Martial Arts: Storyteller in the Valley of the Wicked, Xiao Yuer works part-time

At this time, Duan Yu can be said to have regained his new life. As long as there is still a chance, what can't he accept?

Faced with Duan Yu's almost crazy expression, Zhang Wuji was also a little flustered.

This guy can't eat people, right?

"Mr. Ye didn't say anything about the specific situation, but when he said this, sister Huang asked."

"Mr. Ye just replied that it's better for you to be brothers and sisters."

After speaking, Zhang Wuji broke free from Duan Yu's hand and returned to the inn.

However, the young Zhang Wuji didn't know that his unintentional words would plunge the Duan family into the abyss.

......

Bamboo Forest Courtyard.

A large group of women surrounded Ye Chen, no matter what Ye Chen explained, they just refused to move.

Among them, Dongfang Bubai and Jiang Yuyan were the most steadfast.

"Mr. Ye, what's good in the sky, isn't this world of mortals worth your nostalgia?"

Facing Dongfang Bubai's questioning, Ye Chen was suffering and couldn't tell!

This matter is also outrageous.

Just yesterday, when I was idle and bored, I took a few ordinary lottery draws to play.

This time, I really pulled out a good thing.

【One Hanako】

For this kind of thing, Ye Chen, who is a traveler, naturally likes it.

But in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Ye Chen went to the top of the mountain to smoke Huazi.

As a result, I don't know what kind of bad luck happened today, and Jiang Yuyan and Huang Rong who went up the mountain to play saw it.

Good guy, that scene was extremely embarrassing.

Ye Chen hid somewhere, puffing out clouds, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Combined with Ye Chen's previous behaviors, Jiang Yuyan and Huang Rong immediately decided that Ye Chen was a fairy, or the one who wanted to ascend.

Then Jiang Yuyan ran away crying, crying, "Mr. Ye" is about to ascend.

Then came the current situation, everyone said the same thing inside and outside.

Don't fly up, just stay in the world.

In fact, this is not their fault, after all, in their cognition, only gods can swallow incense.

The little thing in Mr. Ye's hand should be a special "incense candle" for gods.

(Don’t worry, smoke was only introduced in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, and it was just recorded. There is no such thing in this world, including dry tobacco.)

......

"No, listen to me, I'm really not a god, and I can't ascend."

Facing Ye Chen's defense, Dongfang Bubai glanced at Ye Chen and said with a smile, "Since Mr. Ye is not ascending, what were you doing just now?"

"I... I was practicing just now, and that is my unique panacea."

"It can make people feel refreshed after swallowing."

"Really?"

"It's true."

Regarding Ye Chen's affirmation, Dongfang Bubai smiled and said, "What Mr. Ye says, that's what it is."

"But Mr. Ye, you have to remember that there are still many people in the world who care about you."

"Do you really have the heart to ascend by yourself?"

After speaking, Dongfang Bubai turned around and walked towards the inn, and the rest of the people also dispersed one after another.

In the end, only Jiang Yuyan, whose face was full of tears, was left beside Ye Chen.

She carefully grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve and said, "Mr. Ye, I don't want to leave you."

"Although I stay with you for the shortest time, I really like this place, and I like Mr. Ye even more."

"Don't leave Yuyan behind, okay?"

Jiang Yuyan was crying with pear blossoms and rain, Ye Chen said dumbfoundedly: "Okay, I will definitely not go back to the sky, I promise you."

"Ok!"

Jiang Yuyan wiped away her tears and said, "Sir, then I'll prepare clothes for you, the bookstore will open soon."

......

Inside the inn.

There were countless discussions, and the last time Ye Chen cut thousands of people with his sword, it didn't affect the popularity of the inn at all.

On the contrary, the flow of people in the inn increased.

The reason is very simple, Mr. Ye is very powerful!

Which one of those senior masters in the arena is not a dragon who sees his head but doesn't see his end, and is the boss who puts on airs,

But Mr. Ye is different here. Mr. Ye is not only stronger than them, but also much easier to talk to than them.

The Ping An Inn has been around for some time, and these people in the Jianghu have gradually figured out Mr. Ye's temper.

That is, as long as you don't violate the rules and don't make trouble, everything is fine.

You can ask gossip about Jianghu, you can ask about martial arts secrets, and if you are lucky, you can still see Mr. Ye make a move.

You know, this is a rare opportunity.

Ordinary seniors will not let you see him make a move, unless he is here to kill you.

......

"Did you see, these monks are so rich! All they live in are guest rooms."

"cut!"

"What's so strange about this? It's not a day or two since the Shaolin Temple got rich. Didn't you see that the Buddha statues are all gold-plated?"

"These are just trivial matters. What I am more concerned about is that the Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty almost came out in full force this time."

"What do they want to do?"

"When there was a disturbance last time, there were people from the Shaolin Temple of the Great Song Dynasty among them. Could it be that they came for revenge?"

Hearing this, a quack customer said nonchalantly, "Isn't that better?"

"The master of Shaolin Temple is compassionate and at the cost of his own life, let us see Mr. Ye's peerless swordsmanship."

"They are great men!"

"hey-hey!"

"It makes sense, the master is indeed a master, I admire it!"

Hearing the words of these quacks, the Shaolin people in Song Dynasty all had dark lines on their faces.

The host doesn't really want to do this, does he? Have we ever fought someone?

The discussion at the inn did not stop because of the resentful eyes from Shaolin Temple.

Some people discussed Huashan Feng Qingyang's appearance, while others discussed Duan Zhengchun's arrival.

But no one noticed that there was a small table in the corner of the inn.

Sitting next to the table is a monk, a sword, a sword, and an old servant.

"I came here in a hurry last time, but I didn't fully understand the beauty of the Ping An Inn."

"Revisiting the old place now, it really has a special flavor!"

"Oh! How can Daoist Zhang say something so mysterious, the young master's inn, just want to be at ease."

Chapter 68 Talking about Buddhism and Taoism, Ximen Chuuxue asked

Yes, sitting around this little table.

It is Zhang Sanfeng, Feng Qingyang, and the sweeping monk who are called living fossils in the two major rivers and lakes.

Shaolin Temple almost came out in full force, and the sweeping monks naturally mixed in with the team.

But in everyone's eyes, he is just an "old monk who sweeps the floor", so things like guest rooms naturally don't belong to him.

Originally, he just wanted to find a corner in the inn to listen to the book quietly, but who would have thought that he would feel three powerful auras in one corner.

Then he was invited to sit.

It's a bit of a coincidence to say that, Lao Huang appeared in the sight of everyone a long time ago.

At first everyone really thought he was Jian Jiuhuang, but as time went by, everyone looked less and less like him.

Because Lao Huang didn't have the slightest aura of a master, the quacks who came and went in the inn stopped paying attention to him over time.

Everyone thought that it was someone else who created Jian Jiu's astonishing swordsmanship.

Mr. Ye just replaced the description of the man's appearance with Lao Huang.

But this kind of disguise can hide most people, but it can't hide the superb Feng Qingyang and Zhang Sanfeng.

......

Facing Lao Huang's words, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled: "This is the most rare thing."

"The rivers and lakes are in turmoil, how many people in the world can be at ease, and the old Taoist has lived for a hundred years to be at ease."

"Mr. Ye has achieved the real Daoyao at such an age, which is much better than the old Tao."

"Hahaha!"

"Master Zhang, according to what you say, am I still in a cocoon?"

Feng Qingyang laughed and said, "But it's true, you and Mr. Ye are the real happy people."

"In other words, of all the people here, I'm the only one who can't be free!"

The four chatted about the world at the small table, talking about Buddhism and Taoism, and those who didn't know it thought they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

(What? Why doesn’t the floor-sweeping monk pretend to be cold. Zhang Sanfeng: Cut! It’s fine to pretend to be aggressive with the younger generation, but to pretend to be me. Can you be older than me?)

......

After a while, it was time for the bookstore to start.

That familiar voice sounded again.

"Mr. Ye, come out and speak!"

Whoa!

A figure slowly descended from the skylight, dressed in white like a fairy.

Moreover, Ye Chen, who had refined the Vajra Blood, added a touch of Buddha nature to his body, which also made Ye Chen's temperament even more outstanding.

Looking at the figure outside the window, Wang Yuyan in the room couldn't help sighing in her heart: "The god of abundance is like jade, like a fairy."

"Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world deserves white clothes."

"Mr. Ye is indeed a banished fairy in the world."

......

Slowly falling on the high platform, Ye Chen cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone, it's been a long time!"

"Mr. Ye, don't be too wordy, don't think we don't know your little thoughts."

"You just want to delay time by chatting, we won't fall for it."

"That's right, don't be too wordy, start talking quickly, I want to listen to Xu Changqing, the hero of Shushan."

"Hehehe!"