Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio In the teahouse, an old man wearing an old robe stood in front of a table on a high platform. He was telling the story of "Emperor Shengzu defeated the Western Barbarians". Although it was an old story that everyone knew about, when it came out of his mouth, the customers in the teahouse were mesmerized by it and forgot to eat the fruits on their plates.
Sun Shuping was originally a scholar, but like most of his peers, he didn't make a name for himself. As the saying goes, "A hundred useless scholars are useless." Once there is no hope of becoming an official, those who do well will become an advisor to others. Those who don't do well will open a private school and become a teacher. Of course, there were those who ended up on the streets and became beggars.
His life was neither good nor bad. Because of his ability to speak, he became the disciple of an old storyteller and became a storyteller. Because he was literate and well-read, his accomplishments in this field were even higher than his master's. Unknowingly, decades had passed and he could be considered to have made a name for himself.
A string of ear-piercing bird cries rang out. Sun Shuping's mouth did not stop moving as he looked over with a frown. He saw a fat man covered in silk, carrying a birdcage as he walked into the courtyard. He casually squeezed his way to the front of the stage and sat down.
The bird seemed to be frightened and its calls became even more shrill, causing everyone to glare angrily at it. However, they seemed to be afraid of the fat man's power and dared not say anything.
Sun Shuping had no choice but to stop and smiled, "Sir, birds are not allowed in the teahouse. May I trouble you to hang it outside?"
The fat man rolled his eyes, "Hang it outside? Do you know how much my bird is worth? If I lose it, you'll pay for it? You tell your story and it calls its own. You guys compete and see who is better. Don't worry, I won't give you a single copper coin. I'll give you more than these poor people. "
Sun Shuping's frown deepened. He slammed the gavel and said, "So what if you foresee the future? Listen to the next chapter!" He ended the book with an old saying that would not change for a thousand years. He flicked his sleeves and left.
In the teahouse, cheers rang out, not only for the story, but also for the integrity of the storyteller. Many copper coins were thrown onto the stage.
His disciple, Little Shitou, rushed onto the stage and picked up the coins while bowing to everyone like a little monkey, causing laughter.
"Ouch!" Little Shitou cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Blood flowed down from his forehead and a blood-stained silver horn fell onto the stage.
Sun Shuping hurried over to help his disciple up. He pointed at the fatty and said angrily, "You!"
"Tell me, tell me more. I have plenty of money!" The fat man sneered and tossed a piece of silver in his hand. "Hmph, if I support you, you're a character. If I don't support you, you're just a stupid storyteller. You dare to throw a tantrum with me? Do you know who I am? I'll smash you to death with money, you old thing. <
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A streak of golden light flew down from the upper floor and struck the fat man's head. It bounced off and landed on the stage. It was an ingot of gold.
When he looked at the fatty again, he saw that his face was already covered in blood and he had directly fainted.
"Mr. Sun? Our shopkeeper invites you in. "A strong man somehow flashed and appeared in front of Sun Shuping.
When Little Shitou saw the gold, he hurriedly covered his head and picked up the gold. He took a bite and exclaimed in surprise, "Master, it's really gold. It's such a big piece!" His head immediately stopped hurting. He had never touched gold in his entire life.
A child who grew up in a tile-roofed shop wasn't as precious as gold. Sun Shuping felt a bit sad. Storytelling was a lowly profession and anyone could scold it. He had experienced this many times, but he didn't want this child to suffer for the rest of his life. He decided to change his profession.
As his mind ran wild, he followed the man to a private room on the second floor. He lifted the bamboo curtain and saw an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion sitting there. His clothes weren't particularly luxurious, but it was obvious that they were made of the best and most comfortable material. He didn't exude any arrogance, but just sat there quietly, giving off an aura of a crane among a flock of chickens.
Based on his many years of experience, he felt that this' noble person 'in front of him didn't seem like someone who would come to this kind of place to listen to storytelling. It was more likely that he was a cultivator, so he didn't dare to slight him. He respectfully bowed and said, "This junior is Sun Shuping. Thank you for your help."
Sun Fubai looked up and down at this famous storyteller within a radius of a hundred li. He nodded slightly in satisfaction and once again confirmed Li Qingshan's thoughts. If this storyteller spoke, even the most ordinary story would become much more vivid and interesting!
"Brother, have you heard of Cloudwisp Society?"
"No."
"Now you've heard of it. This isn't the place to talk. Come with me!" Sun Fubai stood up and walked out the door. Little Shitou was holding his head with one hand and holding the gold in the other as he stuck his head out of the door.
"But I only know how to tell stories!" Sun Shuping was taken aback. He struggled to imagine why a 'noble person' who could casually toss around gold, a legendary cultivator, would look for a storyteller like him.
"Then that's enough." Sun Fubai rubbed Little Shitou's head. "There's plenty of gold."
Little Shitou immediately felt like his head no longer hurt, and his blood stopped flowing.
After Sun Fubai left the Hundred Schools of Thought, he immediately gathered the managers of the major bookstores and made an announcement to the various cities and districts of the Clear River prefecture, recruiting people. At the same time, he personally visited the most famous storytellers and singers within the Clear River prefecture.
According to Li Qingshan's plan, these people's greatest use was not storytelling and singing, but as mentors who would pass on their experiences and become the core of the Cloudwisp society.
At the same time, he found an estate in a corner of the prefectural city to serve as the headquarters of the Cloudwisp society. Under the impetus of absolute power and wealth, the Cloudwisp society that Li Qingshan envisioned was rapidly established. However, he still had no idea when it would be able to unleash its power and how much power it would be able to unleash.
As Sun Fubai ran around, Li Qingshan arrived on the Divine Mechanism island of the school of mohism, preparing to attend his first lesson after coming to the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing waited there under the iconic, huge arched door of Divine Mechanism island. The island was filled with various strange machines and tall structures. A group of wooden horse puppets galloped past, filled with a strange sense of vitality.
They entered a grand building shaped like a conch shell (it looked like shit to Li Qingshan). It also spiralled upwards, stopping at around the second or third floor before entering the room at the centre of the spiral.
The circular room seemed like a conch shell had been turned upside down. It was shaped like a staircase. Many people were already seated there, waiting, chatting in groups of three or five. Apart from the disciples of mohism in their ink-green uniforms, there were also many disciples from other schools in uniforms of other colours and styles.
Although Li Qingshan's set of green, bamboo-coloured robes was the only one of its kind, it did not stand out among the crowd. However, all Qi Practitioners had sharp ears and eyes. Glancing over, the topic of discussion would change silently.
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