Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 377: The wind is blowing

Xu Laoqi tightened his belt and walked out of Fuxiang Xiaoyuan. He helped his old mare drive away the Huoyang colt that had harassed her all night. He turned over and rode on it, planning to wake up early. Drink a bowl of warm noodle soup, and then go to Yamen to order Mao.

Da da da da da da...

Speaking of which, since Wuhou Dongcangbu educated the world in martial arts and made people in the world write three thousand li martial arts books, there are all kinds of strange stories happening every day in the wake-up teahouses all over the world. What are the lion fists and scissors in those stories? Martial arts such as feet are all market tricks, but they are easy to master,

It's just that I can't find a boutique like Wuhou.

"Bah, what did I listen to yesterday?" Xu Laoqi walked into the Waking Morning Cafe and saw a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties whispering to his companions, "If you do anything, you will kill the whole family. What did you realize 'the sword of breaking the child and destroying the grandson'! The mind is not right!"

"Er Master Hu, calm down your anger!" The middle-aged man's companion advised, "Didn't Wuhou say it? We need to give the martial arts books time to grow."

"Besides, wasn't there a new book published last month that started with a divorce and promised to fight against the divorced woman after three years? Especially the protagonist was accompanied by a Taoist spirit who was proficient in alchemy. The blood is boiling, and the commentary is not bad! It is said that it was written by a little Taoist priest of the fire line, and he vowed to use this book to create a fire line martial arts. Isn't this a sign of the prosperity of martial arts!"

"Not bad!" Another companion said, "East Cang City and King Jing's Mansion have both funded a large number of Xing Zao Tea Houses. I heard that as long as a new book is selected, there will be 1,000 authors every month for the first three months. With a salary of 500 taels of silver, if there are 500 tea customers who are willing to continue listening in the future, a guaranteed remuneration of 1,000 taels per month will be given! With such support, it is only a matter of time before the martial arts classics will be published again!"

Hu Erye sighed: "I know!"

"But I just want to hear Wuhou's new work..."

"It's okay to follow updates!"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Laoqi obviously heard a sigh from all around him, and he also sighed in his heart.

Since the conclusion of "Tianlong Ba Bu" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I have rarely heard news of Wuhou writing books.

The last time I published an article "Washing the Purple River", it allowed the warriors to taste the benefits of condensing the seven souls, but the problem is—

So, who will you send?

Read it in a few clicks.

Short and weak!

Let's not talk about the seven souls in the body, just one soul is still a phantom.

Do you dare to write a long story?

Just when Xu Laoqi was slandering, a crisp gong sounded suddenly in the teahouse when he woke up.

"Bell the gong to speak?" Everyone was shocked.

There is a rule in the morning tea house. Usually, when the storyteller is about to take the stage, someone will ring a chime to remind everyone to calm down and the storytelling will begin.

But if the gong rings, then there are only two possibilities. One is that the storyteller is at least a master, and he has the power of preaching and teaching, so everyone is required to be quiet; the other is that the book to be talked about today, Unusual!

"Is it the Master who told the story?" Some people wondered that after storytellers can gain merit, many masters also started storytelling, but it is extremely rare to spread to countless teahouses all over the world.

"No!" Xu Laoqi's ears were sharp, and at almost the same time, all the surrounding teahouses rang a gong.

Then, the second gong sounded!

At this time, everyone noticed something was wrong, and also found surprises in each other's eyes.

Two gongs sound, it is time to speak Wuhou's new book!

The third gong sounded again!

Three gongs, it's a Wuhou novel!

"Hahahaha...Wuhou has published a novel again!" Hu Erye laughed up to the sky, "I know that Wuhou still pays attention to people!"

"Three gongs! This is a new novel!" Everyone else looked surprised.

You must know that Wuhou has now opened the way for 6,000 miles, so the book he wrote at this time is very likely to be 6,000 miles long!

Seven souls are promising!

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, a white-bearded master slowly walked up to the desk, with an inch-long Xingmu in his hand facing a row on the table, majestic.

It was quiet for a moment.

Not only the morning teahouse, but just outside the teahouse, three gongs rang throughout the capital, pedestrians lowered their footsteps, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Countless warriors performed light work and ran towards the nearest wake-up restaurant.

"The immortals are originally mortals, born from the mortal world to the mortal world. It is necessary to know that good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the Eight Immortals will awaken the world!"

"Today's book, the first episode of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals": Borrowing Immortal Longdan to help filial sons, and greedy and evil officials to ask for divine beads!"

Speaking, the master told the story of this time gracefully, and for a time everyone was immersed in the admiration for the filial son's broad-mindedness and the hatred of corrupt officials.

At the end of the first story, the dutiful son swallowed the dragon ball given by the immortal in order to protect it, but turned into a giant dragon instead. At this moment...

"Crack!" Awakening wood fell.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

Everyone is stunned!

That's it?

Is this the end?

The dragon turned into a dragon, and then what?

Everyone raised their heads, the Master had already gone somewhere!

Xu Laoqi failed to control the strength in his hands and smashed the wine glass.

"How come I heard it!"

"Why don't you wait a few days to listen to it once in a while!"

"I'm so happy when this novel comes out!"

"Shame on the literati!"

Suddenly, the entire teahouse wailed.

……

"Today is a good day, I can do whatever I want..."

Chen Luo was humming a cheerful song, in a happy mood, without him, the seven-day backlash of Qishangquan has passed, and the true meaning of Qishang is forming in the body.

After being a disabled person for seven days, I can finally stand up and be a human being, can I... ka...

Standing up so hard, I twisted my waist.

Jumpa Gua jumped on Chen Luo's head: "Huh? (Unlucky again?)"

"Quack! (Ha!)"

Chen Luo was too lazy to pay attention to Ginga Gua, and when he walked to the door, he saw Mastiff Lingling directing people to load things into the carriage. The carriage was cast with spells and had its own space effect. Although Chen Luo and others all had storage orders, Mastiff Lingling still bought some items, so they all threw them on the carriage.

"Master Hou, you're here..." Mastiff Lingling saw Chen Luo and hurriedly stepped forward to salute. Chen Luo nodded and asked, "Where is my sixth senior sister?"

"Madam is going to bid farewell to Princess Pingyang."

Chen Luo just remembered that he was feeling the true meaning of the seven wounds before, so Sister Six left by herself. But Yun Siyao's farewell was enough, so he didn't need to make another trip.

Opening the car curtain, I saw Lang Feixian was already sleeping soundly in the carriage. He seemed to have heard a movement. He glanced at Chen Luo and said sleepily, "Have dinner?"

"I haven't set off yet, Senior Brother, let's go to sleep!" Lang Feixian yawned and nodded, "Call me after dinner." After saying that, he turned to his side and went back to sleep.

Chen Luo's heart warmed, Yun Siyao and Chen Luo said that because Lang Feixian combines poetic swordsmanship with martial arts, and shares part of the pressure of the heavens for nine thousand miles, his soul is exhausted, so he needs to sleep and rest.

"Master Marquis..." A sudden shout came, Chen Luo turned sideways, and saw Yang Qianli rushing towards the horse, he restrained the horse's reins and jumped off the horse when he was dozens of steps away from Chen Luoshang. Xiao ran to Chen Luo.

"Master Hou, are you leaving the city today?"

Chen Luo nodded. According to Daojun Shangshan's instructions, one city and one catastrophe can be resolved with humanistic energy. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will be in great danger if you are in trouble.

By now, Chen Luo probably understood the guidance of the Taoist Palace. In fact, the so-called calamity is the total outbreak of bad luck. If there are more calamities, the bad luck will be thinned. However, calamities are all directed at human lives, so you need to use the transport of human beings scattered all over the place to bless yourself.

Hungry ghosts block the road, which is a heavy disaster. Now that every misfortune turns into auspiciousness, and the catastrophe is cut away, it is time to go to the next place where the disaster is auspicious.

"Master Yang!" Chen Luo smiled, "I'm leaving, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Since you're here, I have something to tell you!"

Yang Qianli hurriedly became awe-inspiring, cupped his hands and said, "Please give your orders."

"After I leave, this yard will be open!" Chen Luo said, "It is for the entertainment of those nobles, only for rent but not for sale. Leya City is an important commercial center, and there are many rich and powerful people, and they must be entertained. I There are a few handwritten paintings and calligraphy in it, which are also attractive to them.”

Yang Qianli was startled and frowned slightly: "Isn't this selling the reputation of the Marquis? My subordinates... don't understand!"

Chen Luo said with a smile: "Empty and empty. The money collected should be used to relieve the poor in Leya City."

"Anyway, I can save three to five hundred people a year."

"This marquis doesn't want to go back to Leya City next time, there is a little beggar who stops the car to beg for food!"

Yang Qianli was shocked, and then looked at Chen Luo, who was smiling, nodded solemnly, took a step back, and bowed to Chen Luo: "This subordinate must do a good job in this matter, please rest assured."

"Well, I'm relieved that you do things." Chen Luo nodded and said casually, "Okay, no more talk, let's go!"

Yang Qianli bowed again: "My subordinates congratulate Hou Ye~IndoMTL.com~ Hou Ye take care all the way!"

The breeze came up, like a hand pulling Liren's footsteps, obviously unable to stop it, but trying to keep Liren for a while longer.

The wind has a heart, people have feelings, and sadness and sadness pass through the past and the present.

It's time for parting.

A moment later, Mastiff Lingling looked embarrassed and said through a voice transmission: "Master Hou, Madam has explained, she won't come back, we are not allowed to leave."

"Don't be stabbed again!"

Chen Luo looked at Yang Qianli, who was still bowing to send him off, and coughed dryly: "What... Mr. Yang, you get up first... How about we have a cup of tea first?"

……

Just when Chen Luo was about to leave Leya City, Xia Qingchuan of the Yellow Crane Academy, who had left early after Rouyuan, was covered in blood, hugging the neck of a spell Huang He and flew towards Leya City, Face panic!

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