A man shouted in the study building with a meaty face, if the peak of martial arts is not renewed, he will demolish this study building. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info at this moment, a young man dressed as a scholar stepped forward and scolded the man.

"Ma Laisan, in vain you are reading the peak of martial arts, don't you see the chivalrous righteousness and the morality of not bullying the weak in it? So what's the difference between you and those demonic people inside? Shizi's words exploded in Ma Laisan's mind like a thunderbolt, Ma Laisan's face was confused, and then he suddenly became enlightened. Yang Tian shouted: "Who is the peak author of martial arts?" It is all thanks to this book that I Ma Lai San repented and embarked on the right path, no matter who you are, please accept my Ma Lai Sanyi worship. After saying that, Ma Lai bowed to the sky, and wanted to bow sincerely to the shopkeeper and apologize sincerely. Then he straightened his spine and walked out of the study building, as if he had been reborn.

"The acting is slightly exaggerated, but the grasp of this emotional rhythm is quite accurate." Zhao Zheng secretly commented on Ma Laisan in his heart.

Then there was a lot of talk in the library.

"That's the West Street Tyrant Ma Lai San? I heard that he completely changed after reading the book Martial Arts Peak......"

Zhao Zheng was looking at Zhao Yun's expression from beginning to end, although the acting skills of the extras were a little exaggerated, but at this moment it was the time to take drastic medicine, and it didn't matter if there were a little flaws.

And Zhao Yun, one of the authors of the pinnacle of martial arts, with the pen name Cangtian Xiaobawang, smiled like a flower on his face from beginning to end. But at this time, he also had some doubts: "Third brother, does this book really have such a big influence?" "Because it's a private visit to Weifu, of course, this title can't be Your Majesty anymore, the national teacher.

As mentioned earlier, Zhao Yun is an honest child who is willing to believe everything in front of him. So from beginning to end, there was no doubt that this was everything arranged by Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng answered Zhao Yun's question with a sincere face: "Big brother, I only learned today that the rumors are true!" "Zhao Yun is the eldest in the family, so it doesn't hurt to call the eldest brother.

"What rumors?"

"Reading the pinnacle of martial arts, hearing the Tao, you can die at night."

"Really?" Although this sentence is a question sentence, the smug expression on Zhao Yun's face tells others that whether you answer or not, I believe that all this is true.

"Big brother, I heard that there is a place that is very famous in the capital, it is a place for storytelling, and thousands of spectators go to cheer every day, and now they are preaching the book of the pinnacle of martial arts. I heard that the audience who attended the venue had set a new record for that place. ”

"Oh?" Zhao Yun was interested in Zhao Zheng's words, and he couldn't wait to rush there immediately.

"The national teacher quickly leads the way, and I will go with you."

With Zhao Yun's words, in the distance, Gao Linmen, who was standing in a high-rise building and observing all this with his glasses, saw Zhao Zheng's gestures clearly, and used the flag to command the extras to change their costumes and identities, ready to play at any time.

So Zhao Yun could hear passers-by greeting each other all the way, whether they had read the book Peak of Martial Arts, and discussed the plot with each other, and at the same time expressed their longing and admiration for the author.

Along the way, I heard the girl reveal her admiration for the author of the peak of martial arts to her best friend.

Zhao Yun basically walked on the way, and Zhao Zheng had to be careful to support him and be careful that he fell.

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Everyone traveled all the way west to today's destination, listening to the wind tower.

Tingfeng Lou is a place for Lin'an citizens to chat and have fun, the most lively of which is the storytelling place on the fourth floor, which is crowded with people every day, and today the entire Tingfeng Lou is covered by Zhao Zheng, because the extras are not enough, so it will be open to the public for free except for the fourth floor, so it is more lively today.

After entering the building, Zhao Zheng pulled Zhao Yun straight to the fourth floor.

At this time, the storytelling was already halfway through, and Zhao Yun had been talking and laughing with Zhao Zheng to the fourth floor, but he suddenly stopped his voice as soon as he stepped into the door. Because it's so quiet here, it's incompatible with the lively listening building.

The storyteller was in a low voice on the podium, full of true feelings and told the most touching plot of the peak of martial arts. As soon as Zhao Zheng heard it, he felt that this person's story was amazing, not to mention that it was Zhao Yun, who directly suppressed him.

And the audience was even more fascinated by it, and Zhao Zheng saw that these extras today were all performing extraordinarily, and wondered if they should give them an extra red envelope.

The story is moving, and suddenly a young woman cried, the woman cried sincerely, but Zhao Zheng's eyes widened, and the woman in front of her was no longer in the script.

That woman is Wang Fucai's third daughter, Wang Sanjie, what did she come here to join in?

Wang Sanjie's crying seemed to infect everyone present, and she sobbed quietly, and the performance was so natural.

An old woman spoke: "In the past, those scriptures could not be understood by the old body, but since this vernacular text and punctuation are used, many truths can be understood by the old body himself, and he will no longer be blinded by ignorance, and he can understand the words of the sage by himself." I have also read this book once, but I didn't expect to listen to it again today, and I still feel inexplicably moved. The man who wrote this book is truly a sage. ”

After the old woman finished speaking, someone echoed: "Yes, in the past, the boy's family was poor, and he couldn't afford to read or go to school. When I earned money to buy those books of saints, I felt that the words on them were jerky and abnormal, and if I wanted to read one or two, I had to ask my husband to teach them in person, and that was something I could afford. Later, the heart of studying slowly faded, but I didn't expect to hear that there was a place selling vernacular books by chance, and I didn't pay attention to it at the time, until I borrowed it from a friend by chance, and I felt that the book has its own golden house This is true, and the kid can also understand some truths, the kid often thinks about the book written by the saint these days, so that we can also hear the words of the saint, if we can see the gentleman, it is enough. ”

As the stories are told, they are either passionate or bland, sad or joyful, but they all invariably reveal their admiration for the author of the book.

Zhao Yun listened to these stories one by one, only felt that something was blocked in his heart, and some words were like a fish in his throat, and he almost couldn't help but announce to his face that I was the author of this book.

The people invited by Zhao Zheng are not all sailors, and there are more or less people in it who really understand something from that book, and they also have admiration for the author. It's just that it's not that strong.

Just when Zhao Yun was about to admit it, a man suddenly stood up, not to mention how disgusting the image was, with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks and a mouthful of buck teeth, which made people couldn't help but wrinkle their foreheads when they saw it.

The man said with a smug face: "This Yanai is the author of this peak of martial arts. ”

"Really?" Everyone present looked at the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man with admiration, and a woman who looked like a sinking fish and a goose walked over with a shy face and boldly walked over and handed the silk scarf in her hand to the man.

"Yanai is really the author of this book, Cangtian Xiaobawang? Tonight, please go to Mingyue Bridge to meet ......"

The man looked at the woman with a squinting face, and only the saliva was left on the ground, and he touched and touched the woman's hand.

Zhao Yun was already on the verge of anger when he saw this scene, and the folding fan used to hold X in his hand was about to break off on his back, and the woman was naturally found by Zhao Zheng according to the type that Zhao Yun liked, he didn't believe that Zhao Yun could bear it at this moment.

With Zhao Zheng's gesture command, another fresh-looking woman also ran over, boldly confiding her admiration to the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man.

Zhao Yun was as uncomfortable as eating a fly at this time, and the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man actually treated the woman with a hairy hand, and finally he couldn't help but stand up, and said with righteousness: "You prodigal son, you are rude to people!" ”

However, as soon as the words fell, the fresh and refined woman scolded: "Who are you? How dare you reprimand the little overlord of the sky? The little overlord is so talented, how can a villain like you insult him? Besides, the slave family ...... to the little overlord"

Zhao Yun only felt aggrieved and wanted to cry at this time, obviously he was the little overlord of the sky, and then a sense of justice that he had never had before came up, he didn't want the two girls in front of him to be deceived by the prodigal son, he wanted to stand up and expose the truth of all this.

"I'm the little overlord of the sky!" After speaking, Zhao Yun only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and a sense of accomplishment that he had never felt before came to his face.

However, the woman said coldly: "Who are you?" ”