Capítulo 994: Chapter 394: Bi Fang Reinforcents
“Ah, I’m entangled in mundane affairs, please excuse . I must take my leave, I must take my leave first.”
Zhang Fusi drank all the wine in his cup, showed the bottom of the cup, then gently placed it down and turned to leave.
As soon as Zhang Fusi left, the guests in the room called the boatman of the Huaboat: “Captain Ding, move this Huaboat closer to the Yunmo Theater, move as close as possible.”
“A pavilion near water gets the moon first.”
The guests chatted among themselves, making Ding, the boatman, feel a bit troubled.
He said bitterly, “Dear bosses, the Huaboat has already anchored. To weigh anchor again simply ans using so manpower, but the river is crowded with boats. If we try to get the Eight Immortals Huaboat to the shore, it might scrape or collide with other boats.”
“Just move the boat as told, at the end of the day, you’re worried that your boat will get damaged. Just move it; I’ll cover the repair costs for any damage.”
The guests were all affluent, leaving Captain Ding with no choice but to comply.
Zhou Xuan was uninterested in such matters. Standing on the Pavilion Bridge, his gaze was locked onto Zhang Fusi.
He saw Zhang Fusi disembark from the Huaboat and board a very small boat. After several strokes by the boatman, the small boat reached another larger vessel.
Zhang Fusi boarded another Huaboat called “Penglai.”
“This Zhang Fusi isn’t gossiping, he’s warming up for his master Mr. Bai Liu’s book,” Zhou Xuan observed clearly as Zhang Fusi went aboard the Penglai Huaboat, where he repeated Mr. Bai Liu’s anticipated topics of “Zhou Xuan, God-level, Power of Faith” to stir interest.
Zhang Fusi’s words piqued the interest of those on the Huaboat, and as they spread the news, it was bound to beco widely known across the city.
Once the news spread, more guests ca to listen to the storytelling.
“Like master, like apprentice; this Zhang Fusi is a clever man.” Zhou Xuan comnted lightly.
…
Just as Zhou Xuan predicted, as Zhang Fusi boarded more Huaboats, the more Huaboats gathered on the river. What was originally just a riverside theater now resembled the bustling dock of Mingjiang at its peak.
As more guests gathered, finally, Mr. Bai Liu picked up the gavel and slamd it on the storytelling table.
“Bang!”
The sound of the gavel initially resembled a firecracker exploding, but after drifting about ten ters, the sound beca gentle, like a kite lifted by the wind, fluttering its wings, flying around the river.
The guests on dozens of Huaboats nearby clearly heard the gavel’s sound and Mr. Bai Liu’s opening remarks.
“Storytelling and opera advise righteousness, three main roads lead you on; good and evil will always be repaid, the right path in the human world is ti-changing.”
“Ladies and gentlen, this old fellow’s na has long been forgotten, only using the two words of Bai Liu as I roam north and south, with friends all over the martial world affectionately calling Mr. Bai Liu.”
“Mr. Bai Liu’s storytelling isn’t ant to amuse you to part with your silver coin; nor is it so inheritance requiring preaching to attract followers. It is rely to narrate so seen and heard, to contemplate the Dao with you.”
This has always been Mr. Bai Liu’s opening, familiar to the guests on the river’s Huaboats, who started clapping enthusiastically.
“Today, what I’ll narrate among my seen and heard is sowhat extraordinary… bang…”
Mr. Bai Liu struck the gavel again and said slowly with soft authority, “The fall of Soul Shepherd City, Night Parade of Hundred Demons at Mingjiang Prefecture; Heavenly Book activated, a great master rebuilt Mingjiang…”
“It is said that the night before last, in the area of the Jiang Mansion’s donkey shed in Mingjiang Prefecture, a dense fog rose, with a city faintly visible in the fog.”
Mr. Bai Liu’s storytelling skills were naturally excellent, and listening to it made Zhou Xuan feel as if he was re-experiencing the Night Parade of Hundred Demons in Mingjiang Prefecture.
“Mr. Bai Liu’s storytelling truly is like an old man reminiscing; initially, it seems rambling, but as you listen longer, it unfolds gently and effortlessly.” Zhou Xuan listened intently, noting not only the content of the story but also the rhythm in Mr. Bai Liu’s narration, considering every seemingly insignificant pause.
The story ran over an hour before reaching the segnt about the activation of the Will Heavenly Book and rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture.
“Ladies and gentlen, the great master of Mingjiang Prefecture, Zhou Xuan, has great presence, collecting Human Desire Power with a single story, then using Day Travel Technique, turning the Divine Soul into a giant image, carrying the Human Desire Power to ascend ten thousand miles into the clouds, placing it into the cloud prefecture city of Mingjiang Prefecture.”
“Mingjiang Prefecture began to rebuild, rain fell from the sky, and in the rain were hidden people; those were the lost souls of Mingjiang Prefecture, returning to the human world.”
“And those rains turned into bricks and tiles and vegetation upon reaching the ground. Thus, Mingjiang Prefecture began to rebuild, grass grows, trees flourish, buildings and streets were restored to their original state, and more importantly, those who died ca back to life one by one.”
Mr. Bai Liu narrated in detail, and the distinguished guests on the Huaboats listened with fascination.
They were only aware of the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture but knew nothing of the details. Hearing the storytelling now made them ponder over the great master of Mingjiang Prefecture, acknowledging his Divine Skills.
“It wasn’t a waste to co to listen to this story, to think that the great master was this powerful.”
“Soday, if I could et this great master, share a few cups of wine, and hear his conversation, it would be a fortunate event in the human world.”
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