On the afternoon of July 4, the 13th year of Yuanping of the Han Empire, a sudden summer rainstorm invaded the entire imperial capital.

Today is the third day after the publication of the "Han Imperial Times", and Yan Liqiang also ushered in a short break once every three days this afternoon.

Yesterday afternoon, the sky over the imperial capital city was still clear, white clouds, and this afternoon the rainstorm came, the sky of the entire imperial capital city suddenly darkened, the wind was fierce, the torrential rain poured, between the heaven and the earth, a rain and fog, the visibility in the line of sight, only a few tens of meters, occasionally a lightning bolt tore the sky, it illuminated the world a white ......

In the midst of this rainstorm, those who were busy inside and outside the Imperial Capital were still busy, such as Fang Beidou.

In the rumbling thunder outside, in a restaurant called Drunken Immortal Residence in Imperial Capital City, Fang Beidou took an entire floor of the restaurant, and then almost one-third of the storytellers in the entire Imperial Capital City were invited to Drunken Immortal Residence by Fang Beidou today.

These storytellers are all busy people who are dozens of copper plates up and down every hour, and it is not so easy to invite these storytellers on weekdays, but Fang Beidou's method of inviting these storytellers to come is very interesting, he just indicated the time and place in the invitation, and then wrote the first two times of Journey to the West on paper, and then sandwiched it in the invitation, and these storytellers who received the invitation all came on time one by one.

When the storytellers who came to the Drunken Immortal Residence saw so many of their peers appearing in the Drunken Immortal Residence, they were looking at each other one by one, asking each other what the mysterious person who invited them to come was going to do, and Fang Beidou appeared on the scene.

Fang Beidou, who appeared on the stage, didn't say a word, just clapped his hands, and Hu Haihe, who was beside him, sent the dozens of copies of "Journey to the West" that were only written to the fifteenth chapter to one storyteller after another, and the restaurant that was still bustling just now was instantly quiet.

When the storytellers were still unsatisfied and excited, they raised their heads from the manuscripts in their respective hands, Fang Beidou cleared his throat, "The "Journey to the West" in the hands of all gentlemen is only written to the tenth chapter, but it accounts for less than one-sixth of the complete "Journey to the West", and the complete "Journey to the West" has a hundred times, and the content behind it is even more exciting, as long as the gentlemen agree to make three chapters with me, you can use the complete version of "Journey to the West" for free in the future......"

"I want to ask, I don't know which gentleman wrote this "Journey to the West"?" An old storyteller, dressed in a gray robe, who was considered an old veteran among all the storytellers, stood up and asked respectfully, "I don't know if you can let me wait to meet that gentleman and listen to the teachings in person!"

""Journey to the West" is written by our shopkeeper, if you gentlemen want to see our shopkeeper in the future, you will naturally have a chance, but now, it is a little inconvenient!"

"I don't know if your shopkeeper is surnamed Liu, surnamed Wang, or surnamed Huang?"

"Why did this old gentleman say that?" Fang Beidou asked with a smile.

"In today's Han Empire, in addition to the Xicheng Liu Clan, the Guichuan Wang Clan, and the three major Wenzong of the Baishan Huang Clan, I really can't think of anyone else who can create such a story with words, so that the storytellers of the world can have another job!"

The old gentleman said, and the other storytellers actually nodded their heads one by one, and seemed to agree with the old gentleman's statement.

"Haha, our shopkeeper is neither surnamed Liu, nor Wang, nor Huang, but Yan!"

"Ah......" all the storytellers were stunned......

"In the future, if you gentlemen have the opportunity, you will naturally have the opportunity to meet our shopkeeper! Now, gentlemen, you should first consider what I just said, and whether you would like to make an appointment with me in the third chapter of the law......

"I don't know how to make three chapters of the law?"

When Fang Beidou finished talking about the contents of the three chapters of the law with the storytellers, the entire Drunken Immortal Residence boiled all at once, and even the sudden explosion of thunder outside could not hide the enthusiasm of the storytellers in the Drunken Immortal Residence......

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Thundered......

Thunder came from the sky outside, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and outside the windows of the small courtyard, there were curtains of water flowing from the eaves......

In the midst of this rumbling thunder, Yan Liqiang's room was quiet, and the advanced vision of the exercises on his body was slowly dissipating, and the clouds were submerging into Yan Liqiang's body, and Yan Liqiang also slowly opened his eyes, ending the recovery and strengthening process of the I Ching Pulp Washing Exercise.

This is not the first time that this kind of advancement has occurred, so Yan Liqiang was not the slightest surprised, and even a little accustomed to it, even if he had just completed the advancement of the last layer of the exercises of "Ten Changes of the Cloud Dragon". With such a cultivation speed, even if Ye Tiancheng was reborn, it was estimated that he would be scared to death again.

"I didn't expect it to rain today!" Looking at the water curtains outside the window and the misty and rainy scenery, feeling that his body seemed to be a few pounds lighter again, Yan Liqiang smiled slightly.

Just when Yan Liqiang looked out the window, the branches of several birch trees more than 20 meters away from Yan Liqiang's yard were swaying in the storm, and in the midst of such a swing, suddenly, the nest of a small bird was blown down from the tree by the wind and fell to the ground......

Yan Liqiang's figure standing by the window, at the moment when the bird's nest fell from the tree, disappeared like a ghost, in the blink of an eye, Yan Liqiang's figure returned to the window of the house, there were only a few water stains on the clothes on his body, and at the same time he was already holding a small bird's nest in his hand, and the three chicks who had not yet opened their eyes and were bare were stretching their necks in the bird's nest, chirping, as if they didn't feel that they had just walked around before the ghost gate closed.

The two little birds flew through the rain curtain and flew out of Yan Liqiang's window, looking at the bird's nest in Yan Liqiang's hand, they seemed to be a little scared when they wanted to get closer, and they were screaming with all their might.

"Forget it, I'm a good person to the end, I'll find a place for your family to settle down again...... "Looking at the two birds, Yan Liqiang jumped lightly, jumped on the windowsill, Yan Liqiang swept the rafters under the eaves, and finally found a place close to the beam of the house, there was a suitable gap, like a small hole, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he carefully put the bird's nest in his hand into the gap under the eaves, and only after stabilizing it, did he jump off the windowsill.

As soon as Yan Liqiang put the bird's nest, the two little birds flew over, burrowed into the bird's nest, and chirped all of a sudden, as if thanking Yan Liqiang.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yan Liqiang returned to the bedroom, changed into the clothes and boots that had been prepared a long time ago, and then, turned out the mask of the mountain wind that he had hidden in the mezzanine of his bag, found a piece of face towel, put the face towel and mask away on his body, thought about it, and turned out a few flying needles with strange blue tips, and inserted the flying needles into his belt, which could neither be seen nor touched on the outside, and then put on a poncho, took an umbrella, and went out......

"Captain Yan, it's raining heavily, do you still want to go out?" the guards at the gate of the deer park greeted Yan Liqiang with a more enthusiastic smile than before.

"A big brother has a dinner tonight, if you don't go, you won't give face!"

"There are carriages going back and forth to the Imperial Capital every day here in Luyuan, Captain Yan, wait a minute, we will call a carriage for you to take you to the Imperial Capital ......"

"Hahaha, walking in the rain, don't have some fun, maybe you can meet a beautiful woman, hide from the rain together, don't trouble everyone!" Yan Liqiang laughed, said hello to the guards at the gate of the deer park, and then walked into the rain in a dashing manner......

Going to Dijing today, Yan Liqiang is not only going to a banquet, but also to killing......