Rebirth: The Return of the Great

Juxing Restaurant is a restaurant in Shixian County. It is neither high nor low, and there are many customers every day.

Before noon has arrived, the restaurant is already full of guests, and it is very lively when you say a word to me.

What is the topic now?

Of course it was Ye Yan.

Including Ye Zhan Mao Si Hai, rushing Ye Shixiong to step down, and the next day to kill the strong Wang family, the topic is too strong, and everyone is talking about it, and it is getting more and more exaggerated.

There was even a storyteller who would grab traffic and directly compile Ye Yan's actions in the past four days into a storytelling book, and then he talked in the restaurant. However, Zhang Yutai, Wang Tianyuan and others have also become kings, and every move is devastating.

"Pfft!" A girl couldn't help laughing when she heard it, and quickly covered her mouth with her slender hands, but Xiang's shoulders were still shaking, obviously enduring very hard.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Storyteller's eyes are sharp. He noticed it immediately, and immediately put the board away and said, "This girl, do you think I'm making up things?"

"That's not it!" The girl admitted generously, raised her head, and showed a pretty face of Yixi Yiyi, which immediately made the whole restaurant bright, and many people's eyes were straight when they saw it.

How can there be such a beautiful girl!

The key is that it is not only beautiful but also pure, like a clear spring, without a trace of impurities, which makes people feel comfortable to watch.

The storyteller is also a little absent-minded, but storytelling here is his source of income, and naturally he cannot be smashed by others. He smiled, took out a piece of paper, and said, "Little girl, do you know what this is?"

Without waiting for an answer, he said, "This is the gift that Ye Yan gave to Mao Sihai back then."

Hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Mr. Storyteller couldn't help but be triumphant. He was also invited by the Mao family to tell a story and perform a show. He witnessed Ye Yan's arrogance with his own eyes. Later, the father and son of the Mao family were killed, and the scene was in a panic. The "gift" on the ground was picked up, but it was stepped on a few times, leaving a lot of footprints.

Like a treasure, he carefully wiped his footprints and put away the scroll.

Sure enough, now some people questioned, he directly threw out this "evidence", which attracted bursts of exclamations, which made him very useful.

The girl is inexplicable. You can take out a calligraphy and painting as evidence?

Even if it was really written by Ye Yan, what does it have to do with telling you that he can fly away from the sky?

"Huh?" The old man who was eating at the same table with the girl swept his eyes, but was slightly taken aback, he couldn't help putting down his chopsticks, his expression was even more excited, and he whispered to the storyteller, "Brother, can this character be seen by the old man? Have a look?"

"Grandpa!" The girl was surprised.

Others don't know the identity of the old man, will she not know?

Her name is Wang Qingxue, and her grandfather is the famous Wang Tong - but she has nothing to do with the Sucheng Wang family, it just happens to be the same surname - the former dean of Daxia College!

At the beginning, grandfather was a dignified fifth-rank powerhouse, but in order to attack the fourth-rank, he went into trouble. Although he saved his life, his cultivation level slipped to the ninth-rank, but even so, his grandfather's status in Daxia was still extremely high.

- How many students has the old man taught in his life? How many of them have grown into strong ones?

Just pull one out and you can destroy this small town with one hand!

But grandpa actually lost his composure to such an extent because a person named Ye Yan wrote a word. How could she believe it?

The storyteller was a little hesitant, because although Wang Tong was well-dressed and looked like he was not an ordinary person, his expression was too excited, as if he would rob him if he refused to give it, which made him really doubt that if he handed things over, he would turn into meat. The buns beat the dog, and there is no return.

"My grandfather wants to take a look, why are you hesitating, you are afraid that my grandfather won't grab it!" Wang Qingxue said angrily, but looking at her grandfather's increasingly excited expression, even she doubted that grandpa might really reach out and grab it.

"Well, this is one hundred taels of silver notes. Buy this paper from the head office." The girl took out a silver note and slapped it on the table.

One hundred taels!

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, because an ordinary family of three spends only 10 taels of silver a month, which is a huge sum of money for most people, but this girl actually used it to buy a word. A loser.

However, looking at this girl's silk and satin, the workmanship is even more delicate, and she obviously came from a wealthy family.

Do you think one hundred taels of silver is a huge sum of money, but for others it's just pocket money for a day?

The storyteller's face changed immediately, and he was suddenly full of smiles: "Look at what you said, how could I doubt the old gentleman, now, take it! Take it!"

He handed over the word, and with a tick when he took his hand back, the silver note fell into the palm of his hand. He put it in front of him and saw: Chase silver number, one hundred taels of silver and other words came into view. , he immediately grinned, stopped talking about the book, and left directly.

The bank notes of the Chase Silver Number are notoriously fake—even if you take a counterfeit bank note, as long as the words Chase Silver Number are written on it, you can exchange it for real money at the bank, but those who counterfeit the bank note are not. will die horribly.

After Datong Yinhao killed several batches of counterfeiters, at least in the territory of Daxia, no one dared to forge their banknotes.

Therefore, the silver notes of the Chase Silver Number are directly equated with real money.

Wang Tong took the calligraphy and painting handed over by the girl, flattened it on the table and looked at it carefully, his eyebrows twitched, and his hands were shaking.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Wang Qingxue asked quickly.

The grandfather of the whole family loves her the most, and she is also the closest to her grandfather.

Wang Tong closed his eyes first, then rubbed the word "End" with his fingers, before opening his mouth after a long time: "This word is incredible!"

Incredible?

Isn't it a final word?

Wang Qingxue was not afraid of this majestic grandfather in the academy and at home. She pouted and said, "What's so incredible, I'll write it too!"

Wang Tong was amused by her child's words, shook his head and said, "You, either grandpa underestimates you, or he will never be able to write such a rhyme in his life - hehe, don't talk about you, even grandpa doesn't have the ability. ."

"Dao Yun?" The girl asked with her head tilted, playful and cute.

Wang Tong opened his eyes and read the word again: "The person who wrote this word is an absolute master, even if it is just a random stroke, it has the charm of the laws of heaven, you can't tell because your cultivation is too high. low."

"This person is at least a fourth-grade cultivation base!"

"Sure enough, there are too many high-ranking people in the world who don't like fame, are willing to be lonely, and seek the Tao with all their hearts!"

"If the old man could get this word when he attacked the fourth rank, then pondering and studying the Dao rhyme in it might not fail."

When he said the last sentence, the old man couldn't help showing a strong regret.

Although the matter has passed for many years, and he has always told others and himself that he will not tangle again, how can the unwillingness in his heart really disappear.

This time, Wang Qingxue was really moved. Daoyun was too far away from her, but she was able to reach the fourth rank with one word, which made her speechless in shock.

"Come on, let's visit the master who wrote this word."

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