After communicating with Tie Chuanjia, Luo Changfeng looked at Mr. Storyteller and said, "I don't know how many years has the old man been telling stories?"

The storyteller smiled: "I started telling stories at the age of forty-two, and it has been twenty years now. ”

Luo Changfeng bowed slightly, and said, "Does the old gentleman have an apprentice?"

The storyteller smiled bitterly and said, "This skill can also make the old man barely make ends meet, so that he will not starve to death, where can he afford to raise apprentices?"

Luo Changfeng's expression was full, and he said, "Does the old gentleman want to carry forward this skill, and in the future, it will belong to your bookstore and open it all over the country?"

The storyteller was stunned and asked cautiously, "What does Childe mean?"

Luo Changfeng said: "I have an idea, our brother will pay for the old gentleman to accept apprentices and pass on the arts, and when the apprentices become teachers, you can let them go out to tell stories, and when the time is ripe, I will open a bookstore for you." ”

Mr. Storyteller's eyes lit up, but he didn't agree rashly, and asked tentatively, "But I don't know what Childe wants?"

Luo Changfeng said: "You can take your apprentice to talk about your book on weekdays, but when you need it, I will write some story books and give them to you, you just need to tell the story, I can guarantee that the story I write will definitely make you famous in the world." ”

The storyteller hesitated, "But I don't know what those stories are about?"

Luo Changfeng said: "Naturally, it is a martial arts anecdote, and the rivers and lakes are stormy. ”

The storyteller was even more hesitant and said in embarrassment: "Childe, the old man is just an ordinary person, don't dare to comment on the affairs of the rivers and lakes in vain, otherwise, the old man may ......."

Luo Changfeng knew what he meant, and said: "This old gentleman can rest assured, the story I wrote was the most recent in the Song and Yuan dynasties, and it usually does not involve today's martial arts." ”

"The only thing that will involve today's martial arts is only the matter of my brother's 'flying swordsman', besides, if anyone is dissatisfied with what you said, our brother will stand up for you. ”

Mr. Storyteller felt a little relieved when he heard this, he glanced at Ah Fei, and also somewhat understood the meaning of Luo Changfeng's move, it turned out that he wanted to help his brother become famous in the world.

Tie Chuanjia naturally understood Luo Changfeng's thoughts, and he also opened his mouth and said to the storyteller: "Old man, you can rest assured that cooperating with Young Master Changfeng is that although these two young masters are young, their martial arts are what Tie has seen with his own eyes. ”

"Tie Mou dares to speak, all over the rivers and lakes, there are very few who can match the two of them, you can count them with one hand, with them to support you, this world can be said, this rivers and lakes can also be discussed. ”

Mr. Storyteller nodded slowly, although he didn't know martial arts and didn't have much knowledge, but judging from the things of the Central Plains Eight Righteousness, this Tie Chuanjia was obviously also the number one person.

And from what he has seen and heard today, this iron legend is loyal and righteous, and he is not a person who speaks falsely, and his words are very convincing.

So he thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then the old man should be the son." ”

Luo Changfeng nodded with satisfaction, reached into his arms, took out his only thirty taels of silver, handed it to the storyteller, and said, "These silver and two old gentlemen will use them first, you choose the apprentices as soon as possible, and bring them out as quickly as possible." ”

Thirty taels of silver, if you save a little flower, it is enough for a family of three to live for three or five years.

Seeing that Luo Changfeng was so atmospheric, and he didn't even know his name, he handed over so many silver taels directly to him, which showed his trust in himself.

The storyteller took the silver and said loudly: "Thanks to the young master, the old Song Baolin will serve the young master in the future." ”

After chatting for a while, Song Baolin and Luo Changfeng told each other where they lived, and then Song Baolin said goodbye and left, while Luo Changfeng and Ah Fei returned to the ancestral hall with Tie Chuanjia.

Although Zhongyuan Bayi let him go for the time being, he didn't know what the result was, and whether Jin Fengbai really knew the truth back then.

So he didn't rush back to Xingyunzhuang and returned to Li Xunhuan, he planned to wait first.

......

In Li Xunhuan's feelings, if there is one thing in the world that is more uncomfortable than "not drinking", it is "drinking with people you hate".

He found that the people in "Xingyunzhuang" were really more annoying than the other, and in comparison, You Longsheng was the best one among them, because at least he didn't make sycophants.

If a nasty person slaps on the back again, it's just hair-sticking.

Li Xunhuan had no choice but to pretend to be sick.

Long Xiaoyun naturally knew his temper very well, and did not force him, so Li Xunhuan went back to the room alone.

The wind blows bamboo leaves like light waves lapping on the shore.

There's a spider on the roof that's starting to build a web, isn't man just like a spider? Everybody in the world is making a web, and then putting his web in the center.

Li Xunhuan also has his net, but he never wants to escape from the net in his life, because this net was originally built by himself.

Li Xunhuan thought a lot, he remembered Lin Xian'er who he saw in Lengxiang Xiaozhu last night, the eyes of people in the martial arts were not blind, she was indeed the best in the world, and she deserved to be called the first beauty in the martial arts.

If someone has ever described her with flowers, that person has really insulted her, and what flower in the world can be so touching as her?

Her laughter is warm, and wherever she goes, she takes spring with her.

Her person is so kind and generous, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is the most gentle and pure girl in the world.

She told him that she had known him since she was very young, so when she knew that this was where he used to live, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep.

Although she lived in the cold incense building, she didn't touch anything inside, so the cold fragrance building was exactly the same as ten years ago.

Because of this, she could feel that this was where he had lived, and she would feel that he was still in this room, sitting in this chair, quietly watching her, talking softly to her.

Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night, and she always felt as if he was sleeping next to her, and there was still his breath on the bed and pillow.

Lin Xian'er's every word is intoxicating, no man can resist her such gentle words, if it was Li Xunhuan more than ten years ago, he would definitely not be able to resist such Lin Xian'er, it's a pity......

Li Xunhuan sighed secretly in his heart, but unfortunately now he can't tolerate anyone in his heart, this girl shouldn't belong to him, if he really accepts her love, it will only hurt her in the end.

So he treats Lin Xian'er as a younger sister, because her sister is called Lin Shiyin.

Because of Luo Changfeng's butterfly wings, Li Xunhuan has not experienced the incident of the mountain restaurant, and naturally he does not recognize Lin Xian'er, this is the first time they have met, and it is completely different from the original meeting.

No matter how clever Li Xunhuan is, if he hadn't seen it beforehand, he would never have imagined that the girl in front of him, like a fairy, would be such a person.

In the original book, if Li Xunhuan hadn't known what kind of person she was from the beginning, she might not have been played by Lin Xian'er.

After thinking about Lin Xian'er, Li Xunhuan thought of Tie Chuanjia again, his eyes couldn't help but dim, and he didn't know what happened to him.

His thoughts were in turmoil, and now he just wanted to drink some wine, but there was no wine in the bedroom.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of footsteps on the snow, and he was approaching this way, and the footsteps soon reached the door.

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a knock on the door, followed by a voice that was so gentle that people's hearts were about to melt when they heard it, "Brother Li, are you sleeping?"