"Why didn't Xiao Dao Ye say it. ”

"Little fairy, you go on. ”

The upstairs and downstairs listeners are itching, this is hearing the wonderful place, the story is broken here, where can I sleep at night.

Feng Qingyun smiled calmly, and there were words in his mouth:

"Xiaodao came here today, and I have been talking for almost two hours, my mouth is dry, and I suddenly remembered that General Zheng Lun's master... Guess what it means."

Speaking of which, it's a dumb riddle.

"This Zheng Lun's master, as mentioned in the story just now, is it called Du'er Zhenren, Du'er... Hungry, hahaha, the little Taoist priest said he was hungry. ”

"The little Taoist priest is also thin-skinned, this is easy to do, we listened to it for an afternoon, and the neighbors will give some rewards. ”

"What's polite, the story is well told, and the uncle will reward you with twenty dollars. ”

Feng Qingyun saw that the timing was good, and hurriedly gave Mr. Storyteller a look, the two sides understood, Mr. Storyteller hurriedly held his light shirt into a cloth bag, and ran down the stage in small steps, someone gave a few copper coins, and the businessman who had plenty of money actually gave a few dollars of broken silver, and the hawkers who listened outside the window also gave some melons, fruits, vegetables, dried meat and candy that they sold.

After this lap, they returned with a full load, and the two of them saw that they had put together a few taels of silver, and their hearts were happy.

At this time, a white-clothed literati dressed in brocade walked downstairs upstairs, it was Mr. Wenhua who had just talked to the city lord, he directly handed over a silver ingot, Feng Qingyun took his eyes and weighed it, it looked like it was about ten taels.

This Mr. Wenhua smiled lovely, saluted Feng Qingyun on the stage, and said:

"My master, I like the story of the little fairy very much, and I hereby reward a ingot, I hope to say another paragraph, and I will send a table of wine when I go back. ”

Feng Qingyun's eyes frequently signaled, and asked the storyteller to quickly accept the ingots, and he also replied politely:

"Thank you for your generosity, and of course I want to have a great time. It's just that this story is very long, and it can't be said for seven days and seven nights, and it's not too early for this day.

My story is about the myth and legend of my Shangqing Daomen, if there are pilgrims in the audience who yearn for my Daomen, you can go to Shangqing Temple in Shangqing Mountain at noon every day from tomorrow, and Xiaodao will burn incense in the temple every day, waiting for you. ”

After finishing the advertisement, Feng Qingyun spoke hard for another hour, and when the sun set, the audience reluctantly dispersed, and when they left, they were still discussing the various fairy spells in the story.

"City Lord, did you say that Zheng Lun in that story can suck the soul of the enemy with both noses, is it really an immortal?"

Mr. Wenhua was still immersed in the story, dizzy, and asked obsessively.

"Hahaha... The old gentleman is not a martial artist, but he doesn't know that those divine skills are practiced to the depths, in fact, they are the same as the immortal methods in the mouths of the people. In the list of Heavenly Wonder Heroes, there is a master named Xifeng Maniac, who is said to practice a "Heaven Swallowing Toad Gong", and a big mouth can suck the livestock and people in the vicinity for several miles, compared with the little general in his story, the two methods are somewhat similar. ”

"It's still the lord of the city who is well-informed, so we... Shall we listen to that story tomorrow?"

"Hahaha... It seems that Mr. Wenhua also can't stop this story. Okay, early tomorrow morning, we will also go to Shangqingguan for a visit, burn a few injections of incense, I want to see what medicine is sold in this little Taoist gourd. ”

After the end, Feng Qingyun was invited by Mr. Storyteller to a guest room in the backyard of the restaurant.

While eating the banquet given by the gift, the two of them summed up the property they earned today, and it was actually close to thirty taels, which was really worthy of this storyteller, usually a month's income, happy and excited, this old gentleman looked at Feng Qingyun but squeaked a little, as if he was embarrassed to say something:

"Little Daoyou... Ah no... Little fairy, I'm here... Hey hey·· I'm embarrassed to say that I have an idea. ”

"Hahaha... Sir, don't be polite, let's divide it in half as we said before, I'll take fifteen taels of silver, and the rest of the money and excess finances will be given to you. ”

"You're so polite, today's money is actually earned by you, how embarrassed am I. Actually·· Actually, little fairy, I want to learn from you. The storyteller looked at the money on the table, recalled his many years of sleeping in the open and said:

"Little fairy, Xiao Ke's original surname was Zhao, the master who taught me to read was a landing show who got sick and left early, and he didn't teach me some real skills, I said that I have been sleeping in the open for so many years, and I have never been so popular today.

Your method of storytelling is really smooth and innovative, not to mention the grandeur and breadth of the story called Fengshen. I want to ask the little fairy to teach me, and I also know that there is no reason for this skill to be passed on casually, even if I enter your Taoist temple and become a Taoist priest. ”

As he spoke, he burst into tears, and was so excited that he was about to kneel down and give Feng Qingyun a big salute.

Feng Qingyun gently helped the storyteller up, patted the dust on the hem of his clothes, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, and said with a smile:

"Haha... Mr. Zhao doesn't have to be like this, you have to learn my storytelling skills, and even learn my mythological book is not a difficult thing, I have a business here that I want to talk to you, what do you think?"

"Business, little fairy, you say, I'll listen. ”

"It is said that this peer does not look up and look down, this storyteller in Lingnan City, Mr. Zhao should know a lot. Feng Qingyun's eyes showed a cunning brilliance, and he inquired about the news in a sneaky tone.

"That's certain, as long as it's those storytellers in big restaurants or big teahouses, there must be twenty or thirty people in the south and north of the city, and I basically know them."

"Okay, tomorrow at noon, you will invite all these storytellers you know to our Shangqing Temple, and say that I am willing to teach the book of the Romance of the Gods for free, and please eat a free meal. ”

"The little fairy is atmospheric, a good storyteller is the iron rice bowl of our storyteller, you cover me, I will go for a run overnight, and I will definitely invite all the gentlemen to Shangqingguan tomorrow." Mr. Zhao waved his hands excitedly and saluted, very grateful.

The sky was already dark, Feng Qingyun hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Zhao, thinking that he had slipped out early in the morning to play for a day, and he would have to be reprimanded by his senior sister when he went back this night, so he spread his legs and hurried back. -

Walking along the path between the mountains of Shangqing Mountain, Mei Zizi carried the silver taels in his pocket, Feng Qingyun fantasized about a better life in the future of Shangqing Guan, and after making money, he must replace his hard bed with Simmons, and the soft sleeper made of fine cotton is also OK. Then hire some handymen and maids, and find a good cook to improve the food, when the time comes, the little maid beats her legs, the side dishes are served with wine, and the meal comes to stretch out your hand, think about Dule. Then repair a few old wings of the senior brothers and sisters, improve the quality of life for them, and a happy and comfortable life is beckoning to Shangqingguan.

As soon as he walked halfway up the mountain, the bright moon had already hung in the air, and Feng Qingyun, who was weak and weak, found a place under a tree to rest, but he saw a man in black among the trees not far away.

If it weren't for Feng Qingyun who had practiced Xiao Cheng's true heart method, whether it was eyesight and hearing and other senses, he would have surpassed ordinary people by a lot, and it would have been really difficult to find this man in black at night.

This black-clothed man did not walk on the main road in front of Qingshan, but secretly drove the path down the mountain to find out, and Feng Qingyun immediately decided to secretly follow to find out.

Fortunately, the man in black didn't seem to be in a hurry all the way, and although Feng Qingyun was out of breath after chasing, he didn't lose it.

followed the man in black all the way down the mountain to a manor outside Lingnan City. The man in black stopped in a gazebo outside the manor, unfastened his black mask, and his long black hair flowed down.

Feng Qingyun hid in the grass in the dark, and at a glance, he found that this... This man in black is actually his senior sister, Ge Qingyi. What is this Senior Sister Ge doing here secretly at night? Seeing that she stopped here for a long time, she should be waiting for someone, and I will secretly observe and talk about it.

Half an hour passed, and Senior Sister Ge still stood quietly as if she had settled down. Feng Qingyun and the others were bored, and they didn't see anyone coming, so they opened the system to take a look after being bored. It's past 12 midnight, and the Reward Wheel has been updated.

I thought, no matter, no matter! Wait and wait, I'll draw a prize first, sir.

Looking at the interface of the big turntable, the prize column composed of twelve grids has actually changed.

The first block of martial arts hangs the brand-new "Demon Light Five Heavens", "Thousand Poisonous Palms", "Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist" and "Four Seasons Sword Technique" four martial arts.

It seems that this system really includes all kinds of martial arts that have appeared in Hong Kong comics, and even cult martial arts such as the Demon Light Five Heavens and the Thousand Poisonous Palms are included.

The elixir miscellaneous items have also been replaced: Qi Luck Charm, Poison Avoidance Bead, "Tao Te Ching", and there is actually a consumable called Dao Law Aura, which can make a cyan aura flash behind the user, which is simply a super special effect for the god stick to deceive people.

The rest of the position has not changed much, five hundred taels of silver, and the robe has become a silk futon, an iron long sword, and you want to avoid it.

Feng Qingyun hesitated, today's martial arts column prizes are a little tangled, they are actually some demonic or evil martial arts, if he draws these martial arts to practice or not, if he practices this kind of martial arts and is discovered by the senior brothers and sisters in Guanli, it will be a big trouble.

Forget it, don't worry about it, everything depends on fate, and without hesitation, Feng Qingyun shook the turntable fiercely!

Silk futon··· Passed

Iron longsword... It's also gone

The point of light traveled to the vicinity of the Tiger Crane Twin Fist and slowed down... It's a pity that it's gone

With a ding, it actually fell on the debris: the anti-poison bead.

A small bead the size of a red jujube exudes a faint fragrance, and the system introduction says that as long as you wear it with you, you can restrain the invasion of most toxins.

That's it·· That's it·· This is also a good thing to walk in the rivers and lakes to protect your own safety, not bad.

Feng Qingyun made persistent efforts, drew two more in a row, used up the number of rewards for today, and drew a one-time prop that could bring him good luck: the luck charm, and also drew the Dao aura prop that was used to fool people. sighed that his African destiny was irreversible, so he could only look at it dryly, and he had no fate with his martial arts rewards.

"Forget it, anyway, my luck points are enough, after returning to the mountain, find a secluded place, and be sure to use the reward mechanism of ten consecutive draws to learn a high-level martial arts, these low-level martial arts rewarded by the big turntable, the master still can't look down on it." ”

Just as Feng Qingyun was muttering to himself, the two of them on the official road not far away brought up a puff of dust and smoke and roared. The leader was a mighty middle-aged man, dressed in a leather armor and scale robe, riding a strange horse with fine scales and brute blood.

Another teenager, one meter nine meters long, strong and heroic, but his face was very green, and he looked like he was in his early twenties. After the middle-aged man got off the horse, he slapped the young man on the back of the head, and the young man looked at Senior Sister Ge's reluctance, and actually gave her a bow.

Then the middle-aged man also took a few steps forward, bent his back in front of the pavilion, clasped his hands into fists, and actually solemnly saluted Ge Qingyi:

"Miss, I'm sorry, I'm late. ”