"Why are these two old guys still fighting? Don't break that treasure!"
The person hiding on the wall is Yuan Xiaochun.
She is the last generation of the craftsman family.
The name of Jiangmen is rarely known in today's martial arts world, because twenty years ago, the entire Jiangmen family was executed because the weapons they made for the emperor were unusable.
On the night when Jiangmen was exterminated, one person escaped.
This man had no special skills, but he was loyal to the craftsmanship, so he adopted an orphan and raised him carefully for more than 20 years.
This orphan is Yuan Xiaochun.
Since the master is incompetent, Yuan Xiaochun is also incompetent.
But Yuan Xiaochun had good eyesight. She could tell at a glance that Wang Ran's Torrential Pear Blossom Needle was an extremely sophisticated weapon. If she could get it, she might be able to restore many lost techniques of the craftsmen.
Yuan Xiaochun was looking forward to it eagerly.
She waited for a stick of incense and finally the courtyard was quiet.
The elders of Jiange and the eunuchs in the palace fought out.
Yuan Xiaochun rubbed his hands excitedly.
She jumped down from the courtyard wall and tiptoed to the table. The way she took the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles was very simple—she put it in her arms and ran away.
Yuan Xiaochun ran out quickly, but was stopped after only a few steps.
The fight in the courtyard attracted many people. How could a little thief like her, with no skills, run away with a bulging bag in her arms
"Where are you going?"
A bearded man carrying a stick blocked Yuan Xiaochun's way.
Yuan Xiaochun turned around and was about to leave.
“This road is blocked.”
A masked man in a white robe stood behind Yuan Xiaochun.
"What are you going to do?"
"ah!"
"Let me go!"
"… "
Wang Ran, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head. What he had imagined should be a passionate martial arts scene now looked like a few COSPLAY weirdos fighting each other.
Boring, ignorant, uninteresting.
It made him feel less like on vacation.
He raised his foot and kicked up a stone.
call out!
The stone hit the white-robed man's hand accurately.
"ah!!!"
The man in white robe let out a scream, covered his hand and retreated several feet, looking in shock and fear towards the direction where the stone came from.
Wang Ran walked out slowly.
"roll!"
He said softly.
This world is too boring and too weak, so he might as well take action to change it.
"Who are you?!"
The man in white robe covered his hands and gritted his teeth.
“Meow!”
An orange shadow suddenly appeared from somewhere, leaping past the man in white robe, leaving behind a string of bright red blood beads.
The man in white robe fell down, holding his neck.
The orange cat landed gracefully without even a drop of blood on its paws.
Wang Ran continued forward without looking back.
He who robs money and kills people deserves death.
The orange cat turned his head and looked at the other person who stopped Yuan Xiaochun.
Its eyes glowed green.
The bearded man was so scared that he turned around and ran away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Meow~"
The orange cat called softly, then chased after Wang Ran with graceful steps.
Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.
She somehow chased after Wang Ran.
…
The next day, Xianrenzui reopened in another location in Jiange Market.
Wang Ran bought a new pub.
Since there was no advance publicity and even the plaque was not changed, the pub was almost empty.
Wang Ran spoke slowly: "A long time ago, there was a poor young man named Aladdin..."
Today we are going to tell you the story of "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".
But this story is no ordinary one.
There was only one guest in the tavern at this time. He was a handyman in Jiange and a poor man who couldn't even afford to pay.
He was very confused when he heard Wang Ran speak.
He looked around and made sure he was the only one in the tavern, and his doubts grew even stronger.
There is a way to make money by telling stories.
He is the only one in the tavern. How does this storyteller make money
The servant shrugged his shoulders, thinking that no matter what, he wouldn't pay a penny anyway, so he spent all the little money he had on alcohol.
"Aladdin is bewitched by a sorcerer named Maghreb into going to a booby-trapped cave to retrieve a magical lamp."
An invisible force spread along with Wang Ran's voice.
The servant's eyes became blank.
He kept drinking and soon finished the cup of wine in front of him, but he kept repeating the action of drinking.
After a while, the story was over.
The servant suddenly woke up.
He stared at the empty wine cup in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.
what happens
How do I feel...
The servant turned his head and looked around, and felt that the whole world had become clear. He could even see a mosquito a hundred meters away.
He was horrified.
Watching mosquitoes from 100 meters away
This is the insight that only a master can have!
There are not many masters in the entire martial arts world!
At this time, a voice sounded beside his ear: "Everyone can only listen to the storytelling for free once. If you want to listen again, you have to bring out something that I am interested in."
"Of course, if you have a wonderful story, you can also use it as the theme of my next storytelling. This way the effect of listening to the storytelling will be better."
After saying that, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guests.
"This guest, please go back."
The servant was surprised and suspicious: "It's you..."
He thought to himself, could it be that my improved insight has something to do with the storyteller
Wang Ran ignored him and flicked his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force pushed the servant out of the tavern door.
Bang!
The door of the pub closed automatically and a "No Guest" sign fell from above the door frame.
The janitor looked at the tavern in shock.
Only then did he become convinced that his change in insight was related to Wang Ran's storytelling.
A word emerged from his mind.
Opportunity!
What a great opportunity!
The servant's heartbeat accelerated rapidly.
If his insight really improved because of listening to storytelling, then just listening to storytelling once raised his insight to the level of a master. What would happen if he listened to it a few more times
Make your observation skills surpass that of a master
Observation ability is neither strength nor physique, and cannot bring him any substantial improvement, but observation ability is more important than both strength and physique.
Because his observation ability allows him to anticipate the enemy's advance and discover the weaknesses in the enemy's moves, he currently possesses a master-level insight. It can be said that as long as he is not too careless, he is invincible at the same level!
Ah! The genius is actually me!
This is just one instance of storytelling. Perhaps storytelling can also improve other aspects of one’s abilities
But each person can only listen to the storytelling for free once.
His chance was gone.
If he wanted to step into this tavern again, he would have to give the storyteller a satisfactory gift.
He is just a small servant, where can he find gifts
“I have to tell more people about this pub.”
The servant made a very difficult decision: "I will exchange the information for the treasure, so that I can come to the tavern again and listen to the storytelling of my seniors..."
The tavern is located in the market town and cannot be hidden.
He had to seize the opportunity to exchange information for resources before the news of this magical tavern spread.
But who can afford this news
The servant left in a hurry.
In the tavern, Wang Ran was still sitting at the table, but a girl in coarse linen clothes was pouring tea for him respectfully.
"Senior, your storytelling is amazing!"
Yuan Xiaochun whispered.
Wang Ran said nothing, just picked up the tea and took a sip.
good.
This skill of brewing tea is rare in this world.
There is a huge gap between gods and ordinary supernatural beings. Even if they just immerse themselves in the spiritual power of gods, the spiritual attributes of ordinary supernatural beings will increase accordingly.
This world is too small.
The elder of the Sword Pavilion who had fought fiercely in his yard last night—his single attribute was only about 100 to 200 attribute points, which could be achieved by soaking in his mental power once.
He did this because he was bored.
He came here to relax on vacation, but the world was empty and boring, so he decided to create his own happiness.
Not only that, he also took on the mission to save the world.
He could have completed the mission by simply crushing the evil god's convert, but he suddenly realized one thing, "poverty and weakness" - a world can only be affected by one at most, if it is affected by both, it will be doomed.
He was not going to help the world become rich overnight, because wealth required strength to maintain.
Without strength, no matter how much wealth you have, it will be consumed in a very short time.
So he decided to teach a man how to fish. He planned to train a few strong men who could take on important responsibilities for this world, at least to the level of the three major bowl security guards.
In this way, they can handle all doomsday events below the level of gods on their own.
The reason why he uses the method of tavern storytelling is that this method can reach more people and make it easier to find people with good qualifications, thus saving him time in training talents.
The next storytelling show will be in the evening.
By evening, the people the errand boy had called would arrive, slightly expanding his sphere of influence.
He stroked a ring in his hand.
[Aladdin's Ring]
[Rubbing the ring can summon a little elf, who can help you do some small things within your ability near you (you'd better use it to do serious work)]
There are two genies in the myth of Aladdin.
One is the genie of the lamp, the other is the genie of the ring.
The magic power of the genie in the Lord of the Rings is much weaker than that of the genie in the magic lamp. It cannot help people realize their wishes. At best, it is an intelligent sweeping robot that can keep you company and talk when you are bored.
"I'll give it to you."
Wang Ran snapped her fingers and the ring flew into Yuan Xiaochun's arms.
Yuan Xiaochun caught it in a panic.
Wang Ran closed his eyes and waited for the next storytelling session.
…
"If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to survive in Jiange!"
At dusk, several burly men stood in front of the restaurant.
The servant who had benefited from the crime during the day stood beside them.
The servant said timidly: "Brother Biao, I'm not sure whether that senior will still tell the story tonight, but if he is still here, I promise you won't be disappointed..."
The sturdy man known as Brother Biao snorted coldly: "It's better this way."
They're not the only ones waiting for the pub to open.
There were some people behind them, all of whom came for the plaque of Xianrenzui.
In the afternoon, the orange cat brought back a piece of very good wood from somewhere, and Wang Ran asked her to hang up the plaque of Xianrenzui again on the spot.
The old customers spread the word.
They soon found out that Xianrenzui had reopened at a new location, so they all came to support it.
But time passes by every second.
It was almost dark, but the door of Xianrenzui was still nowhere to be opened.
"Why don't you open the door?"
“I’ve been waiting for a long time!”
"Are you closed tonight?"
Xianrenzui was slow to open the door, and the guests gathered outside the door were a little annoyed and wanted to leave.
Just then, a light breeze blew.
Squeak—
The door of Xianrenzui slowly opened.
Wang Ran, dressed in white, sat upright in the middle, patted his head conspicuously, and spoke cheerfully.
"It is said that eight hundred years ago there was a Flower-Fruit Mountain..."