The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

"Why hasn't he opened his eyes yet?"

Thirteen Aunt waved her hand in front of Liu Che's eyes.

Chen Xiangwan observed Liu Che's state and already had her answer in mind.

"Brother Liu seems to have a talent for storytelling and recounting tales..."

His tone was somewhat complicated.

When Liu Che mentioned wanting to see his "signature storybook," he had already vaguely guessed that Liu Che was probably interested in the profession of "storyteller."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have known about something like "Benming Huaben" (本命话本).

Liu Che has entered this state of "contemplation" simply by listening to his rapid-fire recitation, which shows that Liu Che's talent is far superior to his.

At this moment, Liu Che was riding a tall, fine horse, standing at the head of Dangyang Bridge.

Before him stood Zhang Fei, spear in hand.

Clad in armor, Zhang Fei resembled a prehistoric beast, exuding a terrifying aura.

With his eyes wide open, he pointed his spear at Liu Che and roared, "I am Zhang Yide of Yan! Do you dare to fight me to the death!"

Looking at Zhang Fei, Liu Che slowly raised his hand and clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "I am Liu Che, a man from Lu, and I humbly request to learn from General Zhang!"

"kill!"

Zhang Fei spurred his horse and charged towards Liu Che.

With a flick of his wrist, Liu Che produced a silver-scaled steel spear.

This is the weapon he used in his previous life.

Although this weapon was not forged in this lifetime.

But in his conscious world, he can replicate it.

He knew very well that this was an illusionary world that Chen Xiangwan had pulled him into.

However, the Zhang Fei before them was not just an illusion.

Judging from the exquisite detail of this flying illusion, Chen Xiangwan's master must be no ordinary storyteller.

Because this level of illusion already belongs to the [Heroic Soul] level.

This shows that Chen Xiangwan's lineage definitely had an extraordinary master of storytelling.

Only a master of that caliber could create such a "heroic spirit".

Moreover, this is Zhang Fei's [heroic spirit].

It should be noted that Zhang Fei was a Martial Saint, a level of existence that surpassed even the Grandmaster of Martial Arts.

Even if his [heroic spirit] only has a trace of its essence, it is enough to instantly kill any [martial artist] below the third rank.

Even martial arts masters can benefit greatly from communicating with a [Heroic Soul] of this level.

It seems that Chen Xiangwan's master cherished this disciple very much, and even passed on a [Heroic Soul] to him.

However, Chen Xiangwan's talent was too poor, and she had not been able to advance to the seventh rank before today, so she was able to borrow this [Heroic Soul].

Otherwise, those bastards like Zhao Tianhu wouldn't be enough for him to kill.

The thought flashed through my mind and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Zhang Fei rushing onto the bridge, Liu Che spurred his horse and charged towards Zhang Fei as well.

Although his body in this life is just that of an ordinary person.

However, even in the illusionary world, he still possessed the fist intent of a [Martial Arts Grandmaster].

With horses' hooves churning and seeing Zhang Fei charging towards him, Liu Che's fighting spirit surged, and he thrust out with his spear!

boom!

The entire illusionary world trembled.

After an unknown amount of time, the spear and the gun collided in mid-air, shattering the illusionary world completely.

Liu Che was blasted out of the illusion world.

Zhang Fei's [heroic spirit] remained in the illusionary world, slowly dissipating along with the entire world.

Watching Zhang Fei's [heroic spirit] dissipate into fireflies, Liu Che solemnly clasped his hands and bowed.

"Thank you for your guidance, General Zhang."

Whether it was his imagination or not, he seemed to see the [heroic spirit] nod slightly to him out of the corner of his eye.

When Liu Che regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he saw Huang Feihong, Aunt Thirteen, and Chen Xiangwan watching him.

Chen Xiangwan's expression was complicated, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

He could sense that the graduation gift his master had given him before he completed his apprenticeship seemed to have disappeared.

Liu Che slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and felt refreshed.

After comprehending the essence of that [Heroic Soul], his fist intent improved considerably.

But he also grew increasingly disgusted with his own physical weakness.

"Brother Liu, you are absolutely a born storyteller."

Chen Xiangwan sighed, "If my master met you, he would definitely take the initiative to ask you to be his disciple."

"May I ask your esteemed surname, sir?"

Liu Che asked him, "Is your surname Lu or Han?"

"My teacher's surname is Han."

Chen Xiangwan was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

"No wonder."

Liu Che understood.

The only storyteller who could so readily depict the spirits of heroes was Bada Shanren.

Among the Bada Shanren, only Lu Yuchuan and Han Qianlin's "original storybook" is "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Brother Liu, do you know my master?"

Chen Xiangwan looked at Liu Che with eager anticipation.

Liu Che did not deny it: "Mr. Han Qianlin's 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' is a unique masterpiece in the capital."

"I knew it."

Chen Xiangwan smiled, her face crinkling with wrinkles: "You're from the North, and the capital is the ancestral home of storytelling. You must know my master."

Liu Che certainly knew Han Qianlin.

He had fought with Han Qianlin in his previous life.

However, he hadn't become a "Martial Arts Grandmaster" yet, and he suffered a minor setback when Han Qianlin lent him Lu Bu's "Heroic Spirit," which injured his leg.

But he definitely wouldn't tell Chen Xiangwan these things.

With a warm hand to Liu Che, Chen Xiangwan had no more reservations: "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Liu, you want to read my 'Benming Storybook' because you want to learn storytelling, right?"

Actually, you're exceptionally talented; there's absolutely no need for you to learn by stealing. I can take you to my master; he'll definitely be willing to take you as his apprentice.

There are three ways to activate a profession.

One way is to become self-taught, another is to learn from a master, and the last way is to learn by stealing.

To become an apprentice, one must abide by the rules of the trade and accumulate seniority.

Self-taught talent requires luck, and Liu Che didn't want to use the works in his memory as guinea pigs for nothing.

That's why he set his sights on Chen Xiangwan, wanting to read her "Fate Storybook" in order to steal her knowledge and become a master.

"Mr. Chen."

He explained to Chen Xiangwan, "I have some difficulties that I can't explain in detail. It's really inconvenient for me to become an apprentice right now, so I had to resort to this tactic. Please forgive me."

"I see..."

Chen Xiangwan nodded thoughtfully: "Then there's no need to say more. Since I promised you, I certainly won't go back on my word."

As he spoke, he stood up and asked Wong Fei-hung, "Master Wong, could we use a guest room?"

Huang Feihong naturally wouldn't refuse, and immediately had Toothbrush Su take Chen Xiangwan and Liu Che to the guest room.

Chen Xiangwan closed the door, invited Liu Che to sit down, and solemnly said, "Brother Liu, in the storytelling profession, it is said that the secrets should not be passed on to more than six people."

I have already broken the rules by letting you read "My Destiny's Tale" without my master's permission.

After you've finished reading my "My Destiny's Tale," you absolutely mustn't share it with anyone else, or I'll truly be a sinner against my sect.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I will never tell anyone, or I'll be struck by lightning."

Only after Liu Che repeatedly assured her did Chen Xiangwan feel relieved.

He gestured for Liu Che to come closer, then bit his tongue hard, drawing blood.

With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he leaned close to Liu Che's ear and spat out blood-red phantom characters that disappeared into Liu Che's ear.

"Over three hundred years of Song Dynasty history, spanning north and south. Let us casually comment on the deeds of the two emperors, their loyalty and righteousness both lamentable and admirable..."