After Wang Wu finished telling the story, it was almost noon outside.

But the crowd was still sitting alone, and had no intention of leaving the cabin.

The expression on his face seemed to be still unfulfilled, and it seemed to be in a state of ease.

Taoist Chenghuan put away the charcoal pen and sighed with a long sigh at the records he had written.

Time flies, and although he has not been able to write down the whole story word for word, the general context has been sorted out.

With his own memory, he is confident that he can restore this story to 80% later.

As for the remaining 20%, just make up some of them.

Anyway, the news in the world doesn’t need to be very accurate.

I looked down and looked at the "character relationship network" that had been drawn by myself.

Taoist Chenghuan slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He sighed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the old stories of the Beggars' Sect can be so colorful.

This news will definitely spread throughout the world and last forever.

At that time, my name as a master of everything in the world should be well deserved.

After a little moved, a smile of expectation appeared on Chenghuan's face.

And slowly put away the book on the table, which had been given a certain "historical mission".

At this time, because Wang Wu deliberately omitted it, everyone still didn't know whether the genius from the Beggars' Sect was a man or a woman.

I just subconsciously thought that the other party was a man.

The name is Wang Wu, the Sanhen King, and the Heavenly Stem Wu.

"Hey, Junior Sister Sangsang, you see how well you said, have you really seen that Junior Brother Wang Wu?"

Suddenly, a girl from the purple-clothed door came to Wang Wu and asked.

Because he has been consciously hiding from the court these days, when he introduced himself, Wang Wu also used a pseudonym, calling him Zhang Sang.

Others don’t know the cause, so naturally they don’t have any doubts.

"Ah." Listening to the other party's question, Wang Wu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and replied with a slight look on his face.

"I have never seen this before. I know everything I know is told by the brothers in the gang. Except for the fact that there are such people in our gang, you can just use it as a story and just listen to it."

"Junior Sister Sangsang, how could you say that?"

Seeing that Wang Wu was so indifferent, Senior Sister Baihuagu, who was originally gentle to her, was immediately dissatisfied.

"No matter what Junior Brother Wang said, he is your fellow disciple. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to describe him as such a person? Moreover, how can we just listen to it as a story when his past experience is so difficult? Speaking of which, it is a sin to arrange his life experience behind the scenes, right?"

"Oh, I think Junior Brother Wang has been living on the streets at such a young age, without covering his clothes and eating. He almost freezes to death in order to sell firewood, so he also wants to buy a piece of sesame cake and give it to the orphans who are traveling with him. Before he swallows a bun, he will think of his mother who died of illness."

"That line in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the wandering son are really sad, and those who think about it cry. Who can think that it actually comes from the mouth of a child who has not read a book yet. This shows how profound and painful Junior Brother Wang's talent and sorrow are."

"yes."

He Buming, who was sitting on the side, also raised his hand, rubbed his red eyes, and echoed with a trembling voice.

"I think that after Junior Brother Wang's martial arts masterpiece, the first thing I thought about was not his own selfish desires, but his own name, and he did not leave his name after the matter. His words, I smiled at the sky with my own sword, and stayed with my heart and courage. The heroic spirit in it was amazing. I really wanted to shout, carry the sword and leave, and go with him to the rolling smoke and dust, and the sky was unfair to the balance!"

Among the three people from the Qingcheng Sect, the blue-robed swordsman who seemed very thin at first had already slapped his hands on the table with a flushed face.

"Yes, there is still that song that song is sharpened by a sword for ten years, and the Frost Blade has never tried. Today I will show you, who has any unfair things? It's so satisfying. Junior Brother Wang is really a hero of ancient times and a hero of the world. It's a pity that I didn't know him. This is really a pity."

"I think the love poem written by Junior Brother Wang to the woman in his dream is so touching. Once upon a time, the sea was hard to make water, except for Wushan Mountain is not clouds. Huh, there may not be more romantic love words in this world than this."

Another little girl in the purple-clothed door blushed and turned her hair with one finger, thinking out of her mind.

I don’t know what the woman in his heart looks like. If only she was like me, then I would have to marry him.

Listening to the little girl in purple, the other women present also blushed and lowered their heads.

Yes, who doesn't want to be liked by a handsome, handsome, and romantic boy?

No matter whether he is younger than himself, they can "eat" one of their mouthfuls without even vomiting of bones.

Wang Wu, who finally began to reminisce about it, felt a chill.

Hiss, why do I think I'm committing a crime?

Looking at those people who were already addicted to their own imaginations.

Wang Wu pulled the corner of his mouth that was twitching a little embarrassedly, and then laughed hard.

"Help, hurt, others are others after all, what do you care about doing so much? Let's not talk about him anymore, how about talking about something else?"

However, no one paid attention to Wang Wu at this time.

In Wang Wu's heart, some bad premonition became stronger.

So much so that her expression began to become depressed.

No, I'm just bragging.

Dear brothers and sisters, don’t scare me, I can’t stand the scare.

...

In the next few days.

As time goes by, Wang Wu deliberately avoids it.

Gradually, everyone disappeared and then talked about the junior brother of the Beggars' Sect.

I no longer muttered.

Wang Wu thought he had something to do, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly swore that he would control his mouth in the future and no longer let him run around the train.

But she forgot that Taoist Chenghuan had a note in his arms.

Facts have proved that people have to be responsible for what they have said, either to realize it or face it directly.

Anyway, no matter what.

It is already a story about what kind of strange reputation will be circulated by Wang Wu's future.

At this time, Wang Wu was still staying on a boat that was finally approaching Luoyang with a group of children.

Looking at the lush lakes and mountains on both sides and the ships passing by occasionally, I was quietly enlightened.

As an estuary, there are naturally many boat mooring here.

Among them are merchant ships and cruise ships.

There are also people from the martial arts world who booked passenger ships to the martial arts conference, like Wang Wu and others.

Wang Wu was idle and just stood by the side of the boat in a daze.
Chapter completed!