Yang Zheng was drinking tea and listening to books. Before Han Fei came back, the storyteller had finished telling today's story and was about to close the stall and leave.

Yang Zheng hurriedly asked Li Shu to go downstairs and invite the old man to come up and talk.

From the very beginning, he could tell that this was a master.

The old man with white eyebrows was dry mouth and was happily invited to come. He took a few sips of tea and moistened his throat, saying, "This young guest asked me to meet him, what advice do you have?"

This person has a clear face, red lips and white teeth. Although his face is full of wrinkles, he is very energetic. He speaks clearly and has a small voice, but he can accurately deliver his words to everyone's ears, attracting attention in the hall without making a harsh sound.

This is the kung fu.

Yang Zheng was polite and said straight: "My younger generation, Yang Zheng, don't know what you call him?"

The old man replied: "The old cow is in a dark shape."

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Old Niu, I have been listening to books here for a long time. I sincerely admire your lip skills, which refresh me, so I feel curious, which school of Taoism do you have?"

He could not see the realm of Mr. Niu, but when he saw the other person's mouth move slightly, his face was calm and he told the story, with almost no signs of breathing. It seemed that he had practiced the sound wave skills, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Niu Lao Bai's eyebrows raised slightly and asked, "Why, are you interested in this?"

Yang Zheng replied truthfully: "I'm not to hide it from the seniors. I've always been fascinated by magical powers such as sound waves. Just a clear whistle can shake the world and make the enemy break up. What a spirit!"

He was very proud of his praise and peeked at the old man's reaction.

As a time traveler, he watched the movie "Kung Fu" in his previous life. Even the Fire Cloud Evil God, who is known as "the world's martial arts, only the speed is not broken", was defeated by the Lion Roar Troop. He naturally knew the power of sound wave attacks.

That day in Xujia Village, the dragon roar was exposed, which shocked the audience, which made him taste the sweetness and wanted to learn similar sonic skills. In this case, if Han Fei asked about this in the future, he would be fooled by the fake and real ones.

With sound waves combined with dragon soul, the two will be combined and their power will definitely be stronger.

"The sound wave function kills people invisibly, which is really powerful, so I want to ask you about which unique skill comes from?"

His intentions speak for themselves.

Mr. Niu looked at him and said, "It's okay to tell you. This is the basic technique of our novelists, called Yunqi Jue. However, you are wrong. It is not only sound wave technique, but also includes spiritual cultivation, and the two are integrated."

Hearing this, Yang Zheng's eyes lit up suddenly.

"In the early stage, the focus is on nourishing qi and breathing storms, which is the so-called sound wave; in the later stage, the practitioners can be perfect in the fire, can communicate with their hearts, and use sound to contain the spirit and to be rich in sound and emotion."

Mr. Niu has been writing for many years, and the reason why he was able to be amazed and attracted everyone to listen is because he has reached this state of great success, shocking people with his divine thoughts, making the audience's emotions stimulating and resonating with him.

Storytelling is the real kung fu.

Yang Zheng asked frankly: "So, how can we learn Yunqijue? Do we have to join a novelist?"

Mr. Niu nodded.

After pondering slightly, Yang Zheng asked again: "Senior, since you novelists have such supernatural powers, why don't you devote yourself to practicing in seclusion and have to work so hard to tell and wander in the secular world?"

In his opinion, when the storytelling industry appears in public and caters to the popular interests of the public, just to make them smile, it will make them look too low and lose the style of a master.

Compared with those genres, novelists seem to be difficult to enter the elegant hall.

Mr. Niu understood his meaning and smiled indifferently. He did not explain immediately. Instead, he took off the money bag on his shoulder and poured all the copper coins he earned from storytelling on the table.

"this……"

Yang Zheng and Li Shu were stunned, not understanding what he was going to do.

As the two of them watched, Old Niu stretched out his left hand and stopped above the pile of copper coins. With his thin five fingers, he saw a faint crystal light floating from the copper coins, shining with coppery yellow, like a fireflies.

"This is called fireworks. The method of our novelists is to collect folk legends and arguments, compile popular stories, and then feed back to the secular world and the people. The fundamental and goal we base ourselves on is fireworks."

It originated from the folk and belonged to the folk, this is a novel.

If a novel is not a novel, pursues a noble hall, separates from the masses, and loses its energy, then it will no longer be a novel or is no longer popular among the people.

"While I stand on the stage and use my skills to tell the audience, I am also absorbing the fireworks they give back. The happier they are and immersed in it, the more fireworks I get. For me, telling is practicing."

Niu Anxing said lightly, all the fireworks in the reward gathered into his palm and sank into his body.

This is also practicing.

"Now, do you still think I should go into seclusion and practice? If I leave the root and no longer go deep into the secular world, it is to work behind closed doors. Without the fireworks, the novelist will be ruined."

Yang Zheng suddenly realized.

There is no distinction between high and low in practice, and the ultimate goal is only one, becoming stronger. Novelists wander in the world and seem to be low and hard, but in fact they earn a lot of true energy, which is easier.

There are too many audiences in the world. As long as you have the ability and have good stories, novelists can practice wherever they go without being restricted by region and resources.

This is the advantage of novelists, and it is something that other genres cannot do.

In contrast, Yunqijue is just a strange trick and cannot represent a novelist at all.

Yang Zheng stood up solemnly, bowed to the ground to Lao Niu, and apologized for his contempt just now.

Mr. Niu saw it and his smile became stronger, "Do you still want to learn now?"

Yang Zheng thought for a long time and replied: "If I have to join a novelist to practice Yunqi Art, then I can only give up. The path I will take in the future is destined to be different."

Novelists do not enter the elegant hall, but afterwards, they will live in a high temple and rule the world. The different ways are so difficult to plan.

Mr. Niu was not surprised, and rolled up the copper coins on the table, got up and prepared to leave.

At this time, Yang Zheng turned his mind and suddenly said, "Senior, can I exchange things for you for exercises?"

He still didn't want to give up Yunqijue, so he had an idea and came up with this idea.

Mr. Niu stopped and did not sit back, saying, "I just made it very clear. For novelists, they are willing to work hard for the sake of fireworks. What treasure can impress us?"

Yang Zheng smiled slightly, with a superb look, "I can give you fireworks."

Old Niu was confused.

Li Shu was also confused.

"What's the meaning?"

Yang Zheng raised his hand and signaled Mr. Niu to sit back again, saying, "Young people are not talented, they are a little literary, there are just a few good stories in their belly. If they are provided to you, they will definitely attract thousands of audiences and make a fortune!"

He thought to himself, Niu Danxiang, with my help, you will soon become a famous platinum artist and gain countless fans.

When Mr. Niu heard this, he was not only not moved by these conditions, but instead became arrogant.
Chapter completed!