Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

"Okay, Ning'er."

You are so polite.

Then you're welcome.

Bai Shi, who was jealous, puffed up his pretty face and was about to explode, but was stopped by Ning Guang.

A smile floated from the corner of Ningguang's mouth, and then said:

"Ning'er? This is the first time someone called me that."

"Well, I like it a lot."

"But there is also one thing I want to ask the young master."

Seeing that Ning Guang didn't resist, Lin Zhibei was also in a good mood:

"But it doesn't matter."

He glanced at Second Master Fan who was counting money beside him.

Then his eyes fell back on Lin Zhibei again:

"I don't know if Mr. Lin is interested in a bigger theater?

In the Liuli Pavilion, Ning Guang was talking happily with Lin Zhibei.

This wave of Ningguang is directly face-to-face NTR, and the husband is currently committing crimes.

Pry Lin Zhibei away from Second Master Fan's face.

Who told you, Second Master Fan, that you don't have the ability to tolerate Lin Zhibei?

As for Lin Zhibei, he had to choose between Fan Erye and Tianquan Xingguang.

How difficult is this?

Of course I chose my wife!

Fan Erye didn't have any special kindness towards him.

Besides, it will take some time before the location of Ningguang Theater is selected.

I still have to tell stories in Heyu Teahouse.

At least Fan Erye can earn several million moras.

It is also worthy of him.

What's more, Ningguang also promised to give Fan Erye a sum of money.

I'm afraid that even if the teahouse doesn't open, Second Master Fan will be prosperous and rich in the rest of his life.

After everything was settled, the two entered into a contract.

Just before Ningguang Baishi left, Lin Zhibei asked one last question:

"When is the next time you invite Xian Dianyi?"

"It's still a while, why are you asking this?"

For some reason, an imperceptible smile appeared on Lin Zhibei's face.

After leaving the Liuli Pavilion, he bid farewell to Ningguang Baishi.

Lin Zhibei felt that the future was even brighter.

To know.

One's own popularity is largely affected by the size of the venue.

Lin Zhibei wished he could directly move the Beizhan Theater here to tell himself a story.

If there are [-] people directly seated at full capacity, how popular is it?

You must know that the three-story Heyu Teahouse alone has already accumulated 3000 popularity

Thinking of the 3000 points of popularity, Lin Zhibei immediately called out the system.

"System, draw a lottery!"

PS: The new book is about to start, and the seedlings need everyone to take care of them. I sincerely ask everyone for a wave of data, a flower, and an evaluation ticket are the endless motivation for the author's code words!

Chapter 10 Sword Nine, Six Thousand Miles!

Say goodbye to Ningguang and leave the Liuli Pavilion.

Thinking of the newly added 2000 points of popularity, Lin Zhibei immediately called out the system.

First, he was surrounded by diehard book fans to ask questions, and then he was dragged by Ning Guang and Jie Hu to eat a meal after asking.

This time Lin Zhibei finally had the time to draw the prize he had been thinking of.

"system."

Lin Zhibei thought silently.

【Ding! 】

[The host currently has [-] consecutive lucky draw chances left. 】

(ask for flowers, ask for evaluation tickets)

[The current prize pool is Snow Knife World, do you want to open the lottery now! 】

"lottery!"

Lin Zhibei didn't hesitate.

In an instant, a familiar scene flashed in front of Lin Zhibei.

Ten rays of light flew across the sky in the picture.

It is still the familiar nine blue and one purple.

Seeing that his luck was still so bad, Lin Zhibei couldn't help but sigh.

Hey, if only I could be lucky enough to get a persimmon.

In that case, wouldn't it be ten gold in a row to draw cards?

Ten consecutive ten golds may be an exaggeration, ten consecutive three golds is also acceptable.

It's much better than the bad luck that I have now.

The light flashed, and ten rewards appeared before Lin Zhibei's eyes.

The first one is the purple reward.

When Lin Zhibei saw that line of writing, his expression was so excited that he almost jumped up.

[Lao Huang's Nine Styles of Sword Moves: The memory of sword moves from Sword One to Sword Nine and Six Thousand Miles, you can learn Nine Styles of Sword Moves after receiving it. (This reward does not improve martial arts cultivation)]

"It's actually the pinnacle of sword moves, the sword is nine or six thousand miles away!?"

"However, why is the purple reward for the sword ninety-six thousand miles?"

According to Lin Zhibei's understanding of the story in the snow, Jian Jiu should at least be worth a golden reward according to the card.

But I don't know why, this sword nine is actually only a purple reward.

How fierce is this golden reward?

Open Heaven Sword Intent?

Don't want that much.

Lin Zhibei's excitement at this moment is real, this is a real top sword move!

It is the pinnacle of pure sword moves!

Can't wait, he received such a reward.

At the moment of receiving it, countless memories flooded into Lin Zhibei's mind.

Then Lin Zhibei found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and carefully comprehended the subtlety of this sword move.

In the depths of Lin Zhibei's consciousness, it was like a dream.

In the dream, in front of him was an empty restaurant, silent and empty.

Walking into the restaurant, I only feel the aroma of rice wine in the air.

"What does that mean?"

Lin Zhibei didn't understand, didn't he come to learn Jianjiu?

Why is there only one empty restaurant?

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

Ok?

Lin Zhibei suddenly looked at the source of the sound, and a thick foot appeared behind a table.

"Old Spring?" Lin Zhibei asked tentatively.

As soon as he heard someone calling him, the owner of that foot immediately sat up.

"Xiaoer, I'll let you serve wine." The toothless old man's words were a bit leaky.

Lin Zhibei stretched out his hand to grab the empty space, and a jug full of wine appeared out of thin air.

In the end, it was just a dream, and what he wanted was entirely up to Lin Zhibei's will.

He threw the jug at the old man.

The old man got up immediately.

"Good wine, good wine."

The old man praised, and then seemed a little lonely:

"It's just not as good as the young master's wine."

"That's it."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up and patted the dust on his body casually.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect to find a cheap apprentice here."

"You're here to learn Liuqianli, no matter what, this ordinary sword move is just worrying that no one is willing to learn it except the young master.

The ultimate sword move was described by him as the most common sword move.

It's really humble enough.

"I also ask the old gentleman to enlighten me."

Lin Zhibei was extremely humble, even when dealing with gods, he was never so humble.

"Okay!" The old man shouted, and took another sip of the spirits.

In the next second, a sword box appeared in Lao Huang's hands out of thin air.

The old hand of coarse powder patted the sword case lightly, the sword case opened suddenly, and six famous swords flew out of it

Randomly picked a handful from the air, grinned open his front teeth leaking mouth and murmured:

"These six thousand miles of rivers and lakes, spring comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides."

"You look good."

After speaking, Lao Huang handed out his sword.

In the depths of consciousness that was originally empty, there are clouds and moon, wind and snow.

Just as it used to be.

And the sword light of that sword pierced into the clouds in an instant, and then hung upside down from the sky again.

One drop, six thousand miles.

These six thousand miles are full of wind, cloud, rain and snow, reflecting the sky full of stars and frosty moon.

"Sword nine, six thousand miles."

The sword light turned into bits and pieces of memory in an instant and poured into Lin Zhibei's sea of ​​consciousness.