"These two old things, why are they still fighting, don't break that treasure!"

The person hiding on the wall is called Yuan Xiaochun.

She is the last generation of craftsmen.

The name of the craftsman is rarely known in today's rivers and lakes, because as early as twenty years ago, the craftsman was beheaded because the weapons built for the emperor were unusable.

On the night of the destruction of the craftsman's door, a person escaped.

This man had little ability, but he had loyalty to the craftsman, so he adopted an orphan and cultivated it seriously for more than twenty years.

This orphan is Yuan Xiaochun.

Since the master has no ability, Yuan Xiaochun has no ability either.

But Yuan Xiaochun has good eyesight, and she can see at a glance that Wang Ran's Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle is an extremely delicate weapon, and if she can get her hands on it, she may be able to restore many techniques that have been lost in the craftsman.

Yuan Xiaochun looked forward to it.

She waited for a pillar of incense, and finally cleaned the courtyard.

The elders of the Sword Pavilion and the father-in-law in the palace went out.

Yuan Xiaochun rubbed his hands excitedly.

She jumped off the courtyard wall and crept to the table, and the way she took the Rainstorm pear blossom needle was very simple - she ran in her arms.

Yuan Xiaochun ran out of smoke, but was intercepted after a few steps.

The battle in the small courtyard attracted a lot of people, how could she, a thief with no skills, run out with a bulge in her arms?

"Where are you going?"

A scumbag man with a stick on his back blocked Yuan Xiaochun's way.

Yuan Xiaochun turned around and wanted to leave.

"It's not going to work."

A white-robed man wearing a mask stood behind Yuan Xiaochun.

"What are you going to do?"

"Ahh

"Let go of me!"

“.”

Wang Ran, who was hiding in the shadows, shook his head, imagining that there should have been a bit of bloody martial arts scenes, but now it looks like a few cosplay weirdos performing rookies pecking each other.

Boredom, ignorance, uninteresting.

It can be seen that he is even in the mood for vacation.

He lifted his foot and kicked up a pebble.

Shout!

The stone struck the white-robed man's hand with precision.

"Ah!!h

The white-robed man let out a miserable scream, and he covered his hands and retreated a few feet, looking in horror and fear at the place where the stones had flew.

Wang Ran walked out slowly.

"Get out!"

He said softly.

This world is too boring and too weak, so it is better for him to change it.

"Who are you?!"

The white-robed man covered his hands and gritted his teeth.

"Meow!"

An orange shadow sprang out from nowhere, leaping in front of the white-robed man, bringing up a string of red blood beads.

The white-robed man clutched his neck and fell.

The orange cat landed gracefully, not even a drop of blood on its paws.

Wang Ran continued to move forward without looking back.

Robbing money kills people, and there is more than enough to die.

The orange cat turned its head to look at the other person who had stopped Yuan Xiaochun.

Its eyes glowed green.

The scumbag man was so frightened that he turned around and ran, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Meow~"

The orange cat barked softly, and then chased after Wang Ran with graceful steps.

Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.

She also chased after Wang Ran.

The next day, the Immortal Drunk reopened in another place in the City of Sword Pavilion Fang.

Wang Ran bought a new tavern.

Since it was not advertised in advance, even the plaque was not changed, and there was almost no popularity in the tavern.

Wang Ran spoke slowly: "A long, long time ago, there was a poor young man, his name was Aladdin."

Today is the story of "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".

But this story is no ordinary story.

There was only one guest in the tavern at this time, and he was a handyman of the Sword Pavilion, a poor man who couldn't shake off the money.

When he heard Wang Ran speak, he was very puzzled.

He looked left and right, making sure that he was the only one in the tavern, and the doubts in his heart intensified.

Storytelling is about making money.

He's the only one in the tavern, how can this storyteller make money?

The handyman shrugged his shoulders, thinking to himself that no matter what, he would not be a big boy anyway, and the little money he had on him was exchanged for wine.

"Aladdin is tricked by a magician named the Maghreb into taking a magical oil lamp in a cave with a trap."

An invisible force spread with Wang Ran's voice.

The miscellaneous servant's eyes became blank.

He kept drinking, and soon drank the glass in front of him, but he kept repeating the action of drinking.

After a while, the story was over.

The handyman woke up suddenly.

He looked at the empty wine cup in front of him, and couldn't recover for a long time.

What happened?

How do I feel

The handyman turned his head to look around, only to feel that the whole world had become clear, even a mosquito a hundred meters away could see clearly.

He was shocked.

100-meter mosquito watching?

This is the insight that only a strong grandmaster has!

There are not many grandmasters in the entire rivers and lakes!

At this time, a voice sounded in his ears: "Each person can only listen to the book review once for free, and if you want to listen to it, you have to come up with something that interests me." ”

"Of course, if you have a wonderful story, you can also use it as the theme of my next book review, so that the effect of listening to the book review will be better."

After that, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guest.

"This guest, please come back."

The miscellaneous servant was shocked and suspicious: "It's you."

He thought to himself, could it be that my insight has something to do with the storyteller?

Wang Ran ignored him, and with a flick of his sleeves, an invisible force pushed the handyman out of the tavern door.

Syllable!

The door to the tavern closed automatically, and the sign of thank you fell from above the door frame.

The handyman looked at the tavern with a shocked expression.

Only then did he become convinced that the change in his insight was related to Wang Ran's commentary.

A word came to his mind.

Good luck!

Great opportunity!

The handyman's heart beat insanely faster.

If his insight really improved by listening to the commentary, then listening to the commentary only once raised his insight to the level of a grandmaster, what would happen if he listened to it a few more times?

Let the power of observation surpass that of the grandmaster?

Observation is neither strength nor physique, and it cannot bring him substantial improvement, but observation is more important than strength and physique.

Because his observation can allow him to anticipate the enemy first, and it can also allow him to discover the weaknesses of the enemy's moves, he has a grandmaster-level insight at this stage, so it can be said that as long as he is not too careless, he is invincible at the same level!

Yes! Tianjiao is actually myself!

This is just a storytelling, maybe storytelling can improve other aspects?

However, each person can only listen to the review once for free.

His chance was gone.

If he wanted to set foot in the tavern again, he would have to give the storyteller a satisfactory gift.

He's a little handyman, where can he find a gift?

"I'll have to tell more people about this tavern."

The handyman made a very difficult decision: "Exchange information for treasures, then I can come to the tavern again and listen to the stories of my predecessors."

The tavern is open in the market, and it can't be hidden.

He had to take advantage of the fact that the news of this magical tavern had not yet spread, and seize the time to exchange the news for resources.

But who can afford this news?

The handyman left in a hurry.

In the tavern, Wang Ran was still sitting at the table, but a girl in coarse linen clothes respectfully poured tea for him.

"Senior, your storytelling is amazing!"

Yuan Xiaochun whispered.

Wang Ran was silent, only picked up the tea and took a sip gently.

Not bad.

This craft of making tea is rare in this world.

There is a huge gap between the gods and ordinary transcendentals, and even if they are just immersed in the spiritual power of the gods, the spiritual attributes of ordinary transcendents will rise accordingly.

The world is too weak.

The Sword Pavilion Elder who fought in his courtyard last night - a single attribute is only one or two hundred attribute points, and it can be reached as long as he soaks it in his spiritual power once.

He did it because it was too boring.

He had come to relax on vacation, but the world was empty and boring, and he decided to create happiness for himself.

Not only that, but he also took on the task of saving the world.

Originally, he could complete the task by crushing the converts of the evil gods, but he suddenly realized one thing, "poor and weak" - a world can only touch one at most, and both will be finished.

He is not prepared to help the world get rich overnight, because wealth requires strength to maintain.

Without strength, no amount of wealth will be exhausted in a very short time.

So he decided to teach people to fish, and he planned to train a few strong people who could take the lead in this world, at least to the level of the three bowls of security.

In this way, they can deal with the end of the world below the god level on their own.

The way of using tavern storytelling is because it contacts more people in this way, and it is easier to find good qualifications, thus saving him time in cultivating talents.

The next review will be in the evening.

In the evening, it is time for the little handyman to come and extend his sphere of influence a little.

He rubbed one of the rings in his hand.

【Aladdin's Wrench】

[Friction wrench can summon a little elf who can help you do small things near you (preferably for doing business)]

There are two elves in the myth of Aladdin.

One is the Lamp Elf, and the other is the Lord of the Rings.

The magic power of the Lord of the Rings is much weaker than that of the Lamp Elves, and they can't help people fulfill their wishes, so they are at best a smart robot vacuum cleaner that can accompany them when they are bored.

"I've got you."

Wang Ran flicked his fingers and flicked the wrench into Yuan Xiaochun's arms.

Yuan Xiaochun hurriedly caught it.

Wang Ran closed his eyes and waited for the next storytelling.

"If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to get along in the Sword Pavilion area!"

At dusk, several strong men with five big and three thick stood in front of the restaurant.

During the day, the handyman who had been rewarded stood beside them.

The handyman said in fear: "Brother Biao, I'm not sure if that senior will talk about commenting on books tonight, but if he is still here, I promise you will not be disappointed."

The strong man known as Brother Biao snorted coldly: "It's better to be like this." ”

It's not just that they're waiting for the tavern to open.

There were some people behind them, and these people were all running for the plaque of the immortal drunk.

In the afternoon, the orange cat got a very good wooden board from nowhere, and Wang Ran asked her to rehang the plaque of the immortal drunk on the spot.

The old customers spread the word from ten to hundred.

They soon learned that the immortals had reopened in a different place, so they came to cheer on them.

But the minutes ticked by.

Seeing that the sky was about to be completely dark, the door of the immortal's drunkenness was not opened.

"Why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"It's been a long time!"

"Won't the door open tonight?"

The immortal drunk did not open the door for a long time, and the guests gathered outside the door were a little irritable and wanted to leave

Just then, a light breeze blew.

Squeak –

The door of the immortal drunk slowly opened.

Wang Ran was dressed in white, sat in the middle, snapped a shot, and spoke pleasantly.

"In other words, eight hundred years ago there was a mountain of flowers and fruits."

Not in good shape today

(End of chapter)