I'm in the Ark, I really don't have much power

Wu You didn't care at all.

Xiaoyinyin explained.

Linnai scratched his head, but this was the first time he heard this story and the storyteller telling it.

"never mind……"

Linnaeus thought for a few seconds.

Finally, I simply gave up thinking.

soon.

That's the end of the story.

"well!!"

"Wonderful!!"

"Hey! Brother, tell me more!!"

Faced with everyone's urging, the storyteller just shook his head with a smile.

"Enough with the main point of the story."

"Then... how about another one? For example, the previous ending where a single figure only goes to the sky, and the male and female swords divide the world!"

"Anyone who knows how to talk can talk about it. There are endless things in the world, and I have only a few hundred years of life to talk about them. If I still expect to cover everything, it would be a bit greedy."

The storyteller clapped the fan in his hand, indicating that it was time to leave.

"Okay everyone, as usual, my mouth is worthless. But you have to pay for your tea."

"Eh? Is this originally a place for tea?"

The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched, so you don't know? !

In fact, this is really not to blame Linnai and the others.

People almost surrounded the tables and chairs, and Linnai and his party listened from the periphery.

Naturally do not know.

"Ahem, there seem to be a few new faces today. I wonder if the three guests are satisfied with my strange stories?"

Yan Rong and Cross looked at each other, and then both expressed that the other party's words were wonderful.

Wu You looked at it curiously: "Is this true?"

Weird stories.

Wu You is quite interested in this.

"Haha, if it is said that a scholar was infected with ore disease and died in depression before he could fulfill his wish, I am sure it is true."

The storyteller looked at the audience who had paid for tea and left, and sat casually on the chairs.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

After talking for so long, I was already thirsty.

"As for the competition that follows, it is better to say that it is the scholar's fantasy before he dies. Add more fuel and jealousy to make it more interesting."

"That makes sense!" Wu You said with a smile.

"Ultimately, I don't know how much of these anecdotes are true... I'm just interested in this, that's all."

The storyteller looked at Linnaeus: "True and false, false and true, the only thing worth remembering is actually the meaning contained in it and the so-called philosophy of life."

Linnai noticed the storyteller looking at him, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

I always feel like the other person is talking specifically to me...

"Oh, sir, you are really enlightened." Wu You complimented.

The storyteller just smiled and waved his hand, and then asked about the origins of the people in front of him.

"Speaking of which, although I am not a serious storyteller, I have spent a lot of time in this town, so some of you are looking at me strangely, don't you know?"

"cough……"

Yanrong coughed twice.

Wu You immediately reacted: "Ah~ yes, yes, these three friends of mine came from afar to find someone."

"But these three are not familiar with our place in Dayan, so I will help you a little and lead the way. I wonder what you call sir?"

"I have been away from home for many years, and I have long since abandoned my old name. In my early years, I used to write and write, and I called myself the Umbrella-making Practitioner. Although it is a bit shameless, I still use it today."

Hearing this, Wu You immediately shouted, "What a beautiful mood! What a beautiful mood!"

"It's unfortunate. I was forced to leave my hometown. Now I have to use the word Wuyou as my name. Why don't you just call me Brother Wu?"

The three people behind were talking quietly.

Yan Rong: Let me just say that his name was made up!

Cross: Shhh...

Yanrong: Cross?What did you find?

Cross: Huh?Ah, no, I just think it’s fun to see him make up the trick every time.

Yan Rong:? ? ?

Cross: Oh, just like that old Mr. Li from Longmen, he always likes to talk nonsense.

Linnai: Old Li... I guess he's used to it.

Yan Rong: By the way, Linnai, where should we go to find Xi later?

Linnaeus: How about we go back to the inn and rest first, and then think about this issue tomorrow?

Yan Rong: It’s not impossible.

Chapter 319: Storyteller’s Abnormality

"It turns out that we are both fallen people from the end of the world. Who are the three people we are looking for?"

The storyteller asked, feigning confusion.

Wu You didn't pay that much attention: "Hey, as the saying goes, meeting is fate. What a coincidence. The person we are looking for is also a painter."

"Painter? This town is not big, but I have never heard of any painter. What kind of person is he?"

The storyteller continued to ask.

Wu You couldn't tell, after all, he didn't know the so-called painter.

So he turned to look at Lin Nai.

"Uh... benefactor? Can you tell me about it?"

"What kind of person is he..."

Linnai looked at the storyteller in front of him, and he felt a little strange from the beginning.

This storyteller.

The ears are pointed.

Not that there was anything wrong with the tips of his ears, but Linnai always felt familiar.

And that eye color.

Once is a coincidence, twice is an accident, so what is three times?

Linnai didn't know. He didn't think there were such lucky people in the world.

"It's a woman with strange horns on her head."

Lin Nai was silent for two seconds, with a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "He is a guy who likes to stay at home. He usually never leaves the house without leaving the door."

The storyteller's movement of shaking the fan paused imperceptibly, and his expression remained as usual, as if nothing happened in his heart.

"You seem to like some particularly old movies from some places, right?"

"The tool for painting is... a sword."

"Hahaha, when you say that, I'm even less impressed." The storyteller put away his fan.

But he couldn't help but look at Lin Nai in front of him, with a little suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Wuyou looked at Linnai in confusion: "Benefactor, have you admitted your mistake? What kind of painter can paint with a sword?"

"That's right..." Yan Rong tilted his head: "And Nian didn't explain it in such detail, right?"

When the storyteller heard this, his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"Yes, she said that her younger sister is a homebody, timid and not willing to do anything."

Yan Rong scratched her head. Why did she feel that Nian hadn't said this?

Yan Rong didn't notice that a cold glint flashed in the storyteller's eyes.

But Linnaeus noticed.

From the beginning, his eyes have been on this so-called storyteller.

Ears are suspicious, and so are stories.

Lin Nai would inevitably suspect that the other party had something to do with Xi.

But now it seems that it is almost certain that this storyteller is related to Xi.

And he is now.

If nothing unexpected happens, it has already entered Xi's painting, right?

but……

How did he get in...

what.

Lin Nai suddenly realized that when they were on the mountain, those guys knocked people into it.

And in order to help a few people, he also went in.

and so.

At that time, they were already drawn into the picture.

But why?

Linnai rubbed his chin.

It's not that he is narcissistic, but no matter what, Xi seems to be deliberately trying to get him into the painting.

If he had walked in so obediently before, those guys probably wouldn't have come out.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

Lin Nai looked around subconsciously. Isn't that guy Xi hiding there and watching?

Linnai actually had some vague guesses before.

He might even travel through time.

And he traveled to this world a long time ago, otherwise why would Nian know him?

just now.

When he heard the story told by Xi, Lin Nai felt that this guess might be correct.

That’s obviously the story of Jihu, okay!

Just ...

That is, the protagonist becomes a cow.

"Well, this is strange... Could it be that the person the three benefactors are looking for has already left here?"

Wu You murmured thoughtfully.

The storyteller who was secretly sizing up Linnai heard this and immediately said: "There are very few visitors in this town. If it is as everyone said, that strange man should leave an impression on us. I can ask someone to ask for you." "