Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mr. Storyteller

The final ownership of the fish pond mouth has been confirmed.

It is not a first-class mountain sect, nor is it a secular dynasty, nor is it a Jianghu sect.

It is a newly built fairy gate on the mountain called "Dragon Whisker Palace", and the owner is an ordinary swordsman, which is the first time in Dongzhou.

It's just that the worshippers in the door are not ordinary people, Qi Zhen of Yunmeng City, Wang Li, the gatekeeper of Yuchikou, and Bai Lu, the sect master, are all famous people on the martial arts list.

If there are only these ordinary martial artists, they will naturally not be called immortal sects, but there is also a palace worship, although the reputation in Dongzhou is not obvious, but it is a real cave realm.

It sounds very ordinary, and there is no sect of any Mahayana monk or above, but it is not allowed to be underestimated by any first-class mountain sect.

Bai Lu and Qi Zhen can reach a Cave Void Realm, and even surpass it, plus that monk who is already a Cave Void is three combat forces equivalent to the Cave Void Realm, if this force wants to, it can be among the immortal sects at the beginning of the sect at any time.

It's just that although Qi Zhen agreed to serve as the worship of the Dragon Whisker Palace, he was a nominal name, and after the opening ceremony, he was going to return to Yunmeng City. Except for the deliberations in the ancestral hall, or there are difficulties in the palace, I usually don't plan to come back.

As for the Cave Void Realm cultivator who had never heard of his name, his whereabouts were even more uncertain.

For a while, the news of Bai Lu and Qi Zhen's joint opening became a hot topic among people in the rivers and lakes after dinner.

The most discussed thing is where the worship named Liu Bai is, and most people guess that it is a pseudonym, otherwise a native Cave Void Realm monk in Dongzhou cannot be famous at all.

Qi Zhen can join forces with Bai Lu, which is also a very unexpected thing. After all, both of them are arrogant masters of the rivers and lakes, and no one wants to send anyone under the fence.

The dragon beard palace is not small, there are Yin and Yang masters can be regarded as feng shui, and there are several soldiers and monks to join forces to build a large array to protect the palace, and even the feuding Mo family and the public loser, each has someone to come, each in a direction to build the palace city.

From the determination of the site to the completion of the sect, it was only a decade of time.

Such a handicraft, when it came to the opening ceremony, was extremely low-key. Except for the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, as well as some Jianghu sects that are friendly with the sect master, the rest of the sects are not invited. Surprisingly, His Majesty the Emperor of Jin Pan Kingdom personally attended the opening ceremony and made it clear that he recognized this emerging mountain sect.

Soon, the news of the founding of the sect in the Dragon Whisker Palace overshadowed the incident at the mouth of the fish pond.

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The Broken Soul Cliff is in the depths of the Great Xia Kingdom, on top of a certain mountain in the mountains, far away from the fireworks in the world.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town, isolated from the rest of the world.

After the unification of Great Xia, this town also had an official station, named "Taolin Town".

There is a liquor store in the town, and the business is not very good, and the drinkers are non-stop.

The shopkeeper's surname is Liu, who is hospitable, so he has a good reputation in the town. In addition, there is a young man who is a layman. The whole wine shop, only these two people.

A pair of moire white boots crossed the threshold, and a young man in a green shirt with his hair tied up and a scholar walked into the wine shop.

I found a place by the window and sat down, untied the wine gourd from my waist, put it on the table, and shouted: "Little Er, serve the wine." ”

The shopkeeper, who was greeting customers, looked at the person, and after seeing that it was this person, he hurriedly finished the work in hand and ran to the young man's side quickly, smiling very sincerely.

"Sir, you are here." The shopkeeper put the wine bowl in front of the young man, poured a bowl of wine, and filled the gourd with it, and then sat opposite the young man.

He was about the same age as the boy, but his awe was visceral.

This gentleman surnamed Shi has not been in the town for a long time, but his fame is not small, in Xiao Er's heart, the knowledge in his head is not bad at all with those old masters in school.

"Where's the shopkeeper?" Shi Yu looked at Xiao Er.

"If you go to the play, the shopkeeper will be like this, Mr. knows." Xiao Er sat opposite Shi Yu, and he had no intention of leaving.

Shi Yu smiled and said, "The shopkeeper has always been good Yaxing." ”

Xiao Er pursed his lips and said, "What's so good about the play?" I don't think it's as good as Mr.'s ghost story. ”

Shi Yu looked out the window and said with a smile: "It's all good." ”

Xiao Er lay on the table and looked at this 'knowledgeable' gentleman, they were the same age, but they always felt that this gentleman was much older than him.

"Sir, what happened to the story of the female ghost in red you said? The shop is busy, and I didn't finish listening to it last time. ”

"Complete."

Shi Yu only replied with two words, then turned his head to look out the window and stopped talking.

Someone entered the wine shop again and beckoned Xiao Er to bring wine.

Xiao Er answered, ran to greet the guests, and said to Shi Yu when he left, "Come and talk to Mr. later." ”

Shi Yu just nodded.

Outside the window, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and it is not as good as Qingcheng Town.

Shi Yu had a lot of thoughts.

He's been here for a decade.

Most of the time he practiced swords in the Broken Soul Cliff, and in his spare time, he would go to the town to make a pot of wine, go back to the mountain, and divide Li Xiao in half. A pot of wine can be drunk for two people for three days, and Shi Yu also goes down the mountain once every three days.

On his first day in town, Shi Yu found himself a job to make money. It is the small square with the most people in the town, and as the storyteller, he said that he saw and heard about the mountains and rivers on the road to the Broken Soul Cliff.

The first time I didn't listen, no one listened, they were all curious children, and of course they didn't make any money.

But when the children came home, they told half of the story of this 'gentleman' to their brothers and sisters, and then told the story for the second time, and more people listened to the older children.

It may be that his 'gentleman' is really good, but the third time, it was already overcrowded. The town is full of natives who know little about the outside world, and the elderly Confucian students in the school disdain the storyteller have led to a strong interest in these new stories.

It was no longer children and teenagers who listened to books, but rough men, old men in the twilight, and women with needlework in their hands.

It can be said that it is suitable for both men and women, young and old.

For a time, this 'storyteller' from a foreign country was in the limelight for a while.

The local adults did not regard this teenager who had seen and heard a lot of things as a teenager, and gave him the reputation of 'sir'.

The story of grievances in the family of a female ghost in Kunwu Mountain gave Shi Yu a makeover, and it took three times to finish it.

After speaking, everyone was emotional, and some people were upset about the female ghost in red, scolding the father and brother for being inferior to the beast. Some people also think that no matter what, the female ghost should not have the intention of harming people, and she should die, and take it away from the monk, which is considered to be cheap for her.

Regarding the dispute between the two sides, Shi Yu always said nothing, as if he was an outsider, and did not comment. At the end, a piece of cloth is pushed forward, and people will throw money into the past, and it doesn't matter how much or how little they give.

And in fact, the latter time I earned a lot of money, although it was all copper coins, one or two pieces of broken silver, but it was better than the amount, and the money to buy wine did not need to reach out to Li Xiao, and there was still a surplus after buying wine.

After each lecture, there were children who followed his ass and asked questions, and he planned to use the money he had left over from the last time to buy sweets and share them with the children when he went this time.

After drinking the wine in the bowl, Shi Yu said hello to Xiao Er, picked up the wine jug and hung it on his waist, and went out.

A middle-aged man in linen clothes walked up with his head down.

"Shopkeeper Liu." Shi Yu smiled and said hello, it was the shopkeeper of this wine shop.

The middle-aged man raised his head and saw that it was this storyteller who was in the limelight, and immediately smiled.

The shopkeeper surnamed Liu walked quickly, stopped in front of Shi Yu, and asked, "Sir, is this going to tell a story?" ”

Shi Yu nodded with a smile and asked tentatively, "Go together?" ”

Shopkeeper Liu smiled and said, "This feeling is good." ”

The two of them talked and laughed, and walked in the direction of the small square.

"Uncle Liu, the 'Peach Blossom Brew' in your shop is really good, this skill can't be lost, I will come often in the future." Shi Yu smiled and chatted with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper surnamed Liu has no children and no daughters under his knees, and the shopkeeper is just a miscellaneous person, Shi Yu knows.

Shopkeeper Liu sighed and said, "Originally, it was going to be passed on to Xiao Wang, but Xiao Wang is stupid and doesn't like to learn, so I'm afraid that I will spoil this craft." ”

Shi Yu nodded, but did not speak, Liu Shopkeeper's family affairs, he is not easy for an outsider to intervene.

Nearby a shop to buy pastries, Shi Yu bought some peach cakes and carried them in his hands.

took one and handed it to Shopkeeper Liu, but Shopkeeper Liu didn't take it, but said: "Sweet big teeth, I still point to being old and able to gnaw two mouthfuls of meat." ”

Shi Yu tasted a piece by himself, and it tasted good, but there was a little bit of frosting, just like Shopkeeper Liu said, sweet and big teeth.

"Sir, are you going to tell a story?"

A slightly immature voice came from behind him.

Shi Yu turned his head to look, and two children, a man and a woman, followed not far away, looking at him.

He knew both of these children, and every time he told a story, he sat at the front and listened most attentively.

"yes, do you want to go together?" Shi Yu smiled and nodded.

"Is that okay?" The boy asked timidly.

"Yes."

Shi Yu and Shopkeeper Zhang walked side by side, Shi Yu's left hand side, followed by a boy in coarse cloth shoes, and on the left, a smaller girl held the boy's hand, and the two children each held a piece of peach cake in their free hands, eating sweetly.

It was given by a kind storyteller.

When he arrived at the small square, Shi Yu was still sitting against a dead tree on the side.

Before he could speak, someone was already shouting in the room, "Sir is here with a story!" ”

In a few moments, the dead tree was crowded with people.

The two people who came with Shi Yu were still sitting at the front of the crowd.

Shopkeeper Liu squatted on the left with a smile and muttered, "Mr. is really getting older and older." ”

It turned out to be Shi Yu's expression, unfazed, quite a bit of a real reader, pampered and not shocked, sitting like a bell.

After the people came, Shi Yu cleared his throat and didn't say hello, just started talking directly.

"It is said that on a continent in the middle of the nine continents, an immortal sect, there is a talented young man in white, the young man's talent for practicing swords is really good, even the ancestor of the immortal sect, also praised 'the capital of the immortal', one day, when he traveled down the mountain, he met a weaker woman lying on her side in the grass, and there was a large bruise on her legs......"