Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

"Let's listen to the next analysis!"

In the inn, the storyteller stopped abruptly, making everyone extremely dissatisfied.

"What's next? What happened to the knight?"

The storyteller had fair skin and begged for mercy, "I want to know the follow-up, just come and listen to it next time! Guest officials also have to let me make money, right?"

Everyone was dissatisfied, "If you want to make money, write well! What's the matter if you keep writing people to death!"

"Guest officials don't understand now." The storyteller glibly said, "It's right or wrong, it doesn't have to be discerned, but since ancient times, the moon has its ups and downs, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and death cannot be denied." Doesn't it exist?"

"This is a good story, you must be able to accept its splendor, and you must also be able to endure its joys and sorrows. Who knows that this is not the true happy ending of this story?"

"Hmph, you're the only one who can say it! As expected of Bai Xiaosheng!"

"You like writing stories so much?"

"That's called control." The storyteller laughed.

"Hahaha! Do you like control so much? Have you ever controlled yourself?"

The storyteller grinned, "If I could control myself, I wouldn't have to laugh with you here, would I?"

"That's right! OK! Let's listen to it next time!"

The audience gradually dispersed, and finally only the storyteller was left in the inn.

Her slender figure suddenly changed into that of a knight.

With a sword on her back, she walked out of the secular inn, came to the rivers and lakes, and continued her happy and enmity, drawing her sword to help when she was unhappy, free and willful.

"puff!"

Countless long swords pierced through the knight's chest, and the knight fell to the ground, ending the happy grievance with a sound.

The storyteller woke up from the bed, and the innkeeper knocked on the door, "Hurry up and write a new story! The guests are waiting!"

The storyteller got up in his clothes, thought for a while, and wrote on the white paper.

"Once upon a time, there was a young lady who was going out to offer incense. When it rained accidentally, she met a scholar who was going to Beijing to rush for an exam..."

In the hall full of applause, the storyteller talked eloquently, "Later, the lady fell in love with the scholar at first sight, and she decided not to marry unless she was a king. The two of them made a private decision for life, but Miss He's family beat mandarin ducks, so the two had to elope and run away."

"As time goes by, even though life is poor, it is still good. The young lady gave birth to a child for the scholar, and the scholar studied hard, and finally won the top prize in high school. Married the young lady and went to the pinnacle of life, becoming a pair of gods and couples who make people better. "

The guests booed, "What! So old-fashioned! Can you do it!"

"I haven't finished yet! Miss Qianjin woke up from a dream one day, and the high-ranking and powerful husband-in-law was in the concubine's house. She took care of the house and treated him with great respect. Once when she was leaving the mansion, the carriage was careless. Stop, there are beggars begging along the street. The lady wanted to give alms, but the beggar saw her face and ran away in shame!"

Everyone laughed, "What kind of vulgar story is this! I guess, after being opposed by her family back then, the young lady gave up elopement with the scholar. That beggar is the scholar from back then!"

The storyteller smiled and said nothing, and waited until they had finished discussing before saying, "I haven't finished yet, guests, don't worry."

"Half a month after meeting the beggar, the rebel army broke through the capital, and Miss's high-ranking husband was killed, and Miss and her family also died. The dynasty changed."

There was a moment of silence, and the faces of the audience were inexplicable.

"What kind of ghost story is this? I guess the beggar is the leader of the rebel army. If you protect the lady, wouldn't it be a beautiful love story! Now you're up and down, with no beginning and no end, it's very boring!"

"No." The storyteller laughed, "You know, since ancient times, the rebel army has been a place where fish and dragons have mixed together, and the scholar and beggar is just one of the young people."

"The lady was killed by him?"

"of course."

Everyone was dissatisfied, "What a ghost story! You are really regressing!"

"No, no, no." The storyteller said humanely, "The chivalrous men who draw their swords to help when they see injustice are ordinary people after all. If they don't change into human beings, they will die under the sword sooner or later. Even more so."

"In this world, there must be young ladies who are fooled by scholars, but in reality, young ladies will make more choices out of helplessness. Do you think this is right or wrong?"

"...It's not wrong."

"Secondly, what people can't get is always the best, so the young lady beautified the scholar, dreamed how good the other road she didn't choose was in her dream, and complained about her unsatisfactory life now, immersed in a Beautiful dream, is this right or wrong?"

"Human nature."

"Very well, then a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam but ended up becoming a beggar obviously lacks talent, so when we meet again, he is not the leader of the rebel army but just a young man, is it in line with common sense?"

"It barely fits."

"That's right, so the lover who promised to elope together in the past is living so well, but he can't even recognize him as a beggar. The scholar holds a grudge and kills the old lover while in chaos. Is it right or wrong?"

"...It's human nature."

"That's it." Bai Xiaosheng walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, "Look, I told the reality to all the guest officials, but the guest officials made up an unreasonable story by themselves. It’s wrong to come here to spit on my story, are you right or wrong?”

After a long silence, the audience spurned, "You despicable Bai Xiaosheng, you're just playing tricks on us. You can tell a bad story."

Bai Xiaosheng blinked slyly, "Isn't such a story powerful?"

Strong is strong, Mu Anran turned into a scholar begging, took advantage of the chaos to kill his old lover, and then was killed by rebels by mistake.

Immediately afterwards, she became a young lady again, always able to read her beautiful stories, and then woke up from a dream that the carriage stopped, and she wanted to give alms to beggars.

All the pampering ended when the rebels rushed in. Amidst the wailing, the lady did not recognize the hero of her dream, and died of hatred.

Bai Xiao violently sat up from the bed.

The innkeeper urged, "Hurry up and write a new story! The guests must listen to the story! It's the worst kind of street! You can write it so simple! It won't be too tiring!"

The innkeeper seemed to have a pun, and Bai Xiaosheng put on his clothes and spread out the white paper.

The white paper was spotless, she stared at it for a while, and then began to write.

"Once upon a time, there was a person named Xiaofang. Xiaofang didn't like other people's kindness. She was the only one in her world. If she wanted others to go to the left, she would go to the left. If she wanted others to go to the right, she would go to the right. Those who disobey it are tied up and whipped repeatedly until it no longer disobeys it, never remembers who it is, and will always be headed by Xiaofang, living as another Xiaofang.”

Suddenly, the inn was strangely quiet, and countless audience members stared straight at Bai Xiaosheng on the stage, all of them had the same expression on their faces, even the opening and closing of their mouths were the same.

"Is your name Xiaofang, sir?"

"Sir, have you become Xiaofang?"

"Sir, since it makes others unhappy, how about changing it a little?"

"Sir, have you said so many times that it doesn't hurt?"

"Sir?" The audience asked her directly, "Are you Xiaofang right?"

The storyteller on the stage was in a trance for a while, then suddenly smiled, and bent over laughing, tears came out of laughter, and then he wiped away the tears and said, "I said, if you are called Xiaofang, are you really called Xiaofang? But this The name really catches the eye."

The space vibrated, and cracks appeared on the faces of the audience.

The storyteller's face was no longer in a trance, and he suddenly put away his smile, and said solemnly, "Of course my name is not Xiaofang, but my name is Mu Angran, full of vitality, definitely not a mediocre Mu Angran."

"Mr. Heart Demon, see you next time."

At this point, the inner demon was completely shattered.