Wang Wei had just arrived under the overpass, where was he standing at this moment, and the surroundings were densely packed with people, and it was already blocked.

The big guys didn't buy the books, but here they could also gather around and listen to the storyteller in the middle tell the wonderful story of the follow-up of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Wang Wei squeezed inside, but was pushed away by the person in front.

"What are you squeezing, didn't you see that I didn't go in?"

A big guy in front of him turned his head impatiently and looked at each other angrily, how could he correspond to the characters in the Condor Shooting, Wang Wei felt that he must be Wang Chuyi.

Just when the two were at a stalemate and were about to fight.

The young storyteller in the middle spoke, and he shook his green clothes, "Anyway, Guo Jing saw Ouyang Feng kill Rong'er that day..."

Just as the man said that Guo Jing happened to meet Qiu to untie the knot in his heart, and saw Ouyang Feng going crazy, Huang Rong appeared!

Everyone cheered, and many women burst into tears.

"Okay, that's good, take it, this dollar is for you!"

I saw a black-clothed young man standing with a stubborn expression standing in his hands, and a silver round coin was thrown over.

Everyone took a cold sip, which family's son is this, he can reward so much for listening to a book.

What surprised them even more was that the storyteller did not react to this, as if there was no trace of turmoil in his heart.

"Said, there are only Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong left in the world, and the two glanced at each other, but a person came out of the woods."

The man in the green shirt nodded slightly to Brother Gongzi, and continued to speak with a calm face, to other things.

The dollar was lightly tapped with the tip of his shoe and returned to the rich boy.

Brother Gongzi's face twitched, but he was polite when he saw the man, and he smiled slightly.

"Oh my God, what martial arts."

"This is the Golden Goose Gong of the Quanzhen Sect!"

Everyone was fascinated for a while, and it may be the first time to see such a magical kung fu.

The storyteller's handsome face, still smiling, is endlessly charming.

He continued to tell the story.

With the end of Huashan's sword debate, Guo Jing and Huang Rong used a plan to guard Xiangyang, and the story finally reached a climax.

"I know that Guo Jing is amazing!"

"I didn't expect the reverse training of Jiuyin to be so strong."

"I'm going to be a hero, too!"

"The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people, Guo Jing is really a hero!"

When everyone heard this, their emotions were surging, their faces were red, their necks were thick, and they were talking about it.

It's as if the next moment, they're characters in the plot themselves.

Before he knew it, the storyteller waved his sleeves, tidied up for a moment, picked up the teacup on the wooden board, and took a sip.

"Okay, that's the end of the story of the Condor Shooting, but I feel that there should be the next work, so please look forward to it."

After a few moments, the crowd dispersed.

Only the arrogant boy and brother were left on the field, and Wang Wei, who was cowering.

Seeing that the storyteller had packed up his things and was about to leave, Wang Wei gritted his teeth and went up to stop the storyteller.

"Sir, you, if you can sell me this book, I will pay twice the price, but my brother likes this book too much."

His fiery eyes stared at the storyteller unblinkingly, his brows pressed together with nervousness, and his eyes seemed to have a glittering liquid.

As if he was afraid that he would not agree.

"Haha, what's so difficult about this, I'll send you."

The storyteller laughed, turned around and took out a book from the package and gave it to Wang Wei.

The latter immediately smiled, his joy overflowing, and he bowed heavily to the storyteller.

He didn't know that when he took the quaint book, the blue light in the palm of his hand that was hidden by the book flashed.

Wang Wei left happily.

The storyteller looked at his back, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Mo Ming thought in his heart, the fourth.

Then he looked at the man in black, who was also a man who had reached Ex's standards.

Sure enough, Brother Gongzi also walked over slowly, clasping his fists and saluting.

"The junior Qiu Xiuzhen, a native of Z City, still hopes that Mr. will teach me martial arts."

When Mo Ming heard this, he laughed out loud, and his thin lips slowly opened a playful arc.

"Since you seek to cultivate the truth, why do you still want to learn martial arts, isn't it good to go to Taoism?"

Brother Gongzi was not angry when he teased him, and continued to say respectfully, "My father hopes that I can be a real person, not superstition. ”

Mo Ming nodded, seeing that he was so serious, he was embarrassed to continue to tease him, and also took out a quaint book from his back and handed it to him.

Qiu Xiuzhen was stunned for a moment, his face was full of suspicion, and he muttered, "What does this mean." ”

"Haha, whatever you want will be in it."

When Qiu Xiuzhen came to his senses, he wanted to ask the storyteller to understand, and looked around, where was the figure of that person.

Mo Ming turned a few street corners, and all the clothes on his body were changed.

Walking leisurely on the street, suddenly his ears were windless, and he looked back and saw a twitch on his face.

Mo Ming was a little helpless, sure enough, the Celestial Empire of the Marvel world could not overlap with the memories of his previous life.

Which technology in the sixties was so developed, and it just appeared today, and now it can find itself so quickly.

If it weren't for Exx's whole body checked, he would have thought that the other party had installed a tracker on him.

I saw Zheng Xian smiling and walking over.

"Mr. Mo, you really make it easy for us to find, let's go, my master wants to see you." He had an understated smile on his face.

Mo Ming spread his hands, looking helpless, so he had to follow him and get into the car.

At night, the moonlight flickered on and off under the cover of clouds.

The room was dark, only the cold moonlight spilled in through the cracks in the curtains, it was very quiet, and human perception seemed to become sensitive in this darkness.

Wang Wei looked at his younger brother who fell asleep with joy on the bed, and his heart ached.

I really hope Mr. Wen's story is true! Then Xiao Wu might be able to stand up too.

His younger brother had a strange disease, and gradually his hands and feet did not listen to the call, and he went to the hospital only to diagnose the neuronal problem, which cannot be cured by the current technology.

The family panicked and found an old Chinese medicine doctor, who told him that his younger brother had a problem with the meridians, and the blockage caused the blood circulation to be slow, unless the internal power in Mr. Wen's novel really existed and opened the eight veins of the Qi Jing for him, otherwise it would not be cured at all.

Since then, the younger brother has been paralyzed on the bed, since he learned about the Condor Shooting, as long as it is updated every time, Wang Wei will bring back the latest books to him.

The younger brother also became addicted to the world of books and became cheerful.

Wang Wei secretly burst into tears, his heart ached, he clenched his fists, hammered heavily against the wall, and a trace of red blood flowed from his hands.

No one noticed, and the lines on his palm glowed blue again...