It would be great if there was someone with enough cultivation and trust by my side at this time, so that I could cooperate with him and make up for the shortcomings caused by the injury...
But it has been a long time since I left Jiange. I have always had a cold personality, and there are very few people around me who can barely be called friends. How can I find anyone worthy of trust in this Jianyang City
Ling Shuangxue shook her head, collected her thoughts, took light steps, and stepped into a teahouse.
Pinjian Teahouse, according to the people in Jianyang City, although the storytellers here change frequently, most of them are of a certain standard, and the environment is comfortable, it is a great place to listen to stories and drink tea.
However, Ling Shuangxue seemed inexplicably uninterested.
After being injured yesterday, she also heard some stories circulating in some towns...
To be honest, it's pretty average.
There has been almost no improvement compared to when I was still traveling around the world.
(Perhaps only the story of Yuli delivering the message during those few days is special...)
Yes, if there really was such a story circulating in the martial arts world, it would have spread throughout Jiange long ago.
Just as she was thinking this, Ling Shuangxue's body suddenly stopped.
Quiet, too quiet.
In the entire teahouse, there was only a young man's voice echoing softly.
Ling Shuangxue was about to investigate, but suddenly she felt someone was watching her, and she looked in that direction in an instant.
(… is it him?)
In my eyes, a young man was standing in front of a square piece of mahogany, waving a folding fan with a calm expression, and telling a story neither slowly nor slowly, but just right.
(From what he just observed, he has noticed my cultivation level? Does that mean he is at the Nascent Soul stage... No, he is only at the Golden Core stage?)
Ling Shuangxue's eyes flickered.
She did try to conceal her aura a little, but because she was injured and her realm was not completely consolidated, people with sufficient strength could also see her approximate realm.
However, I didn't expect that a storyteller in a teahouse would have such skills and even have an extremely advanced method of hiding his aura.
If the other party had not exposed his peeping just now, even if he had sensed it carefully, he would not have been able to detect the specific cultivation level of this young man.
(It’s as if there is no golden elixir in the dantian… How did he do that…)
Ling Shuangxue was thinking as if nothing had happened and found an empty seat to sit down.
In the quiet environment, the boy's storyteller's voice also entered her ears.
One sentence, two sentences...
… …
Wow!
The sound of a folding fan being folded suddenly rang out.
“… This section of the story ends here.”
"I have been talking for half an hour. I need to take a short break. I will continue the next section for you after I have a few sips of tea."
The boy had a slight smile on his face.
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the teahouse seemed to have just woken up from a dream.
"This... There are actually such stories in this world! I have been listening to books in Jianyang City for more than ten years, and I have never heard of such... Such..."
"How wonderful! How wonderful! I can listen to this wonderful article in my lifetime. I will die without regrets... I will die without regrets!"
"What about the sequel? I want to hear the sequel! If I can't hear the sequel, it feels like hundreds of sword poisons are crawling in my heart!"
"Sir, you want some tea? Quick! Bring him the best tea upstairs... How many pots? You bastard! Bring out ten buckets first!"
The quiet teahouse turned into chaos in an instant.
Among them, Ling Shuangxue, who was sitting alone at the table, had a dazed look on her face.
She was so absorbed in listening that she didn't even realize it!
The story told by the young man actually gave him a feeling that was comparable to the story that his own disciple had told him with the dagger!
Even while listening to this story, my mind became calmer and my state of mind showed signs of improving once again... And not only that, my aura also became more perfectly concealed without knowing when...
At this moment, even an ordinary Nascent Soul cannot see through her aura!
Looking at the young storyteller again, a strange light appeared in Ling Shuangxue's eyes.
She took some interest in it.
But in the next moment, her gaze on the handsome young man suddenly paused and stopped at his waist.
There was a wooden, broad-bladed short sword there, giving her a heart-pounding sense of 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 entrance of the teahouse.
"We have reserved this place for today, so leave immediately if you know what's best for you!"
Chapter 229: Sword Ghost? (Part 3)
Everyone in the teahouse, who were full of excitement just now, was stunned.
In front of the red wood, Luo Wusheng, who was holding a folding fan, frowned slightly and moved his gaze towards the entrance of the teahouse.
But then several people carrying heavy swords walked into the teahouse.
The leader was a stern-faced, eight-foot-tall, muscular man. The man who had just spoken was beside him, with a sturdy build, a chin like a swallow, and a beard like a tiger. He looked like a rough man.
But when this ruffian appeared, his aura was soaring.
"Gold, Golden Elixir Great Perfection?!"
Someone among the tea drinkers around exclaimed.
After hearing the exclamation, the ruffian raised his head even higher.
"It's good that you can see it. Why don't you just leave as I just said?"
Luo Wusheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just now, he had just calculated the value of appearing before people that he had gained from lecturing for half an hour.
It’s not a lot. After all, the number of guests in the teahouse is limited, and this method of harvesting is not efficient enough... But there has been some growth.
If I can maintain a similar level, I can just talk for a few hours every day, and by the time Xiao Yuli comes back from visiting her relatives, I will be able to accumulate a good level.
I didn't expect something unexpected to happen so soon...
His eyes ignored the rude man who spoke first, but fell on the sturdy man in the lead.
(Another Nascent Soul…)
Why do I feel that the frequency of Yuanying appearing in Jianyang City is a bit high? I have only been in this teahouse for more than half an hour, and I have already seen two Yuanying.
Including this fake one myself, I can barely have three Nascent Souls.
This is comparable to the frequency of Yuanying's appearance in the royal city at ordinary times.
Thinking back to when I was in the royal city, except for the night when I was exterminating the monster, all the Nascent Souls I saw were from the Six Gates... well, including the Empress.
… Did something happen in Jianyang City? Otherwise, there shouldn't be a group of Yuanying appearing in this small teahouse, right
Luo Wusheng touched his chin, thinking something in his mind.
In fact, he didn't mind leaving. At most, he would just be in a bad mood. There was no need to argue with this group of people.
The method of storytelling to collect divine points in front of people can be used everywhere in Jianyang City, but perhaps the better conditions are not available in Pinjian Teahouse.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the sturdy man leading the group shook his head slightly and took a step forward.
"We need to discuss some important matters here today, and we don't want to be disturbed... We will also compensate you for your losses, and we hope you will leave on your own."
His voice was full of energy.
It looks like this guy can still have a normal conversation, but I wonder how strong he is in a fight...
Luo Wusheng looked at the sturdy man, but suddenly his heart moved, and he quietly moved his gaze in a direction he had been secretly paying attention to.
Sure enough, the veiled woman was looking at him quietly.
(Why is she looking at me? Is she mesmerized by my peerless beauty? Or is she attracted by my unconcealable talent?)
Oh, what a sin.
But I feel that the girl is also a beauty... Although she is wearing a veil, her figure, eyebrows, the little skin exposed, and her extraordinary temperament are all perfect.
After appreciating the appearance of a group of beautiful women including Xiao Yuli, Bai Xiaoyao, the Empress and the Little Fox, Luo Wusheng felt that his vision was now more discerning than before.
Luo Wusheng was still sighing in his heart, but suddenly he heard a faint voice coming from among the tea drinkers.
"Leave? But I haven't finished listening to the sir's story yet..."
"Hmm? Sir?"
Although the sound was small, it could not escape the Jindan level's hearing.
The rude man had always felt that this group of tea drinkers were dilly-dallying, and when he heard these words, he immediately set his eyes on Luo Wusheng.
"…A storyteller? And a young man at that?"
The rough man sneered: "Oh, you are still attached to a story made up by a mere junior? I don't know how many times more magnificent my life experiences are than those made-up stories. Only you would admire those boring things!"
As he spoke, the ruffian took a step forward and stood in front of Luo Wusheng.
His strong figure formed a sharp contrast with Luo Wusheng's body shape.
"Tsk, I thought he was so capable, but he's just a kid who hasn't even formed a golden elixir yet... What kind of story can he tell?"
Facing the rude man showing disdain, Luo Wusheng secretly clicked his tongue.
Is this guy simply unhappy with the storytelling
(If I knock these people down right now, I should be able to increase my Sainthood points…?)
Luo Wusheng was weighing the strength of both sides.
With his current level, he is confident enough to win against an ordinary Nascent Soul without any special means even without using Wuxiang.
but…
He glanced again at the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the only one he cared about.
Ling Shuangxue also frowned slightly at this time.
The rough man's words just now made her feel a little unhappy, but she had no intention of taking action for the time being.
Her eyes reflected the image of the young storyteller who seemed to be oppressed by the ruffian's aura. Her sight lightly swept over the wooden sword on the other's waist, and then thought of the cultivation level of this young man that she had just sensed... Ling Shuangxue felt that she was actually beginning to look forward to what would happen next.
(Maybe he really is...)
… …
The scene was a bit stagnant.
After the sturdy man spoke just now, many people had already begun to think of retreating.
After all, since the other party has given them a way out, no one wants to provoke this group of people who seem difficult to provoke.
But the rough man's words just now made them feel indignant.
They had just finished listening to Luo Wusheng's story and were in a state of excitement because of the story, but now they heard someone talking to Luo Wusheng like this...
All the tea drinkers present wanted to speak out to refute, but they were afraid of implicating Luo Wusheng, the storyteller who "hasn't even formed the golden elixir".
At this moment, everyone's heart moved at the same time, and a strange look appeared on their faces.
"This... this feeling is..."
The spiritual energy in the teahouse began to fluctuate at this moment.
At the source of the turmoil, a young man opened his eyes, his face full of ecstasy.
“Ha, haha! I…I made a breakthrough! I made a breakthrough!”