The Collection of The End

"Fa's dynasty is depressed, strong beams sing joyously every night, harming others and benefiting oneself and riding mules, starving fair and upright, repairing bridges and making roads blind, killing people and setting fires a lot, I went to the West to ask the Buddha, and the Buddha said...I have nothing wrong."

Um? Mr. Storyteller?

When I surveyed the competition venue at Lianhua Peak in advance, I unexpectedly heard a poem for the finale. When I turned my head, I found a circle of people listening to the book on a ring, so I patted Sophie to beckon her to stop.

"Little...cough, Senior Sister'Relentless', do you want to hear about the book?" Sophie asked.

"The storytelling is nothing unusual, but it's quite unusual at the Famous Sword Conference. Ordinary monks won't learn this," I turned my head to look at Matthew: "Iron Hand, what do you think?"

"In my opinion, there must be something strange about this matter." Matthew sullen his face, seeming to be holding back a smile.

"...'Follow Fate', listen." Tang Aimi said in a cool tone.

"Then, let's listen to which paragraph he is going to say." I knocked on the wheelchair armrest and turned it around.

The cold-blooded, ruthless, life-seeking, and iron hand from "Zi Zai Men" is how I compiled this strange-looking group of four.

To be precise, it was the suggestion made by Monkey King, and after thinking about it, I found that there had never been anyone with similar titles on the rivers and lakes, and there was no major problem with these titles, so I agreed.

As a result, the monkey had been hehe for a long time...mostly it was an allusion that only he understood.

This combination, apart from me and the two minors, obviously only "Iron Hand" can compete. Although Doctor Roman is very famous, few people know that he has a daughter. Even if Matthew does it, he won't be discovered where he came from.

Since there are no thresholds for the famous sword tournament, you can participate only by signing up-even if it is a pseudonym, there are many venues prepared for the competition. There are a total of 36 available martial arts venues on Guangmingding, Tiandu Peak and Lianhua Peak. Enough for more than 200 young talents who have signed up so far to show their talents.

However, in order to avoid boring matches that line up young talents with the gangsters, the organizers will generally select some participants not to participate in the primary election, and the standard is whether there is support and prizes from the clans behind the scenes.

To be selected by their own sect to participate in the conference, their strength must be stronger than those of the skirmishers, unless the sect simply wants to spend money to show its face.

And the truly powerful monks, naturally, will not fail to stand out from the primary election, unless the two dark horses are unlucky enough to directly collide in the primary election, then the ring host will probably let them both advance as appropriate.

By the way, my current identity is a straggler. After looking for an opportunity to remind my father and brother not to eat the things sent by Mingjiao, for the sake of convenience, Matthew, Sophie and Tang Aimi and I checked in with separate identities. Nishigaki chose to act alone in order to avoid being recognized by people who are good at making associations based on looks.

So, before the famous sword conference officially starts, it's okay to be lazy.

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The storyteller looks like a sloppy, sloppy Taoist priest, with a long and thin face, a messy haircut, a goatee, a washed white but clean robe, a seven-star sword on his back, and his feet. Hemp shoes, whisk in one hand and gavel in the other hand, sitting behind an old wooden table that I had brought from nowhere. Seeing that there were too many people around, he slapped the gavel and said:

"As you all know, this world is divided into four continents. Although the environment is different, they all live in human races. In the four continents of ancient times, the sea was invaded by the great demon, the evil spirits were entrenched in the mountains, and there were also in the sky. Fierce birds linger, the people of the human race are precarious and miserable."

Oh... It's ancient again.

After all, the word "resurrection" of the aura is too directional, which clearly implies that the aura that is gradually abundant in this world has been inexhaustible.

"—Shhh."

"—Except for the human race, those livestock can also master the cultivation method?"

Several monks in the audience roared.

This is the routine dismantling of the storyteller's desk. Of course, it may also be a method specially invited by the storyteller to attract people to listen to the story.

"As you know, after the resurrection of the aura, the human races like me are far more intelligent than the birds and beasts, so we have to absorb and apply auras earlier than them. This has led to the dominance of the human races on the four continents," Mr. Storyteller completely ignores this. Reversing the color: "However, as the aura becomes more abundant, the birds and beasts that only absorb the aura by instinct will gradually show their special features. They have been in the world for many years. Have you never seen a spirit, a bird or a beast?"

"…really."

"...I really saw it."

"...I do the same."

The booers were silent.

After stopping the place for a while, the storyteller continued: "In the ancient times, the aura was never cut off. Human races had to wait until they got older, to be able to read and hyphenate words, and to learn how to practice before they could absorb the aura. But birds and beasts, insects and snakes. Rats and ants can do it by instinct. In this way, how can they beat those demons?"

"--If you say so, isn't the ancient human race the meat on the chopping board of those demons?"

"—If that's the case, how can I wait to multiply so far?"

The people in the audience continued to lift the bar.

Snap, the storyteller flicked the dust: "That's right! If there is no chance, I will become the bait of the demons. It is impossible to participate in the famous sword conference here, and there is no opportunity to question the content of my book in the audience."

The audience laughed and stopped talking.

"Under these difficult circumstances, those who can successfully cultivate must be people with extraordinary talents. After successful cultivation, they will become the'immortals' and'sages' in our mouth." Seeing that some people want to question, The storyteller slapped the gavel and interrupted: "Today we will tell the story of one of the saints-[The Monkey King]."

"..." I changed my posture a bit and put my finger to my ear: "Why have I never heard of this ‘saint’?"

"[Hmph...When history becomes a story, and a story becomes a legend, there is a bit of truth in it, but it is hard to tell.]" Monkey King did not rarely hehehe.

"The so-called'poor is to be alone, and Da is to help the world'. This'Qi Tian' has a unique talent since he was a child. After he became famous, he practiced for a long time. After learning to go down the mountain, he learned many ways to kill demons and fight for justice. , He was eventually honored as the "Great Sage"." The storyteller is humane.

"[Puff ha ha ha ha ha!]" Monkey King laughed wildly.

"On that day, the Monkey King once again rescued a village from the claws of evil beasts, and then came to the realization that if the demons are rampant in the world and the situation of beasts and beasts cannibalism does not change, no matter how much he does, it will be in vain," the storyteller He snapped another shocker: "Do you know what this'Great Sage Monkey' intends for? He wants to summon all the gods and saints who have achieved good practice, and remove all the monsters from the sky and the earth on the four continents, and return one to the human race. Langlang Qiankun! And this is what I want to say, "The Great Sage Qitian killed all the way from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Xiniu Hezhou", the story named "Journey to the West"."

"-it is good!"

"—Good guy!"

"—Speak quickly!"

The audience's emotions were basically mobilized, and Monkey King was silent, not knowing whether he was shy or laughing silently.

Snapped! Mr. Storyteller is another gavel:

"The Great Sage Qitian once said before his expedition—"