Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 150 Storytellers

In ancient times, the four poles were destroyed, the nine states were divided, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not divided.

The fire is blazing but never goes out, the water is endless and the ocean is vast, wild beasts eat the people, and birds of prey prey on the old and the weak.

Jiuzhou is extremely poor, the people are in dire straits, and corpses litter the fields.

In order to draw a clear line between the human world, the world of immortals, and other worlds of immortals, demons, and demons, to prevent mortals from suffering heresy, and to extend the fragrance of the world.

The Nine Heavens, the top of the gods, attempts to separatize the land in all directions.

The world of gods is up there to control the world, the world of demons is hidden below, the demons gather in the southwest, and the world of immortals gathers in the north and east to escape the world.

Mortals live in the Central Plains to seek their own government.

However, the five realms were out of balance, and the demons had been keeping a low profile for thousands of years. Then they attacked in groups. The gods in the divine realm fell, and the demons suffered for a long time.

"Shoot!" The sandalwood board was knocked, and the four people were completely silent.

"So, the world of the gods was overpowered, and the demons were rampant in the world..." The storyteller shook his head helplessly. His face, which was a little too young and handsome, with a dark mustache on both sides of his upper lip, looked extremely weird.

No one in the audience felt anything was wrong and listened attentively.

On the seventh day, Song Heqing arrived in Jingzhou.

The first county in Jingzhou, Xishui County is more famous.

Song Heqing also heard about it in the banquet capital.

After a rest last night, he came to the restaurant in Xishui County for the first time today and was attracted by the clear voice upstairs. The story told by the storyteller upstairs happened to be a topic that he was more interested in.

It is also somewhat similar to the current situation in the human world.

But the image of that man was different from the old storytellers he had seen. He was very young, but he wore a fake beard to fool people.

Song Heqing casually glanced at the audience, found a seat far away, and sat there quietly, listening to the storyteller upstairs continue to speak.

"Recently, everything in the world is not peaceful. If you want to save your life, you must not run around at night. If you see strange things, you must also pay too much attention. Curiosity will kill the cat."

"In Xishui County, people have been missing frequently in the past few days, but the government can't find any news at all..."

The people in the audience were whispering, and their expressions were a little frightened.

Others refuted, "According to your statement, the gods in the sky have no time to care about us, and we will soon be ruled by demons?"

The storyteller waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, no, the gods in heaven have no time to care about us, but don't forget that there are immortal cultivators guarding us in the world."

The audience burst into laughter.

The storyteller on the stage was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect that this sentence would cause so many people to laugh.

"This storyteller is getting more and more outrageous..."

Song Heqing was sitting in the audience. The woman next to him wanted to say something to him. Halfway through his words, she looked at his condensed face and unapproachable aura. She immediately swallowed the rest of the words and turned around to talk to him again. The woman on the side started chatting.

Song Heqing ignored the behavior of the people around him and kept staring at the actions on the stage.

The storyteller looked at the words written on his desk at a loss, with doubts in his eyes. He had not written anything wrong. Why were they laughing?
When he couldn't bear it any longer, the storyteller raised the sandalwood board and slapped the desk hard. A loud and dull sound came out, and the sound downstairs lowered slightly.

"What's going on? I don't know what's so funny about this sentence? Can any lady tell me?"

Sitting next to Song Heqing, a woman in her early twenties stood up and said with a smile: "There are no immortal cultivators in this world. The stories you make up must be consistent with reality."

People in the audience echoed: "Where are the immortal cultivators? The things in the script are just for fun."

The person upstairs stood up, suppressed his blush, and pointed at the person downstairs, "Everything I said is true..."

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, let's go back and eat." Someone said with a smile.

"Stop talking about books, brother storyteller, hurry back and take care of the children, your wife will get angry if it's too late."

"Hahahaha...immortal cultivator..."

Soon, everyone in the audience dispersed.

There were only a few diners left in the restaurant, in small groups, whispering.

The storyteller cursed in a low voice, "You just went home to take care of your children. I'm not married yet, so where can I have children?"

The storyteller packed up his things neatly and was about to leave, when the owner of the restaurant walked onto the stage.

The storyteller took out a handful of money from his purse and handed it to the shopkeeper. He smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Shopkeeper, this is today's stall money."

The neat-looking middle-aged woman with bunted hair did not accept the money and said in a bad tone: "Jian Bai, if you are talking about these nonsense, I won't charge you any money, and you should stop talking nonsense."

Jian Bai's eyes widened with a hurt look on his face: "Shopkeeper, you don't believe me either?"

The shopkeeper grabbed the money from his hand, put it into his arms, and said angrily: "Who will believe you! I didn't intend to care about you at first, but you mentioned it to the government. My small restaurant can't stand the torment of the government. .”

Jian Bai's face dropped, and she said bitterly: "Then I won't talk about the government anymore. Don't drive me away."

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him, "Remember what you said, don't forget it again."

Jian Bai packed up her things, carried them on her back, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't forget it."

He jumped down from the building with joy, his loose lavender clothes falling down gracefully.

Suddenly I saw someone sitting under the stage, and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you here to listen to a book? Today is over. If you want to hear it, you will still be here in three days."

Song Heqing stood up and walked to Xiang Jianbai and said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for you."

Jian Bai was stunned and looked at the handsome young man in front of him who was half a head taller than him in confusion.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he looked horrified and took a few steps back.

After looking carefully, I found that this young man's appearance was really unfamiliar. He didn't look like a disciple in the sect who wanted to catch him, nor did he look like a fierce colleague who wanted to beat him.

However, after looking at it twice, I felt it looked familiar.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Song Heqing shook his head, "I was just passing by here and happened to hear you telling a book, and I was very interested in what you said."

Jian Bai scratched her head, "Are you really interested in the book I'm talking about?"

To be honest, I don't believe it.

"Did you write the book you mentioned? Or did you read it elsewhere?" Song Heqing asked.

Jian Bai stared at Song Heqing twice. The honesty and flattery he had just shown disappeared in an instant. There was scrutiny in his eyes, "What do you want to ask?"

"You are a cultivator of immortality." Song Heqing said firmly.

Jian Bai chuckled, "It seems that I met a child who really knows something, but I can't comment."

Jian Bai walked around Song Heqing, walked to the door and turned around in surprise, "You won't ask again?"

Song Heqing shook his head, "Since you don't want to say it, it's useless for me to ask."

"Hahahaha, you kid is quite interesting. Let me give you a piece of advice. You should have just come here. Leave quickly. It's very dangerous here." Jian Bai hung his small box with things on his shoulders and said coolly. leave.

When Song Heqing walked outside the door, the man had disappeared into the street.

For a moment, he felt that this person's breath was familiar, as if he had met him somewhere.

(End of this chapter)