Yijiao Xuanren Realm State or Xuanren Prefecture, there is a small city in the south, high or low, and there is no fame, if you have to say that this city is developed from the ruins of a small city that is also not famous, in addition to this, it is just an ordinary small city without any speciality.

Probably built on the ruins, so it was named Xinji City to ask for good luck.

If you have to say that the hottest thing in Xinjicheng is a storyteller who traveled a year ago.

Mr. Storyteller looks like he can't be regarded as a jade tree in the wind, but he can still afford the word handsome, the most important thing is that Mr. Storyteller knows a lot, as long as you mention it, there is nothing he can't answer, he is modest and cautious, and the story he tells is so exciting, and there is nothing different about the story after three days of telling a story a year, isn't it popular in such an information-jammed town?

Early in the morning, Mr. Storyteller appeared on time at a morning stall with an apprentice full of complaints, and ordered the three things that have not changed for a year, tofu brain, fritters, and a plate of small pickles.

The boss put two bowls of tofu brain on the table, and the woman who was originally yawning and drowsy instantly came to her senses, and slapped her face twice to lift her spirit, which is not a young girl with a hot temperament, but once when she was woken up, she was stunned and patted her face gently, and her cheeks were red, and she met a storyteller who didn't understand men and women, and she came directly to a sentence, Miss Yingzi's blush today is good.

The next day, Yingzi remembered it in his heart, and went to buy rouge on the spot, but Mr. Storyteller didn't recognize Yingzi the next day, and asked, Yingzi girl?

After being silent for three or four days, Yingzi regained his confidence, but the storyteller came again: "Miss Yingzi, I haven't seen you so much these days?" A few days ago, there was another one who was a little similar to Miss Yingzi, I didn't say my name when I asked for it, and I saw that I was older than Miss Yingzi, and it should be Miss Yingzi's sister. ”

Fortunately, Yingzi has figured it out, there are perfect people in the world, and it is normal for Mr. to be so perfect and have a little flaw, and it is not a big problem to say, if you are married home, you don't have to worry about being hooked up by those vixens.

The boss is also happy to see it, if his daughter finally marries the storyteller, everyone is happy, and the storyteller comes here every day to spend money to eat, even if he doesn't make it, he has nothing to lose, look at this storyteller is also very decent, and he shouldn't be asked to do anything out of the ordinary.

Wu Ming joked to his nominal master, Mr. Storyteller: "Look at the people who are here again, why do you say no?" ”

Mr. Storyteller obviously figured out Wuming's temperament, so he didn't bother to deal with Wuming, got up and helped Yingzi take two portions of tofu brain, one in front of Wuming who acted as the uncle and one in front of himself, and then seriously thanked Yingzi girl who hurriedly brought fritters.

After Yingzi left, Wuming held his forehead and skimmed to Mr. Storyteller, and whispered, "Didn't you just want to say it?" ”

The storyteller picked up a fritter and broke it into small pieces and put it in the bowl, and took the trouble to instruct: "Call the master." ”

Wuming also habitually ignored this sentence: "Didn't I say you, your talent is so old, you can learn anything at a glance, why don't you know anything here?" ”

The storyteller looked puzzled, and finally turned his head to look at the obscene apprentice: "What do you mean?" ”

"No, no." Wuming's facial features flew, and he tried to pout and pointed at Yingzi: "People like you, but you don't see it?" ”

Eiko, who was sitting on a small bench next to the boiler and holding his cheek, had been listening to this with his ears sideways, and when he heard this, his cheeks flushed.

The storyteller looked at Wuming with a confused expression, and asked sincerely, "Is there one?" To think that she has always regarded me as a brother. ”

The young and old Wuming almost didn't spurt out a piece of old blood, and finally could only sigh: "How much love has died on, 'think'." I thought you always treated me as a brother, I thought you always treated me as a sister, I thought you hated me, tsk. ”

The storyteller shook his head helplessly and said softly, eat.

Hearing this, Yingzi lost her soul, in fact, she guessed this result as usual, but she didn't want to admit it, he was so good, and she was just the most ordinary woman who had been dealing with fireworks all her life.

It's just that Yingzi's heart was empty when he heard this sentence with his own ears, and his heart died with it, and his breath was like being in his throat, and he couldn't hold it up or down, and it was a little uncomfortable, what was heartbreaking, and heartbreak was true.

Yingzi saw Mr. Storyteller's disciple Wuming looking at him, raised his head and smiled at Wuming reluctantly, very heartbroken.

Wu Ming scratched his head vigorously, and turned his voice to the storyteller: "She likes you, don't you like him?" In fact, what's wrong with staying in this Xinji City, Miss Yingzi is a mortal with a lifespan of only a hundred years, and you won't delay staying here for a hundred years, the mountains are either old guys who are closed for thousands of years as soon as they retreat, and they can't let go of the palace, and it's okay to bring him back to the palace, and no one dares to gossip about you. ”

The storyteller shook his head, and also replied in the form of gathering threads and transmitting sounds: "If she likes me, do I want to marry her at all?" Feelings are not wishful thinking but two feelings are happy, the big offering is not the same for life, my generation should take the big offering as an example, conscientiously maintain the balance of the hundred tribes. ”

Listening to Mr. Storyteller's righteous answer, of course Wuming didn't believe any bullshit rhetoric, Wuming couldn't figure out that there was such an old-fashioned guy in this world, and he was more stubborn than the pedantic and old-fashioned old gentleman in the private school when he was a child.

It's just that they don't know that the Great Offering has actually made a choice, and the next Great Offering is not the storyteller who has been regarded as the hope of the Emperor Yuan Hall since he was a child, but Jiang Ziwang, a Daozhou wizard who has nothing to do with the Emperor Yuan Palace. Of course, there is no one more suitable for the whole three thousand Daozhou than Mr. Storyteller to be a big offering, but the current situation is chaotic, and the way of heaven will collapse.

After hearing the dead rules of Mr. Storyteller, Wuming didn't bother to talk nonsense, and honestly lowered his head to eat. At this moment, a swarthy old man with withered hair but clean hair, but his face was a little dark and a little lame, and he was smiling all day long, slowly walked into the shop.

The boss no longer just stood in front of the boiler and raised his head and shouted: What are you eating, guest officer. Instead, after seeing the swarthy old man, he took small steps and walked to him, his greasy hands constantly rubbing on the dark gray apron. Then he smiled and moved out the stool under the table, and then touched it with his hand and smiled at the old man: "Sir, you sit, or the third child?" ”

The old man, known as Mr. Yiyi, put the mottled and faded medicine box on the table, bent down slightly with a smile and returned the salute to the busy boss, and responded with a smile: "You are tired." ”

The boss also nodded with a smile: "Not tired, not tired." He turned his head and shouted to the girl who was still committing a nymphomaniac: "Yingzi, what are you doing, I didn't see Mr. Yi coming, and I didn't hurry up to serve tea, by the way, I brought that bucket of water, you brought it over and washed your hands for Mr. Yiyi." ”

Yingzi answered, and went to find a wooden basin to pour water for Mr. Yi to wash his hands.

Mr. Yiyi nodded with satisfaction and praised the boss; "Yingzi is so diligent, the door of my brother's house will be broken in a few years." Like an old man who praises his girl to outsiders.

The boss is also overjoyed, if others say this, it is just a smile and a kind word, but this is a trip to Mr. said, Xin Jicheng said that I don't know a trip Mr. is famous for treating people sincerely.

The origin of the name Mr. Yi Yi is very interesting, this is an honorific title that praises the famous doctor's medical skills, according to legend, the famous doctor Han Xuzi only needs one trip to the doctor, he can cure the injured, and there is no need for a second diagnosis or follow-up, so he is called Mr. Yi, the doctor is a respected profession at any time, and this famous doctor in Xinjicheng, who only knows the surname Lu, is called a trip to Mr. It can be seen that his status is transcendent.

It's just that I don't know how many people in this Xinji City have survived by relying on this lame old man, but thinking of this, Wu Ming felt a little uncomfortable, and asked the storyteller: "Do you have to look for this old man's business, I don't think he is a bad person, although his background is extremely unbearable for the human race, but in the end, it is to save people rather than kill people, and the merits accumulated over the years are enough to enjoy his old age." ”

Wuming looked at the expressionless storyteller very seriously, and asked softly, "Why don't we change places?" Someone else? ”

Mr. Storyteller put down the food in his hand, raised his head and looked at Wu Ming, although he has been here for a year, but it really doesn't matter to the people of the Emperor Yuan Hall for a year, what is the golden period of cultivation, as long as he is willing, as long as he lives for a lifetime, it is the golden period of cultivation, after all, the things enshrined in the Emperor Yuan Hall are known as the origin of the Great Dao, but there is one thing, Mr. Storyteller is determined to see if that person is qualified to take it.

It's not enough, just get it back yourself.

Wuming saw that Mr. Storyteller had not answered him, so he turned his head and wanted to peek at the gentleman again, but when he was discovered, Wuming could only smile awkwardly. Fortunately, I am... Mr. is famous enough in this Xinji City to sneak around on the streets, so as not to be regarded as a bandit who enters the city to explore the way.

After laughing embarrassedly, Wuming continued to look at Mr. Storyteller.

"If I let you go to Tianhe, will you go?" Mr. Storyteller suddenly asked Wuming a question.

Wuming, who is not enough to hit the small brain, scratched his head and tried to say: "Then I will definitely resist desperately." ”

In fact, no matter how reluctant Wuming is to call Mr. Storyteller a master, but as long as it is Mr. Storyteller's order, he must carry it out, even if he lets Wuming commit suicide here, although Wuming will definitely resist.

There is a saying in the vulgar world that is very interesting, the king let the minister die, and the minister has to die.

The storyteller slowly spoke: "As long as people live, they always can't help themselves, and this is true for you, me, and all living beings. ”

"The Great Offering is too?" In the cognition of the young man who has lived in the Emperor Yuan Hall since he was a child, the old man is an existence that no one can disobey, and he can do whatever he wants.

The storyteller nodded: "No one can swim against the current, we just follow the torrent of the times, slowly moving forward, there is so much freedom to speak of, as long as you are stronger than you with any merit and reputation, death will die." And the Emperor Yuan Hall is the strongest in the world today, it is, it will be in the future, and it will always be. ”