A paragraph of storytelling is finished.

The guests in the teahouse are still in high spirits!

Everyone was clamoring for another session and refused to let him go!

The first day Gu's Teahouse opened.

Business is extremely booming!

Old Yang was counting the money and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear!

"Storyteller, tell me again, where did the peerless strong man go after he seriously injured Emperor Yu?"

"Yes! This is the key!"

"If you tell me, I will reward you with all my salary for this month!"

"..."

The crowd was excited.

The storyteller is in a dilemma.

Second floor.

Mu Yuyan smiled without trace, pursed her red lips lightly, and thought to herself, he was right next to me, in the same teahouse as you...

At this time.

A gold ingot flew out from the corner of the first floor and landed unexpectedly on the storyteller's tea table.

Everyone's eyes are open!

I didn’t expect that there are children from rich families in this teahouse!

"Storyteller, tell me about the strength of that worshipper. Is he really that much stronger than Emperor Yu?"

It was a girl's clear voice.

Everyone looked at the sound.

See the corner.

The girl was young, had a soft face, and her black hair hung in two bunches around her waist (commonly known as twin ponytails). She was not dressed like a native of Dajing, and she had a blood-red umbrella at her feet.

Sitting across the table from her was an old woman with a wrinkled face. She had no expression and looked a little lifeless!

"is her..."

Mu Yuyan noticed this little girl with her beautiful eyes.

My heart moves!

The King of Beiming had also sent a portrait before.

She naturally recognized that this was the little princess An Qiu who sneaked out from the Beiming Palace and ran to Dajing to attract the attention of everyone.

"What a coincidence, I met my husband right after we came out."

Mu Yuyan secretly said, still leaning against Gu Lan, planning to quietly see what she wanted to do.

Gu Lan's eyes also fell on Luan Xiaoyao.

Oh, he is actually an imperial realm master!

His bone age doesn't look very old.

With such a level of cultivation at such an age, he must not be an unknown person on the mainland.

"Thank you for your grace, Miss! Thank you very much!"

The storyteller didn't intend to tell anymore.

Because what he knew about Gu Lan's deeds was indeed limited, and he was afraid of revealing the truth if he continued talking about it.

but.

Even with a lot of money, I have to make it up!

"Speaking of the strength of the great priest of Tianji Pavilion, there is no limit... He has proved a lot by crushing Emperor Dayu that day!"

"And look at the traces in the capital!"

"Come to think of it, it's not impossible for at least an immortal-level powerful person to break through and become a saint, and to reach a place that no one has reached on the mainland for thousands of years!"

"..."

The storyteller is eloquent.

Gu Lan held his forehead.

This time, I guessed the truth by mistake, but his beard-blowing and staring expression always gave people the feeling that he was bragging...

The words fell to the ground.

The audience in the teahouse was excited!

"How can that great priest be so strong? But I heard from a friend who worked in the Habayashi Guards before that he seemed to be quite young!"

"Being young means you are extremely talented!"

"That's right, otherwise how could he be worshiped by Tianji Pavilion as a peerless powerful man who caused two visions of heaven and earth!"

"Hahaha! Fortunately, this peerless strong man belongs to us in Dajing. Several other dynasties do not have such cover!"

"..."

The storyteller accompanied the melon-eating crowd below and played along.

Talking and laughing.

Anyway, they don’t know what the strength of the peerless powerful man is, but if he can protect their Dajing people, they will blindly worship him!

On the second floor, Mu Yuyan's eyebrows slightly raised when she heard this, and her heart felt sweet.

He glanced at Gu Lan furtively.

He was expressionless.

"Mr. Sir, what I said is very good. Please reward me."

"..."

Gu Lan felt that it was not easy for him to compile his own deeds. He nodded and was about to take out a piece of silver from his sleeve.

But listen!

In the corner, Luan Xiaoyao snorted coldly!

"Hmph! What kind of great minister from Tianji Pavilion can defeat Emperor Yu at such a young age? How is that possible!"

Luan Xiaoyao rubbed her nose at Mr. Storyteller:

"You must be bragging!"

The storyteller looked embarrassed: "This..."

"How come you, a little girl, are slandering our strong men in Jingguo?"

"Where did you come from, you stinky girl? If you can't speak, just shut up!"

"If you weren't a girl and dared to say such things to our patron saint of Jingguo, I would have punished you!"

"..."

I have to say that the storyteller’s words are still confusing.

It only takes a cup of tea.

Gu Lan has gone from a mysterious and peerless strong man to the patron saint of the people of Jingguo!

Everyone respects you!

At this moment, everyone was filled with indignation and criticized Luan Xiaoyao for a while, making her laugh out loud!

Her white and tender little hands grasped the red paper umbrella handle and turned it gently!

No one has reacted yet!

The storyteller's table and the clothes were torn apart at the same time and became pieces on the ground!

"ah!"

The old storyteller blushed.

He quickly ran to the backyard.

In the teahouse.

After seeing how extraordinary Luan Xiaoyao was, everyone shut up in awe. The few who had just shouted didn't dare to say anything anymore!

Luan Xiaoyao smiled proudly and walked slowly to the center of the main hall.

And the second floor.
To be continued...