Chapter 239: Immortal Drunkenness

"Why are these two old guys still fighting? Don't break the treasure!"

The person hiding on the wall is Yuan Xiaochun.

She is the last generation of the Jiangmen.

The name of Jiangmen is not well known in the martial arts world nowadays, because as early as 20 years ago, Jiangmen was destroyed because the weapons it made for the emperor were unusable.

On the night of Jiangmen's destruction, a man escaped.

This man had no skills, but he was loyal to Jiangmen, so he adopted an orphan and raised him seriously for more than 20 years.

This orphan was Yuan Xiaochun.

Because her master had no skills, Yuan Xiaochun also had no skills.

But Yuan Xiaochun had good eyesight. She could tell at a glance that Wang Ran's Torrential Pear Blossom Needle was an extremely sophisticated weapon. If she could get it, perhaps she could restore many lost skills of the craftsmen.

Yuan Xiaochun looked forward to it eagerly.

She waited for an incense stick, and finally the courtyard was clear.

The elders of the Sword Pavilion and the eunuchs in the palace went out.

Yuan Xiaochun rubbed her hands excitedly.

She jumped down from the courtyard wall and walked to the table lightly. The way she took the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle was very simple - she put it in her arms and ran away.

Yuan Xiaochun ran out in a flash, but was intercepted after a few steps.

The fight in the courtyard attracted many people. How could a thief with no skills run out with a bulging pocket?

"Where are you going?"

A bearded man carrying a stick blocked Yuan Xiaochun's way.

Yuan Xiaochun turned around and tried to leave.

"This road is blocked."

A masked man in a white robe stood behind Yuan Xiaochun.

"What are you going to do?"

"Ah!"

"Let me go!" "

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Wang Ran, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head. He imagined that there should be some passionate martial arts scenes, but now it looked like a few weirdos in COSPLAY performing a show of novices fighting each other.

Boring, ignorant, and uninteresting.

He even lost some of the mood to go on vacation.

He raised his foot and kicked a stone.

Whoosh!

The stone hit the white-robed man's hand accurately.

"Ah!!!"

The white-robed man screamed, covering his hand and retreating several feet, looking at the place where the stone came from in shock and fear.

Wang Ran walked out slowly.

"Get out!"

he whispered.

This world is too boring and too weak, why not change it.

"Who are you?!"

The white-robed man covered his hand and gritted his teeth.

"Meow!"

An orange shadow came out from nowhere, it jumped in front of the white-robed man, leaving a string of bright red blood beads. The

white-robed man fell down, covering his neck.

The orange cat landed gracefully, without even a drop of blood on its claws.

Wang Ran continued to move forward without looking back.

He deserved death for robbing and killing.

The orange cat turned its head and looked at the other person who was blocking Yuan Xiaochun.

Its eyes were flashing green.

The bearded man turned around and ran away in fear, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Meow~"

The orange cat called softly, and then chased after Wang Ran with elegant steps.

Yuan Xiaochun was stunned for a moment.

She also chased after Wang Ran as if possessed by a spirit.

The next day, Xianrenzui reopened in another place in Jian Ge Fang City.

Wang Ran bought a new tavern.

Because there was no advance publicity, even the plaque was not changed, and there were almost no people in the tavern.

Wang Ran slowly said: "A long time ago, there was a poor young man named Aladdin."

Today's story is about "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".

But this story is not an ordinary story.

There was only one guest in the tavern at this time. He was a porter in Jian Ge, a poor man who couldn't even shake out any money.

He was very confused when he heard Wang Ran speak.

He looked around and made sure that he was the only one in the tavern, and his doubts became even stronger.

Storytelling is supposed to make money.

He was the only one in the tavern, how could the storyteller make money?

The porter shrugged, thinking that no matter what, he would not pay anyway, and the little money he had was exchanged for wine.

"Aladdin was bewitched by a magician named Maghreb and went to a cave with a trap to get a magical oil lamp."

An invisible force spread with Wang Ran's voice.

The porter's eyes became blank.

He kept drinking and soon finished the cup of wine in front of him, but he kept repeating the action of drinking.

After a while, the story was over.

The servant suddenly woke up.

He looked at the empty cup in front of him and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What happened?

Why do I feel that

the servant turned his head and looked around, and felt that the whole world became clear, and he could even see a mosquito a hundred meters away.

He was shocked.

Watching mosquitoes a hundred meters away?

This is the insight that only masters have!

There are not many masters in the whole world!

At this time, a voice rang in his ear: "Everyone can only listen to the storytelling for free once. If you want to listen again, you have to bring out something that I am interested in."

"Of course, if you have a wonderful story, you can also bring it out as the theme of my next storytelling, so that the effect of listening to the storytelling will be better."

After saying that, Wang Ran issued an order to expel the guest.

"This guest, please go back."

The servant was surprised and suspicious: "It's you."

He thought to himself, could my improved insight be related to the storyteller?

Wang Ran ignored him and flicked his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force pushed the servant out of the tavern door.

Bang!

The door of the tavern closed automatically, and a thank you sign fell from the top of the door frame.

The servant looked at the tavern in shock.

He was sure that the change in his insight was related to Wang Ran's storytelling.

A word emerged from his mind.

Opportunity!

A great opportunity!

The servant's heartbeat accelerated wildly.

If his insight was really improved by listening to storytelling, then just listening to storytelling once raised his insight to the master level. What would happen if he listened to it a few more times?

Let his observation surpass the master?

Observation is neither strength nor physique, and it cannot bring him a substantial improvement, but observation is more important than both strength and physique.

Because his observation ability allows him to anticipate the enemy and discover the weaknesses of the enemy's moves, he currently possesses the insight of a master. It can be said that as long as he is not too careless, he will be invincible at the same level!

Ah! It is me who is so arrogant!

This is just one storytelling session. Maybe storytelling can also improve other abilities?

But each person can only listen to storytelling once for free.

His chance is gone.

If he wants to step into this tavern again, he has to give the storyteller a satisfactory gift.

He is just a small errand boy, where can he find a gift?

"I have to tell more people about this tavern."

The errand boy made a very difficult decision: "Exchange information for treasures, so that I can come to the tavern again and listen to the storytelling of my predecessors."

The tavern is located in the market town and cannot be hidden.

He had to seize the time to exchange information for resources before the news of this magical tavern spread.

But who can afford this news?

The servant left in a hurry.

In the tavern, Wang Ran was still sitting at the table, but the difference was that a girl in coarse linen clothes was respectfully pouring tea for him.

"Senior, your storytelling is amazing!"

Yuan Xiaochun whispered.

Wang Ran said nothing, just picked up the tea and took a sip.

It's okay.

This tea-making skill is rare in this world.

There is a huge gap between gods and ordinary extraordinary people. Even if they are just immersed in the spiritual power of gods, the spiritual attributes of ordinary extraordinary people will rise accordingly.

This world is too weak.

The elder of Jian Ge who had a big fight in his yard last night - a single attribute is only about 100 or 200 attribute points, which can be achieved by soaking in his spiritual power once.

He did this because he was too bored.

He came here to relax on vacation, but this world was empty and boring, so he decided to create happiness for himself.

Not only that, he also accepted the task of saving the world.

He could have completed the task by crushing the evil god converts, but he suddenly realized one thing, "poverty and weakness" - a world can only be affected by one at most, and it will be doomed if it is affected by both.

He is not going to help this world become rich overnight, because wealth needs strength to maintain it.

Without strength, no matter how much wealth there is, it will be consumed in a very short time.

So he decided to teach a man how to fish. He planned to train a few strong men who could take the lead for this world, at least to the level of the Three Bowls Security Guard.

In this way, they can handle the doomsday below the level of gods by themselves.

The reason for using the storytelling method in the tavern is that this method can reach more people and it is easier to find qualified ones, thus saving his time in training talents.

The next storytelling will be at night.

At night, the people called by the little servant should come, and he will expand his influence a little.

He rubbed a ring in his hand.

[Aladdin's Ring]

[Rubbing the ring can summon a little elf, who can help you do some small things within your ability near you (you'd better use it for serious work)]

There are two elves in the myth of Aladdin.

One is the Genie of the Lamp, and the other is the Genie of the Ring.

The magic power of the Ring Elf is much weaker than that of the Lamp Elf. It cannot help people realize their wishes. At best, it is an intelligent sweeping robot that can be used as a companion when you are bored.

"This is for you."

Wang Ran flicked his finger and threw the ring into Yuan Xiaochun's arms.

Yuan Xiaochun hurriedly caught it.

Wang Ran closed his eyes and waited for the next storytelling.

"If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to survive in Jiange!"

At dusk, several burly men stood in front of the tavern.

The servant who got the advantage during the day stood beside them.

The servant said timidly, "Brother Biao, I'm not sure if the senior will still tell stories tonight, but if he is still here, I promise you won't be disappointed."

The strong man called Brother Biao snorted coldly, "It's better this way."

They are not the only ones waiting for the tavern to open.

There were some people behind them, all of whom came for the plaque of Xianrenzui.

In the afternoon, the orange cat brought a piece of very good wood from somewhere, and Wang Ran asked her to hang up the plaque of Xianrenzui again on the spot.

The old customers spread the news.

They soon learned that Xianrenzui had reopened in a new location, so they came to support it.

But time passed by.

It was almost dark, and the door of Xianrenzui was still not open.

"Why aren't you open yet?"

"I've been waiting for a long time!"

"Are you closed tonight?"

Xianrenzui was slow to open the door, and the customers gathered outside the door were a little annoyed, and some wanted to leave

. At this moment, a light breeze blew.

Creaky -

the door of Xianrenzui slowly opened.

Wang Ran, dressed in white, sat in the middle, patted his head, and spoke calmly.

"It is said that there was a Flower-Fruit Mountain eight hundred years ago."

Today is not a good day.