There is no road in the mountains, the two of them are one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on the tender grass that is not above their knees, it is early summer, and the whole land of Gulan is full of greenery, tightening the yellow gourd on his body, thinking about what happened in the bookstore this morning.

"Shopkeeper, calculate how much money you should have."

The store is a middle-aged man who is slightly blessed, his height is not far from Cao An, he looks quite majestic, Cao An has traveled all the way, he has seen a lot of people, and he understands that most of the people who can have this temperament are people who are mixed in the court, and they are people in the public gate.

"Take the books with you, no money."

Cao An was a little surprised, this amount of book reprinting, even if the reprinting methods of major bookstores are already very clever now, but there must be a lot of expenses, who is willing to do anything loss-making.

The man saw what Cao An was thinking, and just smiled, "I know you, Cao An Cao Shaoxia, but I don't want money, it's not because of your reputation, for us, the court and the rivers and lakes are two worlds that are not very connected, no matter how famous you are in the rivers and lakes, it doesn't have much effect on me, I just want to do something for this Gulan City." ”

"To tell you the truth, I myself am actually a real Qur'an, but when I was young, I was incompetent, and when I saw the appearance of other people in the village, I was scared, I didn't dare to take the road of martial arts, for so many years, I have been feeling guilty, that day I read your book, and the moment I beat you to tell me your purpose, I decided to do it."

"This kind of thing should have been done by us, but the truth is always so disappointing, the huge Gulanzhou, now I don't see a few people singing the sadness and stories behind this achievement, but a lot of people are staring at the interests of others who give up their lives in exchange, the purest group of people in the True Martial Sect is gone, and the current True Martial Sect ......"

The shopkeeper didn't speak again, his face showed a little embarrassment, Cao An didn't speak, because he found that the shopkeeper's words were somewhat reasonable, only the most devout believers would do such things, and now, those most devout believers were dead, since the moment they walked into the blood.

As their faith died, or rather, with the reappearance of the river of blood, it appeared in another form on the land.

"I can't do much, my net worth and life are here, and I can't go far, I hope Cao Shaoxia can fulfill my wishes."

After coming out of the bookstore, Cao An followed his breath straight and walked to one of the alleys.

In the old yard, She Chuan is drying the stories in the box, a yellowed scroll, with a very light musty smell, mixed with the smell of ink and wash in the books, the story of this small box, all the guys he eats, and he has been relying on these unique stories over the years to beg for food.

Although he remembered the stories in the book for a long time, this did not prevent him from cherishing them.

She Chuan's original ambition is not this, it seems that no parent or elder family will hope that their children will want to be a storyteller when they grow up in the future, even if it is to become a martial artist and run the rivers and lakes, such ambitions are much higher than storytellers, and She Chuan was born in a storyteller's family, and his father knows the hardships of this period best.

When he was a child, he was forced to study, study knowledge, and devote his whole life to work, hoping that he could gain fame and fame, and she Chuan was also working hard, but in this world, it is not good to work hard, nor is it that hard work must have results, God is unfair, some people are really not suitable for this road, he is still forced by life after all, and embarked on the road of his fathers.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the courtyard, and She Chuan's heart suddenly suddenly, not that he was worried about someone seeking revenge, a storyteller like him was barely half a reader, and he didn't come into contact with any grievances in the rivers and lakes, so he naturally didn't think he would provoke any enemies, the only thing he was worried about was that those who had heard his own storytelling were looking for trouble for themselves because of the story.

At a glance, the door was locked, and the latch was attached from the inside.

With a sigh of relief, he tidied up his somewhat wrinkled robe, walked to the door, and asked loudly at a distance of about three feet from the door panel, "Who?" ”

"In Xia Cao'an, I have something to ask for Mr., and I came to visit."

Cao An's name was too big, so that She Chuan behind the door didn't think about the famous Cao An for a while, just regarded it as the same name, opened the door, and saw the man standing in front of the door of his yard, gentle and elegant, with a clean and innocent smile on his face, as if he had a power from natural closeness.

It's like being in the city.

The big yellow gourd behind him was so eye-catching that She Chuan, who saw Cao An at first glance, was a little stunned for a moment.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Cao An's words pulled him back to reality, "No, no, Cao Shaoxia, please come in quickly." ”

This is a ready-made story, if you can talk to him and tell a few stories about his experience, then there will be new stories to add to your story library.

With such an idea, She Chuan diligently poured the tea, what a veritable name, words such as dragon and phoenix were vigorously pasted on Cao An's body, and even Li Douer beside him was praised a little dizzy, and the corners of his mouth kept a shy smile but couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart.

Listening to him climb like this, I don't know when it will be, Cao An can only take the lead in interrupting his words and expressing his intention.

"Do you have a ready-made story?"

Cao An nodded, "Yes, sir, let's take a look first." ”

Saying that, Cao An took out a book of the story that had just been printed from the yellow gourd and put it on the table, in terms of professional things, She Chuan seemed very professional, he restrained the courtesy, his face was solemn, he picked up the booklet and looked at it carefully, for the sake of the spread of the story, this story is actually not long.

Again, Cao An's knowledge of content is also limited, with only a general clue and outline.

If you really want to dig it up, every generation and every time period in this grand project should have countless stories to unearth.

It didn't take long for She Chuan to finish reading the story and put it back on the table.

"In Xia Shechuan, She is ashamed, this story is around us, every one of us in the Gulan knows, but no one has ever thought of singing it, so that future generations will know the efforts of these predecessors, Cao Shaoxia, this matter should not be you begging me, but I begging you, She will pass on this story, She here, there are still many peers, I hope to ask Cao Shaoxia for a few more volumes, and then hand them over to my companions, one person's power is limited after all."

Cao An gently rubbed the teacup, "I'm just entrusted by others, and it's you who really do things." ”

"This is a matter within the reach of every Gulan person, it is incumbent on Cao Shaoxia to mention anything like this, you can rest assured that we will complete this matter without discount, at least in She's life, as long as you can still talk about it, and there are people who are willing to listen, She will continue to talk about it."

Cao An saluted at She Chuan, the world doesn't seem to be so bad, some people are staring at interests, but some people are staring at righteousness......