Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 37: New beginning

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An old man in an old cloth shirt stood in front of a table above a high platform in a wandering house, and he eloquently told the story of "Saint Ancestor Emperor Pincetti". Although it is a well-known old thing in the world, it passed his Mouth, eloquently speaking out, still heard the tea shop full of people infatuated, forget all the fruits and vegetables in the plate.

Sun Shuping was originally a scholar, but just like most of his colleagues, he did n’t read the famous halls. It ’s useless to be a scholar. Once the reputation is not expected and the mix is ​​good, he goes to work as a staff and a master. , Poorly mixed, just start a private school and be a gentleman. Of course, it is not that those who have fallen into the streets and become beggars.

He is not bad, because of his convenient speaking, he worshipped an old storyteller as a teacher and became a storyteller, and because of his ability to read and write words, and to read a group of books, he is still a master in this field. Above, unconsciously, it has been a few decades in the past, and it has also achieved some fame.

A string of piercing birds rang, Sun Shuping kept talking on his mouth, frowning, and saw a fat man covered with dainties and full of intestines. He carried the bird cage into the wagon, and squeezed it to the front. Sit in front of the stage.

The bird seemed to be frightened, and it became sharper and sharper, making everyone angry, but it seemed to be afraid of the fat man ’s power.

Sun Shuping had to stop and laugh with him: "This man, you ca n’t bring birds in the waffles. Are you bothered to hang the birds outside?"

The fat man's eyes rolled over: "Hang out, do you know how much money my bird is worth? Lost you to pay? You tell you, it calls it, you Bibi, see who calls it nice, rest assured, Lord A penny is indispensable to you, more than this group of poor ghosts gave. "

Sun Shuping ’s brows were even worse, "pa" gave a shocking shot, "Foresee the future, and listen to the next decomposition!" I received this passage with the old saying that hasn't changed for thousands of years. Walk away.

There was a lot of applause in the tile shop, apparently not only for the passage, but also for the storyteller ’s integrity, and he threw many copper plates onto the stage.

The apprentice little stone came to the stage, picking up money, and licking on all sides, like a little monkey, which caused a laugh.

"Oh!" Little Stone screamed and fell down on the ground. There was blood on his forehead, and a **** silver horn fell on the stage.

Sun Shuping hurriedly picked up disciple and pointed at the fat man to angrily said: "You!"

"Speak, tell me another paragraph, my grandfather has money!" The fat man sneered, throwing a piece of broken silver in his hand: "Huh, holding you you are a horn, not holding you you are a bad storyteller, dare to talk to the Lord Play with your temper, do you know who he is? Use money to kill your old thing. "

A golden light flew upstairs, hitting the fat man's head, and then flicked down on the stage, a piece of gold.

Looking at the fat man again, he was **** and fainted,

"Mr. Sun? We have the shopkeeper please." A fine robust man child, somehow flashed, came to Sun Shuping's eyes.

Small stone saw the gold, quickly covered her head, picked it up, took a bite, and said in surprise: "Master, it ’s really gold, a big piece!" Suddenly he felt his head did n’t hurt, he grew long. It ’s so big, I ’ve never touched gold before.

The child who grew up in the tile shop was not so precious, but Sun Shuping felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He said that the book is cheap, and anyone can scold a few words. He has experienced this much, but he does n’t want the child to follow him. Afflicted all his life, determined to give him another career.

Thinking in his head, he followed the man to the second floor of the elegant seat, and lifted the bamboo curtain. An old man with a hairy face was sitting there. The clothes on his body did not appear to be particularly luxurious, but it was the best and most comfortable fabric at a glance. There is nothing proud of qi flow, but sitting there calmly, there is a kind of standing momentum.

With his many years of experience, he feels that the "noble" in front of him is not like someone who will come to such a place to hear books, and is more likely to be a cultivation person. A salute: "Sun Shuping, a late student, thank you for your help."

Sun Fubai looked at the storyteller who was famous all over the world, nodded slightly, and was satisfied, and once again affirmed the idea of ​​Li Qingshan. If it is through the mouth of this storyteller, ordinary stories will become Painted sounds and colors, a lot more exciting!

"Brother, have you heard of Yunxu Society?"

"No."

"Now you have heard that, this is not a place to talk, come with me!" Sun Fubai straightened up and walked out of the door. Little stone was covering his head with one hand, holding gold with one hand, and probed the brain outside the door.

"But I can only tell a story!" Sun Shuping was stunned. I really couldn't think of such a "noble" who randomly throws gold, the legendary cultivation, what would happen to him if he told a storyteller .

"That's enough." Sun Fubai touched the head of the little stone: "There is some gold."

Little Stone felt that his head didn't hurt anymore, and the blood wasn't bleeding.

After Sun Fubai left Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy, he immediately summoned the treasurers of several major bookstores, issued announcements to all cities and counties of the entire Clear River prefecture, and recruited personnel. At the same time, he personally visited some of the most famous rap singers within the scope of Clear River.

According to Li Qingshan's plan, the biggest role of these people is not to narrate songs, but to become a mentor, pass on their lifelong experience, and become the core strength of Yunxu Society.

At the same time, in the corner of Clear River Prefecture City, I also found a manor. As the headquarters of the Yunxu Society, under the impetus of absolute strength and absolute financial resources, the Yunxu Society envisioned by Li Qingshan is rapidly being established. It is still unknown when and how much power can be exerted.

When Sun Fubai was running around, Li Qingshan also came to the Shenji Island of Mohist School to prepare for the first class after coming to Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy.

When you came to the iconic giant arch on the island of Shenji, Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing were waiting there. The island was full of weird machinery and tall buildings. A group of wooden horse puppets passed by, full of a kind of Weird vitality.

Enter a magnificent building shaped like a conch (Li Qingshan feels like stool), which is also a circle of spiral upwards, stopping at the height of about the second floor or Third Level, and enter the room in the center of the spiral.

The round room is like a conch turned upside down, and it looks like a ladder. There are already many people sitting and waiting, talking in groups of three or five. In addition to the Mohist School disciple dressed in dark blue, there are also many other disciples dressed in other colors.

Li Qingshan's bamboo-green gown, although it is the only one, but it is not conspicuous mixed in. But Qi Refining Warrior are all ears and ears, and when they squinted, the topic of discussion quietly changed.

"Yo, is n’t this Novel School ’s chief disciple Lee Qingshan?"