What is a first-class savior?

"These two old things, why are you still fighting, don't break that treasure!"

The person hiding on the wall is Yuan Xiaochun.

She is the last generation descendant of Jiangmen.

The name Jiangmen is not well known in today's Jianghu, because as early as 20 years ago, Jiangmen was executed because the weapons made for the emperor were unusable.

On the night of the Jiangmen's extermination, one person escaped.

This person has no skills, but he is loyal to the craftsman, so he adopted an orphan and carefully cultivated him for more than 20 years.

This orphan is Yuan Xiaochun.

Because the master has no skills, Yuan Xiaochun also has no skills.

But Yuan Xiaochun has good eyesight, and she can see 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 many techniques that have been lost.

Yuan Xiaochun hoped eagerly.

She waited for a stick of incense, and finally cleaned up the courtyard.

The elder Jiange and the father-in-law in the palace fought out.

Yuan Xiaochun rubbed his hands excitedly.

She jumped off the courtyard wall and tiptoed to the table. The way she took away the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was very simple - she carried it in her arms and ran.

Yuan Xiaochun ran out quickly, but was stopped within a few steps.

The battle in the small courtyard attracted a lot of people, how could she, an incompetent thief, run out with her arms bulging?

"Where are you going?"

A bearded man carrying a stick blocked Yuan Xiaochun's way.

Yuan Xiaochun turned around and wanted to leave.

"This way is not going to work."

A masked man in white robes stood behind Yuan Xiaochun.

"What are you going to do?"

"ah!"

"let me go!"

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Wang Ran, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head. In his imagination, there should have been a bloody martial arts scene, but now it looks like a few cosplay weirdos performing chicken pecking at each other.

Boring, ignorant, uninteresting.

It seemed that he was even less in the mood for vacation.

He raised his foot and kicked a stone.

call out!

The stone precisely hit the white-robed man's hand.

"ah!!!"

The white-robed man let out a scream, he clutched his hands and retreated a few feet, and looked at the place where the stone flew in horror and fear.

Wang Ran walked out slowly.

"roll!"

he said softly.

This world is too boring and too weak, why don't he take action to change it.

"who are you?!"

The man in white robe held his hands and gritted his teeth.

"Meow!"

A group of orange shadows sprang out from nowhere, it jumped in front of the white-robed man, bringing up a string of bright red blood beads.

The white-robed man clutched 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 murdering one's life will leave a hole in one's life.

The orange cat turned to look at another person who stopped Yuan Xiaochun.

Its eyes glowed green.

The bearded man turned around and ran away in fright, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Meow ~"

The orange cat let out a soft cry, and then chased after Wang Ran with graceful steps.

Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.

She also chased after Wang Ran in a strange way.

The next day, Xianrenzui reopened in another location in Jiangefang City.

Wang Ran bought a tavern again.

Because there was no publicity in advance, and even the plaque was not changed, there was almost no popularity in the tavern.

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 is only one customer in the tavern at this time, he is a handyman of Jiange, a poor man who can't shake his money.

He was very puzzled when he heard Wang Ran speak.

He looked around and made sure that he was the only one in the tavern, and his doubts grew stronger.

It is said that storytelling is to make money.

He's the only one in the tavern, so how does this storyteller make money?

The handyman shrugged his shoulders, thinking that no matter what, he would not pay for it anyway, and the little money he had was exchanged for drinks.

"Aladdin is bewitched by a sorcerer named Maghreb to a trapped cave to get a magical oil lamp."

An invisible force spread with Wang Ran's voice.

The handyman's eyes became blank.

He kept drinking, and quickly drank the glass of wine in front of him, but he kept repeating the drinking action.

After a while, the story was over.

The handyman woke up suddenly.

He looked at the empty wine cup in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.

what happens?

how do i feel

The handyman turned his head and looked around, only to feel that the whole world has become clear, even a mosquito a hundred meters away can be seen clearly.

He was shocked.

Mosquito watching at 100 meters?

This is the insight only a master can have!

There are not many grandmasters in the entire rivers and lakes!

At this time, a voice sounded next to his ear: "Everyone can only listen to storytelling once for free, and if you want to listen 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 storytelling will be better."

After all, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guests.

"This guest, please go back."

The handyman was surprised and suspicious: "It's you."

He thought to himself, could it be that the improvement of my insight has something to do with the storyteller?

Wang Ran ignored him, just flicked his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force pushed the servant out of the tavern door.

Snapped!

The door of the tavern closed automatically, and the thank you sign fell from the door frame.

The handyman looked at the tavern in shock.

Only then did he become convinced that the change in his insight had something to do with Wang Ran's storytelling.

A word came to his mind.

Chance!

What a great opportunity!

The handyman's heartbeat speeded up crazily.

If his insight was really improved by listening to storytelling, then just listening to storytelling once raised his insight to the level of a master. What if he listened to storytelling a few more times?

Let the power of observation surpass the master?

Observation is neither strength nor physique, and it cannot bring him a substantial improvement, but observation is more important than strength and physique.

Because the power of observation allows him to predict the enemy first, and also allows him to discover the weakness of the enemy's moves. He has the insight of a master at this stage. It can be said that as long as he is not too careless, he is invincible at the same level!

ah! Tianjiao is actually myself!

This is just a storytelling, maybe storytelling can improve other abilities?

But each person can only listen to storytelling once for free.

His chances are gone.

If he wants to step into this tavern again, he has to give the storyteller a satisfactory gift.

He is a small handyman, where can he find gifts?

"I need to tell more people about this tavern."

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 the seniors."

The tavern opened in Fangshi, so it couldn't be hidden.

He had to seize the time to exchange news for resources before the news of this magical tavern spread.

But who can afford the news?

The handyman left in a hurry.

In the tavern, Wang Ran was still sitting at the table, the difference was that a girl in rough linen clothes poured tea for him respectfully.

"Senior, your storytelling is amazing!"

Yuan Xiaochun whispered.

Wang Ran remained silent, and only took a sip of tea.

good.

This skill of making tea is rare in this world.

There is a huge gap between gods and ordinary extraordinary people. Even if they are only soaked in the spiritual power of gods, the spiritual attributes of ordinary extraordinary people will rise accordingly.

This world is too small.

The Jiange elders who fought in his yard last night - the single attribute is only one or two hundred attribute points, and it only needs to be soaked in his spiritual power once to reach it.

He did it because it was so boring.

He came on vacation to relax, but the world was empty and boring, and he decided to create happiness for himself.

Not only that, but he also accepted the task of saving the world.

Originally, he could complete the task as long as he crushed the converts of the evil gods, but he suddenly realized one thing, "poor and weak" - a world can only touch one at most, and it will be over if it touches both.

He is not going to help the world get rich overnight, because wealth needs strength to maintain.

Without strength, no amount of wealth will be exhausted in a very short period of time.

So he decided to teach people how to fish, and he planned to train a few strong men for this world who can take the lead alone, at least reaching the level of the three big bowls of security.

In this way, they can handle the doomsday below the god level by themselves.

The method of using tavern storytelling is because this method contacts many people, and it is easier to find good qualifications, thus saving him time in cultivating talents.

The time for the next storytelling is evening.

In the evening, the person called by the little handyman should also come to expand his sphere of influence a little.

He stroked a ring in his hand.

【Aladdin's Wrench】

[Rubbing the wrench can summon an elf, who can help you do some small things within your power (you'd better use it to do business)]

In the Aladdin myth, there are two genies.

One is the genie of the lamp and the other is the genie of the ring.

The magic power of the Lord of the Rings is much weaker than that of the magic lamp, and it cannot help people realize their wishes. At best, it can be regarded as an intelligent sweeping robot, and can chat with it when it is boring.

"I'll see you off."

Wang Ran flicked his finger and put the finger into Yuan Xiaochun's arms.

Yuan Xiaochun caught it in a hurry.

Wang Ran closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the next storytelling.

"If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to get along in Jiange area!"

At dusk, a few strong men stood in front of the restaurant.

During the day the beneficiary servant stood beside them.

The handyman said tremblingly: "Brother Biao, I'm not sure if that senior will still be speaking about storytelling tonight, but if he's still here, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

The strong man known as Brother Biao snorted coldly: "It's best to be like this."

It's not just them waiting for the tavern to open.

There are some people behind them, and these people are all rushing to the plaque of immortal drunkenness.

In the afternoon, the orange cat brought a piece of wood with good material from nowhere, and Wang Ran asked her to hang up the plaque of the immortal drunk on the spot.

Regular customers spread the word.

They soon learned that Xianrenzui had reopened in a different location, so they all came to join in the show.

But time ticks by.

Seeing that the sky is going to be completely dark, the door of the fairy drunk is not open.

"Why don't you open the door?"

"It's been a long time!"

"Is the door closed tonight?"

Immortal Drunk did not open the door for a long time, the guests around the door were a little irritable and wanted to leave

Just then, a gust of wind blew.

Squeak——

The door to Immortal Drunk slowly opened.

Wang Ran was dressed in white, sat upright in the middle, clapped eye-catchingly, and spoke happily.

"By the way, there was a mountain of flowers and fruits eight hundred years ago."

not doing well today