Fast Transmigration: Embarrassed

Chapter 2 Hero, Your Vest Is Off (1)

Early in the morning, in the busiest Yipin Teahouse in the east of Jiangzhou City, there were quite a few guests who were familiar with each other, and many of them came here just after dawn, sitting in their old seats, warming themselves with hot tea. Go ahead and chat in the gap before the old storyteller comes.

What are you talking about?It's probably the flowers embroidered on the clothes worn by the bean curd Xi Shi in the east gate today, and the wealthy businessman Liu in the west gate has finally added a big fat boy after a long time.

Just halfway through listening to today's storytelling, a handsome young man with slender eyebrows and almond eyes, red lips and white teeth walked into the teahouse.

The young man looked very unfamiliar, he was probably about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was dressed in a plain cotton robe. He walked around the lobby first, seeming to be choosing a suitable seat.

Xu thought the front seat was too noisy, so the young man finally picked an empty table by the door. He didn't shout for Dr. Tea to serve tea, and he didn't join the crowd to listen to chatter. He just held a cup in one hand and drank plain water. , From time to time, he looked at the tea customers around him with sly eyebrows.

That wretched demeanor made everyone feel sad: what a pity for his good looks.

There were more and more people in the teahouse, but no one was sitting at the young man's table, not because it was too cold by the door, or because the young man was strange or good-looking, but because her pair of eyes were designed to hang around other people. The eyeballs are so fucking like thieves!

At this time, Chu Ci, who was dressed as a teenager, didn't know that she had been isolated by the guests in the teahouse.

Her willow-like eyebrows were almost drawn together, and she pressed her forehead with her slender and fair index finger: "Lingling, are you sure you're right? Master Lu Li is in this teahouse right now?"

"Yes Master."

Chu Ci was a little depressed. The soul of Lu Li, the once famous and invincible god, was shattered by the Soul Resurrection Tower and thrown into the three thousand planes in the tower. Now it is like a piece of puzzle that has been broken up and missing corners.Chu Ci needs to complete the incomplete fragments of his soul and put them all back together before he can wake up from his deep sleep.

The Lingyin Rope is the same as Chu Ci, it cannot enter the Soul Suppressing Tower with the body, but can only bind the spirit of the instrument to Chu Ci's soul and enter the tower.No one else can see or hear it, only Chuci can talk to it in his mind.

As an artifact that has lived for hundreds of years, it initially refused the silly nickname "Ling Ling", but it has given up resistance after being called like this dozens of times a day.

Well, as long as the master is happy.

"Ling Ling, then why can't you tell me exactly which one is the great god?"

Chu Ci lay down on the table depressed, and continued to observe the people in the teahouse: "Why doesn't anyone here look like a great god?"

"The scattered remnants of the Great God are too weak. I can't locate them accurately, so I can only explore slowly. The body and memory he uses now don't belong to me. Who knows what the Great God looks like now."

"Master, it must be tall, cold, good-looking, high IQ, high EQ, high income and unattainable existence."

Chu Ci finished speaking in one breath with starry eyes, and then pointed around lowly.

"But I've even looked at the teahouse waiter and the old man with a white beard who talks about storytelling, and I didn't find anything special."

"Master, I think your understanding of the Great God is very biased." It has lived for hundreds of years and has not seen many such gods.

"Lingling, it's understandable because you are too young and have little knowledge."

Chu Ci comforted Lingyin Rope with the tone of someone who had experienced it.

"Which novel in which the great god is not like this, for example that..."

As Chu Ci, who had read novels for more than ten years in his previous life, he felt that he had the perspective of God.

"..." Is it too young?Well, master, as long as you are happy.

Lingyinsheng wisely did not continue to refute Chu Ci. The old man Tianji once told him that if you want to live a peaceful life, you should never argue with women about right and wrong.

Just when Chu Ci was immersed in the complex of a certain novel and couldn't extricate himself, the storytelling on stage also came to an end.

The sentence "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down." As Xingmu fell, the teahouse was full of applause.Some of the guests sat down and continued drinking tea and chatting, while others got up and paid tea money to leave.

"Master, there is movement from the Great God."

"Where? Where?"

Chu Ci jumped up all of a sudden, full of energy, and his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at everyone.

The tea customer in front of him hurriedly covered his purse, and walked out at a faster pace.

"Go east." The Lingyin rope sensed it for a moment, and gave a general direction.

Chu Ci immediately paid and went out, rubbing his hands obscenely: "Master, I'm here (﹃) Hehehe..."

"..."

Lingyinsheng feels that he has no heart, but he still feels that his heart is very tired. What's the matter?

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Ci came to an adjacent street market, and pointed to the cover with a big "tea" written on it: "Just for a while, the Great God won't be thirsty again, right?"

"Maybe..." Lingyinsheng also felt a little puzzled.

Chu Ci could only step into the teahouse and look at the people inside again, but she didn't find anyone she met in the teahouse just now?On the contrary, the storyteller's old man looks familiar, especially his red phoenix eyes, which are exactly the same as the white bearded old man in Yipin Teahouse.However, this man's beard is shorter and less than that of the previous white beard, and his skin color and clothes are also different.

Chu Ci rubbed his chin in thought, the teahouse, the storyteller, the similar appearance, the positioning of the great god...

Chu Ci suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the head: "Hey! What are you thinking, how could the master be an old storyteller!"

……

Not long after, when he followed the Great God to the door of the teahouse called "Qingyi Pavilion" on the other side of the street, Chu Ci had a feeling of "ah, I'm not surprised at all".

Chu Ci calmly walked in, walked straight to the front row of the teahouse, and saw a middle-aged storyteller with red phoenix eyes but a dark face...

Chu Ci froze in place for a moment, then suddenly turned around and left.

"Hey, master, I think this storyteller should be a master. He should have just disguised himself in the teahouse twice before, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence..."

"Master, where are you going? Master..."

Chu Ci's face was expressionless: "I drank too much tea. I need to go to the latrine to calm down."

"..."

　The names of people and places are all invented by the author, so don't pay attention to them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)