The chaotic streets were full of people, and they seemed to be rushing out of the water into the sea.
This is a tea house in a prosperous area.
"Look! The old storyteller is here!" The tea guest swallowed the tea in his mouth, looked surprised, and said something glibly.
The tea guests watched her walk up to the storytelling table, but there was a bit of expectation in their discussions.
She slapped a desk board and said: "Quiet!"
As soon as she slapped the chopping board, the tea guests knew what she was going to say.
Sitting in a corner, a woman with elegant clothes and delicate eyebrows picked up the tea in her hand and drank it, showing some mockery on her watery red lips.
And this woman is none other than Poria.
The old storyteller sat behind the desk and spoke this time, instead of standing and speaking as before, and then left after finishing his words.
When everyone saw this, they only thought that he would tell this story in detail.
"Today, we are drinking tea and listening to stories. It's just that we won't talk about the red warblers and the green willows. This time, I will talk about the rivers and lakes." The storyteller's voice fell, and the bottom was like an explosion. Like ants.
"I'll go, is there any big event in the world?" asked the tea guest. "
"That shouldn't be the case. We have to listen carefully this time." The second tea guest said.
Many people also agreed with her words, causing everyone else to become quiet, except Poria in the corner, who was drinking tea carelessly.
"I heard that there have been two powerful forces in the world recently. One is Qianji Pavilion, which collects information from all over the world, and the other is the Nine Lives Sect, where killers gather." After the storyteller introduced the background of the story, he added It's a blast.
But Fu Ling's face suddenly turned cold at this moment, and she knew what she was going to say.
Even she herself became curious.
What's more, both Qianji Pavilion and Jiusheng Sect were mostly men, but they were not incompetent. This reminded her of Chu Qing.
"What are you thinking about? How could he do that? Maybe..." Huoling murmured, but in fact, she inexplicably asked Chu Qing to get closer.
The storyteller said a lot, but she ended it all.
The more she listened, the more she felt that it was very similar to Chu Feng's style, and the more doubts she had about it.
When I returned to Gong's house, I happened to see Chu Qing in the yard, playing the flute in a good mood.
Chu Qing was sitting in the pavilion under the courtyard playing the flute. When he saw it was Poria cocos, he put down the waiter in his hand and nodded to her.
Fu Ling had doubts in her heart, and when she saw him here, she wanted to ask him. "Two extremely powerful forces have emerged in the world, one is called Qianji Pavilion and the other is called Jiushengmen." Fuling said seductively, looking at Chu Qing's face.
But he seemed not to know, playing with the flute he had just played.
"Really? That's good." Chu Qing said.
"The master of Qianji Pavilion and the master of Jiusheng Sect, are you?" Fu Ling stared at his eyes, taking in his calm expression.
"Yes." Chu Qing's face hesitated for a moment, but he still accepted
admit.
Seeing that he accepted it confirmed the doubts in my heart, and then I felt even more distressed and had to do so many things.
If his identity was spread, I don't know how many women would be criticized.
"Let me help you, okay? This way you can feel more relaxed." When she spoke to him, her tone was undisguised pity.
After hearing this, Chu Qing frowned.
"No, I can do it alone." He put down his work and left alone, leaving Fu Ling sitting alone in Xiangzi.