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Chapter Seventy-Six: A Chinese Ghost Story


It was night, and the city of Jinling was full of celebration.

In the most prosperous place in the center of Jinling City, a newly opened pavilion is surrounded by wealthy businessmen in Jinling City.

As for the decoration, the luxury of this high-rise building is indeed in line with their status.

Even if there is no news of a free bottle of wine, they are still willing to come here to sit.

After all, the people who can sit here are people of status.

For these people, anything that can be solved with money is no big deal.

In contrast, they prefer to use money to prove their identity.

However, Yue Izuyun doesn’t think that many people will know these people when they leave Jinling City, but they still have to earn the money they should earn, right?

So Yue Izuyun chose to sit quietly in the chat room, leaving all the matters of Xu and Yan to Zheng Sanniang.

Forgot to mention, this pavilion is the already built Liaozhai.

Cai Xiaowu was sitting backstage with some excitement.

Yue Izuyun could see his excitement, because his hands were shaking and his voice would unconsciously rise a bit when he spoke.

But these things are normal.

After all, for Cai Xiaowu, being able to tell stories on such an occasion is one of his dreams.

So Cai Xiaowu specially changed a set of clothes today.

Although he himself knew that he was not suitable to wear scholar's clothes, but for an occasion like this, he still changed into a set of Confucian clothes to make himself more elegant.

However, dressing up like this didn't seem to be of any use.

Yue Izuyun just smiled when he saw Cai Xiaowu wearing a Confucian shirt for the first time, and then praised Brother Xiaowu for being very energetic today, but Myolie would not treat Cai Xiaowu Being so polite, when Cai Xiaowu turned around and left, he immediately said: "This is simply the worst time that a scholar's shirt has been blackmailed.

Those literati in Qinglian Academy might get stuck like this, Xiaowu Ye, and let him take action."

Take off your clothes."

Yue Izumo nodded in agreement, and then said with emotion: "Although the appearance is high, the temperament of the fifth brother is too different from this suit of clothes."

"But Brother Xiaowu is also a capable person.

At least I just taught him the skills of storytelling, and he can easily master it.

Maybe he is destined to do this profession."

Myolie nodded when she heard this, then smiled and said, "Sir, can I hear you playing the piano yourself tonight?"

Yue Izuyun smiled bitterly and nodded, but he thought about Zheng Sanniang coming to see him this afternoon.

Who would have thought that being called a sinister and money-hungry man-woman in the world would actually be so groveling and pretending to be pitiful?

What has been said has been said.

If the husband does not take action, I am afraid that Sanniang will become a joke to the entire world.

When Yue Izuyun heard this, he felt bad.

Yue Izuyun naturally didn't want to agree to such a thing, but what could Yue Izuyun do?

After all, Zheng Sanniang looked like she wouldn't leave today if she didn't agree to it.

Thinking of this, Yue Izuyun couldn't help but look at Tingzhu Weiyu in front of him, and then sighed with emotion: "What can I do?

I am also desperate.

The devil knows what I have gone through."

Xing'er smiled like a flower and turned her head to look at Yue Izuyun's angry expression.

For some reason, she suddenly liked seeing Yue Izuyun like this, even more than the elegant young master in the past.

"Myolie, who are the people here today?"

Yue Izuyun asked carefully.

"It seems that all the rich men in Jinling City are here, and even the prefect of Jinling is alarmed.

The Money Gang may not be as good as you in this idea, but in terms of skill, the Money Gang is the richest gang in the entire world."

Yue Izuyun nodded: "It is indeed the richest gang in the world.

I just said it casually.

Looking at the decorated Liaozhai now, it is really interesting."

It's not that Yue Izuyun is flattering, but that Zheng Sanniang really decorated the Storytelling Building to give it the atmosphere of a bar or nightclub.

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Liaozhai covers a large area, and apart from the stage and backstage, the rest are auditoriums.

Moreover, there are more than one level of auditorium.

The second floor is also an auditorium, but the stage on the first floor can be seen from the first and second floors at the same time.

This kind of design really made Yue Izumo couldn't help but marvel.

Of course, the ticket price on the second floor is naturally twice as high as that on the first floor, although Zheng Sanniang doesn't understand what the "risk of criticism" in Yue Chuyun's words is.

After a period of noise, Yue Izuyun finally heard the sound of customers coming to the door.

The first floor was full of customers, and the second floor was full of customers.

After Xing'er described the situation outside, the first image in Yue Izuyun's mind was a plump man with a shiny face.

A scene of a bright-eyed woman counting money while risking all her money.

Shaking her head, Yue Izuyun chose not to complain about Zheng Sanniang, because after the noise outside subsided, Cai Xiaowu was finally ready to take the stage.

"Pa"

As Cai Xiaowu came on stage, the sound of slamming the table spread throughout the Liaozhai, and the rustling sounds finally disappeared from the audience.

Although Cai Xiaowu is indeed not worthy of the attention of these people here, for their own curiosity, these people But he had to suppress his voice.

After all, incomplete versions of the stories were circulating in Jinling City during this period.

Seeing this, Cai Xiaowu quietly took a deep breath, and then started: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past.

Looking at the moon shape, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

This is a poem left by Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian on a painting.

Yue Chuyun naturally wrote it out.

Unexpectedly, Cai Xiaowu opened the poem with a poem.

Moreover, this poem is easy to understand, but it is also on the top of the list.

It was a masterpiece.

Everyone present had some experience.

Naturally, they could see how extraordinary this poem was.

Immediately, they heard a burst of applause from the audience.

Seeing this, Cai Xiaowu finally felt a little more at ease, and then he smiled and said: "Every guest wants to hear a story, but you still need to know the origin of the story's name.

The story I will tell you today is about the world's number one luther player, Feng It was written by Mr.

Yue from Mingge, and it’s called A Chinese Ghost Story.”

"As the name suggests, what I'm going to tell you today is naturally a story about a female ghost.

However, although this story is about Nie Xiaoqian, if we start from the beginning, we have to mention one person, that is Ning Caichen, a scholar who lives in Hangzhou. " The people in the audience had naturally heard of Ning Caichen, and not only Ning Caichen, but also Yan Chixia and Heishan Laoyao.

This is the effect of those children's advertisements.

It is obvious that they only paid a few taels of silver to buy candy for the children, but the actual effect is like a trailer before the TV series starts.

Especially for a good TV series, just the trailer can make people feel like a cat scratching their hearts.

But one thing is embarrassing, that is, Tsuki Izumo never encountered such a TV series until the end of his previous life.

After all, in the era he lived in, there were so many dramas everywhere.

Hengdian buries 300,000 Japanese soldiers a year, and hiding mines in the crotch can also become a black technology.

Of course, there are even more outrageous things, so I won’t go into details.

In short, Yue Izumo only paid a very small price to achieve the desired effect.

Cai Xiaowu couldn't stop as soon as he started telling it, and such a never-before-seen story naturally aroused everyone's curiosity, and An Anjing began to listen to the story.

But what no one knows is that while everyone here is immersed in the story, two figures in blue and white shirts quietly use Qinggong and are heading towards the newly opened Liaozhai

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