moving city, ark

"Why not?"

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The place where Mr. Storyteller is located is a rich family compound. Although the gate building cannot be said to be magnificent, compared with the country houses in the surrounding towns, the gap is still obvious at a glance.

There are houses with carved beams and painted buildings, exquisitely carved gardens, and a vast courtyard wall, but the gate of the courtyard wall is open.From time to time, one or two plainly dressed townspeople can be seen rushing into the yard, first throwing a coin into the wooden box placed on the table at the door, and then finding a place behind the crowd to sit down .

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two walked towards the gate of the yard.

On one side of the gate was an exquisite wooden box about one foot square, filled with bronze coins of the same style, and no one looked around.

The whole wooden box full of money, and the gate to the yard, just stood there in a daze.

Looking around with interest, Luo Yi also threw two coins in, and then stepped into the gate with Mostima beside him.

"...The scholar lost his old friend, and his heart is ashamed..."

As he got closer, the storyteller's voice became clearer, and he didn't care about two listeners who came to the yard with completely different clothes from the surrounding townspeople.

At the back of the crowd, there was a bucket of tea and two stacks of teacups. No one was looking at them, and they seemed to be self-serving.

Not interested in this, Luo Yi directly pulled Mostima beside him to find a nearby seat and sat down, listening to the story with great interest.

……

The stories told by Mr. Storyteller are probably about a poor scholar who indulges in drawing unseen things.It's just that compared with ordinary stories, it has a bit more rural tales, ghosts and ghosts.

"Hey—so, what did that scholar draw in the end?"

"Who knows."

Luo Yi shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression, "It may be that there is nothing, or it may be something unheard of, but the biggest possibility is that this whole story was fabricated out of thin air by people with nothing to do."

"So it's Urban Strange Tale?"

"Is it close?"

"It seems that the two of you seem to have a lot of insight into the story I just told."

While the two were chatting happily, a very familiar voice came from the side.

Of course it sounds familiar, after all, I just listened to it for a while.

"I can't talk about insights, but I have seen a lot of various scenes, and some people can even confuse them with ghost stories and myths. Naturally, it is difficult to be surprised."

Luo Yi turned his head, with an impeccable business smile on his face.

"Oh? Your Excellency's words make people quite curious."

The storyteller's face showed a little emotional expression, "I don't have complicated and trivial things on weekdays. The biggest pastime is to read some anecdotes and stories, and then tell others to listen to them. I wonder if you can share the stories in your mouth. Tell me and listen, so that I can open my eyes."

"Well, it's okay to talk about it."

Hearing the conversation between the two, many people beside them who were about to leave the venue also cast curious eyes, stopped to watch, and wanted to hear what mysterious things this stranger who had never seen before could say. Second matter.

Afterwards, Luo Yi, who was wearing a hoodie and trousers, folded his legs, folded his arms, and said leisurely: "I have seen a powerful country other than Great Yan, and the capital of a country that stretches for hundreds of miles has been covered by magic spells." In the blockade, tens of millions of people were trapped in the cannibal black mist, demons and alien species attacked the last sanctuary of human beings everywhere, and the demon kings on the same mountain and human elites fought battles with warships."

"I have also seen the ghostly fleet in the depths of the ocean. No matter how many times it is destroyed, it will return to its original state. It comes without a trace and goes without a trace. Even Dayan and the nations can't catch it, and it is disturbed by it. .”

"There is also the boundless snowfield in the extreme north, the exploration ships that blizzards and shadows trap human beings, and the boundless starry sky beyond the high sky, the ancient ruins that began before human beings, covering the ocean and drowning endless giant beasts The continuous natural disasters, even the god whose will spans the deep sea—"

"—"

Looking at Luo Yi who was talking eloquently, many people around showed dumbfounded expressions, even the storyteller who stood in front of the two showed a trace of astonishment on his gentle face.

"Then what, has any of you ever seen a city with tens of millions of people? Oh boy, how big is this?"

"The farthest place I have been has been to Hongdong Mountain, not to mention the cities outside Dayan, we have never seen what our own city looks like."

"Mom! I also want to go to the sky to see the stars!"

"..."

There was a buzzing discussion all around.

The storyteller quickly adjusted the expression on his face, waving his fan and said with some emotion: "The things your Excellency said are really magnificent scenes that people have never heard of, and people dare not even think about."

"Oh? Sir, won't you think that what I said is a nonsense?"

Luo Yi asked back with a smile.

"If this kind of scene can be fabricated out of thin air, it is worth writing down and recording, and it is a good story to pass on to people. I have to thank you for sharing these stories with me."

The folding fan in Mr. Storyteller's hand slapped, "In this way, if the two of you come here for something, you can find a room to stay in my room. Treat it as the tea money I paid you."

"Haha, sir's tea money is only a small penny, how can my few words deserve such hospitality?"

The storyteller shook his head.

"My mouth is worthless. The guest room at home is also empty. If I can hear more detailed descriptions of Cai's story from your mouth, my hospitality will be worth more than what I paid for."

"I see. It seems that Mr. really likes to listen to stories. No wonder he would share them with others here. If that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Patting his trouser legs and standing up from the seat, Luo Yi seemed to have remembered something, and continued to ask with a smile on his face, "Speaking of which, we have been chatting for a long time, but I haven't asked the gentleman's name yet."

"I have been away from home for many years, and I have long since abandoned my old name. In my early years, I used the name 'Cooking Umbrella Layman'. Although it is a bit shameless, it is still used today."

"I see, Mr. Cooking Umbrella, this is interesting."

Luo Yi didn't show any strange expression at all. Luo Yi just continued to say with a smile, "My surname is Luo, and I have only one name. This is my wife, Mostima... Next, I will probably bother you for a few days."

"It's okay."

Mr. Cooking Umbrella's crimson pupils swept across the dark blue angel who was also wearing a hoodie but changed into shorts, and finally fell back on Luo Yi.

"I'm also very interested in Mr. Luo Yi, it would be better if we could spend more time communicating with each other..."

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"I don't know, but I haven't asked the two of you what you want to do in Poshan Town?"

Mr. Cooking Umbrella led the two of them to walk in the courtyard, "Although the local town is considered beautiful, it is actually poor and empty. It seems that there is nothing worthy of guests coming from afar."

"Hehe, sir, you are too modest. With a wonderful person like you here, this town will not be poor."

Luo Yi smiled, "My wife and I came here this time, but it's not really an important matter. It's just a rare trip to Dayan. It just so happens that my master has a sister with a weird personality. It is said that she is always behind closed doors. When going out, I always go to deep mountains and old forests and other places where no one comes and goes. I always worry about my sister, so I stopped by to have a look around. If I happen to meet my little sister-in-law, I can take care of my master for a while. two."

"..."

Mostima, who was walking beside him, looked at Luo Yi with a smile on his face, talking nonsense seriously.

"So that's why, in order to relieve master's worries, he did not hesitate to take a detour to this remote mountainous place. Your master really has a good apprentice."

Mr. Cooking Umbrella sighed.

"It's natural~"

Luo Yi smiled and said, "I have a very good relationship with my master."

Mr. Boiled Umbrella nodded.

"I don't know the characteristics of the person Mr. Luo is looking for. I probably know most of the people in this town. I can also look for you."

"I only know that it is a painter, and I can recognize it at a glance."

"……Gone?"

"Gone."

Luo Yi spread his hands innocently, "Do you have any clues, sir?"

"This, I'm afraid not."

Mr. Cooking Umbrella shook his head, "Your statement is too broad. But if there is someone who can be remembered at a glance, I should also have some impressions."

"In this case, it seems that I can only rely on myself."

He didn't show any disappointment, Luo Yi just replied with a smile.

"Alright. The house of the two of you is here. In the whole yard, this should be the best location. My residence is not far from here. If you have something to do, you can come to me at any time."

While talking, Mr. Cooking Umbrella reached out and pushed open a wooden door in front of the three of them, and an antique room appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr. Lao, don't worry."

"The two are resting here, so I won't bother you for now."

Nodding his head, Mr. Cooking Umbrella just left.

"..."

The figure who was watching the other party disappeared around the corner, and before turning his head, Mastema's voice came from the other side.

"Ah, this room seems to be quite nice."

"Huh? Is it?"

Turning around, he followed into the house.

The guest rooms with Yan Kingdom characteristics are like the wing rooms seen in costume dramas.

Simple tables, chairs and benches, magnificent ink paintings painted on the screen, detailed carvings layered on the door beams and under the eaves, picture scroll porcelain bottles, tea and snacks, everything is available.

Of course, there is also the indispensable large bed that is placed at the innermost side of the room and looks like new.

"Oh. Actually, I really want to come and live in such a house in Yan Kingdom."

Luo Yi sighed, and took a pear from the plate on the table, with water droplets on it, "Well, the taste is not bad, have a bite?"

"is it?"

Mostima, who turned back in the room, followed the pear's gap and left a new small tooth mark, "Well, it always feels a little lacking in reality."

While chewing 'Kacha Kacha', she said.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Luo Yi smiled and continued to nibble on the pear in his hand.

"It's been a while since we've been in this place, and the sun above doesn't seem to have moved its position?"

Mostima glanced out the window, then stretched out his hand to grab Luo Yi's hand, and continued to gnaw on the pear, "But it seems meaningless to talk about the weather in this place."

After all overhead day and night appear together.

"Sure enough, the taste is quite good, but it still feels too empty. It's the same as the whole town."

Ms. Mostima analyzed it very reliably.

Then, he glanced at the smiling Luo Yi: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Umbrella Cooking?"

"Hmph, I don't know~"

Some people thought of him as Mrs. Yazhai before.

"Then why don't you go sleep with that Mr. Umbrella Boiler tonight?"

"Pfft, cough cough! What the hell?"

He almost spit out the pear in his mouth.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Mostima had a happy smile on his face and crossed his arms.

"I see that you have a good chat with him, don't you?"

"Hey, that's just a coincidence."

"is it?"

Mostima showed a surprised expression on his face, "I didn't go to the inn, but went to someone else's house to stay. I thought you had some special habit?"

While saying this, Mastema showed a smile ready to watch the show again.

"If it's a hobby, of course not."