Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

"But if you want to fight me, senior sister, I won't give in."

Shen He said this, looked at the small card in his hand, and shook it to Gan Yu, "I have, you don't have C, just say it, Shen He turned into an ice crystal and disappeared in front of Gan Yu, I don't know where he went.

Lang Yang was the only one left on Aozang Mountain. She took out a pure heart from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Mr. Lin...?

At the foot of Aozang Mountain, Lin Zhibei looked at the sky.

"Well, after a while, it's almost time for storytelling."

he thought to himself.

However, Yingmei next to her was thinking of something else, she said directly to Lin Zhibei:

"Who is that white-haired witch? Is she familiar with you?"

Yingmei's face was full of anger, and she looked jealous.

Little Paimon's eyes were unprecedentedly intelligent, as if he could see through everything.

"Hmph, I don't know where Brother Bei owed the romantic debt again."

But Lin Zhibei is so cunning, "I told you, I am very popular in Liyue."

"So it's normal for one or two girls to fall in love with me?"

Yingmei hummed and stopped talking.

Lin Zhibei, on the other hand, seemed to be chasing after the victory: "It's Ying you, why did you seem to be fighting with her just now?"

"I don't seem to remember that you have such feelings for me..."

Lin Zhibei still had a smirk on his face as he spoke, trying to pick Yingmei's chin with his fingers.

Yingmei slapped Luo Linzhibei's scumbag hand, "Don't get me wrong, it's just my competitive spirit."

"This is the best way to save me from being charged as a scumbag."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Go? Where are you going?"

Lin Zhibei pointed in the direction of Liyue Ninglin Grand Theater, "Of course it's Ninglin Grand Theater."

"You didn't miss the little card I gave you, did you?"

"Isn't it written on it?"

When Yingmei and Paimeng looked away from the small card and came back to their senses, Lin Zhibei had disappeared.

"Huh? Where's the Beige people?"

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhibei sneaked away.

After all, if he continued to dawdle, he would be late.

As for Yingmei and Paimeng, let them go back to Liyue by themselves.

In the Ninglin Grand Theatre, Lin Zhibei hurried to the backstage with a look on his face.

As soon as he entered the backstage, he saw Ning Guang looking at him with resentment on his face. He was wearing a black dress, and his flesh was hidden.

"Where are you going? Don't you usually come early?"

There was an unspeakable resentment in Ning Guang's tone, as if he was blaming Lin Zhibei for coming too late and missing something good.

"Uh... isn't this a bit urgent?" Lin Zhibei laughed.

The staff next to him hurried up to change Lin Zhibei's coat and wipe his sweat.

At the same time, the front desk came to urge the scene.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Yun Jin is going to play soon, you are ready to play."

"Okay." Lin Zhibei agreed.

Then he walked in front of Ning Guang, stamped on her somewhat resentful little face, "I'll make it up to you next time."

"Hmph." Ning Guang snorted softly, "I have to make it up twice."

"Okay, okay." Lin Zhibei agreed, while trotting towards the front desk.

"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin!"

Facing the howling sound like mountains and seas from the stage, Lin Zhibei floated up to the stage.

This episode can be said to be the one that has attracted the most attention from Liyue people since the establishment of the Ninglin Grand Theater.

After all, Li Lao Jian Shen, who can be said to be one of the most beloved supporting roles besides the protagonist Persimmon, Li Lao Jian Shen's return to the land gods, naturally also tugged at the heartstrings of countless book fans.

?A request for flowers 0.....

Everyone wants to see, this land god Li Lao Jianshen, and the so-called "sword coming" left in the last book

, What kind of scene is it?

With such anticipation, Ning Lin actually ushered in a true full house for the first time.

An ordinary ticket on the first floor was sold at a sky-high price of [-] moras in the hands of scalpers.

You know, a ticket was only sold for [-] moras.

Whenever this happened, Hall Master Hu felt very fortunate.

Hu Tao, who was sitting under the stage, covered Wei An, who was savagely swelled by the pink potion, with his hands, and said undulatingly:

"Fortunately, Mr. Lin gave us a gold card, otherwise I wouldn't have the confidence to ask Zhongli to listen to you every time."

"Hehehe, one hundred thousand moras is actually not very expensive." Zhongli said with a slight smile.

0 ...

"Hmph, of course, for you, it's just a matter of 'send the bill to the Hall of Death'."

"You are happy, you don't care how much my heart hurts."

Not only Hu Tao Zhongli, Shen He also appeared on the scene on time.

"Is this...the theater?" Shen He murmured, but his eyes were full of Lin Zhibei's figure On the stage, Lin Zhibei bowed and sat down gracefully.

"Everyone, do you know what we are going to say in this book?"

"The land fairy!"

"Sword come!"

"Old Li Sword God!"

Hearing the audience's answers, Lin Zhibei was very satisfied, which meant that the buttons left were useful.

Looking at the crowded theater, he felt even more at ease.

Speaking of this match, at least 4000 popularity points.

Open the book!

"Snapped!"

Lin Zhibei patted Xingmu in his hand.

【Flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers. 】

[I would like to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. 】

[We mentioned in the previous book that on the cloudy and snowy day, the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family wanted to kill the ancestor Xuanyuan,

【And that persimmon, also moved by the middle-aged scholar's desperate move, went to hold an umbrella for his daughter. 】

【The old sword god looked at the persimmon holding the umbrella for the weeping woman, and his mind was full of thoughts. 】

[Enlightenment is often at such a time. 】

[The last thing you cultivate in martial arts is actually to cultivate your mind. 】

Forcibly entered the land fairyland

[Old Sword God, the state of mind is complete. 】

[Just hear him shout: "Sword!"] Nine.

Chapter 130 Three Swords Come! (seeking subscription)

[On the cloudy and snowy ground, the wind and the wind were turbulent, the middle-aged scholar and the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family were all swallowed up by the purple thunder. 】

[Only the middle-aged scholar's daughter is left alone here. 】

["Father……"]

【Just a moment of sluggishness, and then the beautiful woman began to cry heart-piercingly, accompanied by vomiting from time to time. 】

[Blame my former self, blame my mother, why I misunderstood my father's actions so much. 】

【She didn't expect that her father, who looked so useless, was planning such a big game of chess. 】

[The crying is accompanied by vomiting, making her look like she is vomiting her own soul. 】

【Vomit out the soul that made me feel ashamed. 】

Hearing this, the people in the audience instantly entered the play, and all of them burst into tears.

Even Hu Tao, who has always been indifferent to life and death, murmured:

"This scholar is really kind and righteous."

"Zero Thirty-seven" Zhong Li also nodded frequently, as if remembering something: "Going to die generously is so similar to her..." I don't know who the Yan Wang Dijun, who has lived for thousands of years, recalled.

As for Xingqiu who loves books, he was deeply moved by the story told by Lin Zhibei:

"It's such a metaphor of 'vomiting up the soul'. Only Mr. Lin, a wonderful person, can come up with such a metaphor."

Regardless of the audience, Lin Zhibei continued:

【Looking at the desolate beauty curled up in the wind and rain, Persimmon sighed softly:】

【"Why.】

【"It's not for this woman, just think I'm doing it for that respectable Confucian saint."】

【Finally, Shizi walked towards the desolate beauty with the umbrella in hand, and tilted the umbrella towards the weeping woman, letting half of her body get wet. 】

People in the audience were also moved by Persimmon's love and righteousness.

"The persimmon is still the same persimmon, it's all romantic debt."

"This little girl is probably going to fall in love with persimmon again."

Hearing this, Shen He felt the red rope tied around his body throbbing, and his body felt slightly hot, "This is me, what's wrong?"

Obviously, the throbbing for Mr. Lin has been suppressed, why is it hot again now?

How did Shen He know that it was because of love, he was moved by this story, that's why he was like this.

After a long time, it calmed down again.

I could only hear stories from Lin Zhibei's mouth:

[The one-armed old man behind him looked at this scene, and was a little crazy. 】

[How similar!How similar! 】

[On the chopping platform, the situation is the same. 】

[The one-armed old man just thinks of the green robe woman's frown and smile, but his heart aches. 】

[I saw him walking to the edge of the cliff on the cloudy and snowy ground, and said loudly:]

【"Sword coming!"】

"Finally it's about the sword again!"

"I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know why Li Jianshen shouted for the sword."

"Stop talking, can't you just listen to Mr. Lin quietly?"

[The one-armed old man shouted loudly, resounding through the cloudy sky and snowy ground. 】