bookcurios Chapter 142 Confession?
Chapter 142 Confession?
After eating and drinking to their heart's content again, Jiang Tingwan paid the bill in a domineering manner, left Xiankelai with everyone, and walked down the street with a swagger, deliberately ignoring every glance from Mu Yunzhong.
Colorful lanterns were hung along the long street, flashing brightly in the night and illuminating the entire street.
The hustle and bustle on the street has not yet faded, and pedestrians on the street are still enjoying the last moments of the day.
Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, a resounding voice was heard once again. That voice was familiar and had a rhythm that stirred emotions.
"Dear listeners, today we are going to talk about the story of Nangong Xiu, the Palace Master of Wuchen Palace. It is said that more than a thousand years ago..."
"It's that storyteller again, telling the story of Nangong Xiu!" Mo Shaoyu had sharp ears and recognized it immediately.
Meng Ziyuan's expression was not very good, and he was even unwilling to go over there.
The storyteller on the stage spoke the same opening lines, but the bruises and redness on his face were particularly obvious, and his arm was wrapped in a bandage hanging around his neck.
Although he was injured, his voice was as loud as a bell and he performed his duties conscientiously.
"You've already told this story, what else do you want to tell? I don't want to hear it..." Someone in the crowd suddenly interrupted the storyteller.
"My dear, please listen to me. Last time, I talked about how the hundreds of immortal sects surrounded and suppressed the Wuchen Palace. This time, let's focus on how Nangong Xiu gradually became a legend from the son of a hunter!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the audience shouted, "How can this devil be called a legend? You are wrong, don't listen..."
The man waved his hand and walked away. Some people in the audience echoed him, "That's right, who would tell a story for the devil..."
As he spoke, many people left in disappointment.
"Hey, don't go, sir!" Seeing that many people had left, the storyteller on the stage blushed anxiously and quickly asked them to stay.
But some people who loved to listen to the story stayed. Perhaps because they saw him going to work despite his injuries, they felt pity for him and encouraged the storyteller to continue, "Sir, don't worry about them. We love to listen. Just tell your story!"
When he heard that there were still people coming to support him, the storyteller immediately became interested and asked those who stayed to sit down.
Mo Shaoyu also became interested, "Is today's story a new one?"
Mo Shaoyang looked hesitant: "It's not a good idea to listen to the story of how Nangong Xiu became a demon."
Mo Shaoyu: "What's wrong with this? It's just listening to a story. Others can tell it, so why can't we listen to it?"
If it were all the key words about Mu Yun’s life, Jiang Tingwan would have treated it with caution, but tonight she didn’t want to be timid anymore. It was impossible for Mu Yun to never hear about those people and things for the rest of his life.
She was worried about having no place to entertain herself tonight, so she immediately said, "Yes, it's just a story. It's a different experience to hear about Nangong Xiu from a different perspective."
Mo Shaoyu: "Uncle Master is right!"
When Mo Shaoyu heard Jiang Tingwan say this, he immediately agreed and pulled Mo Shaoyang over.
Fortunately, many people had left before, leaving a lot of empty seats in the audience, so they were able to sit down and didn't have to stand and listen for a long time like last time.
It was also because of this sitting that they could see clearly from close up that the bruised and swollen face of the storyteller was constantly shaking with his muscles as he spoke. Despite this, it did not affect the rhythm of his narration at all. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but admire him and feel sorry for him.
“It is said that Nangong Xiu was born in a hunter family in Bailin Mountain. He was born in the mountains and raised in the rivers and lakes. He was gifted with a spiritual sea. He was able to communicate with the spiritual creatures in the mountains since he was a child. Although he was the son of a hunter, he lived in harmony with the spirits in the mountains and could drive wild beasts when he was ten years old…”
In just one day, the storyteller's character judgment and image creation of Nangong Xiu made a 360-degree turn, as if the Nangong Xiu he talked about yesterday had the same name and surname.
The people in the audience enjoyed the story very much and did not doubt the contradiction between the two stories. However, Jiang Tingwan, the author, guessed the reason after seeing the injuries on the storyteller's body.
Because the Nangong Xiu he was talking about today was not a false fiction, but the soft-hearted god from Qinglan's perspective who could understand her words, save her life, and protect her safety.
The storyteller talked incessantly, spitting everywhere, and spared no effort to create a "tall" heroic image for Nangong Xiu, while also striving for an easy living for himself.
Jiang Tingwan listened quietly, looking at the trembling bruises and redness on the storyteller's face, he found it somewhat funny. This fox demon actually went to such lengths to protect its master. It would have been fine if it had just had a few direct arguments with the storyteller before, but it didn't expect that it would force him to change the script.
Thinking about it this way, the most eye-catching setting of this fox is "loyalty", and the most difficult setting to change is also "loyalty". For Nangong Xiu, she can do anything.
So she must bewitch Mu Yunzhong, and she must use Mu Yunzhong's body to resurrect Nangong Xiu.
If Mu Yun is unable to take control of the Dustless Pearl with a clear mind, then the final result will be either he becomes possessed by a demon or Nangong Xiu is reborn.
Jiang Tingwan was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice that the look in Mu Yunzhong's eyes changed from inquiry at the beginning to loneliness and frustration.
He sat next to her and stared at her all night, and she ignored him all night. The stubbornness he had shown a few hours ago suddenly became meaningless at this moment.
He withdrew his gaze and murmured with a sigh: "I admit that I lost..."
From the moment he came out to look for her, from the moment he saw her and Shen Zhui sitting together drinking tea while he pretended to have a relapse of his injury and stayed behind, and from the moment he opened his mouth just now, he had lost, lost completely and thoroughly.
To this day, what he could not bear the most was no longer the so-called hatred, but her departure. Just now, he actually felt her leaving, or about to leave.
His whisper rang in her ears, and Jiang Tingwan came back to her senses, turning her head away in a daze.
He lowered his head and continued to talk to himself: "I shouldn't have argued with you, and I shouldn't have said nothing. I'm just a little scared. I'm afraid that all this was really done by Qing Lan. I'm even more afraid that if I tell you that I have stopped all my plans and have no idea about what happened today, you won't believe me."
"I know you are not my master, and I also know that all my feelings for you started from the moment you were no longer her. So, in fact, from the very beginning, what I saw and liked was you..."
"Mu Yunzhong!" Jiang Tingwan was frightened by his words. Is this kid having a seizure?
She looked around in panic. Fortunately, they were all focused on the storyteller's story and didn't hear what he said. She could only lower her voice to remind him, "Do you know where this is? Do you know what you are talking about?"
Although she had known his thoughts for a long time, this was the first time she had experienced his confession in public, especially at this special moment tonight.
Just as she was about to stand up, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. This tiny movement caught someone's attention.
"I know, I know it very well. You also know what I am talking about..."