"Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three continents go to the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!"

The people listening to the book around made a long "huh" sound.

Then the storyteller picked up the waking wood on the right and slapped it down.

The people around put away their voices, moved the small bench, and listened to the storyteller to describe the world of cultivation to them.

The boy and the girl sat at the back of the crowd, staring at the storyteller with a smile on their lips.

"Speaking of the Demon Suppression Sect Sect Master Wang Hui, that is a masterpiece of a generation! Not only is his own strength extraordinary, but he has also personally cultivated a man like Liu Wuru!"

"Liu ruthlessly relied on the luck of heaven and earth to win the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor in the hands of many immortals!"

"Later, I fought with the Lingyun Pavilion in Zhongzhou, and the powerhouses of our Demon Sect in Qianzhou, and that battle was a landslide and tsunami, and the sun and moon hung upside down!"

Liu ruthlessly raised the sword in his hand, and with a finger in the air, the Immortal Emperor of Lingyun Pavilion let out a wail, and fell heavily from the air, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

"Seeing this, the people of the Demon Sect actually betrayed our Qianzhou and joined forces with the people of Lingyun Pavilion to suppress Liu Wuru!"

The people around him exclaimed, and couldn't help clenching their fists, secretly anxious for Liu Wuru.

"However, Liu Wuru is worthy of being a figure favored by the legendary Immortal Emperor, even in the face of the sneak attack of the Demon Sect and Lingyun Pavilion!"

"I only heard Liu ruthlessly shouting: Ah, you thieves dare to run rampant in front of me, and see how I ended your lives today!"

As he spoke, Liu Wuru lifted the sword in his hand, pulled the reins in his hand, and rode the colorful dragon to meet him!

The storyteller picked up the tea bowl in his hand and took a sip.

"That's not right! I heard that Liu Wuru has been caught by Liu Mingzhi of the Demon Sect? Isn't it possible to save their lives by Lingyun Pavilion to relieve them?"

The young man stood up in the crowd and offered his opinion.

"Also, as far as I know, Liu Ruthless is only at the level of the first level, how can he fight with the master of Lingyun Pavilion?"

The storyteller obviously didn't expect someone to contradict him.

Moreover, the storytelling itself exaggerates some of the ingredients, and mixes his own understanding and fantasy.

After all, storytelling is not history after all, and he needs dramatic effects.

In the end, the storyteller was clearly deceived by the teenager's story.

One layer?

What's that?

Demon Sect Liu Wise?

Is there such a person?

Liu Wuxin had heard of it.

However, those who can say this kind of thing are generally people with a little knowledge, and may even be legendary immortal cultivators.

"Dare to ask this young hero, are you a disciple of the Demon Sect?"

"Not really. ”

"Could it be a disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect?"

"Not really. ”

In Qianzhou, since you are not a disciple of the Demon Sect, nor are you a disciple of the Demon Subduing Sect, then you must not be an immortal cultivator.

Because although there are many sects in Qianzhou, most of them have taken refuge in the Demon Sect or the Demon Subduing Sect.

And they also consider themselves disciples of these two factions.

To be on the safe side, the storyteller asked more.

"Then which sect does this young hero worship in?"

"I, a scholar! The Son once said, good is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting!"

After showing off for a long time, it turned out to be a reader!

Scholars have nothing to fear!

"The little boy is arrogant and ignorant, how can the world of cultivating immortals be understood by a mortal like you! Liu Wuru is such an amazing talent, he can't be measured by your measurements! But what you just said is quite interesting, which one said it?"

Lin Lingyun thought about it carefully before remembering the name of the saint who said this.

"Lao Tzu said!"

The boy is none other than Lin Lingyun.

Before the head of Zhongzhou arrived at Lingyun Pavilion, he left with Wang Yuyan.

Originally, Lin Xian'er disagreed, but Wang Youtian only said one sentence and changed her mind.

"We don't have the right to interfere with any of the actions of Master Lin, and even I can't give him too many instructions. Because Master Lin wants to become the first to ascend to powerhouse! No one has ever walked this road, and every step he takes is his own! He will go wherever he thinks he should go. ”

Follow your heart, keep your clarity, and don't be contaminated by the chores of Lingyun Pavilion to the spiritual platform.

Go to the earthly world and feel the world.

Embark on a path that no one has ever tried before, and when he returns, he is still a teenager.

Lin Xian'er could hear it, so she agreed with Lin Lingyun's idea.

However, Lin Lingyun didn't think about it so much at all.

It's just that because Wang Yuyan is depressed, I want to take her to Qianzhou to see the place where she was born, and pay tribute to her parents by the way, that's all.

Can the Pomeranian smile carefree, and the ascension is nothing more than that, right?

What he didn't know was that the more this kind of mentality of doing nothing, the more he could maintain the clarity of his spiritual platform.

The benefits to future ascension will be endless.

...

"I'm your uncle!"

The storyteller really wronged Lin Lingyun.

Water is good for all things without fighting, this sentence is indeed said by Lao Tzu.

Lao Tzu didn't mean Lin Lingyun, but the great sage whose real name was Li Er!

"Your uncle! Lao Tzu's profound knowledge, how can you know? Not to mention you, even Liu ruthlessly can't come!"

Lin Lingyun didn't let it go at all, pointing at the storyteller's nose and scolding, which made him feel like he was a teenager at the beginning.

On the playground, it is as sweet as three or five confidants' mouths and honey.

"You're very knowledgeable, so good!"

The storyteller laughed angrily, took out a glittering token from his bosom, and wrote "learn" a big word.

"See? I'm a cultural person who has been personally certified by Qianguo! What about you? Yes? If not, shut up!"

I'll take the test!

What the hell is this?

Graduation certificate?

Why haven't you heard of this thing in Zhongzhou?

If you knew about it, you can bring some yourself.

In fact, Zhongzhou also has it.

In the mundane world, in order to encourage those young people who are unable to cultivate to study more, many small states will issue such small tokens.

With this token, you can enjoy state allowances.

At the highest level, they receive a stipend that covers the daily expenses of a family of five.

Therefore, the storyteller is proud enough to be proud of Lin Lingyun.

This is the first time Lin Lingyun has been looked down upon like this, but there is nothing he can do.

Because he really didn't have a token in the storyteller's hand, it aroused a rare competitive spirit in him.

The competitive spirit of competing with an ordinary man for cultural skills.

If this matter falls into the ears of other immortal cultivators, I am afraid that I will be laughed out of my big teeth.

Who would be bored enough to spell culture?

Aren't they all spelling realms, spelling exercises, and spelling magic weapons?

But Lin Lingyun just felt that he should fight with him.

One is for fun, but I want to prove to myself that even if I don't have endless spiritual power, I can still live well in this world.

"Where are the tokens? I'm going to get you one! Aren't you golden? Look I'll get you a colorful one!"

The storyteller scoffed at this.

Looking at you, you're only a teenager, even if you start studying in your mother's womb, aren't you only ten years now?

Can you compare it to an old master like me?

If it weren't for the assignment of the Demon Suppression Sect to promote the wisdom and martial arts of the Demon Suppression Sect here, I'm afraid that I would be sitting at home now, and I would also have rice and white noodles to eat!

"The ink drinking camp over there, sign up there!"

Lin Lingyun took Wang Yuyan's weak and boneless hand and ran towards the ink drinking camp.

I'm going to let you see, a sentence that flies down 3,000 feet can alarm Liu Qinghe and Wang Hui, can the same poem be exchanged for a colorful token?

"Open the door! I want to recite poems!"

Lin Lingyun slammed the door of the Ink Drinking Camp.

This rude appearance is very inconsistent with the style of a scholar.