Storyteller in Wudi City, comment on the top ten sword immortals at the beginning

Early morning the next day.

With the first rays of daylight entering the house.

Su Han woke up from the bed.

Turning around, the bed was a mess.

There was no one around him.

But last night it was all vividly remembered.

"I didn't expect that kind of thing would happen when I was drunk..." Su

Han sat up, rubbed his face, and his smile gradually became presumptuous.

"Sure enough, wine is a good thing."

Just as he was about to get up.

The door was opened.

"Gongzi, I came to serve you to wash."

Guo Xiang, a little girl in green, burst in with a basin of hot water and happened to see Su Han who got up from the bed.

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

After three breaths.

Su Han said lazily, "Have you seen enough?"

Only then did Guo Xiang react, and the redness spread from his neck, instantly covering his cheeks and earlobes.

She quickly turned away, embarrassed.

"I, I put the water here."

After saying that, she was like seeing some flood beast, and she covered her face and fled without looking back.

Su Han glanced down.

"Is it that scary? Isn't it a little bit bigger than ordinary people? Just

as he picked up his clothes to put on.

The door that had just been closed was kicked open again.

"Su Han! You bastard did something to Xiao

Zhao..." Zhao Min, who broke in with his sword, stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

She looked at Su Han, and her snow-white pretty face instantly turned red.

Su Han said helplessly: "I haven't seen it, as for this reaction?"

Zhao Min bit his teeth lightly, his face was red and embarrassed.

"You shameless!!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

A little under her feet, she held the sword and stabbed towards Su Han.

Su Han's eyes lit up.

"Smell the chicken and dance? The county owner is so hardworking, I like it so much.

He raised his finger, and a little golden light exploded in his fingertip, turning into a golden wire, drawing away the sword in Zhao Min's hand, and then wrapped around Zhao Min's body like a spiritual thing, tying her up.

"What is it? Let me go! Su Han, you shameless and despicable bastard!

Zhao Minzheng blushed and struggled desperately.

But that golden silk thread was like a legendary immortal lock, and she couldn't break it no matter how she struggled.

"Oblivious."

Su Han smiled wickedly and approached her.

"As the lord of the Mongol county, the county lord should know what will happen if the assassin fails to assassinate when the two armies are engaged, right?"

"You, what are you going to do?"

"Don't... Not. "

............

Half an hour later.

After getting dressed, Su Han, who was refreshed, walked out of the house.

Inside the house.

Zhao Min, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes after a while.

She stood up straight with her hands, feeling the lingering foreign body sensation in her throat and the feeling of fullness in her belly, and faintly gagging.

Turn your head to look at the blue sky outside the window.

Zhao Min's eyes were a little sad.

Mowgli, Muji, who made you have to choose to save the brothers of the Ming Sect.

You know.

Even Xiao Zhao was killed by your trusted Mr. Su.

If you don't come back....

Your Min'er is really about to become him....

..............................

As soon as Su Han walked downstairs, he bumped into the bookseller who came to find him.

The two came to the elegant room.

The middle-aged bookseller said to him with a respectful expression:

"Mr. Su, here is the money for selling the book this time."

He waved his hand, and the guy next to him immediately brought two large boxes.

"The last issue of "Wu Po Cang" has received a good response in the Liyang Dynasty, this is the dividend from selling the "Wu Po Sky" script this month, according to the three or seven points said before, here is 70%, a total of 834,900 taels, I have exchanged it for gold and silver tickets for Mr. Su."

The guy opened two large chests with dense gold bars and silver tickets.

Su Han nodded indifferently.

"Let it go."

Seeing his appearance of treating money like dung and not interested in money, the middle-aged bookseller became more and more admiring.

Su Han spoke: ""Wu Shao Qiao" has ended, the limelight has passed, and I am afraid that there will not be much profit to be made in Liyang next." The

middle-aged bookseller nodded:

"Indeed."

He looked at Su Han with some expectation: "Mr. Su, do you have any plans to tell a new story in the near future?"

Su Han took a sip of tea and shook his head, "I have no plans for the time being." "

This way."

"You don't have to be disappointed, there are ways to make money."

Su Han said, the middle-aged bookseller raised his head

, "Although "Wu Shao Qiao" has finished in Liyang, it is still a fresh story for other dynasties, and the story of young blood can attract readers anywhere, if you have a way to sell the book to other dynasties, such as Beili, you can naturally make a few more profits."

When the middle-aged bookseller heard this, his eyes lit up.

"That's a good idea!"

He said with some distress: "But I have always only done business in Liyang, and I haven't gone to other countries to sell things, I don't know..."

Su Han said: "Shen Wansan of Daming, the Mu family of Beili, and the merchants of Daqin, as long as you say hello and discuss the benefits, you will find that things are simpler than you think." The

middle-aged bookseller listened, his eyes shining.

"Listen to Mr. Su's words, read books for ten years, and understand in the next."

The two chatted for a while more.

The middle-aged bookseller said with a face: "Mr. Su, can you reveal to me which are the top four sword immortals in the world?"

"I can't tell you this, it's not interesting to say it in advance, tomorrow is the day of commentary, you can listen to it yourself."

"It's not a secret, in fact, recently Liyang has had a lot of gambling games about the remaining four sword immortals, and many rich family sons and jianghu sects have also participated, and there are not a few people who bet on the first place in the peach blossom sword immortal, and I just want to know this in the next." The middle-aged bookseller said, approached Su Han, and said softly:

"If you want to bet 200,000 taels in the next place, if you win, you can score eight or two points with Mr. Su, and only take two points in the next one."

Su Han smiled:

"A steady and profitable transaction, you will be able to do business."

"Mr. Su has won the award."

Su Han beckoned and let him approach.

Whisper two sentences.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

......

After the bookseller left.

Su Han raised his hand and put two boxes of money into the system space.

Although he is not short of money, who would be afraid of too much money.

Money talks.

I think that he relied on Qian Duo to worship under the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and become the first big disciple of the Snow Moon Sword Immortal.

......

Just walked out of the room.

Su Han heard a loud sound from downstairs.

"Is Su Han available?"

Also because Lei Wujian, who was lying on the table because of drinking last night, heard the voice, his eyes opened sharply, and he jumped up and looked at the person:

"Who are you?"

A young swordsman walked in the doorway, his eyebrows quite proud.

"Liyang swordsman, Li Haoran, come to ask the sword."