Bang!

The awakening wood beat, and it sounded like thunder, attracting many gazes.

Early in the morning, the teahouse was filled with guests, and the water vapor was rising, and the crowd was clamoring, which was very lively.

The old acquaintances greeted each other intimately and sat in the audience.

The storyteller sat upright and held a folding fan in his hand, and started talking casually.

"Tell me a thousand and tell me ten thousand!

The legend of Luojing has been passed down for a hundred years, but it has not yet been felt new.

Words are old sayings, but reason is not common sense.

Just because Dayu is in the center of the world, Luojing, as the most important place in Kyoto, hides dragons and lies in tigers, and all kinds of human surprises happen every moment, but it is just unknown to ordinary people!"

The storyteller told the story, and the people sitting around nodded while drinking tea, which was full of sighs.

Luojing residence is not easy!

Seeing that success attracted everyone's attention, the storyteller was secretly proud and deliberately delayed his tone.

"But there is no airtight wall in the world, and even the deepest secrets will be leaked one day.

Just last night, something extremely rare happened in the west city of Luojing. Those who hear it were surprised and those who see it were amazed."

West District?

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

As the saying goes: The east city is noble, the south city is rich, and the northwest city is in trouble.

Luojing has its own layout, with four urban areas in the southeast, west and north, noble people in the east city, rich businessmen in the south city, and the two cities in the west and north are the most down and out.

At least there are some foreign merchants in the North City, and they are strange things, and they are not short of lively.

Only this Xicheng is full of shabby alleys and dilapidated alleys, and is the place where the lowest-class talents live.

Where is it surprising?

They all guessed, but they were still clueless.

But the storyteller was sitting in front of the desk. The old god was drinking tea on the ground, with a mysterious smile on his face and refused to talk about it.

These old listeners have been through a long routine, but they still don’t understand his tricks. There are boos from below and the copper coins are smashed like rain.

"Speak quickly! Don't keep it a secret!"

"Well said, your reward is indispensable!"

"I'm not right, I'll smash your table!"

...

The copper coins fell down one after another, and the storyteller did not change his expression and even took a deep breath.

The feeling of hitting the face is the smell of money, not to mention it, it is just two words, authentic!

After moistening his throat, he bowed to the audience and started talking in a casual manner.

"As we all know, there are many strange people in the folk, and they all have their own ways. Colorful opera masters use all kinds of clever tricks to make people amazing. Colorful scarves turn into fish, big turns into living people, and the Three Immortals return to the cave... They are all strange techniques that have been known for a long time, and the magical search technique is a legend in the legend, and few people can use it.

And just last night, someone used this large-scale trick of the immortal rope in Xicheng. A colorful cloud enveloped the sky, transforming into a mirage, and an endless wonderland!"

"This is actually happening!" There was a burst of exclamation below, and my thighs were almost swollen, full of regret.

"I wouldn't go to bed early and take care of my health if I had known it! I missed such a good show."

"Who said no? I'm missing something about it than others for nothing. It's really hateful!"

"It's true! I don't say anything, I'll give you some support!"

...

The storyteller smiled slightly, and another mysterious smile appeared on his face. Awakening wood slapped it, overwhelmed the voice of the audience, and then he spoke quietly.

"This is not only that! The legendary wonderful realm of the Heavenly Palace is displayed above the colorful clouds, and there is also a grand and righteous voice passing down, like the teachings of heaven and man. It is said that those who are fortunate to hear it are happy to hear the truth and cleanse their hearts, especially those who like to pretend to be reserved the most in daily life are all ecstatic, and they have no ordinary demeanor..."

The storyteller seemed to be present in person, and his words were concise but accurately described the scene one by one.

Everyone below felt immersive, couldn't help but hold their breath, and burst into marvels from time to time.

There are even copper coins that are like rain, endless.

“It’s a reward!”

The teahouse was full of praise and a sensation, and it spread to the streets, attracting many surprises. It was passed down by word of mouth and spread at an astonishing speed.

The old and young men have interpreted all kinds of strange versions, some have long lost their true colors, while others have accidentally hit it, but they are closer to the reality...

"It is said that the reason why the Cai Opera Master can turn into auspicious cloud out of thin air is because he is a legendary practitioner."

"It's not only that! My nephew works as a servant in the yamen. According to him, these are two gods fighting in the sky. Someone also hears the barking of the god dogs, and then sees the heavenly being Ling Yue!"

"Not bad! This is true! A child was abducted in Yinhuafang last night, but a white-haired divine dog suddenly appeared and found the real murderer!"

...

On this day, there were rumors in all streets and alleys in Luojing.

What they didn't know was that with their admiration, a wisp of invisible energy in the naked eye floated out from the top of their heads like smoke and fog, and went to a shabby place in the West City.

What they knew was that there was another legend in Luojing, who was always performing various human stories.

...

"The Colorful Opera Master is dead!"

I said in secret, silently, and the needles can be heard. Even a drop of water can be heard clearly when I fell.

It seems that it is located at an unknown depth. The thick walls and soil cover all the light and sound eyes. Only the eternal light that has been extinguished for many years lights whale oil, providing a faint light.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, causing a strange smile.

"Cough cough cough! This is a waste, it's a big deal for us." An old man who kept coughing and seemed to die at any time.

"How did Jin Wuming die?" There was a sharp and harsh laugh.

"He took six subordinates to pick and cut, and encountered nostalgic tough guys, so he died!" The hoarse figure was silent for a while and spoke.

"I could see clearly that battle last night. The gods made such a big noise, even the group of disgusting domestic cats in the Royal Cats were alarmed. I didn't expect that there was someone in Luojing who could surpass Jin Wuming in the change! I felt like I had seen his abilities." Jie Ao was full of surprise in his anger.

"Why should such a person beg for death? Cultivators are half a monster, no longer human, human nature? A joke! I dare to block the path of the Beggar Immortal Sect, my Beggar Gang must not let this person go!" A cold snorted beside him and tested.

...

For a moment, in the secret passage, strange sounds were heard, making people feel nervous and mentally confused.

"Who is the murderer?" A sudden irritable roar rang out, and the words were filled with Chiluo's pain and hatred, wishing to kill all living beings.

All the strange sounds around him were extinguished, and he was speechless.

The hoarse voice paused before speaking again.

"The answer lies in it! This is the prop 'think tank' that Jin Wuming sent in the last moment!"

A pair of gazes looked at each other.

A small tip floated silently in the air, revealing a piece of paper, writing bloodily.

"Heavenly Court, Erlang Zhenjun, Yang Jian!"

...

"Jin Wuming's secret recipe is gone!"

Luojing was noisy, but the magnificent palace at the foot of the imperial city was not at all noisy.

The six thick doors separate all the peeping and noise, as if they were a natural barrier, and there were two worlds inside and outside the door.

Inside the government office, there are hills, strange rocks, courtyards... artificially arranged, natural, and condensed everything in the world. Cat owners crawled up and down, stretched their waists from time to time, making lazy meows.

A group of men in robes and strong clothes were surrounded by a naked body, with a serious expression.

"Not bad!" A dark-faced man came to the corpse and carefully examined it. He seemed to be a coroner. He then took off his leather gloves and said confidently: "This secret recipe of the colored opera master has been taken away! There are scars on every part of his body, only the two parts of the forehead, Tianling and ankles are fatal injuries.

The heavenly spirit was broken, as if it were done by Confucian magical powers. The ankle wound was damaged by sharp teeth of monsters such as dogs and wolves. However, the aura was quite bizarre, neither demon nor human, nor ghost nor demon, and it seemed to be a strange spirituality that had never been seen before.

Not only that, the energy left on other wounds is also even more different.

If I hadn't heard what you said, I would have thought that Jin Wuming was besieged and died.

But if it was done by one person, the murderer's technique of change would be extremely bizarre, and even the Cai Opera, who was known for his change, would die at his hands.

”

The coroner told his observations in detail, restored the truth of the case, sometimes frowned, sometimes questioned... In the end, his tone was unconcealed and amazed.

Xuanmao squatted at her feet. The thin man listened to what the coroner said, and also thought in a deep voice about the various messages he collected last night.

First, the dog god in Yinhuafang appeared and rescued the abducted baby.

Not long after, Jin Wuming fought with the mysterious monk and arrived at the same place.
To be continued...