I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

It would be great if someone with sufficient cultivation and trustworthiness is by his side at this time, and I can cooperate with them to make up for the gaps caused by the injury...

But I haven't left Jiange for a long time, and there are very few friends around me who can barely be called friends with my always cold personality. How can I find any trustworthy people in this Jianyang City?

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

Pinjian Tea House, according to people in Jianyang City, although the storytellers here are often changed, most of them are of a certain standard, and the environment is comfortable, it is a good place to listen to books and drink tea.

But Ling Shuangxue was inexplicably a little bit uninterested.

After being injured yesterday, she also heard some stories in some towns and lakes that are now circulating...

To be honest, it's very average.

There is almost no improvement from when I was still traveling in the rivers and lakes.

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

That's right, if there were such stories circulating in Jianghu, they should have spread throughout Jiange long ago.

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

Quiet, so quiet.

In the entire teahouse, only the voice of a young man echoed softly.

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

(……It's him?)

In my eyes, a young man was standing in front of a square mahogany, shaking his folding fan with his usual expression, speaking in a neither slow nor slow manner, but telling a story just right.

(Judging from his snooping just now, he has noticed my cultivation? That means he is a Nascent Soul... No, is it just Jindan Dzogchen?)

Ling Shuangxue's eyes flickered.

She has the aura of hiding herself a little bit, but because of her injuries and the fact that her realm has not been fully consolidated, people with enough strength can see her approximate realm.

However, he did not expect that a storyteller in a teahouse would have such a cultivation level, and even possessed an extremely clever method of concealing his breath.

If it wasn't for the other party's peeping and exposure, even if he sensed it carefully, he would not be able to detect the specific cultivation of this young man.

(It’s as if there is no golden elixir in the dantian... how to do it...)

Ling Shuangxue, who was thinking about it, also acted as if nothing had happened, and sat down in an unoccupied seat.

In the quiet environment, the voice of the boy's storytelling also entered her ears.

One sentence, two sentences...

…………

Whoa!

The sound of the folding fan being closed suddenly sounded.

"...This chapter of the story comes to an end."

"After talking for half an hour, I also need to take a short break. After drinking a few sips of tea, I will continue the next section for the guests."

There was a slight smile on the boy's face.

As soon as the words fell, the people in the teahouse seemed to wake up from a big dream.

"This... there are 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..."

"Quick! Quick! If someone can listen to this wonderful article in this life, he will die without regret... die without regret!"

"What about the follow-up? I want to listen to the follow-up! If I can't hear the follow-up, I seem to have hundreds of swords crawling in my heart!"

"Mister wants some tea? Hurry up! Bring the best tea in the upstairs... How many pots? You bastard! Bring out ten barrels first!"

The quiet teahouse turned into chaos in an instant.

Among them, Ling Shuangxue, who was sitting alone at the table, showed a dull expression on his face.

Unknowingly, she was fascinated by it!

The story told by that young man actually gave me a feeling comparable to the story told by my own disciple with the dagger!

Even in the process of listening to this story, my thoughts became more and more calm, and my state of mind cultivation showed signs of being raised again... And not only that, my aura did not know when it was hidden more perfectly...

At this time, even an ordinary Nascent Soul cannot see through her aura!

Looking at the storyteller again, Ling Shuangxue's eyes already had a gleam of splendor.

She became slightly interested in it.

But at the next moment, her eyes suddenly paused as she looked at this handsome young man, and stopped at his waist.

There was a wooden dagger there, which gave her a heart-pounding familiarity.

(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 door of the teahouse.

"Today, this place is reserved by us, so you should leave as soon as possible!"

Section 229#First Volume#Chapter [-] Sword Ghost? (three more)

Everyone in the teahouse, which was full of excitement just now, was taken aback.

In front of the mahogany, Luo Wusheng, who was holding a folding fan, frowned slightly, and moved his eyes towards the door of the teahouse.

But saw a few people with heavy swords stepping into the teahouse.

The leader is a strong man with a height of eight feet and a stern face.The person who spoke just now was beside him, with a strong body, a swallow jaw and a tiger beard, he looked like a reckless man at first glance.

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

"Golden, golden elixir is perfect?!"

Some of the tea guests around lost their voices.

Hearing this exclamation, the reckless man raised his head even more.

"It's good if 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 settled the value of the prestige in front of the people who talked about half an hour's book harvest.

Not too many, after all, the tea house has limited guests, and the harvesting efficiency of this method is not enough... But there has been some growth for the time being.

If he can maintain a similar level, he can talk for a few hours every day, and when Xiao Yuli comes back from visiting relatives, he can also accumulate to a good level.

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

His gaze didn't pay attention to the brash man who spoke first, but fell on the strong and strong man in the lead.

(Another Nascent Soul...)

Why do I feel that the Jianyang City Nascent Soul appears a bit high? I clearly only stayed in this teahouse for more than half an hour, and I have already seen the two Nascent Souls.

In addition to being a parallel importer of myself, there are barely three Nascent Souls.

This is comparable to the frequency of Nascent Soul's appearance in Wangcheng.

I think that when I was in Wangcheng, except for the night of suppressing demons, all the Nascent Souls I saw were from the six sects... Well, including the empress.

... Could it be that something happened to Jianyang City?Otherwise, no matter how you think about it, there shouldn't be a scene of a group of Nascent Souls appearing together in this small teahouse, right?

Luo Wusheng rubbed his chin, thinking for a while.

In fact, he didn't care about leaving, at most he was in a bad mood, so there was no need to argue with this group of people.

The method of showing the holy value before the storytelling harvester can be used anywhere in Jianyang City, but maybe there is no such good condition as the Pinjian Tea House.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the strong and strong man who was the leader among those few shook his head slightly, and took a step forward.

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

His voice was full of air.

It seems that this one can still have a normal conversation, but I don't know how strong it is in a fight...

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

Sure enough, the veiled woman was quietly watching her side.

(What is she looking at me for? Is she fascinated by my peerless face? Or is she attracted by my talent that cannot be concealed?)

Yeah, sin sin.

But I feel that the girl is also a beauty... Although she is wearing a veil, her figure, eyebrows, and exposed skin, plus her dusty temperament, are all superb configurations.

After appreciating the looks of Xiao Yuli, Bai Xiaoyao, the empress and the little fox, these beautiful women, Luo Wusheng felt that his vision was more advanced than before.

Luo Wusheng was still sighing in his heart, but suddenly heard a weak voice from among the tea guests.

"Leave? But you haven't finished listening to Mr.'s story..."

"Huh? Sir?"

Although the voice was small, it couldn't escape Jindan's hearing.

The brash man already felt that the group of tea drinkers were taking their time, but now that he heard these words, he immediately set his eyes on Luo Wusheng.

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

The reckless man sneered: "Heh, the stories made up by a mere junior make you miss it too? I don't know how many times I have experienced in this life than those stories made up by nonsense, so you only admire those boring things!"

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

He and Luo Wusheng formed a sharp contrast in body shape in a sturdy body.

"Tch, I thought he was very capable, but he was just a junior who didn't even have a golden core... What kind of decent story can this tell?"

Facing the reckless man who showed disdain, Luo Wusheng secretly clicked his tongue.

Is this guy just annoyed by reading storybooks?

(If this group of people is put down directly at this time, it should be able to increase the value of a lot of people...?)

Luo Wusheng weighed the strength of both sides.

With his current level, against the ordinary Nascent Soul who has no special means, even if he doesn't use Wuxiang, he is sure enough to win.

but……

He glanced again at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage who was the only one he cared about in the audience.

Ling Shuangxue also frowned slightly at this time.

The reckless man's words just now made her feel a little unhappy, but she didn't intend to make a move for the time being.

The appearance of the young storyteller who seemed to be oppressed by the arrogance of a reckless man was reflected in his eyes, his eyes lightly swept over the wooden sword at the other's waist, and then he thought of the young man's cultivation level that he had just perceived... Ling Shuangxue felt that he had started Looking forward to the next development.

(Maybe he really is...)

…………

The scene was a little stagnant.

Originally, after the strong man opened his mouth just now, many people were already thinking of retreating.

After all, since the other party has given a higher level, everyone doesn't want to provoke this group of people who don't seem to be easy to provoke.

But what the brazen man said just now made them feel uneasy.

They had just finished listening to Luo Wusheng's story, and they were in the period of excitement caused by that story, but at this moment they heard someone talking to Luo Wusheng like this...

All the tea guests present wanted to refute, but they were afraid that they would hurt Luo Wusheng, a storyteller who "hasn't even settled his golden core".

At this moment, everyone's heart moved at the same time, and strange colors appeared on their faces.

"This... this feels like..."

The spiritual power in the teahouse was turbulent at this moment.

At the root of the turmoil, a young man opened his eyes with ecstasy on his face.

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