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

A young man covering his dark circles spoke angrily.

"I was punched in vain just to compete with Wang Er next door whether he is a first-rank warrior or God's Eye."

The people around laughed when they heard this.

As for Lin Zhibei on the stage, he also smiled when he heard the words, but he didn't answer the chatter from the audience.

"Crash" sounded.

The fan opens.

Immediately, the audience was silent.

Opening the fan means that the husband is about to open the book.

If you don't want to be thrown out by the rest of the audience, you'd better shut up.

"Snapped!"

Lin Zhibei patted Xingmu in his hand.

[The injury is most severe in the cold weather, and the haggard is unbearable. 】

[Invite wine to destroy the intestines and get drunk for three cups, and find the fragrance to startle the dream at five o'clock cold. 】

[The head of the hairpin and the phoenix Xieqing are in tears, and I have no chance to spend the flowers in full bloom. 】

[The lonely heart of the small building is as hard as a hook... It's also hard to be round! 】

[We said in the last book...]

In an unremarkable private room on the second floor, an acquaintance of Lin Zhibei was sitting.

This person is wearing a gray suit, the scarf streamer fixed on the chest is thrown back from the left shoulder, and the red mask with evil eyes is worn obliquely on the short orange hair.

A pair of blue pupils, which were similar in color to the eyes of God, looked at Lin Zhibei in the audience with a smile.

It is the last executive officer of the Fools of the Winter Kingdom, the son, Dadalia.

But this time he didn't come to find fault and fight, he really just came to listen to the book.

You know, the son likes to fight fiercely, and he is very interested in hearing the story of someone lifting a snow knife on the road.

I even bought Wanwen Jishe’s magazines to read, but I didn’t feel satisfied just reading them, so I wanted to listen to them.

For this private room, he directly paid enough for a year's subscription for his own use.

It can only be said to be a walking wallet.

While listening to Lin Zhibei repeating the previous passage, the young master said to himself:

"Listening to books is really a good pastime."

"Let's take a break before making a big fuss..."

PS: The new book sets sail, the seedlings need everyone's care, sincerely ask everyone for a wave of data, a flower, and an evaluation ticket are the endless motivation of the author's code words!

Can the Chapter 7 system still have the eyes of God?Twenty companies! (seeking flower evaluation tickets)

[The old spring picked up the sword box on his back and rushed to the East China Sea to compete with the second sword fairy and martial saint in the world. 】

"Six thousand miles? What a name!"

"The name of this sword move almost matches the name of the sword move in "Shen Qiu Picking up Swords Records"."

"I like this name, it feels very quack."

Some people were moved by the name of this sword move, while others were worried for Lao Huang.

"He probably won't die in the East China Sea."

A listener whispered.

"What nonsense?"

Instead, Lin Zhibei took a look at the man.

Prophet, the sword is gone.

[As the saying goes, I use my life as a greeting card to welcome persimmons into the rivers and lakes! 】

【Jian Nine, six thousand miles! 】

Speaking of this, Lin Zhibei secretly released a trace of sword intent, swinging in the teahouse.

In line with the excitement of the audience, everyone in the audience felt as if they were on the scene

This is the application of sword intent that Lin Zhibei thought of temporarily, and it seems to work well.

Go on.

[Lao Huang's sword move is as powerful as an earth immortal! 】

"Earth Immortal, it sounds very powerful."

"Shouldn't this sword be directly crushed by the Martial Saint of the East Sea?"

"As expected of Persimmon's first master, he is amazing."

Those who praised Laohuang in the audience whispered to each other.

Lin Zhibei combined the swordsmanship routines of the senior storytellers to bring this battle to life.

Coupled with the sword intent emanating from himself, the audience in the audience were amazed!

[The wind is tight this time, but Lao Chun doesn't care! 】

[Lao Huang lost, but he lost so freely! 】

[In Go, retreat is the key to advance. It seems that Laohuang lost this battle. 】

[However, it was also this defeat that attracted Shizi to take the little clay figurine on a second tour of the rivers and lakes! 】

[Also lead the one-armed sheep-fur old man under Tingchao Pavilion to go with Persimmon to see the current rivers and lakes! 】

The so-called I use my life as a greeting card to welcome persimmons into the rivers and lakes, that's exactly what it is!

Although Lin Zhibei explained the ins and outs clearly, the audience under the stage didn't care about it, and some of them were still immersed in sadness.

"Old groom, my old groom, woo woo woo."

【The old sheep fur man just flicked it with his fingers, and in the heavy rain, a drop of water was hit by the flick and drifted away. 】

[It actually resorted to a trick of "stringing rain into swords"! 】

Speaking of this, Lin Zhibei patted Xingmu and laughed.

[If you want to know what will happen next, just listen...the next chapter will break it down! 】

Xingmu clapped for a long time, but the audience was still silent.

There is no other reason, just because everyone is immersed in Lin Zhibei's Xuedao story.

I'm still thinking about it now.

Until about half an hour later.

The tea drinkers in the audience were just waking up from a dream.

First a cough or two.

Then gradually someone spoke and began to discuss the plot.

In the end, the voice became louder, noisy and noisy, and the silence was swept away.

"It's a good one. I will pay my respects with my life, and welcome persimmons into the rivers and lakes!"

"It's a good one to serve wine to the young master!!"

"Woooooo, my old groom is gone."

"Why are you crying! You can be considered a hero if you die at the hands of the second in the world!"

In addition to lamenting the death of Lao Huang, there are also some discussing combat power.

"Looking at it this way, it's impossible for the underwater old man to beat the sword nine springs."

"A move with the might of an Earth Immortal can only destroy the sleeve of the second under heaven? It's outrageous!"

"No. [-] in the world is like this, how awesome is No. [-] in the world?"

"I don't know how powerful the number one in the world is, I only know that the one-armed old man is certainly not simple!"

"It's not like he is number one in the world!"

After hearing what this person said, the others were convinced.

The storyteller's routine is too familiar to the audience.

Many audience members agreed that this old sheep fur man must be number one in the world.

"It must be him!"

"Correct!"

Of course, there are also different voices.

"I think that fox's face is suspicious, maybe he's a master!"

"Is there such a possibility that number one in the world will be the future persimmon?"

"The number one in the world must be Persimmon's father, otherwise how can he help Dali win the world?"

"You stupid groundhog, be careful that Master Hu kicks your ass hard, can leading troops fight and individual combat ability be the same thing?" Everyone chattered about the plot of the story, and it was very lively.

In the private room upstairs, Ning Guang also held the cup and couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Rao Ningguang, a smart person with exquisite seven orifices, was also deeply impressed by Lin Zhibei's story

After being dazed for a long time, he opened his mouth slightly and said the word that has been haunting his heart.

"It turns out to be stunning."

Lin Zhibei really deserved the word.

Not only is he handsome, but the book is so good.

And every time I talk about the wonderful things, except for the ups and downs of emotions.

It even gives people an immersive feeling.

The book said that when the sword move was handed out, the sword intent seemed to rush towards his heart.

How did Ningguang know that it was indeed the sword intent secretly released by Lin Zhibei.

It was also the first time that Ningguang had the feeling of blushing and heartbeat—the possibility of being provoked by the sword intent could not be ruled out.

"Baishi, go and invite this Mr. Lin."

I heard Master Ningguang address the storyteller.

Bai Shi also raised his eyebrows, surprised.

Oh, even the name has changed.

From a storyteller surnamed Lin to Mr. Lin.

But do not dare to neglect.

"Yes, Lord Ningguang."

Just don't know why, Bai Shi felt a little jealous.

In another private room, Dadalia was also shocked by the story Lin Zhibei told.

But what he cares most about is not the plot of the story itself.

It was the various moves in Lin Zhibei's mouth.

can only say.

He is indeed Zhidong's purest fighter, he can be called a martial idiot.

The young master even listened to the book, more for listening to the sword and martial arts in Lin Zhibei's book, rather than the story itself.

I saw him turning the exquisite porcelain cup slightly in his hand.

There are still words in the mouth.