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Chapter 159 When the story of "Zhu Xian" spread in Zhu Xian's world in advance
The next day, early morning.

Zhou Yixian got up early and punched in the yard.

The wind blows like a tiger descending a mountain like a fierce tiger, causing the surrounding fallen leaves to rise one after another, which is quite imposing.

After one round of punching, Zhou Yixian put his hands back and stood up.

"System, look at how my punch is doing."

"Tiger Downhill Fist, low-grade boxing without grades, proficient grade."

The mechanical sound of the system made Zhou Xian hear a sense of sarcasm, even with Zhou Xian's thick skin, he couldn't help but blush slightly.

"System, you said that Tiger Downhill Fist is a non-graded boxing technique. In your case, boxing techniques are still divided into grades?"

"Yes, the host, not only boxing techniques, but all kung fu techniques, supernatural powers, and martial arts are divided into seven levels and four levels.

The seven levels from low to high are mortal level, yellow level, mysterious level, earth level, heaven level, god level, immortal level,

Each level is divided into four grades, which are low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and extreme-grade.

Zhou Yixian: "." mmp, have I been ridiculed by the system?
After talking for a long time, does the system want to tell me that the Tiger Downhill Fist, which I am so complacent about, is just the most rubbish and inferior existence in the kung fu?
But what can I do?

His aptitude is low, and he is not suitable for cultivation at all. The only things passed down from his ancestors are some Fengshui metaphysics, and heresy such as talismans and seals.

Apart from these, he couldn't get started with the orthodox practice method at all, and could only practice this kind of ordinary martial arts that even the lowest-level traffickers and pawns could hit twice to strengthen his body.

Even so, forcibly making talismans without cultivation, and measuring the sky with his half-baked level, he overdrawn more than half of his own vitality, causing him to be only 37 years old, but with white beard and white hair, he looked like he had lived hundreds of years. The look of the year.

Of course, the only thing to be thankful for is that, combined with Zhuyan Pill passed down from his ancestors, his appearance has never shown signs of aging, and he has always maintained a state of about [-] years old.

Coupled with his silver hair and white beard, and his immortal demeanor, it added a bit of help to his bluffing.

Just when Zhou Yixian secretly regretted that he could not cultivate, with a 'squeak', the window was pushed open from the inside.

From it, a small head with braids in the sky was revealed.

"Yo! My good granddaughter is awake!"

The moment the window was opened, Zhou Yixian turned his head.

Seeing his granddaughter showing half of her head, a pair of big eyes blinking at him, Zhou Yixian grinned and walked towards the main door of the room.

After dressing the granddaughter, washing up, and eating the breakfast prepared by the invited nanny, Zhou Yixian left the house with his granddaughter in his arms.

On weekdays, when Zhou Yixian went out to make money, the nanny took care of Xiaohuan.

But this time, Zhou Yixian went out not simply to make money, so, for the sake of his granddaughter's future, Zhou Yixian took his little granddaughter who was less than three weeks old to the bookstore.

It's still the bookstore, the high platform, and the storyteller.

The difference is that today's storytellers seem to have an indescribable aura about them.

What is even more eye-catching is that beside the storyteller, there is actually a little loli who is still a little unsteady when walking, with a pair of big eyes blinking and blinking at the crowd without fear.

"Old man Zhou, what are you going to say today?"

"Old Zhou, how dare you bring your granddaughter out today!"

"Zhou Daxian'er, you talked about the accident at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain yesterday, but you haven't said how it ended!"

"That's right, the whole village of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu was killed, what happened to the two children?"

Zhou Yixian led Zhou Xiaohuan to stand on the stage, and the melon-eating crowd below started shouting.

Even a listener who had enjoyed listening to the book yesterday and came early this morning ordered a pot of good tea for Zhou Xian to soothe his throat before the lecture even started.

"Brother Zhou, what you said yesterday was very exciting, I liked it very much.

But the problem is that what you said about the Divine Sword Yulei Zhenjue and the Dafan Banruo only have names, but you didn't say what kind of supernatural power it is.

Although it makes people want to listen to it, it always feels a little unsatisfactory. "

"That's right! That's right! Old man Zhou, if you want to tell the story this time, why don't you explain the moves and the like clearly, and let everyone know how the fights between immortals are different from us ordinary people!"

There was a commotion under the stage, but Zhou Xian was a little stunned.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was giving him good tea and asking him to tell a story and explain the moves in detail, Zhou Yixian felt an urge to cry——moved!

At this moment, how much he wanted to hold the middle-aged man and cry bitterly, and shouted - are you the entrusted person sent by the Taoist master to help me?
Yes, To!

In fact, on the way here, Zhou Yixian was still worrying. He had been storytelling in Heyang City for several months. In the past, storytellers always only mentioned the names of moves, and never described them in detail.

But this time, if he suddenly explained all the moves in unusual detail, would it cause any bad reactions?

For example, the audience thinks it is too long-winded, so you can't make so much money?

And at this moment, the middle-aged man's proposal aroused the approval of most of the audience, directly saving Zhou Yixian most of the trouble.

"Since all the judges have asked for this, then the immortal will not hesitate to give some advice, and let you see the true face of the immortal family's supernatural powers."

Rolling his eyes slightly, Zhou Yixian led Zhou Xiaohuan to sit on a chair beside him.

Zhou Xiaohuan obediently gnawed on the candied haws while Zhou Yixian turned back to the long table and picked up the gavel on the table.

"System, is this really reliable? As long as I tell the book in this way, people who are compatible enough can understand the exercises explained by me in the process of storytelling?"

In response to Zhou Xian, there were eight cold words, "Produced by the system, it is trustworthy."

"it is good!"

Zhou Yixian said something in his heart, and the gavel fell heavily in his hand.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the bookstore, which was still noisy just a moment ago, became audible, only the sound of Xiaohuan gnawing candied haws rang out from time to time.

"The last book said that when Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu returned to the village, they found the horrific images of the whole village being massacred, they were stimulated, and they both passed out again.

As everyone knows, after those two fainted, fortunately Song Daren, the chief disciple of Tian Buyi, the first disciple of Qingyun Sect's Big Bamboo Peak, rescued them and brought them back to Qingyun Sect.

Afterwards, the two worshiped Qingyun Xianmen by chance, and at this time, they were already practicing in Xianmen.

The two have just started, and the follow-up story will not be shown for the time being. Today, this fairy will tell you this other story! "

"Don't!"

As soon as Zhou Yixian's voice fell, a group of unhappy voices sounded from below.

"That's right, the story of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu hasn't been finished yet, so why are we talking about other stories?"

"That's right! Isn't it just that it hasn't happened yet? Zhou Daxian, don't you always call yourself a fairy? Could it be that you can't calculate the future fate of the two boys who have just entered the fairy sect?"

"Yes, is it possible that Zhou Daxian, who is a professional storyteller and a part-time immortal guide, is nothing but a fraud?"

"That's right, it doesn't matter if it didn't happen. Telling the story that happened is just hearsay. Telling the story that didn't happen in advance, wouldn't it make your Zhou Daxian more capable?"

"That's right, Brother Zhou, just work hard, do some calculations, and tell everyone the story after Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu entered the mountain gate!"

This time, Zhou Yixian sat on the wax.

What kind of fairy guides the way, what kind of great fairy, it's just his usual fortune-telling rhetoric to fool people.

In fact, how much he has learned from his ancestors, he knows very well in his heart, and how can he calculate what will happen in the future.

Moreover, even if he has learned ten percent of his ancestor's skills, it is impossible to really calculate the specific experiences of the two teenagers in the future.

Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than fortune-telling for a period of time, good or bad fortune, life and death, and the ability to predict all the future.

If he really had that ability, he would not be a fairy guiding the way, but a real fairy descending to earth.

Hearing the voices of the crowd below, Zhou Yixian was about to refuse when the cold voice of the system suddenly came from his consciousness.

"The host can meet the requirements of these people."

"Satisfaction? To put it bluntly, tell me what to satisfy? This magic stick is just a magic stick, not a fairy.

You think I don't want to talk?But right now, these news are all acquired by the god stick at a considerable price. What happened later, how do I know? "

"The system knows!"

In order not to arouse too much suspicion from Zhou Yixian, Su Luo still replied in a mechanically cold voice without any emotion.

The system knows.

This sentence was obviously not loud, but it was like thunder, and Zhou Xian was stunned when he hit it directly.

"System, do you really know?"

If the system can really know what will happen in the future, it will not simply predict disasters and fortunes, but be able to tell stories as a story.

So what is the history of this system?
Regarding Zhou Yixian's doubts this time, Su Luo did not reply, and directly threw a yellowed thread-bound book to Zhou Yixian.

On the cover of the thread-bound book, there are two large characters written in traditional Chinese characters - "Zhu Xian"!
Seeing these two words, Zhou Xian's intuition was shocked.

He knew that Qingyunmen's Zhenjiao divine weapon was Zhuxianjian.

Now, this book is called Zhuxian, is it directly named after Qingyunmen's Zhuxian Sword, or is it telling the viewers that the value of this book is not inferior to Qingyunmen's Zhuxian Sword?

Or, it's just the superficial meaning, this book records the Zhu Xian incident.

Execute the Immortal, Execute the Immortal God?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yixian shuddered subconsciously, not daring to continue thinking about it.

As soon as his consciousness moved, Zhou Yixian opened the book called "Zhu Xian" in his consciousness, and quickly browsed through the first few chapters in his consciousness.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu wake up from Qingyunmen, Zhou Yixian let out a long breath.

I won't talk about it later, but at least the things recorded earlier are exactly the same as what he knows.

Therefore, this Zhu Xian
If the subsequent records are all things that will happen in the future, then the value of this "Zhu Xian" seems to be incomparable to the Qing Yunmen's Zhu Xian sword, right?
My heart was overwhelmed, and my thoughts were spinning a thousand times. In fact, the reality was just a moment that passed.

After a moment of bewilderment, Zhou Yixian reappeared that pretendingly mysterious smile on his face.

"Okay! Since you are interested in elegance, I will make an exception today and calculate the future of these two teenagers for everyone, and tell you the story of what will happen after the two teenagers!"

As soon as Zhou Yixian said this, he immediately won a lot of applause.

Looking at the excited and expectant audience below, Su Luo in the system space also had some expectations in his heart.

If, when the future of Zhu Xian, the fate of everyone in Zhu Xian is treated as a biography, it will be spread in the world of Zhu Xian in advance.

Will the fate of the characters in the story still follow the established trajectory?

Is it possible for those doomed tragedies to continue to happen?
(End of this chapter)