Dayong Storyteller Sanqingtiao Master

"Everyone! I am the storyteller Su Yan. I am wandering here. I want to sell some crafts to make a living. Those who are rich can do it for money, and those who have no money can do it for themselves." "What should we talk about today? Let's talk about the underworld, black and white and impermanence!" Hearing this, the handsome man in white clothes passing by stopped in his tracks, wondering how could anyone know the existence of him and Lao Hei? But when he finished listening to the book, he lost his composure. He grabbed Su Yan by the collar and roared wildly. "Remember this! Bai Wuchang's tongue reaches his chin! It doesn't reach his stomach! His eyes don't bulge! He's very handsome!" Su Yan blinked: "Brother, who are you..." That night, he saw with his own eyes Bai Wuchang holding a mourning stick, standing in the yard and shaking his tongue crazily at him. Su Yan knelt on the ground and cried loudly. "Help! Bai Wuchang wants to lick someone!" He didn't know that the story he told had already opened the door to Yong's Yin and Yang worlds...