Line up?

A touch of anger rose in Dou Heitan's heart, he was the head of the Black Dragon Sect, and the small sects around him saw him...... It's probably like the people of Qingqiu City met the city lord, and such an identity made him line up?

If the people here are all higher in cultivation than him, and they recognize it in line, they can't see anything powerful, if it is a real gun and a real gun, he dares to guarantee that he will be the one who can come out of this teahouse in the end, maybe he is the only one.

Dou Heitan was thinking about whether to show his strength and shock everyone, but at this time, there was an old man in an old gray robe, wearing a pair of reading glasses and holding a small drum with mottled paint, sitting on a table in the teahouse and knocking a few times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man eats a hundred family meals, wears a hundred family clothes, goes to the sea to catch turtles, and has been on the moon for nine days, and today I came here to take a walk, and I saw the small stones in your pockets......"

"Hehe!" Dou Heitan suppressed the displeasure in his heart, "There are still storytellers in Qingqiu City." ”

The old man is indeed a storyteller, Qingqiu City did not have this number one before, and no one made a living from this, Qingqiu City said that it was not a big deal, some things did not need to be said, everyone soon knew, storytelling in Qingqiu City could not survive, it is estimated that this old man took advantage of the opening of the city gate to come to Qingqiu City to make a fortune.

"Don't talk nonsense, you will be rewarded for speaking well!"

"Tell me more about Qingqiu City, I don't know much about it when I first arrive!"

The mood of the outsiders in the teahouse was already a little boring, and the tea was too expensive, so they didn't dare to drink it wantonly, and it was a good thing for a storyteller to help relieve boredom, so someone urged the storyteller to come.

"Okay, good, Daomen Xuan, don't talk about your bosom friend, talk a few words to your bosom friend, don't waste your tongue if you don't have a bosom friend!" The old storyteller was very satisfied with everyone's performance, and clapped the drum and said loudly, "Today, the old man will talk about Qingqiu City!"

Dou Heitan adjusted his sitting posture, his fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the tea bowl, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he put on a different posture, looking calm and profound.

After working hard to climb more than a dozen mountains, he also wanted to hear more about Qingqiu City when he first came to Qingqiu City, to see if this Qingqiu City was in line with what he saw and felt today, and he also wanted to hear something about the little deputy palace master.

"Let's say that Qingqiu City is an ancient city older than the old man. ”

As soon as the old man started to say it, some people sneered and were happy, and the old man also grinned and followed the music, everyone was happy, he had the money to take it, knocked the drum, and then said it, saying that there were people in Qingqiu City a hundred years ago who soared in the daytime, and there were also immortals who stepped on the clouds and descended from Qingqiu City, which was full of auspicious ...... Dou Heitan was annoyed when he listened to it, and his slightly squinted eyes were about to close with sleep, secretly thinking that this storyteller is not at a good level, and he can't even fool children when he talks about things, and he is afraid that he won't be able to earn a piece of Yuexuan Stone today.

Someone on the field yawned.

"Bang!" the old storyteller beat the drum vigorously and said loudly, "That is, the immortal who stepped on the clouds, after giving grace to the common people, did not return to the Nine Heavens, but turned into a lamp that can cover the sky above Qingqiu City, a sky lantern!"

"Then the lantern slowly fell, falling smaller and smaller, until it fell in front of the gate of Qingqiu City!"

"Guess what's going on?"

The old storyteller glanced at everyone with a smile, his expression was more profound than Dou Heitan, he paused slightly, and said loudly: "The lantern turned into a child with a lamp, and when he landed, he was in the eternal realm, and he teleported step by step, and walked into the current city lord's mansion, calling himself a thousand lamps real person!"

Someone's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he was aroused.

Dou Heitan took a small sip of tea bought with a piece of Yuexuan Stone in distress, and listened to the old man who listened to the story.

"Everyone naturally knows that the city lord of Qingqiu City today is a real person with a thousand lights!" The storyteller said that the old man stroked his beard and admired, "The city lord is really the incarnation of immortals, and after taking charge of Qingqiu City, he promulgated the Qingqiu Decree to benefit all living beings in Qingqiu, so that Qingqiu monks can cultivate here with peace of mind, and strong people ......will come out in large numbers."

I heard the storyteller start to talk about Qiandeng's political achievements, how to be loved and admired...... Dou Heitan's head sank suddenly, almost falling asleep, and after cheering up, he thought about whether he should also find a storyteller to make up a bizarre story, so he said that he Dou Heitan was a black dragon that flew out of the black pool, and established the Black Dragon Gate......

"It's boring!"

"Old man, can you tell me anything else, your story is too sycophant!"

"The Lord of Thousand Lights City won't come here to listen to you, and we are not from Qingqiu City, so we don't like to hear this!"

The guests of the teahouse began to complain, and the storyteller helped the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and put on a helpless look: "There are many stories in the old man's stomach, just say what you want to hear, I promise you to listen to it!"

"Let's talk about the trial of Luoxia Mountain, what are the heavenly and earthly treasures and divine weapons in it!" someone shouted.

"Let him talk about this?" someone immediately retorted, "Look at the way he looks, I'm afraid that he has never been to Luoxia Mountain in his life, and he is making it up when he says it!"

"Let's talk about the Eighteen Mountains Heavenly Pride List!" Dou Heitan couldn't help it, and said in a rather majestic tone, "For example, that Tianjiao list is second, why did it become the second?"

"Yes, that's it!"

"What's the matter with the little deputy palace master? Is it really that powerful? Why have you never heard of him before?"

"How can he become second, or is he willing to be second?

Dou Heitan's words aroused strong echo from everyone, which made Dou Heitan a little proud, took a big sip of tea, and said with a dark smile, they are all a bunch of fools, just let Lao Tzu line up, what is the queue for?

"Everyone, the little deputy palace master...... " The storyteller looked through the blurred reading glasses, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a corner of the teahouse, and then lowered his voice to everyone, "That little deputy palace master is not an ordinary person, if the old man speaks badly and is listened to by him, he will not be able to go home and hug my little grandson!"

"If there's anything you can't say, say!" Someone was very arrogant and threw a moon stone at the old storyteller, "Don't you just want to make some rewards!

"Are you really all visitors from outside the city?" the old man picked up the moon stone and wiped it with his sleeve, "Won't it hurt the old man?"

When everyone said that he was not from Qingqiu, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and beat the small drum non-stop.

"Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, color is a steel knife that scrapes bones, wealth is the root of trouble, and gas is a smokeless cannon. ”

"You all want to hear who the little deputy palace master is and what the story is, the old man knows a lot about it......"

(End of chapter)