A paragraph of storytelling is finished.
The guests in the teahouse are still in high spirits!
Everyone was clamoring for another episode, and they wouldn't let him go no matter what!
The first day Gu's Tea House opened.
Business is extremely booming!
Lao Yang was counting the money on his head, grinning from ear to ear with joy!
"Storyteller, tell me again, where did the peerless strong man go after he seriously injured Emperor Yu?"
"Yes! This is the key!"
"If you tell me, I will reward you with all my salary for this month!"
"..."
The crowd was excited.
The Storyteller is in a dilemma.
Second floor.
Mu Yuyan smiled without trace, pursed her red lips lightly, and thought to herself, he was right next to me, in the same teahouse as you...
At this time.
A gold ingot flew out from the corner of the first floor and landed unexpectedly on the storyteller's tea table.
Everyone's eyes are open!
I didn’t expect that there were children from rich families in this teahouse!
"Storyteller, tell me about the strength of the worshiper. Is he really that much stronger than Emperor Yu?"
It was a girl's clear voice.
Everyone looked at the sound.
See the corner.
The girl was young, with a soft face, and her black hair hung in two bunches around her waist (commonly known as twin ponytails). She was not dressed like a native of Dajing, and she had a blood-red umbrella at her feet.
Sitting across the table from her was an old woman with a wrinkled face. She had no expression and looked a little lifeless!
"is her..."
Mu Yuyan noticed this little girl with her beautiful eyes.
My heart moved!
The King of Beiming had also sent a portrait before.
She naturally recognized that this was the little princess An Qiu who sneaked out from the Beiming Palace and ran to Dajing to attract the attention of everyone.
"What a coincidence, I met my husband right after we came out."
Mu Yuyan secretly said, still leaning against Gu Lan, planning to quietly see what she wanted to do.
Gu Lan's eyes also fell on Luan Xiaoyao.
Oh, he's actually an Imperial Realm master!
Judging from the bone age, he is not very old.
With such a level of cultivation at such an age, he must not be an unknown person on the mainland.
"Thank you for your grace, Miss! Thank you very much!"
The storyteller didn't intend to tell anymore.
Because what he knew about Gu Lan's deeds was indeed limited, and he was afraid of revealing the truth if he continued talking about it.
but.
With a lot of money, Bian also had to make it up!
"Speaking of the strength of the great priest of Tianji Pavilion, there is no limit to it... He has proven a lot by crushing Emperor Dayu that day!"
"And look at the traces in the capital!"
"Come to think of it, it's not impossible for at least an immortal-level powerful person to even break through and become a saint, and step into a realm that no one has reached on the mainland for thousands of years!"
"..."
The storyteller is eloquent.
Gu Lan held his forehead.
This time I guessed the truth by mistake, but his squinting expression always gave people the feeling of being embarrassed...
The words fell to the ground.
The audience in the teahouse was excited!
"Is that great worshiper so strong? But I heard from my friend who was an errand in the Habayashi Guards before that he seemed to be quite young!"
"Being young means you are extremely talented!"
"That's right, otherwise how could he be worshiped by Tianji Pavilion as a peerless powerful man who caused two visions of heaven and earth!"
"Hahaha! Fortunately, this peerless strong man belongs to us in Dajing. Several other dynasties do not have such cover!"
"..."
The storyteller accompanied the melon-eating crowd below and sang together.
Talking and laughing.
Anyway, they don’t know what the strength of the peerless powerful man is, but if he can protect their Dajing people, they will blindly worship him!
On the second floor, Mu Yuyan raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and felt sweet in her heart.
He glanced at Gu Lan furtively.
But he was expressionless.
"Ms. sir, what I said is very good. Please give me a reward."
"..."
Gu Lan felt that it was not easy for him to compile his own deeds. He nodded and was about to take out a piece of silver from his sleeve.
But listen!
Luan Xiaoyao snorted coldly in the corner!
"Hmph! What kind of great minister of Tianji Pavilion can defeat Emperor Yu at such a young age? How is that possible!"
Luan Xiaoyao rubbed her nose at Mr. Storyteller:
"You must be bragging!"
The storyteller looked embarrassed: "This..."
"How come you, a little girl, are slandering our strong men in Jingguo?"
"Where are you from, you stinky girl? If you can't speak, just shut up!"
"If you weren't a girl and dared to say such things to our patron saint of Jingguo, I would have punished you!"
"..."
I have to say that the storyteller’s words are still confusing.
Just a cup of tea.
Gu Lan has gone from a mysterious and peerless strong man to the patron saint of the people of Jingguo!
Everyone respects you!
At this moment, everyone was filled with indignation and yelled at Luan Xiaoyao for a while, making her laugh out loud!
Her white and tender little hands grasped the red paper umbrella handle and turned it gently!
No one has reacted yet!
The storyteller's table and the clothes were torn apart at the same time and became pieces on the ground!
"ah!"
The storyteller blushed.
He quickly ran to the backyard.
In the teahouse.
After seeing how extraordinary Luan Xiaoyao was, everyone shut up in awe. The few who had just shouted didn't dare to say anything anymore!
Luan Xiaoyao smiled proudly and walked slowly to the center of the main hall.
And the second floor.
The empress frowned slightly.
This little girl is indeed a troublemaker... As long as Gu Lang is here today, otherwise I will definitely teach you a lesson with my own hands!
Mu Yuyan was a little angry.
It's not because Luan Xiaoyao is showing off her power on her own territory, but because she is going against the people who say good things about Gu Lan!
this moment.
All eyes were focused on Luan Xiaoyao.
Don't know what she wants to do.
"Ghost, hang up the prepared banner for me!" Luan Xiaoyao ordered.
"...yes."
The hag was a little hesitant.
But I did it anyway.
The figure of the old woman appeared in front of the Hundred Flowers Arena, and a huge banner was pulled out, making a strong sound in the wind!
There are words on the banner:
"Honored by Tianji Pavilion! Do you dare to fight with me, Luan Xiaoyao? Let's see if I can beat you to tears!"
After finishing this task, the ghost woman returned to the teahouse again.
The people inside and outside the building were dumbfounded!
Let me go, are you trying to challenge our peerless master from Jingguo?
Who is this Luan Xiaoyao? ?
Under the spotlight.
Luan Xiaoyao put her hands on her hips and laughed: "Haha! That's right, I am here to challenge you, the best master in Jingguo. I want to be at the top of the Tianji Ranking this time!"
After she finished speaking, she stepped into the air and took off with an umbrella.
Fly straight to the Hundred Flowers Arena!
"This girl looks so ungrateful..."
Gu Lan shook his head, smiled, and sighed slightly.
Naturally, he would not go out to challenge.
Even if I don't worry about the risk of self-exposure, I won't go... We are all married adults, who would bully a little girl with twin tails!
The emperor's realm beats the emperor's realm.
There is a difference of two big realms!
Wouldn't that push her to the ground and rub her until she ends up crying and calling her daddy?
Gu Lan always respects the old and loves the young, and does not bully the weak.
At this time!
Because of the noise caused by Luan Xiaoyao, pedestrians on Dongzhi Street stopped one after another.
When the diners in the Chunyue Building on the other side saw the banner, they stretched their heads and looked out.
Even the... guests in the Miaoyin Pavilion stopped what they were doing and looked at the blood-red umbrella on the Baihua Arena in amazement!
Luan Xiaoyao fell onto the Hundred Flowers Arena.
Look around.
Several disciples of the sect were competing against each other, and there were also casual cultivators who were waiting to take the field.
