After shopkeeper Liu bought the groceries, he took the innkeeper's tricycle back to Yue'an Inn, his genius shining slightly.
At this time, the guests of Yue'an Inn started to get up and start eating breakfast, and the whole inn slowly became lively.
Shopkeeper Liu took back the roll of white cloth given to him by Shopkeeper Zhao. He just signed it. It felt quite fresh and it was not a big deal. Although Rong Shengxiang's boss started as a butcher, he was quite generous. , this time, if Qian Dadong’s family is lucky enough to become a country boy in Tianxuan City, it is actually not a bad thing, and he may be able to benefit from it in the future.
Shopkeeper Zhao said that all the butchers and many restaurant owners in Xuantian City support Qian Dadong’s family. In the villages and towns outside the city, Qian Dadong’s family has also collected a lot of signatures of support. I heard that Qian Dadong’s family The number of signatures and support has already exceeded 6,000.
This selection of villagers by the Zhulong leader has only begun a few days ago, and it has become more and more interesting. There are many famous and wealthy people with deep roots in the city and outside the city, and there are also many people who are powerful. Many important figures in the industry have taken action.
Xuantian City is like this, and it must be similar in other cities.
Shopkeeper Liu remembered what Shopkeeper Zhao said. After bringing the white cloth, he took some time to ask the waiters in the inn and his wife to sign on it. Those who couldn't sign simply pressed their fingerprints and even came to the kitchen. The two cooks who were helping me didn't let him go, so they put away the white cloth and started taking care of things in the inn.
Just hand the signed white cloth to Shopkeeper Zhao tomorrow.
As soon as nine o'clock in the morning, almost all the guests in the inn got up, and the inn also sold various breakfasts and meals. Steamed buns, noodles. Peanuts, gruel. There are rice cakes, hot and cold, and mixed braised rice cakes. Many people come to the inn to have breakfast, drink morning tea, and listen to the gentleman's stories.
At half past nine, the dining room in the inn was already full. Many people came from outside regularly to listen to books, and many elderly people came here. Still holding his grandson.
As soon as the thin storyteller, who was wearing a green robe, appeared on the performance stage in the dining room where there was only one table, he lifted his robe and sat down. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. The whole dining room of the inn was filled with noisy people. The child became quiet, and even several children suddenly became quiet, opening their big dark eyes and looking at the storyteller.
With a swish sound, as he put down the tea cup, the storyteller instantly opened a plum blossom folding fan in his hand. After shaking his fan, in the entire dining room, even the waiters serving tea to the guests slowed down their footsteps and pricked up their ears.
The storyteller was talking about "The Legend of the Black Iron Hero" at the Yue'an Inn. This book became very popular in Taixia when it came out three years ago, as a storyteller. These days, if you can't talk about "The Legend of the Black Iron Hero". When I go out, I feel embarrassed to tell others that I am a storyteller.
"Last time we talked about Zhang Tie's bloody battle in the Sernes war zone, and was framed by the spies deployed by the demons in the human coalition. The eagle of Cernes had its wings broken, narrowly escaped death, and in the end the entire Cernes The battle zone collapsed, and Zhang Tie was unable to support himself alone. He could not fight with the demon army forward while retreating, and retreated to the south. Tens of millions of demonized puppet legions, black and heavy like a rolling tide, directly destroyed the city and the country, killing everyone who blocked them. , Gods block the gods, like tens of millions of immortal beasts, each with blood-red eyes, devouring everything, leaving no grass growing in its path, sweeping across the entire northern part of the Hawaiian subcontinent, and heading directly towards the Norman Empire..." The storyteller said, As soon as the folding fan in his hand was unfolded flatly, it started to vibrate, matching his tone, expression and movements. In just the blink of an eye, everyone entered the state. From this moment on, in the dining room of the entire inn, there were only The storyteller's voice sounded, and everyone in the dining room who had heard of the book fell into the ups and downs of the story told by the storyteller one by one...
After two hours, many people who listened to the book did not even feel that it was two hours...
The storyteller was shocked, and everyone in the dining room jumped...
"I just heard a rumble in the sky, like a million muffled thunders. The whole earth trembled like chaff, and the sand and stones rolled. The tens of millions of demonized puppet legions who joined forces under the city of Niin in the Norman Empire were at a loss. , thinking that an earthquake was coming. At that time, Zhang Tie was fighting a bloody battle with the masters of the Three Eyes Society at the head of Niyin City. With one against three, he was about to fall into a crisis. Suddenly, at this time, the entire city wall of Niyin shook and was crumbling. Several The masters who were fighting were all horrified. Zhang Tie, who was covered in blood, seized the opportunity, jumped away from the surroundings with a whoosh, and jumped from the top of the city to the top of the city gate more than 20 meters high, towards the top of the city gate. Looking from a distance..."
At this point, the storyteller had already stood up, put up an awning with his hands, and looked into the distance.
"Zhang Tie looked into the distance and was shocked. Oops, there was a white line in the distance, like a rolling sea of clouds, a hundred meters high, rushing directly from a distance with unstoppable momentum. This is the power of heaven and earth. Dear guests, guess what that white line is..."
"Speaking of this, do you still remember that there was a marshal in the Norman Empire named Lin Changjiang, who was also a member of our Taixia Chinese clan. Speaking of this Lin Changjiang, that's amazing. His true identity was from our Taixia machine door. , a high disciple of the Tianji Sect, who came to the Hawaiian subcontinent decades ago under the orders of his sect to prepare for the fight against the demons. After arriving in the Norman Empire, Lin Changjiang presided over the construction of the largest water conservancy project in the northern part of the Norman Empire. project to build an imperial dam. The imperial dam was 600 miles away from Niyin City. That white line was the one ordered by Marshal Lin Changjiang to blow up the imperial dam in the north of the Norman Empire. The entire Norman Empire was How big is the flood that pours down from the dam? 80 billion cubic meters. Do you know how big the 80 billion cubic meters of flood are? It is overwhelming. If 80 billion cubic meters of water rushes into our Miyun County, the entire Miyun County will be destroyed. For a vast country..."
"This Niyin City is exactly the massacre arranged by Marshal Lin Changjiang to bury the demon clan's tens of thousands of demonized puppet legions. The Tianjimen cleverly performed the secrets and calculations of the gods. As early as decades ago, even in this Niyin City, In the midst of the Holy War, Xia was about to fall under the iron heel of tens of thousands of demonic legions. Marshal Lin Changjiang built a dam upstream of Niyin City to cut off water in preparation for today's killing spree... "
Hearing this, the audience in the dining room, who had already been in the theater, burst into exclamations.
"Marshal Lin Changjiang didn't know at the time that Zhang Tie was fighting the demons in Niyin City, and Zhang Tie didn't know that Marshal Lin Changjiang actually arranged such a killing situation. When he heard the noise in the distance, several people who were fighting with Zhang Tie The masters of the Demon Tribe's Three-Eyed Society also jumped into the air and looked into the distance. When they saw the scene in the distance, each one of them couldn't help but tremble with fear, and their whole souls were scared away. They lost two souls and six souls. Without saying a word, they all used up their strength to leave Zhang Tie and fled away. They only regretted that their parents had given them two legs. That one The white line was like ten thousand horses galloping, attacking in the blink of an eye, destroying the mountains and collapsing into the sea. In the blink of an eye, it rushed through Niyin City and wiped out everything in Niyin City instantly. Its power was even more powerful than the most powerful knight. A hundred times more powerful and unstoppable..."
"Thousands of demonic legions were defeated in the blink of an eye, and they fled one by one. They just wanted to survive the flood and the power of heaven and earth. If it were anyone else, they would have been in danger under this situation, and Zhang When Tie saw the huge waves over 100 meters high approaching, he burst out laughing and shouted, "God is helping me!"
"After saying this, Zhang Tie once again used Qinggong to jump up from the top of Niyin City, stepped on the turbulent waves, and performed the Yaksha Treading Wave that he had performed when the hero of Qianlong Island rescued the beauty. His supreme water-bending skill is like stepping on steps one by one, like a yaksha patrolling the sea, or like a dragon in the water, stepping on the waves and looking down at the millions of demonic legions scurrying beneath him, completely defeated!"
"No matter how many demon legions there are in the water, they are just like mud. How can they be Zhang Tie's opponent? Zhang Tie walks freely in the water, running around casually. With a wave of his long sword, the demon legions are struggling in the water. The rolling heads of people flew up. Zhang Tie stepped on the huge waves, holding a long sword, just like in Nezha's mind. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the masters of the three demons and the Three-Eyed Society who had just surrounded him, but Two swords struck down, and two heads flew up..."
"After Zhang Tie killed the two demon masters, when he tried to find the third person, he had disappeared. Zhang Tie didn't pay attention at the time, and just continued to kill the demons who were following the wave. It was so exciting that Zhang Tie didn’t expect at the time that the escaped master of the Three-Eyed Demon Clan would actually make a huge contribution to him in the days to come... "
"At that time, there are poems to prove it, as the saying goes - rolling waves soaked in blue blood, young men like dragons showing off their heroes, heaven's secrets breaking through thousands of demons, Yaksha walking on the city of Niyin..." After finishing a poem, the storyteller said "pa" again "I know what will happen in the Legend of Black Iron Heroes, please listen to the next chapter for the breakdown!"
As soon as the sound of the solution fell, the entire dining room of the inn was filled with regrets and complaints.
"Ah, I just climaxed and then stopped..."
"Keep talking, keep talking..."
Someone in the audience started to cheer, and the storyteller folded his hands and made a bow, "Dear guests, my mouth is dry, my belly is empty, and I can't breathe. It's really difficult for me to continue. If you like to listen, you can continue tomorrow. That’s all. At the end, the little old man will make another advertisement for Boss Feng. At eight o’clock tonight, in Lifangyuan, Boss Feng will order the eight major courtesans in Xuantian City to perform a song "The Peony Pavilion" in Lifangyuan. , Lifangyuan does not accept theater tickets tonight, everyone just needs to support Boss Feng to fight for this country guy in Xuantian City!"
Having said this, the storyteller walked down the stage, said hello to Shopkeeper Liu, and left...
In the dining room, no one noticed that a big man with a body like an iron tower and a bamboo hat was sitting in the corner of the dining room on the second floor. He was watching the storyteller leave with some dumbfounded eyes as tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past...
Damn it, when did I kill demons in Niyin City