The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

"Who is it?"

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Tianhu turned around to look at the person who had come, and couldn't help but frown.

After he drove all the customers out of the teahouse, he arranged for Hua Lao and his men to guard the teahouse from the outside.

Why are there still idle people coming up here?

The person who came was naturally Liu Che.

With a smile on his face, he walked unhurriedly toward the storytelling stage, saying, "My name is Luo Yonghao, and I've come here specifically to make friends."

"Who the hell wants to be your friend?"

Zhao Tianhu glared at him and yelled, "How did you get in? Where's Hua Laoren?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Liu Che continued walking, smiling as he explained, "I'm not here to make friends with you, but with this Mr. Chen."

As he watched him approach step by step, Zhao Tianhu couldn't help but feel uneasy.

This kid doesn't look like he knows any kung fu at all; he's just an ordinary person.

But how did he manage to sneak past the guards below and get in unscathed?

Secretly wary, he ordered his two thugs, "Wang Liu, Qian Er, throw this kid out!"

The two thugs immediately turned around and rushed towards Liu Che.

Zhao Tianhu himself took two steps back, facing Liu Che, and moved towards the window.

Liu Che watched as two thugs rushed towards him, but he didn't stop walking, jokingly saying, "Don't be shy, I can sit anywhere."

Wang Liu on the left had already rushed forward, his hand clenched into a mallet shape, and he swung it toward Liu Che's chest and abdomen.

His punches were astonishing, slicing through the air like whips, producing a whooshing sound.

Liu Che glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw that the index finger of the man holding the mallet was protruding and shaped like a phoenix eye. He immediately understood the man's background.

So it turns out they were practicing white eyebrows.

Phoenix Eye Hammer is the signature move of White Eyebrow Fist, capable of striking vital acupoints, and its techniques are varied.

However, this thug's skill level is only at the Ming Jin stage.

His punches were powerful, but his speed was not fast.

Liu Che's current body is that of an ordinary person, but in his previous life he had fought against a master of the White Eyebrow Fist.

With the support of the master's boxing intent, he instantly predicted the opponent's punching path.

"I think this place is quite nice."

As he spoke, he changed direction and lightly twisted his body, circling around to Wang Liu's side.

In Wang Liu's eyes, however, it seemed that Liu Che had turned around in advance, and it was Wang Liu himself who misjudged the position and missed.

Surprised, he didn't have time to think and immediately changed his move, swinging his elbow horizontally to strike Liu Che on the back of the head.

This is Bai Mei's killing move, Phoenix Turns Back. If it hits you, even a stone will shatter into three pieces.

However, before he could change his tactics, Liu Che had already reached the table, flicked his clothes, and sat down.

At this moment, Wang Liu's phoenix elbow strike came down, but missed again.

What's going on?

Wang Liu was both shocked and furious.

He added force when he changed his move, and when he missed, he immediately lost his balance and staggered half a step to the side.

In the blink of an eye, Qian Er, who had rushed over with him, also arrived.

Wang Liu missed twice in a row, which he saw clearly.

Instead of attacking Liu Che, he bent down and swept his leg out, kicking the seat beneath Liu Che.

In a life-or-death struggle, falling to the ground is tantamount to being half dead.

Liu Che was completely unaware, and instead got up again, reaching for the teapot and teacups on the table.

Click!

The chair beneath him was smashed to pieces by Qian Er's sweeping kick.

The wood chips flew with force, smashing the nearby tables and chairs.

But Liu Che was completely oblivious, simply holding the teapot and pouring tea into cups, jokingly saying, "It's not even the New Year yet, why are you in such a hurry to kowtow to me? I didn't bring any red envelopes!"

Something's off about this kid!

When his kick missed, Qian Er realized something was wrong.

Liu Che looks fair and clean, but how come he seems to be able to predict his moves and always dodge them in advance?

Without thinking twice, he swept his leg out again, aiming for Liu Che's ankles as he stood.

The foundation of ground-lying boxing...

Liu Che's eyes flickered slightly, but he still smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, let me offer you a cup of tea!"

As he spoke, he released his right hand from the teacup.

The teacup fell from his hand, and by sheer coincidence, it struck the outside of Qian Er's knee, about a hand's width away, precisely where Qian Er had kicked.

This is Yanglingquan, the He-Sea point of the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang, and also the weak point of the Ground-Lying Fist and Leg Technique.

A mere teacup weighing three or four ounces was smashed here, but Qian Er felt as if he had been hit by an iron rod; his originally straight leg instantly twitched and went limp.

"hiss!"

He gasped and tried to back away, but the moment his left leg, which had been hit, touched the ground, the pain made his face turn pale.

He staggered two steps and retreated to Wang Liu's side.

He grabbed Wang Liu, who was about to rush forward, and stared at Liu Che in fear. He shouted to Zhao Tianhu, who had slipped to the window, "Brother! He's tough! Let's get up here and fight!"

He spoke with an accent from southern Hubei, using slang and underworld jargon, meaning that Liu Che was difficult to deal with and that he should call his brothers to come up and attack him with weapons.

Zhao Tianhu, who was by the window, had seen everything that had just happened.

In his eyes, Liu Che didn't touch Wang Liu and Qian Er at all. He just sat down, got up to pour tea, and accidentally dropped the teacup. His series of actions were no different from those of an ordinary person.

Wang Liu and Qian Er, however, seemed to have lost their minds and swayed their own bodies.

Qian Er, in particular, was hit by a teacup and ended up limping from the pain.

It's a shame that he used to boast that his legs were strong enough to break rocks, yet he couldn't even lift a teacup.

He silently complained to himself, but he didn't lose his temper.

Having spent many years in the martial arts world, he knew that it was a place teeming with hidden talents and extraordinary individuals.

This kid looks ordinary, but there's definitely something wrong with him.

He grabbed a teacup, pushed open the window, and threw it at Hua Lao and his gang members downstairs.

Click!

"Come up and help!"

Liu Che paid him no heed and simply walked leisurely to an empty table to the side of the storytelling stage. He bowed slightly to Chen Xiangwan on the stage and said, "Mr. Chen, please continue!"

Looking at the calm and composed Liu Che, and the two thugs who were inexplicably dismissed, Chen Xiangwan was somewhat bewildered.

What's going on?

How did a handsome young man suddenly appear and manage to outwit Zhao Tianhu's two bodyguards?

Although he couldn't figure out how Liu Che defeated Wang Liu and Qian Er, he knew that he had met a master.

Is it possible that his life is not meant to end today?

He solemnly cupped his hands towards Liu Che and said seriously, "Indeed, when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up."

Qin Qiong was down on his luck, but he met the peerless hero Shan Xiongxin.

Today, I, Chen Xiangwan, have escaped death and met a young hero. I am truly fortunate.

Liu Che pulled a folding fan from his sleeve, tapped it lightly against his palm, and deliberately asked, "Oh? Why is Shan Xiongxin called a peerless hero?"

Upon hearing his question, Chen Xiangwan's eyes lit up.

To be a good storyteller, you must first be a good listener.

Only those who can appreciate the subtleties of a story can be considered to have a talent for storytelling.

He was accepted into the master's tutelage because he understood the profound meaning in the book.

If he can't even understand the story he's listening to, even if he kneels to death at his master's doorstep, his master still won't accept him.

Liu Che asked a very good question.

Just like the straight man in a crosstalk performance, you need to support him at the right moment to deliver the punchline.

His words of thanks interrupted the storyteller's rhythm.

But Liu Che's question, however, served as a transition, putting his rhythm back on him.

wonderful!

That's brilliant!

In his gaze as he looked at Liu Che, besides gratitude, there was also a hint of mutual appreciation.

"Good question!"

He picked up the conversation and returned to the rhythm of a storyteller: "This Shan Xiongxin is no ordinary man. He is from Jiyin County, Caozhou. He is brave and agile, skilled in using the horse spear, and has the title of Flying General..."

At this moment, Hua Lao and more than a dozen thugs rushed up the stairs of the teahouse.