After shopkeeper Liu finished buying vegetables, he returned to Yue'an Inn in the inn's tricycle, and the genius shone slightly.

At this time, the guests of Yue'an Inn got up one after another and began to eat breakfast, and the whole inn slowly became lively.

Shopkeeper Liu took back the roll of white cloth that Shopkeeper Zhao gave him, isn't it just a sign, it feels very fresh, and it's not a big deal, although Rong Shengxiang's big owner started as a butcher, but his person is very bold, this time, if Qian Dadong's family can be lucky enough to become a townsman in Tianxuan City, it's not a bad thing, maybe he can still be stained in the future.

Listening to Zhao's shopkeeper, the butchers of the entire Xuantian City and the owners of many restaurants and restaurants all support Qian Dadong's family, and among the township farms outside the city, Qian Dadong's family has also collected a lot of support signatures, and I heard that the number of signatures and supporters of Qian Dadong's family has already exceeded 6,000 people.

This time, the selection of the townsmen by the Candle Dragon Leader has only started for a few days, and it has become more and more interesting, and many famous and wealthy people with deep roots in the city and outside the city, as well as many people with a lot of weight in the industry, have all moved.

Xuantian City is like this, and presumably it is similar in other cities.

Shopkeeper Liu remembered Zhao's words, and after bringing the white cloth, he took a free time, and asked the guys in the inn and his family to sign on it, and those who couldn't sign simply pressed a handprint, and even the two cooks who came to the kitchen to help the idle did not let go, so they put away the white cloth and took care of the things in the inn.

The signed white cloth will be handed over to Zhao's shopkeeper tomorrow.

After nine o'clock in the morning, almost all the guests in the inn got up, and the inn also served all kinds of breakfast and meals. Buns, noodles. Peanuts, gruel. Rice cakes, cold and hot, miscellaneous marinade, many idlers come to the inn to eat breakfast, drink morning tea, and listen to Mr. by the way.

By half past nine, the dining room in the inn was already full, and many people came from outside regularly to listen to books, and many elderly people came here. Still holding his grandson.

As soon as Mr. Storyteller, who was thin in a cyan robe, appeared on the performance stage in the dining room, where only one table was placed, sat down in a robe, picked up a teacup and took a sip of tea, and the entire dining room of the inn, the originally noisy voices quieted down all of a sudden, and even a few children quieted down at once, looking at Mr. Storyteller with big black eyes.

With a snort, while putting down the teacup, a plum blossom folding fan in Mr. Storyteller's hand was instantly twisted. shook a fan, and in the entire dining room, even the guys who were filling tea for the guests lowered their footsteps and pricked up their ears one by one.

Mr. Storyteller was talking about "The Legend of the Black Iron Heroes" at the Yue'an Inn. This book, as soon as it came out three years ago, became popular all over Taixia, as a storyteller. This year, if you don't talk about "The Legend of the Black Iron Heroes". I'm embarrassed to tell others that I'm a storyteller when I go out the door.

"Last time, we mentioned that Zhang Tie experienced a bloody battle in the Cernes war zone, and was also framed by the conspiracy of the demons in the Terran coalition. The Eagle of Cernes snapped its wings, nine deaths, and finally the entire Cernes war zone collapsed, Zhang Tie was unable to support it alone, and he was not allowed to fight and retreat with the forward of the demon army, and retreated to the south, tens of millions of demonized puppet legions, black pressure was like the tide rolling on the ground, directly destroying the city and destroying the country, people blocked and ate people, and gods blocked and slaughtered gods, like tens of millions of immortal beasts, one by one, their eyes were blood-red, devouring a qiē, and there was no grass everywhere they passed, sweeping the entire northern part of the Weiyi subcontinent, and killing directly towards the Norman Empire......" The storyteller said, The folding fan in his hand was unfolded flatly, and the folding fan trembled, with his tone, expression, and movements, just in the blink of an eye, everyone entered the state, and from this moment on, in the dining room of the entire inn, only the voice of the storyteller sounded, and all the people who heard the storytelling in the entire dining room also fell into the ups and downs of the storyteller's mouth one by one......

After two hours, many people who listen to books don't even feel that they have reached two hours......

The storyteller was shocked, and everyone in the dining room jumped......

"I only heard a rumbling sound in the sky, like a million muffled thunder explosions, the whole earth trembled like a sifting chaff, the sand and gravel rolled, and the tens of millions of demonized puppet legions under the Norman Empire's Nyin City were at a loss, thinking that it was an earthquake coming, when Zhang Tie was fighting a bloody battle with the masters of the Three-Eyed Society at the head of Nyin City, with one enemy and three, it seemed that he was about to fall into a crisis, and suddenly at this time, the walls of the entire Nyin City were shaken, crumbling, and several masters who were fighting were shocked one by one, and Zhang Tie, who was covered in blood, seized the opportunity and swished, jumped out of the encirclement, and jumped from the head of the city to the top floor of the city gate more than 20 meters high at once, and looked into the distance......"

At this point, the storyteller had already stood up, put his hands on the pergola, and made a gesture of looking from afar.

"Zhang Tie looked into the distance, and his heart was also shocked, oops, a white line in the distance, like a tumbling sea of clouds, up to 100 meters, directly rushed from a distance with an unstoppable momentum, this is the power of heaven and earth, ladies and gentlemen, what do you guess that white line is......"

"Speaking of which, do you still remember that there is a marshal in the Norman Empire named Lin Changjiang, who is also a member of my Taixia Hua clan, speaking of this Lin Yangtze River, it is amazing, its true identity, born in my Taixia Jimen, a high disciple of Tianjimen, came to the Weiyi Subcontinent on the order of the master a few decades ago, to prepare for the fight against the demons, when he came to the Norman Empire, Lin Changjiang presided over the construction of the largest water conservancy project in the north of the entire Norman Empire, and built an imperial dam, the imperial dam, is 600 miles away from Nyin City, the white line, It was Marshal Lin Changjiang who ordered the explosion of the imperial dam in the north of the Norman Empire, the flood that poured down the entire Norman Empire dam, how much was the flood, 80 billion cubic meters, do you know how much the flood was 80 billion cubic meters, it was overwhelming, if the 80 billion cubic meters of water rushed to my Miyun County, the entire Miyun County would turn into a vast ocean......

"This Nin City is exactly the big killing game arranged by Marshal Lin Changjiang to bury the tens of millions of demon puppet legions of the demon clan, the heavenly machine gate is a wonderful performance, the magic is clever, as early as a few decades ago, even if this Nin City was going to fall in the iron hoof summer of the tens of millions of demon legions in this holy war, Marshal Lin Changjiang also built a dam to intercept the water in the upper reaches of the city of Nin to prepare for today's killing......"

Hearing this, the audience in the dining room, which had already entered the play, burst into exclamations.

"Marshal Lin Changjiang didn't know that Zhang Tie was fighting with the demons in Niyin City, and Zhang Tie didn't know that Marshal Lin Changjiang actually arranged such a killing game, hearing the sound in the distance, several masters of the Demon Three-Eyed Society who were fighting with Zhang Tie also jumped into the air and looked into the distance, and when they saw the scene in the distance, they couldn't help but tremble with fright, and the whole person was scared away at once. I only hate that my father and mother gave birth to two legs for them, and the white line is like a galloping horse, blinking an eye, destroying and decaying, surpassing the mountains and collapsing into the sea, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed through the city of Nyin, and swept away all the qiē in the city of Nyin, and its power is a hundred times more powerful than the most powerful knight, and it is unstoppable......"

"Tens of millions of demon legions collapsed in the blink of an eye, and fled one by one, just wanting to live in this flood and the power of heaven and earth, if it was someone else, in this case, it would already be in danger, and Zhang Tie saw the monstrous waves more than 100 meters high, but he laughed and shouted, God help me!"

After saying this, Zhang Tie's whole person once again jumped up from the head of the city of Nyin, stepped on the turbulent waves, and showed the supreme water resistance of the Yaksha treading waves that he had performed when the heroes of Qianlong Island rescued the United States, just like stepping on layers of steps, like cruising the sea and dragons in the water, stepping on the waves, looking down on the tens of millions of demon legions running under him, and the army was overwhelmed!"

"In that water, no matter how many demon legions there are, they are just like mud, how can they be Zhang Tie's opponents, Zhang Tie is walking on the ground in the water, running at will, with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the heads of those people who are struggling in the water of the demon legions will fly, Zhang Tie is stepping on the huge waves, holding a long sword, like Nezha's mind, in a blink of an eye, he caught up with the masters of the three demon three-eyed societies who had just besieged him, but the two swords went down, and the heads of the two people flew up......"

"Zhang Tie finished killing the two demon masters, and when he wanted to find a third person, he had already disappeared from that person, Zhang Tie didn't care at the time, just continued to kill the demons who rose and fell with the waves, and killed it heartily, Zhang Tie didn't expect that it was the master of the Demon Three-Eyed Society who escaped, and in the days to come, he would actually send him a great credit......"

"When it is, there is a poem as proof, as the so-called - rolling waves soaked in blood, young people like dragons and heroes, heavenly machines break through thousands of demons, and the Yaksha treads the waves of the city of Nyon ......" After a poem was finished, Mr. Storyteller slapped the shocking wood with a "snap", "I know what will happen after the legend of the Black Iron Hero, please listen to the next decomposition!" ”

The word interpretation fell, and in the dining room of the entire inn, there was a sudden sound of regret and complaints.

"Ah, it just climaxed and broke off......"

"Keep talking, keep talking......"

Someone in the audience coaxed, and Mr. Storyteller held his hands and made a Luo circle salute, "Ladies and gentlemen, the little old man has a dry mouth at the moment, his stomach is empty, and his breath is not continued, it is really difficult to continue, if you like to listen, you can continue to come tomorrow, this last, Xiao Lao'er will make an advertisement for Boss Feng again, at eight o'clock tonight, in Lifang Garden, Boss Feng will point to the eight major Oiran in Xuantian City, and stage a song "Peony Pavilion" in Lifang Garden, Lifangyuan will not accept tickets tonight, everyone just needs to support Boss Feng to compete for the townsfolk of Xuantian City! ”

When the storyteller said this, he stepped down from the storytelling platform, said hello to Shopkeeper Liu, and left......

In the dining room, no one noticed that a big man wearing a hat like an iron tower was in the corner of the dining room on the second floor, watching the storyteller leave with some stunnedness, and tens of thousands of grass and mud horses were galloping past in his heart......

Grandma, when did Lao Tzu kill the demons in the city of Nyin! (To be continued......)