"Why are these two old guys still fighting? Don't break that treasure!"
The man hiding on the wall is named Yuan Xiaochun.
She is the last generation of the craftsman family.
The name of the Craftsman Sect is rarely known in today's world, because as early as twenty years ago, the entire Craftsman Sect was executed because the weapons they made for the emperor were unfit for use.
On the night when the craftsmen's family was destroyed, one person escaped.
This man had no ability, but he was loyal to the craftsmen, so he adopted an orphan and carefully trained him for more than 20 years.
This orphan is Yuan Xiaochun.
Because the master has no ability, Yuan Xiaochun also has no ability.
But Yuan Xiaochun has good eyesight, and she can tell at a glance that Wang Ran's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is an extremely delicate weapon. If she can get it, she may be able to restore the lost skills of many craftsmen.
Yuan Xiaochun looked forward eagerly.
She waited for a stick of incense and finally the small courtyard was clean.
The elder of Jiange fought with the father-in-law in the palace.
Yuan Xiaochun rubbed his hands excitedly.
She jumped down from the courtyard wall and tiptoed to the table. The way she took away the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was very simple - she put it in her arms and ran away.
Yuan Xiaochun ran out quickly, but was intercepted after only a few steps.
The battle in the small courtyard attracted many people. How could she, an incompetent little thief, run out 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 wanted to leave.
"This road is blocked."
A masked man in 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. In his imagination, it was supposed to be a passionate martial arts scene, but now it looked like a few cosplay weirdos pecking each other.
Boring, ignorant, uninteresting.
It made him feel less like he was 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. He covered his hands and retreated several feet, looking at the place where the stones were flying in shock and fear.
Wang Ran walked out slowly.
"roll!"
he whispered.
This world is too boring and too weak, so why don't he take action to change it.
"who are you?!"
The man in white robe covered his hands and gritted his teeth.
"Meow!"
An orange shadow jumped out from nowhere and jumped in front of the man in white robe, bringing up a string of bright red blood beads.
The man in white robe covered his neck and fell down.
The orange cat landed gracefully, without even a drop of blood on its paws.
Wang Ran continued to move forward without looking back.
Stealing wealth and killing lives will result in unjust death.
The orange cat turned to look at the other person who stopped Yuan Xiaochun.
Its eyes glowed green.
The scumbag man was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Meow~"
The orange cat barked softly, and then chased Wang Ran with elegant steps.
Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.
She also chased Wang Ran by mistake.
The next day, Immortal Zui reopened in another place in Jiangefang City.
Wang Ran bought a new tavern.
Since there was no advance publicity and even the plaque was not replaced, there was almost no popularity in the pub.
Wang Ran spoke slowly: "A long time ago, there was a poor young man named Aladdin."
Today is the story of "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".
But this story is no ordinary story.
There was only one customer in the tavern at this time. He was a handyman from Jiange, a poor man who couldn't afford to pay.
He heard Wang Ran speak and felt very puzzled.
He looked around to make sure he was the only one in the tavern, and his doubts became more intense.
Storytelling is about making money.
He was the only one in the tavern. How could a storytelling critic make money?
The handyman shrugged his shoulders, thinking that no matter what, he would not be able to do anything for a big man anyway, and the little money he had was exchanged for wine.
"Aladdin is seduced by a magician named Maghreb into a booby-trapped cave to retrieve a magical oil lamp."
An invisible force spread with Wang Ran's voice.
The handyman's eyes became blank.
He kept drinking, and soon drank up the glass of wine in front of him, but he still kept repeating the action of drinking.
After a while, the story was finished.
The handyman suddenly woke up.
He looked at the empty wine cup in front of him and couldn't recover for a long time.
what happens?
how do i feel
The handyman turned his head and looked around, feeling that the whole world had become clearer. Even a mosquito a hundred meters away could be seen clearly.
He was shocked.
Watching mosquitoes from 100 meters?
This is the insight that only a strong master can have!
There are only a few masters in the entire world!
At this time, a voice sounded in his ear: "Everyone can only listen to storytelling once for free. If you want to listen to it again, you have to come up with something that interests me."
"Of course, if you have a wonderful story, you can also use it as the theme of my next storytelling, so that the effect of listening to the storytelling will be better."
After that, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guests.
"This guest, please come back."
The handyman was surprised and confused: "It's you."
He thought to himself, could my increased insight be related to the storyteller?
Wang Ran ignored him, just flicked his sleeves, and an invisible force pushed the busboy out of the tavern door.
Snapped!
The door of the tavern closed automatically, and the sign thanking guests fell from the door frame.
The busboy looked at the tavern with a shocked expression.
Only then did he become convinced that his change in insight was related to Wang Ran's storytelling.
One word came to his mind.
Opportunity!
What a great opportunity!
The handyman's heartbeat accelerated wildly.
If his insight was really improved by listening to storytelling, then listening to storytelling only once raised his insight to the level of a master. What would happen if he listened to storytelling a few more times?
Let the power of observation surpass the master?
Observation is neither strength nor physique, and cannot bring him substantial improvement, but observation is more important than both strength and physique.
Because his observation ability allows him to predict the enemy beforehand, and also allows him to discover the weaknesses of the enemy's moves, he has a master-level insight at this stage. It can be said that as long as he is not too careless, he is invincible at the same level!
ah! The proud one is myself!
This is just a story telling. Maybe storytelling can also improve other abilities?
But each person can only listen to storytelling once for free.
His chance was gone.
If he wanted to step into this tavern again, he would have to give the storyteller a satisfying gift.
He is a little handyman, where can he find gifts?
"I have to tell more people about this pub."
The handyman made a very difficult decision: "Exchange information for treasures, then I can come to the tavern again and listen to the storytelling of my seniors."
The tavern is open in Fangshi, so it can't be hidden.
He had to seize the opportunity to exchange the news for resources before the news of this magical tavern spread.
But who can afford this news?
The handyman left in a hurry.
In the tavern, Wang Ran was still sitting at the table, but the difference was that a girl in burlap clothes was respectfully pouring tea for him.
"Senior, your storytelling is so amazing!"
Yuan Xiaochun whispered.
Wang Ran remained silent, only picked up the tea and took a sip.
good.
This tea-making skill is rare in this world.
There is a huge gap between gods and ordinary extraordinary people. Even if they are just immersed in the spiritual power of gods, the spiritual attributes of ordinary extraordinary people will increase accordingly.
This world is too weak.
The sword pavilion elder who had a big fight in his yard last night only had one or two hundred attribute points per attribute, which could be achieved by soaking in his spiritual power once.
He did it because he was bored.
He came to relax on vacation, but the world was empty and boring, so he decided to create happiness for himself.
Not only that, he also took on the task of saving the world.
He could have completed the mission by simply crushing the converts of the evil god, but he suddenly realized one thing, "poor and weak" - a world can only be affected by one at most, and it will be over if it touches both.
He is not prepared to help the world become rich overnight, because wealth requires strength to maintain.
Without strength, no matter how much wealth you have, it will be exhausted in a very short period of time.
So he decided to teach people how to fish. He planned to cultivate a few strong men for this world who could take the lead alone, at least to the level of three big bowl security guards.
In this way, they can handle the doomsday below the level of gods by themselves.
The reason for using the tavern storytelling method is that this method can reach more people and make it easier to find qualified people, thus saving him time in cultivating talents.
The next storytelling session is in the evening.
At night, the person called by the little handyman should also come to slightly expand his sphere of influence.
He rubbed a ring in his hand.
【Aladdin's Finger】
[Rubbing the wrench can summon an elf, who can help you do some small things within your ability (you'd better use it to do serious things)]
There are two genies in the Aladdin myth.
One is the Genie of the Lamp and the other is the Genie of the Ring.
The magic power of the genie of the Lord of the Rings is much weaker than that of the genie of the magic lamp. It cannot help people realize their wishes. At best, it is a smart sweeping robot that can chat with it when it is bored.
"Give it to you."
Wang Ran flicked his finger and put it into Yuan Xiaochun's arms.
Yuan Xiaochun caught it in a hurry.
Wang Ran closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the next storytelling session.
"If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to survive in Jiange!"
At dusk, several tall and sturdy men stood in front of the restaurant.
The handyman who had been favored during the day stood beside them.
The handyman said fearfully: "Brother Biao, I'm not sure whether the senior will still talk about storytelling tonight, but if he is still here, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
The strong man known as Brother Biao snorted coldly: "It's best like this."
They're not the only ones waiting for the pub to open.
There were some people behind them, all of whom came here for the immortal drunken plaque.
In the afternoon, Orange Cat picked up a piece of wood with good material from nowhere, and Wang Ran asked her to hang up the plaque of Xianren Zui on the spot.
Regular patrons spread the word.
They soon learned that Xianrenzui had reopened in a different location, so they came to support it one after another.
But time passed by minute by minute.
It was almost getting dark, and the door to Xianrenzui was not open.
"Why don't you open the door yet?"
"It's been a long time coming!"
"Are you closed tonight?"
Immortal Zui didn't open the door for a long time. The guests surrounding the door were a little agitated and wanted to leave.
Just then, a gust of breeze blew.
Squeak——
The door to Immortal Zui slowly opened.
Wang Ran was dressed in white clothes, sitting upright in the middle, taking a striking shot, and spoke happily.
"By the way, there was a Huaguo Mountain eight hundred years ago."
Not in good condition today
(End of chapter)
