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"Xiao Wenwen, you can also go to my place, you are welcome at any time." Tang Hong squeezed his eyes at Lin Jiawen.

"Thanks! I still have a place! Leng Yihan suddenly turned around, pulled out Lin Jiawen's arm, pulled her, and walked towards the end of the street.

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By the time he stepped around the corner of the alley, his appearance had changed to that of another person.

He put his left hand into his arms and took out the silver ingots that Qing Yan stuffed to him, but there was a hint of a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Please, have mercy on me, I haven't eaten for three days."

At the entrance of the alley, a beggar in tattered clothes was begging with a broken bowl.

The storyteller's eagle-like eyes flickered, and he put the silver ingots in his hand in the beggar's broken bowl.

"Bell!"

The beggar's eyes widened as he watched a large piece of silver ingots fall into his broken bowl.

"Smack!"

The broken bowl in the beggar's hand fell to the ground in surprise.

Looking at the back of the storyteller's departure, the beggar threw himself on the ground and kowtowed vigorously and cried:

"Thank the gods for descending to earth, thank the immortals for descending to earth......"

As night fell, the storyteller walked in a hurry, walking alone on the mountain road leading to the top of Nanyin Mountain.

When he walked halfway up the mountain, he glanced back at the night view of the capital Chang'an.

The moonlight sprinkled on the side of his face, and the eagle-like eyes flashed in an instant, and the meaning was beyond comprehension.

In the capital, bright candlelight shines through the windows of every house.

The lights of thousands of homes are like the stars in the sky falling on the earth, and the capital of Nuoda is shrouded in dreams.

The mountain path became steep, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

At the top of Nanyin Mountain, on top of the nine-fold stone steps, a towering pavilion towers into the sky.

On the lacquered wood plaque at the main entrance, three words are written on the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing - greedy wolf hall.

The storyteller stepped into the main entrance, and there was a grand hall ten meters high, with crystal ink jade pillars standing at the four corners of the hall, and the surrounding walls were all carved from crystal ink jade bricks.

The purple and black flower totem blooms enchantingly among the inky jade, and the flowing gauze curtains ripple with the wind, spreading a strange atmosphere everywhere.

Wisps of incense floated out of the incense burner on the desk, and slender and white hands caressed a lacquered wood carved tail guqin.

The soothing, euphemistic, and lingering sound of the piano is intertwined with the fine moonlight shining in the openwork windows, accompanied by the inky wide-sleeved gauze skirt fluttering.

The storyteller walked towards the violin-stroker and stopped ten paces in front of her.

Fuqin's long black hair hung down behind her back, and through the hair on her forehead, you could see a gentle smile on her thick red lips under the high bridge of her nose.

"Qu Xiaolou, are things done?" Her voice was deep and full.

"Qiyu Holy Monarch, Jinghong Academy has attracted Qing Yan's attention."

"Very well, continue to lurk around her, with your title of Man of a Thousand Faces, I think this task should be a breeze for you."

"My subordinates will do it."

The woman, known as the Holy Monarch, picks the strings with her index finger, and a crisp piano sound like autumn water falling in a deep valley circles around the beams in the empty hall.

"My name is Ling Suyi, and I'll take the Qing Supervisor to school."

At this time, among the three just now, the female supervisor, who could still watch, walked to Qingyan's side.

Her eyes were very bright, as sharp as an eagle, and Qingyan always felt that she had seen these eyes somewhere, but she couldn't remember them for a while.

I had to respectfully bow to her, "There is Lao Ling supervising the school." ”

In an instant, Qingyan remembered where she had seen her eagle-like eyes, it was the storyteller, he

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