Chapter 110 Breaking the Heart Demon

Author: Yewei Ranran

"Let's listen to the analysis next time!"

In the inn, the storyteller stopped abruptly, making everyone extremely dissatisfied.

"What happened next? What happened to the knight afterwards?"

The storyteller had fair skin and begged for mercy, "If you want to know the follow-up, just come and listen next time! The guests have to let me make money, right?"

Everyone was dissatisfied, "If you want to make money, just write well! What's the matter with always writing people to death!"

"Guests, you don't understand." The storyteller said glibly, "You don't have to distinguish between right and wrong. Since ancient times, the moon waxes and wanes, and there are joys, sorrows, and joys. Death cannot be denied.

Doesn’t it exist?”

"This is a good story. You must be able to accept its brilliance and endure its joys and sorrows. Who knows if this is not the truly perfect ending of this story?"

"Humph, you are the only one who can say it! You are indeed Bai Xiaosheng!"

"Do you like writing stories that much?"

"That's called control." The storyteller laughed.

"Hahaha! Do you like to be in control so much? Have you ever taken control of yourself?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "If I could control myself, I wouldn't have to laugh with you here, would I?"

"That's right! Okay! Let's listen to it next time!"

The audience gradually dispersed, and finally the storyteller was the only one left in the inn.

Her slender figure suddenly changed, becoming a knight-errant.

Carrying the sword on her back, she walked out of the secular inn and came to the rivers and lakes. She continued her gratification and grudges, and drew her sword to help when she was displeased. She was free and willful.

"puff!"

Countless long swords penetrated the knight's chest, and the knight fell to the ground, ending the grudge with a happy sound.

The storyteller woke up from bed, and the innkeeper knocked on the door, "Hurry up and write a new story! The guests are waiting!"

The storyteller got up with his clothes on, thought about it for a while, and then wrote something on a white paper.

"Once upon a time, there was a rich young lady. When she went out to burn incense, a heavy rain fell accidentally, and she met a scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam..."

In the hall full of applause, the storyteller talked eloquently, "Later, the young lady fell in love with the scholar at first sight and married him. The two of them were privately engaged for life, but the young lady's family was so fierce that they had no choice but to elope and run away."

"As time goes by, even though life is poor, it is still peaceful. The lady gives birth to a child for the scholar, and the scholar studies hard in a cold window. Finally, he is the top student in high school. He marries the lady and reaches the pinnacle of his life, becoming a couple that makes people better.

"

The guests cheered, "What! It's so old-fashioned! You can't do it anymore!"

"I haven't finished talking yet! Miss Qianjin woke up from a dream one day. Her husband, who was in a high position, was in the concubine's house. She was in charge of the house and treated her husband very respectfully. When she was leaving the house, her carriage accidentally hit her.

Stop, there is a beggar begging along the street. The lady wants to give alms, but the beggar runs away in shame when he sees her face!"

Everyone laughed, "What a vulgar story is this! I guess, after being opposed by her family, the young lady gave up elopement with the scholar. Everything in front of her was the young lady's yearning for the elopement path, and

That beggar is the scholar back then!"

The storyteller smiled and said nothing, and waited for them to finish the discussion before saying, "I haven't finished speaking yet, please don't worry, gentlemen."

"Half a month after meeting the beggar, the rebels captured the capital. The young lady's high-ranking husband was murdered. The young lady and the whole family also died. The dynasty changed."

There was silence for a moment, and the audience looked confused.

"What kind of ghost story is this? I guess the beggar is the leader of the rebels. If he protects the young lady, wouldn't it be a beautiful love story? Now you are neither good nor bad, no beginning, no end, very boring!"

"No." The storyteller smiled, "You know, since ancient times, rebels have always been a mixed place, and the scholar and beggar is just one of the minions."

"Did he kill the young lady?"

"certainly."

There was a burst of dissatisfaction from everyone, "What a ghost story! You are really getting worse and worse!"

"No, no, no," the storyteller said, "The knights who draw their swords to help when they see injustice are ordinary people after all. If they don't change their behavior, they will die under the sword sooner or later. Although they are the protagonists, they are not the protagonists. And this rich scholar,

Even more so.”

"In this world, there must be young ladies who are fooled by scholars. But in reality, young ladies have no choice but to make more choices. Do you think this is right or wrong?"

"...That's not wrong."

"Secondly, what people don't get is always the best, so the lady beautified the scholar and dreamed in her dream about how good the other path she didn't choose was, and used it to complain about her current unsatisfactory life and immersed herself in a dream.

Beautiful dream, is this right or wrong?"

"It's human nature."

"Very good. So a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam but ended up becoming a beggar is obviously not talented enough. So when we meet again, he is not the leader of the rebels but just a little guy. Is it normal?"

"It's barely consistent."

"Yes, so the lover who we agreed to elope with in the past is living so well, but he can't even recognize him as a beggar. The scholar holds a grudge and takes advantage of the chaos to kill his old lover. Is it right or wrong?"

"...It's just human nature."

"That's enough." Bai Xiaosheng clasped his hands behind his back and walked leisurely, "Look, I told the reality to all the guests, but the guests made up a story on their own that didn't conform to common sense, and turned around.

It’s wrong to come and scorn my story. Are you right or wrong?”

There was silence for a long time, and the audience scorned, "Despicable Bai Xiaosheng, he is just trying to trick us. You can tell a bad story like a charm."

Bai Xiaosheng blinked slyly, "Isn't such a story very impactful?"

Strong is strong, Mu Anran became a scholar begging, took advantage of the chaos to kill his old lover, and was accidentally killed by the rebels.

Then she became a young lady again, always telling her beautiful stories. Then she woke up from a dream and the carriage stopped, and she wanted to give alms to beggars.

Everything that was pampered ended when the rebels rushed in. Amidst the wailing, the young lady did not recognize the male protagonist in her dream and died with hatred.

Baixiao sat up from the bed violently.

The innkeeper urged, "Hurry up and write a new story! Guests must listen to a good story! Just the worst kind! You can write it so easily! It won't be too tiring!"

As if the innkeeper made a pun, Bai Xiaosheng put on his clothes and spread out a white paper.

The white paper was spotless. She stared at it for a while and then started to write.

"Once upon a time, there was a person named Xiaofang. Xiaofang didn't like other people's kindness. He was the only one in his world. If he wanted others to go to the left, he would go to the left. If he wanted others to go to the right, he would go to the right. He would not tolerate others disobeying him. If he disobeyed him, he would do it.

Those who disobey it will be tied up and whipped repeatedly until it no longer disobeys it and can no longer remember who it is. It will always be led by Xiaofang and live as another Xiaofang."

The inn suddenly became eerily quiet. Countless spectators were staring directly at Bai Xiaosheng on the stage. They all had the same expression on their faces, even the arcs of their mouths opening and closing were the same.

"Sir, is your name Xiaofang?"

"Sir, have you become Xiaofang?"

"Sir, since you make others unhappy, what about changing it a little bit?"

"Sir, you said it so many times, doesn't it hurt?"

"Sir?" the audience asked her directly, "Are you Xiaofang right?"

The storyteller on the stage was in a trance for a while, then suddenly laughed, bent over with laughter, and burst into tears. Then he wiped away his tears and said, "I said, if I ask you to call me Xiaofang, do you really call me Xiaofang? But this

The name is really funny.”

The space vibrated, and cracks appeared on the faces of the audience.

The storyteller's face was no longer in a trance, he suddenly put away his smile, and said seriously, "Of course my name is not Xiaofang, my name is Mu Anran, full of vitality, never mediocre Mu Anran."

"Mr. Inner Demon, see you next time."
Chapter completed!