(Ask for collection, ask for recommendation)

The place where Mr. Sun told the story was in the Xunwu Hall of the Village Chief's Mansion in Shuangshixian Village. Originally, it was a place for the immortals in the palace to practice martial arts, but now it has been transformed into a storytelling field, and in addition to the lectern, hundreds of benches have been placed.

Mr. Sun sat at the lectern and sipped a glass of wine. His servants stood respectfully aside. Wang Chong, the village owner, led several guards to maintain order in the field.

The benches were full by this time. Most of the people were not in their seats, so they had to stand on the periphery three floors inside and three outside to listen.

There is a fee for storytelling, five copper coins per person, which is about a little more than a person's meal money for a day. No one was too expensive, and everyone paid the money to Mr. Sun's waiter in a proper manner, and waited with bated breath for Mr. Sun to open the book.

Relying on coming early, Jin Ling and the four friends took the front seat early, leisurely nibbling on the snacks prepared by their parents, their faces full of anticipation. And Song Ning and the others were also not far away, and from time to time they handed a threatening look.

Mr. Sun sat on the podium, holding a tooth plate used in the case, and a good pot of tea had been brewed beside him.

This posture is similar to that of storytellers in the previous life. Oh no, like teaching assistants in college who take elective courses. And Mr. Sun is the center of attention in the audience.

"Seeing that everyone is looking forward to it, I won't rub it off, just open the book!" Mr. Sun took a sip of tea, patted the podium on the tooth board, and started, "Let's continue with what I said last time, last time, the Immortal Emperor of the Eternal Night shocked the seventy-two immortal islands with his supreme immortal power, and collected it for use, making it a sworn immortal." In the ensuing decisive battle against the Heavenly Extreme Tyrant, more than ninety percent of this force was killed in battle, but it also made great achievements! To this day, in the imperial capital above the void, there are still commemorative statues of these seventy-two island immortals. ”

"Okay, let's get down to business, let's talk about this final imperial battle today! It is said that the Eternal Night Immortal Emperor is determined to overthrow the Heavenly Extreme Tyrant, and he has painstakingly planned to develop his strength, and finally made the situation develop in favor of the Yan Zhao Immortal Kingdom. In terms of total strength, our Eternal Night Immortal Emperor and Yan Zhao Immortal Kingdom have received a lot of help, and have been supported by the vast majority of immortals, and their strength is already ten times that of the Heavenly Extreme Tyrant! However, the Heavenly Extreme Tyrant has been on the throne for more than 89,000 years, has a profound heritage, has countless powerful magic weapons, and more importantly, the Seven Treasures of the Immortal Emperor passed down from generation to generation of Immortal Emperors are also in his hands. These Seven Treasures of the Immortal Emperor are all extremely powerful and groundbreaking treasures......"

During Mr. Sun's storytelling, Jin Ling has been sitting in the middle of the second row, sitting upright, engrossed, listening carefully, and refusing to let go of a word.

The old man in front of him, with a charitable face, seemed to have an inexplicable attraction, which made Jin Ling feel a burst of warmth. Every word and sentence came out of his mouth, and when he heard it in his ears, it seemed to be a kind teaching from the elders to the younger ones.

Jin Ling remembered his grandfather. Grandpa died early, when he was two years old. My impression of him is very vague, mainly by relying on a posthumous portrait hanging on the wall to evoke some impressions. The only thing I remember is my grandfather's kind laughter, and every time I taste it in my heart, I feel extremely warm.

Or rather, I remembered Lao Zhuang. Although Lao Zhuang is disrespectful to the old, always cynical, and often has more foul language in his mouth, this old man is really good to himself, although he himself is not rich, he still does everything to provide for himself to go to college, give himself sufficient living expenses, and even encourage him to spend money to pursue a department flower......

I am now in this place where I don't know when and where I lived, alone, Lao Zhuang, are you okay? I can't find myself for such a long time, I'm afraid I'm going to die in a hurry. I'm really sorry for your help over the years, and I can't repay you in this inexplicable place.

Thinking of this, Jin Ling only felt that his nose was sour and his eyes were moist.

Now, that's how Mr. Sun feels to himself. If it weren't for the eyes of everyone around him, Jin Ling really wanted to rush forward, get into this Mr. Sun's arms, and call him "Grandpa". As soon as he thought of this, Jin Ling's sore nose worsened, and he couldn't help but really shed tears.

"Xiao Ling, why are you crying?" Yang Xuan sat next to Jin Ling and asked strangely.

"No, I'm fine, the wind blew the sand into my eyes. Jin Ling woke up from that strange warm feeling and hurriedly covered it up.

"Oh, I'll blow it to you. Yang Xuan said, about to turn Jin Ling's head over and blow into his eyes.

"No, no, now it's fine. Jin Ling said, breaking free of her hand.

Mr. Sun spoke for two and a half hours in one go, and finished the final battle of the fairy world, and the people inside and outside the conference room were fascinated, and they were still immersed in the glorious entrepreneurial history of the empire.

People were reluctant to disperse for a long time, so they took out all kinds of items, food and drink, and gave them to Mr. Sun. But they were all rejected one by one.

Wang Chong, the village chief of Shuangshixian Village, took several subordinates to separate the people who listened to the book. Wang Chong said with a smile: "Every time Mr. Sun comes to talk about a book, he asks me to wait for a long time to see! This kind of battle of the Immortal Emperor, although I have heard it in the past, it is only a few words, and after listening to Mr. Sun, I will know what is going on!"

Mr. Sun smiled, obviously very satisfied with everyone's enthusiasm, or deliberately modestly said: "It's just a walk around, a little bit of lip service, some historical facts, a little change and exaggeration, and then shake some baggage, to make some living money." ”

Wang Chong said: "Sir is too polite, please follow me to the wing room to rest." I've prepared a banquet, please sir!"

Hearing the word drinking, Mr. Sun's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and a little saliva oozed out, and he hurriedly wiped it off.

"What an old drunkard! every time!" Wang Chong smiled secretly, and escorted Mr. Sun back to the village chief's mansion with a few guards.

Seeing their figures leave the training hall, Jin Lingtu felt sad again. Standing in a daze, as if he was really separated from his grandfather, his nose was sour again, and he was about to burst into tears. In the end, he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and two bright tears rolled in.

His performance made a few friends look stupid.

Everyone was stunned at first, and Yang Lisheng laughed first: "Xiao Ling, just listen to a story, don't cry!"

is used to joking, and the other children don't have the heart to laugh, only Yang Xuan is thoughtful.

Jin Ling wiped away his tears and argued: "Who said I cried, my eyes got into the sand!" In order to hide his embarrassment, he turned around and strode outside.

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