After eating, Yan Lingyu did not leave, but listened to the book like everyone else.

Seeing that Yan Lingyu had stopped using chopsticks for a long time, the shopkeeper cleaned up the table, leaving only the plate of peanuts for him, and did not say anything to drive him away.

Eating, listening to books, and picking up tasks, the operation of this three-button triple is very common in the Forget Worry Inn, and the clerks have long been used to it, so it is not surprising.

The innkeeper is a slightly chubby middle-aged man, who also supports his head with his hands at this time, lying on the counter to listen to the storyteller's storytelling, and when he hears the highlights, he will clap with the diners.

Yan Lingyu was still shy at first, just sat honestly and listened to the story, without any other actions, but the more she listened to it, the more exciting it became, and she couldn't help but shout: "Okay!"

Maybe today's story is so wonderful that even the innkeeper scolded the clerk for serving the storyteller a pot of tea.

As the applause of the diners fell, the storyteller continued to tell the unfinished story.

Seeing this, the storyteller put down the folding fan in his hand while telling the story, and then raised his arm and arched his hand towards the counter.

The storyteller looks like he is forty or fifty years old, his face is relatively thin, and his body is thin, and his appearance should not be related to the word master.

Yan Lingyu hadn't heard the story just now, she only knew that it was the brilliant achievements of a certain genius, and there were countless such stories that could be found on the Skynet, but few people searched for them on the Skynet.

On the one hand, it is because there are countless geniuses in the heavens and all worlds, and everyone has heard too many terrifying deeds, and they already have aesthetic fatigue.

On the other hand, it is because it is boring to browse these things on the Internet, and no one can find anyone to share their feelings when they see the excitement, and here, everyone listens to the storyteller telling the story in a low tone, and the highlights are applauded together, and the sad places shake their heads and sigh together.

This is like the rivers and lakes.

People from the sect will receive tasks in their own sects, so most of the people gathered here are casual cultivators, and everyone will go to the bulletin board next to the counter to see after listening to the book, although the bulletin board is also a classical shape, but the interior is actually a modern device, but the appearance is a little more quaint, so that it can be integrated into the inn environment.

The bulletin board is the place where the Forget Worry Inn publishes tasks, and it can also be connected to the bulletin board with a communicator, and then you can directly click on the light screen to receive the task, but if the difficulty of the task is relatively high, then you must pick it up on the bulletin board of the inn, and the more difficult tasks can only be picked up upstairs.

At the end of a story, the storyteller drank a bowl of tea, moistened his throat, and brewed for a moment to start telling the next legend.

The lines were narrated by the storyteller, Yan Lingyu was fascinated when he listened to it, and he was also infected by the story in the storyteller's mouth, and the diners applauded after this story.

"Good. Yan Lingyu also applauded, he took out the money bag that Ling Shuang gave him, and took out a white spirit coin from it, and then with a movement of his fingers, the spirit coin was flicked to the storyteller's desktop.

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......" The spirit coin landed on the table and made a crisp sound.

Seeing this scene, the diners who were shouting stopped their noise, and the storyteller's hand holding the tea bowl was still in mid-air.

"Bai Ling coin, who is it, so generous. ”

"I don't know, it looks like it was thrown from that side. ”

"There's a teenager sitting at that table, it can't be him. ”

"I guess he's the only one over there. ”

Seeing a white spirit coin fall on the storyteller's table, the diners began to talk to each other.

A white spirit coin, converted into money, costs 10,000 yuan, many low-level monks can't earn so much money in a month, it's better in Kyushu, after all, it's more prosperous here, low-level monks can earn seven or eight thousand a month by working hard, and some other less developed continents, low-level monks earn four or five thousand a month.

In addition to daily expenses, this money also has to be used to buy cultivation resources, and everyone's life is quite tight.

So when they saw that someone gave a reward of 10,000 yuan, everyone was still very surprised.

The storyteller also hurriedly put down the tea bowl in his hand, and arched his hand towards Yan Lingyu: "Dare to ask what this little young master is called." ”

The storyteller saw that Yan Lingyu was generous, so he guessed that he should be the descendant of a rich family, and saw that there was still a trace of childishness on his face that had not yet receded, so he called the little master.

The people in the inn also looked in the direction of the storyteller's hand, and Yan Lingyu was a little embarrassed to be looked at by so many people, so he turned around and grabbed a few peanuts and ate them.

He picked up the teacup, waved his hand and said, "The nobody is not worth mentioning, but I think the story told by Mr. is very good, so I took out some things outside my body, and I hope that the old man will not dislike it." ”

Hearing this, the storyteller was stunned for a moment, he hadn't seen a tyrant boy like Yan Lingyu before, but all of them were arrogant, and it was indeed rare to see someone as modest as Yan Lingyu.

The storyteller's evaluation of Yan Lingyu in his heart couldn't help but be a little higher, he was generous, and he was so modest, he must have a good tutor.

The storyteller slowly lowered his hands: "Since this little young master doesn't want to be named, then the little old man won't ask more." ”

Then the storyteller picked up the bowl and drank a big sip of tea, and then said to everyone: "What I just talked about is all about the outer heavens, and then I will tell you about the interesting things that have happened recently in our Zhongtian Holy Continent." ”

"What interesting things can Zhongtian Holy Continent have. A diner chimed in.

Everyone lives here, they must have seen the news in big things, and it's the same whether they see small things or not, what other strange things can they not know about in this Zhongtian Holy Continent.

The storyteller was not angry when he heard this, and said in a calm tone: "You usually pay attention to those transcendent forces, so naturally you don't know other interesting things about this Zhongtian Holy Continent, and today with the strength of this young master's reward, the old man will tell you something that happened some time ago." ”

"Smack", the storyteller picked up the waking wood and fell on the table, and the hall was suddenly silent.

He pondered for a moment and spoke: "Everyone in the world knows that it is extremely difficult to cultivate the art of the Imperial Sword Technique, but not long ago, there was a genius young man, although he only cultivated in the Qi Refining Realm, but he made that Imperial Sword Technique superb. ”

As soon as the storyteller said this, Yan Lingyu almost dropped the peanuts that had just been clamped: "Is this talking about me?"

The full house was full of diners, no one was noisy, quietly waiting for the storyteller's next words.

Although the Qi Refining Realm Imperial Sword is very terrifying, but the storyteller has never told any story, everyone has heard of something more outrageous than this, not to mention that the storyteller has just spoken, as a listener, do not interrupt, do not grab words, this is the basic quality.

Coughing lightly, the storyteller continued: "The young man's name is Yan Lingyu, and he is holding a gorgeous long sword, this sword is ......"

Time passed little by little, Yan Lingyu was eating peanuts, and I heard that the storyteller was telling his story, he was originally here for a meal, who would have thought that he would become the protagonist in the storyteller's mouth.

"The woman's eyes shook Juniper back more than ......"

When the storyteller's story came to an end, Yan Lingyu thought that when she went back later, she would have to tell her master that he had become the protagonist of the storyteller's story.

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

After the story was told, the room was full of applause.

Yan Lingyu stood up and walked out of the inn silently, behind him, an empty plate lay quietly on the table, and the applause of the diners continued to sound.

The story in the storyteller's mouth has ended, and the legend of the teenager has just begun.