Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 67
"that is it?"

"that is it!"

The same words, different people, the question and answer sides switched positions.

Su Wen got the answer, and smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your guidance."

Taoist Zhang Zhou glanced at him and asked, "Are you still planning to continue storytelling?"

"nature!"

Su Wen nodded: "This is a livelihood, but also a hobby!"

"That was before, now..."

Taoist Zhang Zhou looked at him, and said pointingly: "It's hard to make a living, and it's not certain what you like. Why don't you go to the exam to get fame, even if your fate is lost, with your talent, you can win a job, get an official position, and be rich for a lifetime." Not difficult."

Su Wen shook his head, as if he didn't hear his implication, he said with a light smile, "Thank you for your advice, Daoist, but I really don't have any desire for fame and fame, and I don't want to go up and down in the officialdom."

"is it?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou smiled and said, "Then come to Baiyun Hall. I'll give you a job as a shopkeeper. You can just do the calculations at the counter every day. Although you don't have a lot of money, you can still save some wealth. It's not like doing that." Artists are so angry and begging for food?"

Su Wen still shook his head, and said: "Su Wen is very grateful for the care of the Taoist priest, but he still has to support himself and be self-reliant. A man is born in the world and cannot rely on others for food and clothing."

"Are you really determined after eating the weight?"

"Never mind!"

After Su Wen said so, what else could Taoist Zhang Zhou say, he just stood up and said with a sigh: "People have their own ambitions, and I can't force you to be an old man. Since you want to be a storyteller, then go ahead and do it. On the one-acre three-point land in Anping County, I can still cover the old Daoist, but don't say it too much, I don't want to see you beheaded."

Su Wen understood what he meant, got up too, cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Taoist priest, Su Wen understands!"

Hearing this, Taoist priest Zhang Zhou didn't say any more, and lifted the wine jar on the table with one hand: "Boy Su, you are a smart person, but there is a saying that cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness. That's all for now. You can do it yourself. Old way to go!"

"Taoist, go slowly!"

"what……"

After some conversation, both of them knew what the other was alluding to, but neither of them was willing to open the skylight to say it.

But there is no way, some words, some things, even if everyone knows it well, they can't be said in the open.

Su Wen sent Taoist priest Zhang Zhou away, and he didn't stay in Baiyun Hall for long. He took the medicine prepared by Taoist priest Zhang Zhou, and left Baiyun Hall to return to his small home in the south corner of the city.

He has a lot going on.

The consultation and conversation just now cleared up a lot of fog for him.

The world, the Great Zhou, the immortal dynasty on the earth, the civil and military kingly way, the road to the sky is broken, and it is difficult to practice...

This is the general trend of the world.

In addition to the general trend, there are also minor trends, such as the pattern in Anping County.

Anping is only a small county, and it is difficult to raise dragons in shallow water. Apart from the special existence of Baiyunguan Faming Temple, as well as the royal aura, which is the symbol of the imperial court, Anping County does not have any powerful forces with profound backgrounds and astonishing backgrounds.

Those so-called noble families are only powerful in one county. Only the one-acre land in Anping County can be considered noble and aristocratic families. They are nothing more than ordinary goods in Fucheng, or even worse. After all, local snakes are stronger than locals. , nothing without land.

Zhang Zhou, a second-level Taoist cultivator, was born in a major Taoist sect like Baiyun Temple. Let alone in Anping, even in Fucheng, he is a well-known number one figure.

With Su Wen covered by his tiger skin, if he continues to be a storyteller, he will be safe and sound. No noble person will dare to trouble him. Even the government representing the court should give him face.

Therefore, Su Wen can be honest, tell stories and accumulate strength with peace of mind. As long as he does not commit suicide and touch those red lines, no one will come to trouble him, unless a dragon enters the shallows and breaks the peace. county layout.

Is Su Wen satisfied with this?

Do not!
He is not satisfied!
Taoist Zhang Zhou's face has indeed given him a safe environment, but this safe environment is not safe.

What is given by others is given by others after all, and he can take it back if he can give it to you. If you rely on him for your own safety, that is irresponsible for your own personal safety.

Relying on the mountain, the mountain will fall, relying on the water, the water will flow!

Only by relying on yourself can you have peace of mind!
Su Wen wanted to create a safe storytelling environment for himself.

How to make it?
Su Wen already had a blueprint and a plan in his heart, and with only a little time to accumulate, this goal can be achieved!
and so……

Time flies like a flash, and it is two months in a blink of an eye, from mid-July to mid-September.

Two months, for people, is just a flick of a finger, and there is no major impact or change. This small Anping County is also normal, life is as usual, and everything is as usual.

As for the turmoil that occurred during the Obon Festival two months ago, no one knew about it, no one remembered it, and no one paid attention to it. It was just that there were a few more commonplace rumors in Goulan, and there was no other disturbance.

Su Wen's life is also ordinary, except that monk Yunzhen came to him halfway, gave him a bottle of elixir, and a book about the practice method of Faming Temple, there is nothing worth talking about, he should be on stage, he should be storytelling storytelling.

But extraordinary things are often brewed in the ordinary, and if nothing happens, it will be a blockbuster!
September [-]th, the usual day passed, and it was evening again.

The Feiyun Gang, throwing a big banquet tonight, celebrating from top to bottom, to congratulate the new grandmaster of the gang and the leader of the three gangs, Yun Zhongbao!
The Feiyun Gang is the upstart in Anping County. After Zhang Qingfang died and the Black Wind Hall disbanded, they stepped forward and took over the territory of the Black Wind Hall. Underworld order and underground balance.

The previous Heifengtang had three guild masters, and now the Feiyun Gang also has three guild leaders. The three different Heifengtang lords are brothers of the opposite sex. First blood.

The strengths of the two sides are also very different. Of the three masters of the Black Wind Hall, only Zhang Qingfang is a Huajin warrior and a mortal master, while the three masters of the Feiyun Gang, the eldest, Yun Zhonglong, and the second son, Yun Zhonghu, are all Huajin. In terms of cultivation, the third child, Yun Zhongbao, also made a breakthrough today, the new Grandmaster.

A bunch of Sanhuajin!

In the past, this strength was enough to dominate Anping.

Although today is different from the past, martial arts masters and mundane masters are not so valuable, but they are still enough to compete with the iron master and jointly control the underworld in Anping County.

Several big families in Anping County are also standing behind the two big gangs, fighting openly and secretly, intrigues, for fame and fortune, for money, for sex, beaten to the brim, very lively.

This is Jianghu!
It's not that there is no fresh clothes and angry horses, the lofty ambition and romanticism of holding a sword to the end of the world.

It's just more of this kind of black and white intertwining, good and evil are indistinguishable, you fight each other, intrigue, and precarious cruel bloody.

The rivers and lakes, blood and rain, swords and swords are the real rivers and lakes, and the stories of knights... are just stories.

At least most of them are.

Yesterday's Heifengtang was also cooked with such a fierce fire, and the flowers were blooming, but in the blink of an eye, the times have changed, and things have changed.

Who can last long?

Who cares?

Cause and effect cycle, reincarnation!
(End of this chapter)