Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 377: The wind blows

Xu Laoqi tightened his belt, walked out of Fuxiang Courtyard, helped his old mare drive away the Huoyang foal that had been harassing her all night, turned over and rode on, intending to wake up early, Drink a bowl of hot noodle soup, and then go to Yamen to order mao.

Da da da, da da da...

Speaking of which, ever since Marquis Wu Dongcang taught the world with martial arts and made people in the world write martial arts books for three thousand miles, there are all sorts of strange stories staged in the wake-up teahouses all over the world every day. 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 you can't find a boutique like Wuhou.

"Bah, what did I hear yesterday?" Xu Laoqi walked into the Xingzao Teahouse, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties angrily said to his companions, "If you don't move, you just kill the whole family, and why don't you kill the whole family?" What did you understand about the 'sword of cutting off sons and grandsons'! The intention is not right!"

"Second Master Hu, calm down!" The middle-aged man's companion persuaded, "Didn't Marquis Wu say that? Give the martial arts classics time to grow."

"Furthermore, didn't you publish a new book last month about being divorced at the beginning and agreeing to fight the divorced woman three years later? Especially the protagonist is accompanied by a Daoist spirit who is proficient in alchemy. The blood is boiling, and the reviews are good! It is said that it was written by a little Taoist priest of the fire movement, and he vowed to use this book to create a fire movement martial art. Isn’t this a sign of the prosperity of the martial arts!"

"Not bad!" Another companion said, "Both Dongcang City and Jingwang Mansion have funded a large number of Xingzao Teahouses. I heard that as long as a new book is selected, the author will have a thousand dollars a month for the first three months." With a salary of 500 taels of silver, if there are 500 tea drinkers who are willing to continue listening, a guaranteed monthly salary of 1,000 taels will be given! With such support, it is only a matter of time before martial arts classics come out again!"

Hu Erye sighed: "I know!"

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

"Chasing updates is fine too!"

As soon as this remark came out, Xu Laoqi obviously heard a sigh from all around, and he sighed in his heart.

Since the end of "Dragon Babu" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it is rare to hear news of Wuhou writing a book.

The last time I published an article "Washing the Purple River Cart", it gave the warrior a taste of the benefits of condensing the seven souls, but the problem is——

So, who to send?

It took a few snaps of the fingers to read it.

Short and weak!

Not to mention the seven souls in the body, only one soul is still a phantom, so ethereal, I'm afraid it will be blown away by it in one breath.

Do you dare to write a long story?

Just as Xu Laoqi was complaining, a clear and crisp gong sounded suddenly from the Xingzao teahouse.

"Bring the gong to start the lecture?" Everyone was shocked.

There is a rule in Xingzao Tea House. Usually, when the storyteller is about to come on stage, someone will knock on the chime to remind everyone to calm down, and the storyteller is about to start.

But if the gong rings, 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 I ask you to be quiet; the other is the book I want to talk about today. Unusual!

"Is it the master who came to read the book?" Some people wondered, after storytelling gained merit, many masters also started storytelling, but it is extremely rare to be scattered in countless teahouses all over the world.

"No!" Xu Laoqi's ears were sharp, and he heard a gong ringing in all the teahouses around here almost at the same time.

Then, the second gong sounded!

At this time, everyone noticed that something was wrong, and they also found surprises in the eyes of the other party.

Two gongs sounded, it was time to talk about Wuhou's new book!

The third gong sounded again!

Three gongs sounded, it was Wuhou's novel!

"Hahahahaha... Marquis Wu is publishing another novel!" Second Master Hu looked up to the sky and smiled, "I know that Marquis Wu still pays attention to people!"

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

You know, Marquis Wu has already opened the way for six thousand miles, so the book he wrote at this time has a high probability of being six thousand miles long!

The seven souls are hopeful!

Under everyone's amazed eyes, a white-bearded master slowly walked up to the desk, with the inch-long Xingmu lined up on the table in a majestic manner.

There was silence for a moment.

Not only in the Xingzao teahouse, but also outside the teahouse, the three beeps of gongs had already resounded throughout the capital, pedestrians lowered their footsteps, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Countless warriors performed lightness kung fu and ran towards the nearest Xingzao teahouse.

"Immortals are mortals, born from the world of mortals and go to the world of mortals. You need to know that good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the Eight Immortals will wake up the world after enlightenment!"

"Today's book, Chapter 1 of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals": Borrowing the immortals of the dragon pill to help the filial son, and the greedy and evil officials to ask for the magic pearl!"

Speaking, the master tactfully told the story this time, and for a while everyone was immersed in admiration for the filial son with a broad mind and hatred for corrupt officials.

At the end of the first chapter of the story, the filial son swallowed the dragon ball given by the immortal in order to keep it, and turned into a giant dragon instead. At this moment...

"Crack!" Xingmu fell down.

"If you want to know what's going on, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Everyone was taken aback!

That's it?

Is this the end?

Turned into a dragon, then what?

Everyone raised their heads, and the master had already disappeared!

Xu Laoqi couldn't control the strength in his hand and smashed the wine glass.

"I just listened to it!"

"Why don't you wait a few days to listen to it once and enjoy it!"

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

"Shame on the literati!"

In a short time, the whole teahouse wailed.

…

"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true..."

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

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

Standing up too violently, I twisted my waist.

Jin Guagua jumped on Chen Luo's head: "Quack? (Unlucky again?)"

"Quack! (haha!)"

Chen Luo didn't bother to pay attention to Jin Guagua. When he walked to the door, he saw Mastiff Lingling directing people to load things on the carriage. The carriage was cast with a spell and had its own space effect. Although Chen Luo and the others had storage orders, Mastiff Lingling still bought some items and threw them all on the carriage.

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

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

It was only then that Chen Luo remembered that he was trying to comprehend the true meaning of Qishang before, so the Sixth Senior Sister left by herself. But it was enough for Yun Siyao to bid farewell, so he didn't have to make another trip.

Opening the curtain of the car, I saw that Lang Feixian was already sound asleep in the carriage, as if he heard the movement, he glanced at Chen Luo, and said sleepily: "Dinner is ready?"

"I haven't set off yet, brother, let's go back to sleep!" Lang Feixian yawned and nodded, "Call me when dinner is ready." He turned on his side and continued to sleep.

Chen Luo's heart warmed up. Yun Siyao and Chen Luo had said that because Lang Feixian merged poetic swordsmanship into martial arts, and shared part of the nine thousand miles of heaven's coercion, his mind and soul were exhausted, so he needed to sleep and rest his mind.

"Master Hou..." Suddenly a shout came, Chen Luo turned sideways, and saw Yang Qianli galloping towards him, he reined in the horse's reins and jumped off the horse when he was still dozens of steps away from Chen Luo. Trot to Chen Luo.

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

Chen Luo nodded, according to the guidance of the Taoist Lord Shangshan, one city and one catastrophe can be resolved with human luck. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will be in great danger.

By now, Chen Luo probably understood Dao Palace's advice. In fact, the so-called catastrophe is the total outbreak of bad luck. If there are more catastrophes, the bad luck will be thinner, but the catastrophes are all aimed at human lives, so we need to use the luck of the scattered human races to bless ourselves.

Hungry ghost blocking the way, it is considered a calamity. Now that the disaster has turned into good fortune, and the calamity has been cut off, then it is time to go to the next place where the disaster will be 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 hastily bowed his hands solemnly and said, "Please order, Master Hou."

"After I leave, let's open this yard!" Chen Luo said, "It's for those noble people to entertain, only rent and not sell. Leya City is an important commercial town, there are many rich and powerful people, and they have to socialize. I There are a few autographed paintings and calligraphy left in it, which seems to be somewhat attractive to them."

Yang Qianli was startled, and frowned slightly: "Isn't this selling the reputation of Lord Hou? This subordinate... I don't understand!"

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

"At any rate, it can save three to five hundred people a year."

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

Yang Qianli's heart was shocked, and looking at Chen Luo who was full of smiles, Zheng nodded heavily, took a step back, and bowed to Chen Luo: "This subordinate must do this well, please rest assured, Lord Hou."

"Well, I don't worry about your work." Chen Luo nodded and said coolly, "Okay, let's not say more, let's go!"

Yang Qianli bowed again: "My subordinates send off Lord Hou, take care of Lord Hou all the way!"

The Breeze ~IndoMTL.com~ seems to be a hand pulling Li Ren's footsteps, obviously unable to stop it, but trying to persuade Li Ren to stay for a while.

The wind has a heart, and people have feelings.

It's time to say goodbye.

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

"So as not to be assassinated again!"

Looking at Yang Qianli, who was still bowing to see him off, Chen Luo coughed dryly, "What...Master 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 from the Yellow Crane Academy, who had left early after Rouyuan, was covered in blood, and flew towards Leya City with the neck of a magic yellow crane in his arms. Look panicked!

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