Seven days later, in the lobby on the first floor of a certain teahouse, an old man with a white beard spoke with a eloquent tongue and foam flying around.

"We talked about last time that Sun Wukong borrowed the Sea-Dinging Needle from the Dragon King of the East China Sea - the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and then went to the underworld to forcefully sell the Book of Life and Death. The Dragon King and Lord Yama went to heaven to complain. On the recommendation of the Taibai Venus, the Jade Emperor called Sun Wukong there.

Heaven is like Bi Ma Wen.

After Wukong found out that Bi Mawen was a low-ranking official, he fled the Heavenly Palace angrily and returned to Huaguo Mountain angrily, proclaiming himself the "Monkey King"..."

The teahouse has a total of three floors, and the lobby is packed with people. The fences on the second and third floors are also crowded with people. Outside the teahouse, countless people stand on tiptoe and stretch their ears, trying to hear clearly what the storyteller is saying.

At a glance, there were no fewer than hundreds of people, making the whole teahouse packed to the brim.

Although there were so many people, the entire teahouse was extremely quiet. Everyone's face was extremely nervous. They didn't even dare to take a breath and stretched their ears for fear of missing a word.

Many people listened so intently, with such intoxicated expressions on their faces, that they even forgot about the time.

"If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time!"

The storyteller picked up a gavel in front of the table and slapped it, then with a smile on his face he clasped his fists and bowed to the crowd in the teahouse.

But the people in the teahouse didn't buy it, and there was a boo immediately.

"Don't keep us appetizing every time!"

"We've also paid out the money for the next time, please hurry up!"

"Old man Xiao, you are not kind! Every time you talk about something exciting, just break it down next time!"

The storyteller ignored everyone's strong dissatisfaction and retreated to the backstage of the teahouse with a smile on his face.

Behind, a man in a soap robe with a goatee had been waiting there early. He took out a money bag from his long sleeves and threw it towards the person in the book. "For today's reward, remember to arrive on time tomorrow."

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Although there are many stories about fairies, demons and monsters in the world of Xianxia, ​​there are no systematic mythological stories like "Journey to the West" that are partially consistent with the world of Xianxia.

Once Sun Dasheng copied "Journey to the West", it naturally became a big killer.

If he couldn't remember the content, Sun Dasheng didn't need to go offline. He could just ask the people in the live broadcast room to copy and paste it to the chat channel, and then copy it down.

The people in the live broadcast room were once again stunned by Sun Dasheng's cool operation. This guy's game name is Sun Wukong. He really acted as a copycat and copied the ancient masterpiece "Journey to the West" into the world of Xianxia.

Sun Dasheng negotiated terms with the storytellers in the city. The money they earned would be divided in half, and they would come to the small courtyard every day to collect the next day's chapters.

Of course, this alone wouldn't make much money, so Sun Dasheng took the second step.

After being promoted by storytellers, "Journey to the West" became famous.

So Sun Dasheng found a bookstore and made a chapter-chapter serialized novel based on the content that had been told by the speaker, and published it in a volume.

Thousands of copies were sold on the day it was launched. The subject matter of the book is novel, the writing is exquisite, and many of the poems and lines are catchy.

Regardless of whether they are immortal cultivators or ordinary literati and common people, after reading only a few chapters, they were deeply attracted and couldn't get out.

At the most exciting parts, such as "Havoc in Heaven", the storytellers were even blocked by many monks and refused to let out, insisting that they finish telling the story before letting them go.

In the spring of this year, the whole Tiannan Prefecture and even Tiannan Dao were worried about a monkey named Sun Wukong.

The monks from other countries in Tiannan Mansion who originally came to Jingling had heard about "Journey to the West" and couldn't help but praise this book.

Naturally, Sun Dasheng has been grinning from ear to ear. In less than a week, he has made a lot of money with "Journey to the West".

"Why do you always count money every time I see you?"

Fan Qingqi looked at Sun Dasheng speechlessly. She really couldn't understand why this guy was so paranoid about money. It was as if he was obsessed with money.

"Miss, you are a well-fed man and don't know how hungry a man is. You have never been hungry in your life."

Sun Dasheng rolled his eyes angrily, "There is no hope of cultivating immortality, so I naturally have to save some money and practice martial arts for self-defense. Otherwise, I will be ravaged by violent women every time, and I will lose face..."

"What did you say?"

Sun Dasheng coughed quickly and immediately gave up, "I didn't say anything..."

For the past seven days, Fan Qingqi has been coming to Sun Dasheng's small courtyard every day, almost as punctually as going to work.

When she read the story of "Journey to the West", she was surprised and ran over every day to read the updated chapters of Sun Dasheng in advance. She would always see the latest chapters earlier than those storytellers.

When she was really curious about the following chapters, Fan Qingqi would also use her fists to coerce Sun Dasheng into telling the following contents.

But Sun Dasheng acted like "he would rather die than surrender" and refused to tell Fan Qingqi the content.

Then the two started fighting and bickering, and their relationship quickly heated up.

But the basic pattern of getting along is that Sun Dasheng can't help but irritate Fan Qingqi with his mean words, and then provokes the other party to beat him up, and he never gets tired of it.

And Fan Qingqi actually did a lot of things secretly. Sun Dasheng's publishing business became more and more popular, and a lot of people coveted him, both covertly and covertly.

Those who cultivate immortality naturally don't care about the wealth of mortals, but those in the underworld who are from all three religions and nine streams are not included in this category.

In addition to showing off the gangsters who came to blackmail him, Fan Qingqi secretly prevented Sun Dasheng from several disasters. Sometimes she was afraid that something would happen to him and would stay outside the yard all night.

Sun Dasheng suddenly sniffed, "Did you smell the smell of blood..."

Fan Qingqi was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with shock, "Can you smell this?"

"You..." Fan Qingqi's pretty face turned red like a blood-stained rag.

"You bastard, you have a dog nose, you know...it's only your second day today, you actually..."

Before she finished speaking, Fan Qingqi hid her face and ran away in shame.

"Why is this little girl so nervous today..."

Sun Dasheng shook his head, moved a stool, stood on it and looked into the yard next door, because the bloody smell he just smelled came from the neighbor's yard.

Sun Dasheng stood on tiptoe to look towards the opposite yard, but his expression suddenly froze because he already understood what Fan Qingqi meant.

"I spit out the salt soda after a mouthful of it. I'm laughing so hard!"

"Pfft, what the hell kind of operation is this..."

"Oh my god, today is the second day, hahahaha, no, this cute girl has been responsible for my laughter for a year!"

"Hahahaha, Wukong, why don't you hurry up and stop the bleeding!

...

Sun Dasheng's face turned dark when he saw what these idiots said in the live broadcast room.

"Tweet?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Sun Dasheng's ear, and he saw a round, snow-white thing like marshmallow in front of his eyes.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!