them was the famous storyteller, Mr. Zheng Da, who was jealous of Li Yi after his seat was snatched by him yesterday.
Not bad, he was here again.
Although he was very jealous of Li Yi and wished that Li Yi would die in an accident right now.
However, he really couldn't resist the charm of Journey to the West, so he came again.
He had come to listen to a peer who was much younger than him and was his grandson's opponent.
Yesterday, his job was stolen by the other party. Today, he was humiliated in front of everyone. Mister Zheng was filled with frustration.
At this moment, all the audiences on the second floor of Drunken Sky Restaurant were in the same mood as Mister Zheng.
This feeling of being forced to stop at the climax.
Just like in Li Yi's later life, when a child chased the drama to the climax, his parents would forcefully turn off the TV series. It made people feel that the entire world was overshadowed and they could not help but want to make a scene.
Looking at the agitated audience, Wang Fugui, the shopkeeper of the Drunken Cloud Inn, who had just woken up from Li Yi's story, was as angry as the surrounding audience.
However, his identity as the manager of the Drunken Sky Tower made him think at the first moment that he absolutely could not let the anger of the audience continue to accumulate.
Otherwise, if the entire second floor of the Drunken Sky Tower exploded with the anger of over a hundred audiences, whether it was injuring Li Yi or tearing down the Drunken Sky Tower, it would be a loss that he could not bear.
"Everyone, please calm down. Little Master must be tired after reading for so long. He will only rest for an hour.”
Wang Fugui explained loudly, trying to calm the anger of the audience on the second floor.
However, he was helpless.
This was because all the audience on the second floor were in a state of agitation. Wang Fugui's voice alone could not suppress the voices of the hundred or so audience members on the second floor of Drunken Cloud Restaurant.
Therefore, the call he had just made was drowned out by the angry protests of more than a hundred listeners. It did not cause any waves at all.
Facing the audience's furious protests, Li Yi, who was the main party involved, looked extremely calm.
If Li Yi was an ordinary person, he might have considered whether the angry audience's protests would cause him personal harm.
However, he had the god-level talent skill Lotus Blossoming Tongue given by the system.
There was no need to think about this problem at all.
Standing on the storytelling stage, Li Yi looked down at the entire second floor of Drunken Sky Restaurant. There were more than a hundred spectators around, and they were all filled with anger. Li Yi finally spoke.
"Don't worry, everyone. Stopping the storytelling now is just a temporary break. I've already said that I need to rest for an hour. I'm sure everyone doesn't want to see me so tired that I can't tell you any more stories, right?”
Li Yi explained.
Standing below the storytelling platform, the entire second floor of Drunken Cloud Restaurant was filled with emotions and anger because Li Yi had stopped telling the story. As Li Yi explained, the audience who had been protesting all this while automatically imagined the scene of Li Yi continuing to tell the story until he fell ill and they had no books to listen to.
Immediately, the hearts of the audience couldn't help but shiver. This was too terrifying.
Then, the audience was instantly jolted awake."No, absolutely not."
This was the heaven-defying aspect of the Lotus Blossoming Tongue skill that the system had given Li Yi.
Other than storytelling, it was also very useful in reality.
As expected, after Li Yi finished speaking, the noise on the second floor of the Drunken Sky Restaurant, which was originally filled with anger and protests, gradually weakened.
The audience on the second floor began to regain their senses. They regretted their impulsive actions just now.
"We know we were wrong. Little master, you should rest.”
"Little master, you've worked hard telling stories. I'll give you a reward of 200 wen!”
"I'll give Little Master a reward of 30 wen.”
"I'll give Little Master a reward of 150 wen.”
"I'll give Little Master a reward of 60 wen.”
……
After everyone regained their senses, they apologized to Li Yi one after another and threw the reward money to Li Yi, who was standing on the storytelling stage.
It was raining money beside Li Yi again.
For a moment, the clanging sound of copper coins colliding with the floor once again resounded throughout the entire Drunken Cloud Restaurant.
On the storytelling platform, Li Yi was being washed by the rain of money, but he was a little unhappy.
Li Yi thought to himself," I wonder who invented this habit of throwing money at storytellers. If I have the chance in the future, I must get rid of this bad habit. Throwing so much money at storytellers makes me lose my dignity."”
He wondered if Mister Zheng, who was standing in the crowd and famous throughout the capital, would cry to death if he knew what Li Yi was thinking.
Other storytellers were eager for their audiences to throw out rewards for them, but when it came to Li Yi, he seemed a little unhappy.
[PS: Newcomer, new book, author Jun Wu Wen today, please do everything!]
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