Xu Laoqi tightened his belt and walked out of Fuxiang Courtyard. He helped his old mare drive away the Huoyang pony that had been harassing it all night. He turned over and rode on it, planning to wake up early and have a drink first. For hot noodle soup, go to the Yamen and order Mao.
Ta da da, da da da...
Speaking of which, ever since Wuhou Dongcang spread martial arts teachings to the world and made people in the world write three thousand miles of martial arts books, all kinds of strange stories have been staged every day in the morning teahouses all over the world. In those stories, there are things like lion fist, scissor kick and so on. The martial arts of this kind are all commercial tricks, but they are easy to master.
It's just that you can't find high-quality products like Wuhou.
"Bah, what did I hear yesterday?" Xu Laoqi walked into the Xingchen Tea House and saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties angrily said to his companions, "He kills the whole family at every turn, what else have he learned? 'The sword that cuts off sons and grandsons'! The intention is not right!"
"Master Hu, calm down and calm down!" the companion next to the middle-aged man advised, "Didn't Marquis Wu say that? We need to give the martial arts classics time to grow."
"Besides, didn't a new book come out last month where the engagement was broken off and he promised to fight again with the woman who broke off the engagement three years later? Especially since the protagonist is accompanied by the soul of a Taoist master who is proficient in alchemy. Reading it makes one's blood boil and the wind boils. The reviews are pretty good! It is said that it was written by a young Taoist priest who was a Taoist priest who vowed to use this book to create a fire-based martial arts. Isn’t this a sign of the prosperity of martial arts!"
"Not bad!" Another companion said, "Both Dongcang City and King Jing's Mansion have funded a large number of morning teahouses. I heard that as long as a new book is selected, the author will get 1,500 taels per month in the first three months. With the salary of silver, if there are 500 tea guests who are willing to continue listening, a guaranteed monthly remuneration of 1,000 taels will be given! With such support, it is only a matter of time before the martial arts classics come out with another masterpiece!"
Mr. Hu sighed: "I know!"
"But I just want to listen to Wu Hou's new works..."
“It’s okay to catch up!”
As soon as he said this, Xu Laoqi obviously heard sighs from around him, and he also sighed in his heart.
Since the completion of "Dragon" and "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it is rare to hear news about Wu Hou writing a book.
The last article "Purple River Washing Cart" was published, which allowed warriors to taste the benefits of condensing the seven souls, but the problem is-
So, who should I send?
I finished reading it in a few snaps of my fingers.
Short and weak!
Not to mention the seven souls in the body, just one soul is still a shadow, so ethereal that I am afraid that it will be blown away in one breath.
Do you dare to write a long story?
Just when Xu Laoqi was slandering, a clear gong sound suddenly sounded in Xingchen Tea House.
"Blow the gong to start the lecture?" Everyone was surprised.
There is a rule in the morning teahouse. Normally, when the storyteller is about to take the stage, someone will knock a chime to remind everyone to quiet down and the storyteller is about to begin.
But if the gong sounds, then there are only two possibilities. One is that the storyteller is at least a master level, and has the ability to preach and teach, so everyone is asked to be quiet; the other is that the book I am going to talk about today is extraordinary!
"Is this Master coming to tell stories?" Some people wonder. After storytelling can gain merit, many Masters have also started story telling, but it is still extremely rare to spread it to countless teahouses around the world.
"That's not right!" Xu Laoqi's sharp ears heard the sound of gongs from all the teahouses around him at almost the same time.
Then, the second gong sounded!
At this time, everyone noticed something was wrong, and also found surprise in each other's eyes.
The second gong sounds, it’s time to start talking about Wu Hou’s new book!
The third gong sounded again!
Three gongs sounded, it was Wu Hou’s novel!
"Hahahahaha... Wuhou has published another novel!" Hu Erye looked up to the sky and smiled, "I know that Wuhou still pays attention to people!"
"Three gongs! This is a new novel!" Everyone else looked surprised.
You know, Wu Hou has now opened the way to Six Thousand Miles, so the book he writes at this time will most likely be the Six Thousand Miles novel!
There is hope for the Seven Spirits!
In the eyes of everyone's surprise, a white-bearded lady slowly walked up to the desk, holding an inch-long piece of wood facing the table in a row, looking majestic.
Suddenly everything was quiet.
Not only at the Waking Tea House, but outside the tea house, three gongs sounded throughout the capital. Pedestrians lowered their footsteps and the shouts stopped abruptly. Countless warriors used Qinggong and ran towards the nearest Xingzao Teahouse.
"Immortals are mortals by nature. They are born in the world of mortals and go to the world of mortals. We need to know that good and evil will eventually be rewarded. The Eight Immortals will enlighten the world!" The master opened his mouth, and his ethereal voice was filled with a hint of fairy spirit.
"Today's book is the first chapter of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals' Enlightenment": Borrowing the Dragon Pill Immortal to help a filial son, and arousing greed and evil officials asking for the divine pearl!"
As he spoke, the master told the story of this time in a tactful way. For a moment, everyone was immersed in admiration for the broad mind of the filial son and hatred of corrupt officials.
At the end of the first chapter of the story, the filial son swallowed the dragon ball given by the immortal in order to keep it. As a result, he turned into a giant dragon. At this moment...
"Pa!" Xingmu fell.
"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"
Everyone was stunned!
That's it?
Is this the end?
Transformed into a dragon, what next?
Everyone raised their heads and saw that the master had gone to nowhere!
Xu Laoqi couldn't control the strength in his hand and broke the wine glass.
"Why did I just listen to it!"
"Why don't you wait a few days and listen to it for fun!"
"I was so happy when this novel came out!"
"Shame on the literati!"
For a moment, the entire teahouse burst into mourning.
…
"Today is a good day. Everything you want can come true..."
Chen Luo was humming a cheerful song and was in a joyful mood. The seven-day backlash of the Seven Shang Fist had passed, and the true meaning of the Seven Shang was forming in his body.
After seven days of being a disabled person, I can finally stand up and be a human being. Can you... click...
I stood up too hard and twisted my waist.
Jin Guagua jumped on Chen Luo's head: "Quaa? (Unlucky again?)"
"Quack! (Haha!)"
Chen Luo was too lazy to pay attention to Jin Guagua. When he walked to the door, he saw Mastiff Lingling directing people to load things into the carriage. The carriage was cast with a spell and had its own spatial effect. Although Chen Luo and others had storage orders on them, Mastiff Lingling still bought some items and threw them all on the carriage.
"Master Marquis, you are here..." Mastiff Lingling saw Chen Luo and quickly stepped forward to salute. Chen Luo nodded and asked, "Where is my sixth senior sister?"
"Madam went to say goodbye to Princess Pingyang."
Chen Luo then remembered that he had been comprehending the true meaning of the Seven Injuries before, so Sixth Senior Sister left on her own. However, it was enough for Yun Siyao to say goodbye, so he didn't have to make another trip.
When he opened the curtain, he saw that Lang Feixian was already fast asleep in the carriage. He seemed to have heard the noise, glanced at Chen Luo, and said sleepily: "Is dinner ready?"
"We haven't set off yet, senior brother, please go back to sleep!" Lang Feixian yawned and nodded, "Call me when dinner is ready." After saying that, he turned sideways and continued to sleep.
Chen Luo felt warm in his heart. Yun Siyao and Chen Luo had said that because Lang Feixian integrated poetic swordsmanship with martial arts and shared part of the pressure of the heavenly law of nine thousand miles, his soul was exhausted, so he needed to sleep to rest.
"Master Hou..." Suddenly a shout came. Chen Luo turned sideways and saw Yang Qianli galloping towards him. When he was still dozens of steps away from Chen Luo, he reined in the horse, jumped off the horse, and trotted to Chen Luo. In front of Luo.
"Master Marquis, are you leaving the city today?"
Chen Luo nodded. According to the guidance of the Supreme Taoist Lord, one city and one calamity can be resolved with human luck. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will be in great danger if you encounter calamity upon calamity and calamity upon calamity.
By now, Chen Luo had probably understood Dao Gong's instructions. In fact, the so-called catastrophe is the total outbreak of bad luck. If there are more catastrophes, the bad luck will become thinner. However, the catastrophes are all aimed at human life, so you need to use the luck of the human race scattered around to bless you.
Hungry ghosts blocking the way is a serious calamity. Now that misfortunes have been turned into good fortune and disasters have been eliminated, it is time to go to the next place to present good fortune in times of adversity.
"Master Yang!" Chen Luo smiled, "I'm leaving. I didn't want to disturb you."
"Now that you're here, I have something to tell you!"
Yang Qianli quickly became solemn, cupped his hands and said, "Please give me your instructions, Lord Marquis."
"After I leave, this courtyard will be open to the public!" Chen Luo said, "It will be used for entertaining those noble people. It will only be rented, not sold. Leyacheng is a commercial town, with many wealthy businessmen, and they can also socialize. I will stay in it. I downloaded a few handwritten calligraphy and paintings, which may be somewhat attractive to them.”
Yang Qianli was startled and frowned slightly: "Isn't this selling the reputation of the Marquis? This subordinate... is puzzled!"
Chen Luo smiled and said: "It's empty as well. The money collected should be used to relieve the poor in Leya City."
"At any rate, we can save three to five hundred people a year."
"I don't want to go back to Leyacheng next time and there will be a little beggar boy blocking the car to beg for food!"
Yang Qianli was shocked. He looked at Chen Luo with a smile on his face, nodded solemnly, took a step back, and bowed to Chen Luo: "I will definitely do this well, Lord Marquis, please rest assured."
"Well, I don't worry about you doing the work." Chen Luo nodded and said calmly, "Okay, no more words, let's go!"
Yang Qianli bowed again: "I send you off respectfully, Lord Marquis. Take care of yourself all the way!"
The breeze picked up, like a hand pulling Li Ren's footsteps. He obviously couldn't stop him, but he tried to hold him back and let Li Ren stay for a while longer.
The wind has a heart, people have feelings, and the sadness of separation extends to ancient and modern times.
It's time to say goodbye.
After a while, Mastiff Lingling looked embarrassed and sent a message: "Master Marquis, Madam has told us that we are not allowed to leave until she comes back."
"To avoid being assassinated again!"
Chen Luo looked at Yang Qianli, who was still bowing to say goodbye, and coughed dryly: "What... Mr. Yang, you get up first... How about we have a cup of tea first?"
…
Just when Chen Luo was about to leave Leya City, Xia Qingchuan of Yellow Crane Academy, who had left early after Rouyuan, was covered in blood. He was holding a magical yellow crane by the neck and flew towards Leya City with a panicked look on his face!
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