Chapter 154

If only there was someone with enough cultivation and trustworthy by my side at this time, I could cooperate with him and make up for the gap caused by the injury...

But it has been a long time since I left Jiange. I have always been cold and there are very few people around me who can barely be called friends. How can I find anyone worthy of trust in Jianyang City?

Ling Shuangxue shook her head, restrained her thoughts, and stepped into a teahouse.

According to the people in Jianyang City, although the storytellers here are often changed, most of them are of a certain level, and the environment is comfortable. It is a good place to listen to stories and drink tea.

However, Ling Shuangxue was inexplicably uninterested.

After being injured yesterday, she also heard some stories circulating in the martial arts world in some towns...

To be honest, they are very ordinary.

There is almost no improvement compared to when I was still traveling in the martial arts world.

(Perhaps only the story of Yuli's message in those days is special...)

Yes, if there were such stories circulating in the martial arts world, they should have spread throughout Jiange long ago.

Just thinking about this, Ling Shuangxue's body suddenly paused.

Quiet, too quiet.

In the entire teahouse, there was only a young man's voice echoing softly.

Ling Shuangxue was about to investigate, but suddenly felt a peeping, and she looked in that direction in an instant.

(... Is it him?)

In his eyes, a young man was standing in front of a square redwood, shaking his folding fan with a normal expression, speaking neither slowly nor slowly, but telling a story just right.

(From his peeping just now, he has noticed my cultivation? In other words, he is Yuanying... No, just Jindan Daquan?)

Ling Shuangxue's eyes flickered.

She did hide her breath a little, but because of her injury and her realm was not completely consolidated, people with sufficient strength could also see her approximate realm.

But I didn't expect that a storyteller in a teahouse would have such a cultivation, and even have a very sophisticated way to hide his breath.

If the other party's peeping had not been exposed just now, even if I carefully sensed it, I would not be able to detect the specific cultivation of this young man.

(It was as if there was no golden elixir in the dantian... How did he do it...)

Ling Shuangxue, who was thinking, also found an empty seat and sat down as if nothing had happened.

In the quiet environment, the voice of the young man telling stories also entered her ears.

One sentence, two sentences...

…………

Wow!

The sound of a folding fan being put away suddenly sounded.

"...The story ends here."

"I have been telling stories for half an hour. I need to take a short break. I will continue the next section for you guests after drinking a few sips of tea."

The young man had a light smile on his face.

When the voice fell, the whole teahouse seemed to wake up from a dream.

"This... There are actually such stories in this world! I have been listening to books in Jianyang City for more than ten years, and I have never heard such... Such..."

"How great! How great! I can listen to this wonderful article in my life, and I will die without regrets... I will die without regrets!"

"What about the sequel? I want to hear the sequel! If I can't hear the sequel, I feel like there are hundreds of sword poisons crawling in my heart!"

"Sir, do you want tea? Quick! Bring the best tea upstairs to the sir... How many pots? You bastard! Bring out ten buckets first!"

The quiet teahouse became a mess in an instant.

And in the meantime, Ling Shuangxue, who was sitting alone at the table, showed a dull look on her face.

She was actually listening to it unconsciously!

The story told by the young man gave her a feeling that could rival the story told by her own disciples with a short sword before!

Even in the process of listening to this story, her thoughts became calmer, and her state of mind showed signs of being raised again... And not only that, her breath was hidden more perfectly without knowing when...

At this time, even an ordinary Yuanying could not see through her breath!

Looking at the storyteller again, Ling Shuangxue's eyes had already shown a glimmer of something strange.

She had developed some interest in him.

But the next moment, her gaze on the handsome boy suddenly paused and stopped at his waist.

There was a wooden broad-bladed short sword there, which gave her a sense of familiarity that made her heart beat faster.

(Could it be...)

A thought flashed through Ling Shuangxue's mind.

However, before she could think about it, she heard an arrogant voice coming from the entrance of the teahouse.

"We have reserved this place today, so you should leave quickly if you know what's good for you!"

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 229 Sword Ghost? (Three more)

Everyone in the teahouse, who had just been full of excitement, was stunned.

In front of the red wood, Luo Wusheng, who was holding a folding fan, frowned slightly and moved his eyes to the direction of the teahouse entrance.

But he saw several people carrying heavy swords stepping into the teahouse.

The leader was a strong man with a height of eight feet and a cold face. The man who just spoke was beside him, with a sturdy figure, a chin like a swallow and a beard like a tiger.

But when this man appeared, his aura rose from the ground.

"Gold, Golden Pill Great Perfection?!"

Someone among the tea drinkers around him said in surprise.

The man raised his head a little more after hearing this exclamation.

"It's good that you can see it, why don't you just leave obediently as I said just now?"

Luo Wusheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just now, he had just calculated the value of appearing in front of people that he had gained from reading books for half an hour.

It wasn't much. After all, the number of guests in the teahouse was limited, and the efficiency of this method of harvesting was not enough... But it had increased somewhat.

If I can maintain a similar level, I can just talk for a few hours every day, and when Xiao Yuli comes back from visiting her relatives, I will be able to accumulate a good level.

I just didn't expect something would change so soon...

His eyes ignored the brash man who spoke first, but fell on the strong man in the lead.

(Another Nascent Soul...)

Why do I feel that the frequency of Yuanying's appearance in Jianyang City is a bit high? I have only been in this teahouse for more than half an hour, and I have already seen two Yuanyings.

In addition to being a parallel import, he barely managed to have three Nascent Souls.

This is even more frequent than the normal appearance frequency of Nascent Soul in the Royal City.

I think that when I was in the royal city, except for the night of the demon slaying, all the Nascent Souls I saw were from the Six Gates...well, including the Empress.

...Did something happen to Jianyang City? Otherwise, no matter how you think about it, there shouldn't be a scene of a group of Nascent Souls gathering in this small teahouse, right?

Luo Wusheng touched his chin and had some thoughts in his heart.

In fact, he didn't care about leaving. At most, he was in a bad mood. There was no need to worry about this group of people.

The method of telling stories to show one's holy value in front of harvesters can be used anywhere in Jianyang City, but it may not have the better conditions of Pinjian Teahouse.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the muscular man leading the group gently shaking his head and taking a step forward.

"We need to discuss some important matters here today, and we don't want to be disturbed in any way... We will also compensate you accordingly for your losses, and I hope you can leave on your own."

His voice was breathy.

It seems that this person can still have normal conversations, but I don’t know how strong he is in a fight...

Luo Wusheng looked at the muscular man, but suddenly his heart moved, and he quietly moved his gaze in a direction that he had been secretly paying attention to.

Sure enough, the veiled woman was looking at him quietly.

(What does she see me for? Is she fascinated by my unique appearance? Or is she attracted by my unconcealable talent?)

Yeah, sin, sin.

But I feel like that girl is also a beautiful woman... Even though she is wearing a veil, her figure, eyebrows, exposed inches of skin, and her unworldly aura are all top-notch.

After appreciating the looks of the beautiful women such as Xiao Yuli, Bai Xiaoyao, Empress and Little Fox, Luo Wusheng felt that his vision was now better than before.

Luo Wusheng was still sighing in his heart, but suddenly he heard faint words coming from among the tea guests.

"Leave? But I haven't heard the story yet..."

"Huh? Sir?"

Although the voice was small, it could not escape the golden elixir level hearing.

The rude man thought that these tea guests were idle, but after hearing these words, he immediately cast his eyes on Luo Wusheng.

"...a storyteller? Or a junior?"

The reckless man sneered: "Oh, you are still nostalgic for a story made up by a mere junior? I don't know what I have experienced in this life is many times more magnificent than those fabricated stories, so you are the only ones who admire those boring things!"

With that said, the reckless man stepped forward and arrived in front of Luo Wusheng.

Being strong and strong, he formed a sharp contrast with Luo Wusheng.

"Tch, I thought he was very capable, but he's just a junior who hasn't even developed the golden elixir yet... What decent story can he tell?"

Facing the disdainful man, Luo Wusheng secretly smacked his tongue.

Is this guy simply unhappy with reading a storyteller?

(If we directly knock down this group of people at this time, it should be able to increase the holy value of many people...?)

Luo Wusheng weighed the strength of both sides.

At his current level, against ordinary Nascent Souls without special means, he is confident enough to win even without using Wuxiang.

but……

He once again glanced at the mid-stage Nascent Soul that he only cared about in the audience.

Ling Shuangxue also frowned slightly at this time.

The reckless man's words made her feel a little unhappy, but she had no intention of taking action for the time being.

The young storyteller who seemed to be oppressed by the arrogant aura was reflected in his eyes. His eyes lightly glanced at the wooden sword at his waist, and then he thought about the young man's cultivation level that he had just sensed... Ling Shuangxue felt that he had begun to Looking forward to the next development.

(Maybe he really is...)

…………

The scene was a bit sluggish.

After the strong man spoke just now, many people had already started to think about retreating.

After all, since the other party has given them a step up, no one wants to provoke this group of people who seem to be difficult to provoke.

But what the reckless man said just now made them feel unhappy.

They had just finished listening to Luo Wusheng's story, and were in the excitement period due to the story, when they heard someone speaking to Luo Wusheng like this...

Every one of the tea guests present wanted to refute, but they were afraid of offending Luo Wusheng, a storyteller who "didn't even get the golden elixir".

At this moment, everyone's hearts moved at the same time, with strange expressions on their faces.

"This...this feeling is..."

The spiritual power in the tea house was turbulent at this moment.

At the source of the turmoil, a young man opened his eyes, his face full of ecstasy.

"Ha, haha! I...I broke through! I broke through!"