After four days and four nights of sailing, the White Tiger finally docked.

A magnificent port appeared in front of him, and there were even towering city walls in the distance.

Qingyun City is known as the beautiful land of mountains, clear waters and beautiful land.

Surrounded by mountains to the south, it is the famous Qingyun Mountains.

It is near the sea to the east, and the vast sea comes out of the port.

Some people say that Qingyun City is full of gold, and those with deep blessings will rise to the top as soon as they come.

Some people say that Qingyun City is full of traps, and many people come in standing and lying out.

The reason for this statement is mainly because half of the population in the city is all from other people.

Because there are countless spirit beasts lurking in the Qingyun Mountains, those outsiders who went to the mountains to hunt spirit beasts in groups regarded Qingyun City as a temporary outpost. Heroes from all directions are endless, and over time, dragons and snakes are mixed.

There are also some people who have their legends in the city before they have entered Qingyun City.

Yunlang from a small fishing village in Heilong Island is such a person.

As soon as the White Tiger was docked, a master in the city noticed the clues.

"He's here."

In the Water Temple in Qingyun City, a man felt something and smiled.

Seeing this man makes people think of a word: peerless and beautiful.

Usually, it is used to describe a woman in a peerless way, and can be used to describe the man in front of you, without any sense of incongruity.

The man was thirty-five or six years old, with clear facial features, gentle and elegant temperament, and deep eyes seemed to have seen all the prosperity.

His temples were slightly gray, and he felt like he had been through the weather, and his eyebrows were filled with the vicissitudes of time.

His long hair was tied up casually, with a wooden hairpin tied.

The shape of the wooden hairpin is like a pocket wooden sword.

The Water Temple is composed of a huge building complex, which is much more grand than the county government, and several of the tall buildings are very eye-catching.

The man with a wooden hairpin on his head stood on the tallest building, looking down at all, looking down at all.

This person's surname is Pan, and he is a civil servant in the Water Temple. Local believers respectfully call him Mr. Pan.

Mr. Pan stood in front of the window of the high building, as if he had opened his eyes to the sky, and could see clearly the young man at the port outside the city.

"It's considered here."

At the same time, a middle-aged man with an irreconcilable appearance in Fugui Teahouse in the north of the city also smiled.

Some people don’t look like the prince when wearing dragon robes. This is the case with the middle-aged man in front of him. He wears a scholar shirt, but he doesn’t look like a scholar.

In fact, he is not a scholar, but a storyteller.

This person's surname is Zou, and he always boasted about how he traveled around the world, how he was a hero before becoming a storyteller.

That's fine, the key is that this storyteller often boasts that every time he goes to a new place, there are always peerless beauties who are reluctant to leave him and untied his clothes for him. When he is leaving, he always leaves a note for beauties from all over the country with the same sentence: Forgive me for being unruly and indulging in my life for freedom...

Frequent customers in the teahouse said that the surname Zou never drafted the draft, and everyone called him "Zou Piniu".

But the story told by this storyteller is bizarre and fascinating. The story of beauties from various countries sounds so immersive. Tea customers with some spare money in the city are willing to listen to him.

Today, Zou Chuanniu did not go to tell the story. He burned a pot of wine in a room in the back hall of the teahouse and placed a plate of peanuts on the table, as if celebrating something.

In the hand of the storyteller, he held a cigarette pole that never leaves his body, with a pipe at the bottom and a cigarette mouth at the top. The cigarette pole was long, nearly three feet away, and two small cigarette pipes were hung with black and white.

If you compare it carefully, it is not difficult to find that the wooden hairpin on Mr. Pan’s head and the cigarette pole in the hand of the storyteller are the same wood.

The storyteller sat in the house drinking wine, and the doors and windows were not even opened, but he was like watching the fire from the other side of the river and gaining insight into everything.

He habitually blew up his cowhide: "Nineteen, twenty, twenty, twenty... Be good, look at his face, you will be seventeen years old. At a young age, you will open twenty-one swords. This kid has the style I used to be."

Mr. Pan from the Water Temple seemed to hear the storyteller's words and cursed: "Stop giving on your face. If I remember correctly, you only opened eighteen sword tricks when you were seventeen years old."

The storyteller at Fugui Teahouse seemed to have heard Mr. Pan's complaints and said disapprovingly: "That's because I'm low-key, hiding half of my strength. I'm not pretending, I'm showing off. Actually, I opened up thirty-six sword tricks that year."

Mr. Pan chuckled: "Haha, no wonder the peddlers and pawns call you Zou Chuanniu. People like you who don't brag for a day will die."

The two people in the conversation faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, but the gentleman did not speak.

One is in the Water Temple in the south of the city and the other is in the Fugui Teahouse in the north of the city. It is twelve miles apart, and there is no barrier to chatting across the air.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Qingyun City were unaware of this.

The storyteller smoked a dry tobacco, spitted a cigarette ring, and smashed his mouth, "It's interesting. That kid has raised twenty-one sword spirits, which can sense, but cannot be detected. Pan, your Water Temple specializes in stealing chickens and dogs. Can you find out what kind of grade the child's wild sword spirit is?"

Mr. Pan said calmly: "Don't use the provocation method. You are so capable, try it yourself."

The storyteller laughed: "Haha, don't provoke me, it makes me angry, you can't handle it. Then again, this kid has a great life. It's too great to avoid the sword spirit you and I can't even look at. It's too great to say that I'm the only one who can avoid the sword spirit you and me can't even say it's the royal sword spirit. I thought I had been struggling in the vast sea for ten years in order to subdue an ancient sword spirit. That kid is so good that twenty-one sword orifices are filled with them, and none of them are soft persimmons."

Mr. Pan was quite touched: "People are so angry that they are so angry that they cannot envy some things."

The storyteller also sighed: "So many Emperor Sword Spirits are with you. If I hadn't been sure that the man could not die again, I would have thought that man had made a comeback."

Mr. Pan rarely agreed with his old rival: "Similar to the same feeling, the embryo chosen by that man is indeed extraordinary."

Zou Chuanniu's style of acting is the same as when he tells stories in a teahouse. He does not follow the routine and often has no traces to find, and suddenly there is a major reversal.

For example, now, he suddenly had an unexpected turn: "No matter what, he has come. From now on, he is my apprentice!"

The Water Temple fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, a voice came out: "You are dreaming!"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows: "What, you are not convinced? Don't talk much, just use your sword."

Mr. Pan's tone became much colder: "You want to threaten me with the lives of 390,000 people in the city?"

The storyteller said slowly, "The blessed land of Qingyun is one of the 108 blessed lands in the world. It would be a pity to destroy it. I have learned to win people with virtue over the years and started to reason. If you don't stop me from accepting disciples, you will naturally be at peace."
Chapter completed!