Teacher is too tough

The child picked up the birdcage that had fallen on the ground, handed it to Old Man Xu, and said, "Grandpa Xu, be careful, don't kill the bird."

Old Man Xu has returned to normal and said with a smile: "If you fall to death, how can a bird fall to death?"

The child said: "The birdcage was broken and the bird flew away. Wouldn't Grandpa Xu be sad too?"

Old Man Xu touched his head and said: "I know, Grandpa Xu will be careful in the future, where Mr. Storyteller will tell stories. Grandpa Xu has nothing to do and wants to join in the fun."

The child uttered an ouch and was busy talking. Only then did he realize that he had been left far behind by his companions. He ran away. As he ran, he turned back and said: "Grandpa Xu will come slowly by himself at the Chunlai Teahouse. I won't wait for you." He ran away in a flash.

Old Man Xu still had the same smile as before, and walked slowly towards Chunlai Teahouse.

When we arrived at the teahouse, it was already full of people, not only children who liked to listen to Jianghu stories, but also people of all ages, from all walks of life, and it was very lively.

In the eyes of these people, what are three mountains, five mountains and twelve caves?The people living there are all immortals who don’t eat the fireworks of this world!
How dare someone dare to besiege Laojun Mountain?
What?Are there sixteen immortal sects from the Five Mountains and Twelve Cave Heavens besieging Laojun Mountain?
what happened?Why are these gods fighting?

Too many people were curious about this fact. As the news gradually spread, as long as there was no urgent matter at hand, they put it aside for the time being and gathered at the teahouse in the morning.

Soon the nearby streets were packed to the brim.

It wasn't until the owner of Chunlai Teahouse announced that the storyteller would be giving lectures here for ten consecutive days that the crowd finally dispersed.

Old man Xu didn't squeeze in or leave. He just stood outside the crowd with the birdcage in hand, looking at the crowd in front of him with a smile.

One person said: "Mr. Xu, you can't hear anything standing here. Go back as soon as possible. If you want to hear, come early tomorrow."

Old Man Xu said: "Don't be in a hurry, I haven't seen so many people together for a long time. As I get older, I like the excitement. Let's watch it for a while."

Not long after, the teahouse officially opened.

The storyteller naturally didn't know the whole story. He only said that the sixteen mountain sects wanted to compete for the ranking among the three mountains, five mountains and twelve caves, so they launched a brazen attack on Laojun Mountain.

According to the storyteller, the more than 1 Jianghu people were also invited from the Sixteen Mountain Gates.

The storyteller was frothing at the mouth and told the story of the battle between the two sides in a wonderful way. He also included many made-up details, which lasted for almost an hour.

However, the audience did not find it verbose at all and listened with great interest. The picture painted by the storyteller was in line with their imagination of gods fighting.

Outside the teahouse, Old Man Xu's hand holding the birdcage was gently clenched. I'm afraid he was the only one who felt that this storyteller was talking nonsense, and wanted to strangle him by the neck and take out the result of this battle from his mouth.

In fact, he knew very well that although Laojun Mountain was strong, it might not be able to survive the siege of more than 300 Qiankun Realm members from the sixteen mountain gates.

After rumbling on for a long time, the story finally got to the point that Old Man Xu was concerned about.

"There is a huge disparity in the number of people between the two sides. Laojunshan was finally defeated. Half of the disciples on the mountain were killed, and the remaining half, including the six Laojunshan masters, had exhausted their strength. They were like fish on the chopping board. Let others slaughter you.”

At this point, the audience below heard a buzz and the pot exploded.

"Is this the end of the most sacred place in the world?"

"Fighting alone, I still persisted for so long. I am worthy of being the most holy place in the world..."

"In the future, three mountains, five mountains and twelve caves will become two mountains, five mountains and twelve caves?"

"Those sixteen families are too shameless to bully the few with more. Who kind of gods are they?"

"Shut up! No matter how shameless you are, you are still a god with great magical powers. Be careful to tell them to listen, they will crush you to death with one finger!"

"..."

The storyteller waited for a long time, and just when the discussion was about to subside, he slapped the tree suddenly and loudly said: "At this moment, the seventh little master of Laojun Mountain descended from the sky with a few friends! "After he slapped the alarm, there was an instant silence in the teahouse. However, as soon as these words came out, there was another buzz that exploded the camp.

"Oops, I forgot about the seventh little master of Laojun Mountain!"

"That's not right. Wasn't the seventh master of Laojun Mountain expelled from the mountain? I heard Mr. Shu say that last time."

"Then you should also know that it was a helpless act by the master of Laojun Temple. Although he was kicked out of the temple, the friendship is still there!"

Someone asked the storyteller loudly: "Are you sure it is the seventh little master of Laojun Mountain who descended from the sky? He is only in his twenties, right? How can he have such a high level of cultivation?"

The storyteller smiled calmly: "Of course I am sure. You cannot have such a high level of cultivation in your twenties? That is the seventh little master of Laojun Mountain. How can it be compared to ordinary people? Otherwise, how could someone become the little master of Laojun Mountain? You no?"

The man was speechless for a long time, speechless.

The storyteller continued: "Not only the young master of Laojun Mountain, but also the few friends he brought with him are all young, but all of them have entered the realm of Qiankun and have reached extremely high levels of cultivation. Of course, among these people, It’s still the young master from Laojunshan who has the highest cultivation level!”

There was a lot of discussion among the audience.

Next, the storyteller started frothing at the mouth again, talking about how the little master of Laojun Mountain led his friends to fight the enemy in a majestic battle.

Outside the teahouse, Old Man Xu relaxed his clenched hands and was just a little distracted.

When he first heard that Wang Xuanyi had taken on the role of a master, he had been puzzled for a long time. Even if he was a prodigy, he wouldn't need such courtesy, right?
Now I heard that Li Qingshi stepped into the Qiankun Realm at the age of more than [-] years old, which is unprecedented and unprecedented. There is nothing wrong with Wang Xuanyi doing this.

He knew that the storyteller's words could not be fully believed, but he did not doubt this statement. Even if the storyteller did not know the inside story, he must not be wrong about the general context of the matter. If he was not clear about it, he would never tell nonsense.

Old Man Xu began a long wait again, waiting for the storyteller to arouse the emotions of the listeners so that they could know the subsequent development of the incident.

Finally, it was said that the Little Master of Laojunshan defeated his opponents and successfully captured the invading enemies. However, at this point, the storyteller was suddenly shocked again and said: "I want to hear about the Seventh Little Master of Laojunshan." How did the ancestors avenge Laojun Mountain? Please come back after lunch!"

The listeners were listening with great interest, and boos broke out everywhere, but looking at the sky, it was indeed almost noon, so they had to disperse.

Some of them were afraid that they would not be able to get a seat in the afternoon, so they even stopped eating and only ordered some snacks from the teahouse.

Old man Xu shook his head and smiled, but did not go home. He found a small shop for lunch, and then returned to the teahouse with the birdcage.

He moved quickly enough, but he still failed to get a seat, so he had to stand outside and listen with his extraordinary hearing.

In the afternoon, the storyteller began to tell how Li Qingshi led everyone to "attack" the top of the mountain where the sixteen mountain gates were entrenched one by one.

The audience listened with excitement, but old man Xu couldn't help but frown slightly.

Obviously aware of the hidden dangers.

By the end of the story, Li Qingshi had "conquered" ten mountains and was heading towards No. 11.

Old Man Xu carried the birdcage and left, walking leisurely and slowly, just like usual.

He came to Dongcheng, entered a drug store, walked through the hall and went directly to the backyard.

It was almost evening. An old man in the front hall, who looked about the same age as Mr. Xu, was slightly stunned. He followed him to the backyard and asked, "Grandpa, where did you eat lunch? Why didn't you come back?"

Old Man Xu said: "Get ready to move. We'll leave tonight."

The old man was stunned and asked: "Where to move to?"

Old man Xu said: "Qiongzhou." (End of this chapter)