Next, the Storyteller changed his mind and started talking about another book, which lasted a long time before everyone was satisfied.

Keep the buttons, someone didn't want the storyteller to leave, but asked him for a few snacks, and mentioned the story of Yun Zhongshan and the pangolin just now:

"Mr. Yang, is the matter of the old immortal in Yunzhongshan true?"

"Of course it's true!"

The storyteller said with a confident look on his face, and then he bit his dim sum, chewed it and swallowed it, and smiled: "Thank you for the snacks given by this guest. They taste really good - this story was something I heard from elsewhere. Anyway, those who tell this said it is a real thing. Just a few years ago, it happened in Yunzhongshan, Jingzhou."

"In recent palaces in Yunzhongshan, this story has been circulated and everyone knows it. Many people even use it to coax dolls before going to bed. Of course, I just heard everything. As for the truth or falsehood of the rumors, it depends on your own opinions." After that, Storyteller continued to lower his head and eat snacks.

The storytelling starts in this teahouse. Although the teahouse will provide unlimited tea, the snacks are not available. If you want to eat, you have to pay for it yourself. Therefore, because you are reluctant, the storytelling teacher cannot eat it often, but he did not eat too much, but left half a plate, and greeted his young apprentice in green and handed it to the other party.

The latter was overjoyed, thanked the master, and began to enjoy it happily.

However, the diner was a little longing, raised his head slightly and said, "No wonder the story you told gives people the feeling of being immersive. It sounds like you were there at the scene and saw it with your own eyes. I really want to see the style of that old god and how vicious that monster is. Unfortunately, I am a physical mortal and do not have this ability."

The storyteller leaned back on the chair and spread the folding fan with a clamor:

"Only everyone will praise my book for being well-written, but this is my ability to eat, so we naturally have to polish it. If you can't make you feel like you are there, then I will not be able to master my skills."

In the last two sentences he said to his little apprentice, who stopped and nodded repeatedly, and then the storyteller continued:

"I have been in the industry for so many years, and I have heard many stories and told many stories. Unfortunately, they are all stories from others. As for myself, I have never experienced it, and even have no trouble in my life. Sometimes I even think, how great it would be if I could have a thrilling experience like the people in the story..."

Fang Chang picked up the teapot and poured the last tea into the cup in front of him. Hearing this, he laughed secretly: Human beings always admire the lives they cannot get. If this storyteller really lets the thrilling scenes in the story a few times, he would probably cry and shout to return to a peaceful life.

I only heard Mr. Storyteller continue to preach:

"However, if I just want to see a person like the old god, I have some news here."

Speaking of this, it seemed to be a professional habit. He even made a refutation. Seeing that his little apprentice did not get up with the basket and fetch money, he came back to his senses and stopped keeping his silence:

"From more than a hundred miles west from here, there is Nanping Mountain. There are several old gods living with mortals in the middle of the mountain."

"It's just that they often go unsure, often traveling around the world and don't know where to go, and they have never liked those who seek immortality and ask for Taoism, so they are usually very low-key."

"If you want to see me, you must prepare in advance to enter the immortal mountain and not meet the immortals. And remember not to disturb the immortals' cultivation, otherwise the immortals will be angry and everyone will not be able to afford to be guilty."

The audience laughed and said they had no conditions to go.

"There are many business operations at home, how can you go to the mountains to find immortals? That's something that only a prodigal son would do."

"My parents are here, not traveling far away, and this is a journey of nowhere."

"The wife won't agree."

“…”

Fang Chang put down the teapot and stood up silently to go out.

He suddenly changed his mind and turned to Nanping Mountain halfway. He was not in a hurry to go to the Western Regions anyway.

Moreover, Fang Chang was very impressed by the colleagues who had been lingering on Xianqi Cliff for a while, including Sang Ziping, who took two apprentices up the mountain and once teamed up to fight a mule away, Sang Ziping's little apprentice Mu Anning, and Wei He, the second apprentice who had abandoned his cultivation and went down the mountain to manage water.

Since it is very close, there is no reason not to go there.

He stretched out his fingers, and did not put them in his sleeves, Fang Chang in front of him for a few calculations, and smiled softly.

With the calculations, he already knew in his spiritual sense that he would not be able to lose his time in Nanping Mountain this time: the master and apprentice had already finished traveling back to the mountain.

Similarly, there is no rush to visit this kind of thing.

Fang Chang left the teahouse, slowly found an inn, and asked for a clean room with a size of the second floor. Although the furnishings were simple, it could be seen that the store had put some effort into it, and there was even a water tray with the freshly burned incense ash.

The bedding on the bed is also new. After nightfall, a young man carried a large copper pot to deliver water to each house. It was the clean boiled water that the store washed the iron pot on the stove early, which can be used to cleanse the face or make tea while it is hot.

He was not in a hurry to leave the city, but lingered in the city for a day or two as planned.

Sitting at the table, watching the oil lamp on the table, Fang Chang drank the tea in the cup in one go, then got up and pushed the door, and jumped onto the big tree outside with the gourd.

The cool breeze is blowing in the summer night.

In order to avoid heat, many families set up tables outside, spread mats on it, or simply lay a ladder on the roof, and then sleep on it with a thin coat and palm fan. It’s just that there are a little more mosquitoes and need to be driven away, but even children will endure bites for the cold air - after all, there are mosquitoes in the house, which is still hot.

However, Fang Chang would not be disturbed by the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, even if the two secret books were still placed in the package in the guest room.

These two books have always been good at repelling mosquitoes, but Fangchang can't use this function. After all, no mosquitoes can bite his skin. Fangchang's ears are very powerful, and the sound of mosquitoes in half the inner part cannot escape the ears. Therefore, for him, a mosquito is the same as dozens of feet away.

Similarly, he also clearly heard the voice of Li Xun's words.

He raised the gourd, and took a few big mouthfuls of wine with a generous look at the night sky above.

After eliminating the chaotic celestial phenomena, this night sky scenery is still very beautiful. The universe is like a black velvet cushion, and bright stars are shining with shiny pearls dotted on it. A silver moon hangs above the horizon, shining with the cold moonlight. With a square and long eyes, you can see the unevenness on it.

The surroundings are not quiet, and there are never shortages of family chatting at night.

There were also several ordinary people who told their children what they heard and made them fall asleep: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain in the clouds, and there was..."

Fang Chang smiled and stuffed the wine gourd and hung it back to his waist. He lay flat on the tree with his arms as a pillow for a long time.

It was not until the second update that he jumped down from the tree and returned to the guest room to rest.
Chapter completed!