I am a tripod

Hearing this, the swordsman's face softened a little, and he waited for the storyteller to tell him the good news.

Mr. Storyteller knew that everyone was waiting impatiently, so he continued: "Talking about the citizens of Dream Blood City, they are still hiding in their houses, quietly watching the situation outside, not daring to go out."

"But not everyone is afraid of losing their lives. There was an orphan who lost his parents. After his parents died, he became a beggar and lived on a hundred meals. Others were afraid of him. City Lord, but that little beggar is not afraid."

"The little beggar grabbed the big dog's bamboo stick and rushed towards the city lord of Dreamblood City on the ground."

"That little beggar really hates the city lord of Dreamblood City, and he doesn't care if he loses his life or not, it's just a beating anyway."

"Who is the owner of Dream Blood City? He was the former owner of the city. How can he be bullied by a little beggar. The owner of Dream Blood City doesn't care about the pain in his body." The storyteller added when he saw a new guest coming in. He said a few words, "Didn't Dingxia beat up the City Lord of Dream Blood City just now, and crippled the City Lord of Dream Blood City's cultivation level. Right now, the City Lord of Dream Blood City is in pain."

Hearing the word Ding Xia, the ginseng monster and the gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey who had just walked in looked at Lin Yunqian.

Their curiosity was aroused, and they sat next to Lin Yunqian, listening to Mr. Shu tell stories.

The two demon cultivators who were not far from the ginseng demon also found a place to sit down.

Mr. Storyteller is in the business of soliciting customers for teahouses, and he doesn't care whether customers consume or not, anyway, keeping customers in the store is his skill.

The waiter was excited to listen, but he also had to work. He quickly served tea to the two tables of guests, took the order, and hurried into the kitchen, thinking that he should walk faster and hear the ending.

Mr. Storyteller does not recite directly from the book, he has his own information.Even if the story told before is retold, there will be some new tricks, which makes people want to stop listening.

"The City Lord of Dream Blood City was screaming in pain, ouch, ouch." The storyteller held his shoulders, imitating the tone of the City Master of Dream Blood City, "You lowly pariah, how dare you beat me?"

Lin Yunqian didn't know if the city lord of Dream Blood City spoke like that, but the tone of the storyteller was indeed very engaging.

The ginseng demon listened with relish, chewed the peanuts, and did not forget to curse in a low voice: "The lord of Dream Blood City deserves to be beaten. If I saw it, I would definitely tie him up with one leaf, and then open the bow left and right with two leaves, fanning wildly." he."

Coincidentally, what the storyteller said next was somewhat similar to that of the ginseng demon, "The city lord of Dream Blood City has lost his cultivation, but his eight-foot height is not something a little beggar can bully. With his push, the little beggar will be bullied." The beggar was pushed to the ground. The little beggar fell and his arms were bleeding, it was a terrible word."

"The aunt who was hiding behind the door saw the child being bullied, so she rushed out immediately, and rushed towards the city lord of Dream Blood City, and treated him in his own way."

"My aunt knocked the City Master of Dream Blood City to the ground. The City Master of Dream Blood City fell to the ground, and lost a tooth. The blood flowed out." Mr. Storyteller made an approximate position with his hands, "This chin, this neck, is full of blood. Terrible. It's not much better than a little beggar."

Lin Yunqian felt that the preface and the afterword of this matter were inconsistent, but the ginseng demon loved to hear such stories of revenge. Not only did he enjoy listening to it, he even threw a few medicinal berries over as a reward.

This behavior of the ginseng demon attracted several tea drinkers.

When the storyteller saw the money, he cupped his hands with a smile and did not stop talking, "Don't worry about that, ma'am, sit on the city lord of Dream Blood City, with two hands as big as cattail fan, bow left and right, and slap the face of the city lord of Dream Blood City vigorously. The muscles are as big as a small mouse. The calluses on the palms are thick and numb, and when you slap someone, there is only one word, pain!"

"The City Lord of Dream Blood City was dizzy from being slapped, so he doesn't have the strength to curse people. Madam, she was angry for a long time, her hands hurt from being slapped, so she pointed at the City Lord of Dream Blood City with blood on her face and scolded." Mr. Storyteller Putting her hips on her hips, she pointed to the lucky pixiu placed beside her with one hand, and imitated: "The city lord of Dream Blood City insulted my old lady, made my husband's legs short, and forced my husband to do that dirty thing, forcing my husband to hang the beam I have been a widow for many years, my old lady, so that one day I can pay with blood. After finishing speaking, my aunt dug a piece of mud and stuffed it directly into the mouth of the city lord of Dream Blood City."

Lin Yunqian recalled the place where the lord of Dream Blood City fell, and wondered where the mud came from that stone road.

The tea drinkers didn't care, they heard it with gusto.

In the back, like the city lord of Dream Blood City who was beaten by all the people, stripped naked and paraded through the streets, cast a spell of leaving the soul and thought he was a dog, cut off his limbs and couldn't stand up... I don't know how true it is. Fake.

Lin Yunqian only knew that the City Lord of Dream Blood City was tortured to death within three days, which shows how much the people in Dream Blood City hate the City Lord of Dream Blood City.

Both the ginseng demon and the gold-threaded red-eyed demon monkey were happy to hear it, but it's a pity that the teahouse was crowded, otherwise they would have directly praised Lin Yunqian for his beautiful work.

Lin Yunqian just wanted to shake her head when she heard that, and originally wanted to inquire about the Butianshi, but now that the storyteller is so good at it, Lin Yunqian dare not take the risk.It is better to know nothing than to know a bunch of true and false news.

After the story was told, the storyteller rested, and the tea guests left one after another.

Lin Yunqian took the ginseng monster and the gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey out of the city.Flying is prohibited in this city, Lin Yunqian and others need to leave the city first before leaving with the sword.

The ginseng demon talked about what he bought all the way, jumping up and down happily.Spending money makes people happy.

As we walked, Lin Yunqian sensed something was wrong, and said through voice transmission with his spiritual sense: "It seems that someone is following us."

"Can't you?" The ginseng demon turned back nervously, but was blocked by Lin Yunqian.

"Don't reveal it." Lin Yunqian sent another voice transmission.

The ginseng demon was very nervous.There are many demon spirits on Zuiyao Peak, from Qianjiao to Rabbit Demon to Lvgu, all of them want to go out to play.Occasionally join a team.The ginseng monster has a small family, and it took decades to get it to go out, so it is not so sensitive to the dangers of the outside world.

The gold-threaded red-eyed demon monkey scratched its head with its longer-than-average hands, "It's normal to go this way when you leave the city."

The gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey found the two demon cultivators. It had just entered the teahouse behind them, and now it was behind them as if they were leaving the city.But the gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey didn't think about following it, because it came out several times without encountering any danger, and its nerves were naturally thicker than ordinary people.

"Then we'll wait." Lin Yunqian casually walked into a bookstore, intending to buy some books on the way home.

He wanted to rebuild the Guizhen sect, and there must be a place for his disciples to read and study.It was not easy for Mu Chuhan to bring people back, and he didn't have time to pick up those foreign objects.Today, the New Guizhen Sect has nothing but a few wooden shelves.

Even so, Lin Yunqian felt that this was an excellent start, at least it meant that everything was going well.

Lin Yunqian picked out a lot of books, and at the back, the bookstore owner thought that Lin Yunqian was going to open a store, so he dragged Lin Yunqian to the backyard, and sold a pile of dilapidated books to Lin Yunqian by the pound.

There are not many people in the Devil Realm who love to read, and they love to rob. After robbing things, they sell them everywhere, and take the money to eat, drink and have fun.

Lin Yunqian didn't see any good books in the store, but found a few good sword manuals among the tatters that were sold by the pound.Lin Yunqian did not rush to express her needs, but instead pretended to be dissatisfied and frowned.After a few more rounds of wrangling, Lin Yunqian finally wrapped up the books until the bookstore owner gave them two rounds of discounts.

The ginseng demon was very excited, thinking that any book is good.

The gold-threaded red-eyed demon monkey mercilessly exposed the ginseng demon, "Are you literate?"

The ginseng demon hummed, but didn't speak.It is the kind of spiritual plant that is not smart and cannot learn knowledge, what can it do.

Come out of the bookstore and walk out of the city again.

But after all the fuss just now, the ginseng demon forgot about being followed.It was the gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey who let out a snort, feeling something strange, that aroused the vigilance of the ginseng monster.

"It seems that it really is... so what should I do?" The ginseng demon was a little scared, and subconsciously shrank to Lin Yunqian's side.It has little experience in going out, and when it encounters danger, it thinks of the horror stories it has heard. Stewed chicken with ginseng, sliced ​​ginseng, and ground ginseng into pills are all extremely terrible ways to die.

"Don't panic, let's go out first." Lin Yunqian calmed down the two demon spirits.

Fighting is prohibited in the city.Lin Yunqian compared the cultivation of the two sides, and thought that his side still had an advantage, so he chose to go out of the city first and then settle the matter.

And when I entered the bookstore just now, the main purpose was to convict the two demon cultivators who were following me.In case there was a real fight, he had to explain to the two demon spirits why he made the move.

After leaving the city, the two demon cultivators found an opportunity and immediately attacked Lin Yunqian and the two demon spirits.

Lin Yunqian didn't expect that the two magicians underestimated him so much that they were not prepared for any tricks.

Lin Yunqian was about to teach these two demon cultivators a lesson, when she saw the gold-threaded red-eyed monster rushing out and fighting the two demon cultivators.The gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey is a monster with a dexterous figure, and it couldn't be easier to deal with the two magicians.

The ginseng demon, who had always been boastful, shrank behind Lin Yunqian at a critical moment, pulling at the hem of Lin Yunqian's clothes, for fear that he would be hit.

The gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey is indeed strong, but there are two demon cultivators. Once the two demon cultivators are far away from each other, the gold-threaded red-eyed monster monkey can't take care of it.

One of the demon cultivators was proud of his freedom, and immediately attacked Lin Yunqian.

Lin Yunqian wanted to dodge, but before Qingyun could move, he realized that his legs were as heavy as a thousand catties.Looking down, I saw the ginseng demon hugging his leg in fright, trembling.

Because of the fright, the roots of the ginseng demon unconsciously plunged into the soil.

Seeing that Moxiu had already attacked, Lin Yunqian had no time to think about it, and turned into a bronze tripod to defend.

The author has something to say: Ginseng Demon: Stewed chicken with ginseng, sliced ​​ginseng, and ground ginseng into pills, all of which are extremely terrible ways to die.

Lin Yunqian licked his lips.

感谢在2021-05-1923:36:23~2021-05-2021:15:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!