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For a few days, it was the wilderness, with occasional small villages and small towns. These past few months, the literary industry had still been that same literary industry, extremely shameless. However, they would not brazenly slap the young lady's butt again, and would open their mouths to ask for shelter from the families in the village, as if they were honey. Therefore, they did not suffer much. He stopped to play and play when he was tired, and did not feel lonely. Taking away all the money, he even left behind ten taels of silver, but no matter how hard the literary industry tried to calculate, these ten taels of silver wouldn't be enough to support Ru Yang. They sat by the river and bitterly threw stones into the river.

After another ten days of trekking, the mountain had become flat and the road had become flat. Gradually, they arrived at the border of Ru Yang. Ru Yang has always been a bustling town with a large scale and dense human traffic. The unspeakable Zhu Lou Qi, the unspeakable 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Along the way, his clothes were fragrant, and he was dressed extravagantly. Even Wen Ye's eyes were dazzled by his beauty. In the first few days, he didn't dare enter the large inn and only went to the inn in the alleyway to pass the time. But he was clever and sweet, and every time he checked into an inn, he would make the waiter happy. The shop owner, dressed up as a scholar, was also excited, saying that Feng Manlou's storyteller had stolen most of the business in Ru Yang City, and that he was a sharp talker who wanted him to stay and say that it was a big deal.

When the literary company, which had spent almost all of its money, heard this, it also immediately agreed. In the alleyway of the restaurant began to do business that used to scoff at the nose.

This world could make money in any way!

However, the literary industry which had a little bit of silver soon revealed their true nature. They were drunk everyday and had gotten used to the drunkenness of the city. So young! If one refused to glance at the cheap store, one would not be able to enter unless they were a superior room or a restaurant.

Pine shrimp, steamed monkey brain, osmanthus duck groin, emerald fish ball soup... All the rare delicacies that ordinary citizens had never seen in the city were being eaten by him.

Drunk in the streets, watching a group of people performing horse shows, a few men holding hands with horses, monkeys and other small animals, beating the gongs and drumming the drums, joking and laughing, only to make him clap his hands in admiration, before throwing a silver coin over. The artists who had received the money were all overjoyed. The old man with the flowing water price was shouting. He was indeed happy. He puffed his chest out and felt that he was ten times more impressive than the crown prince Lin Pi!

However, their prestige could only be counted on one hand. If there came a day when they heard that the guest's master wanted to reward them with money, then they would be able to display their might. If what he said was no good, then they would buy a bowl of noodles.

However, it was undeniable that over the past few days, the literary industry had transferred quite a bit of money to the restaurant, but in the recent days, the amount of people who had listened to the book was pitifully small. After some inquiry, he found out that the story was told by the Wind Hall, but the story was only told by the literary industry, and the carriage was just full of literary industry. Thus, when it came to the story, it was like a fox in the mountains, even though people were fighting over it, who wouldn't clap their hands when listening to the book?

When this shop owner spoke to Wen Ye, Wen Ye also patted his chest and said in high spirits: "Dao Lord, I am the eldest disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Even if I don't see any of those things, I will at least see eight hundred.

The storytelling industry was full of nonsense, regardless of whether it was true or not, it was easy to bring up the matter of defeating a demon. The details of exterminating a demon could not be described in more detail, so what was pinching the fingers, trampling on the ground! As he said this, he jumped onto the table and imitated Zhang Xuan's actions.

The guests applauded.

This incident had alarmed the entire yamen. After a long time of encouraging each other, they finally gave up. In just seven days, every single person in the city had heard of this name, and even the little kid who had gone to the private school looked in through the window with his legs crossed. In the end, he even imitated Wen Ye's style of cutting off wooden swords and dividing his friends into two groups: Taoists and Demons. He chased them through the streets, and the entire Rising Sun City was bustling with noise and excitement!

This shop owner was already overjoyed when he saw gold and silver flowing into his pockets. In order to keep Wen Ye, this money lender, he had dragged him into the room and said earnestly, "Literature, I think you have nowhere else to go. Why not stay? I can give you some rights.

Wenye also understood the meaning behind the shopkeeper's words, but after thinking about it carefully, there would still be a time when the story ended. Don't look at the fact that the whole of Ru Yang City had come all the way here, but as long as the excitement passes, who would come listen to the book? No one was listening to the book anymore. Would he still leave a idle person behind? If you think about it carefully, in this life of drifting in the mortal world, when the sky is made into a bed, you might as well go back to the mountain gate after dinner. At most, you could stay there for ten years and never die of hunger. Even though Wenye was extremely unwilling to return to the Dragon Tiger Mountain, after Luosha had escaped, the reward for the Heaven Gate was too low to be felt. Thus, it was better for him to return to the Sect.

Wen Ye laughed and said: "Teacher, the Sect's Grand Ceremony is coming soon. We absolutely cannot stay here any longer. Tomorrow, I will give another lecture to Big Brother, and we will leave."

The shop owner saw that the literary industry had made up his mind, so he did not try to keep them. He only sighed and stuffed a jar of not-so-expensive turbid wine into his arms.

The next day, those loyal listeners had already sat up straight and ordered a few plates of beef, as well as a few jars of liquor. They comfortably listened to what Wenye had to tell them today, and those who looked at them were almost ready to tell the story.

"What bullsh * t secret? Hurry up and continue with what happened yesterday. Tell me, what happened to Manju Sha and that crown prince of Qingzhou in the end?" Last night, when I went back, I was so anxious that I felt like my heart was being scratched by a hundred claws. Even if I slept, I wouldn't be able to sleep soundly. "

All these stories were made up, and even if they were true, they would only add extra details to the story. In this world, this was not a new secret, so listening to the story was just a casual story, and it didn't feel like it really happened at all. However, to be able to make one unable to sleep at night, it had to be said that the literary industry's eloquence was truly great!

The literary hand waved his hand and said, "What's there to talk about? I'll tell you about the Dragon Tiger Mountain's grand protective formation!"

This protective array was set up by Zhang Tianzhi a thousand years ago. It had blessed the Dragon Tiger Mountain with ten thousand years of longevity, and today, not to mention Wenye, even the elders could not tell where this array eye was! But knowing nothing didn't mean one couldn't speak nonsense. Literature only wanted to blow this cow into the depths of the world, leaving behind some reputation in this world. Who knew if they would be able to go down the mountain again after returning!

Everyone in the world knew about the Dragon Tiger Mountain's grand protective formation. Some of them were already whispering to each other, making it extremely noisy. Let's just go from the Third Elder of Longhu Mountain … Damn it, Wushuang! "

With a smile on his face, Wen Ye looked around at the guests who were listening to the story. When he saw the southeastern corner of the restaurant, his pupils immediately contracted. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and saw the smiling girl waving at him.

The listener was also shocked. Someone said with a frown, "Are all sect names so full of vigor these days?"

He pushed his way through the crowd and walked towards the girl in the corner of the southeastern restaurant, but he suddenly stopped a few steps away from her. His face was pale, his pupils were dilapidated, and he staggered two steps back as if he had seen a ghost. Then he turned and pushed his way through the crowd.

"Stinky arts industry, where else do you want to run to? Eldest senior brother, quickly catch him." When the woman named Wushuang saw Wen Ye run away in such a sorry state, her laughing peach blossom eyes suddenly became unfriendly. She wrinkled her nose and spoke to the man who was drinking tea beside her.

The man gave a slight smile. With a doting look in his eyes, he looked at Wushuang and said: "Alright, little sister, drink this cup of tea for brother."

He did not get angry, but smiled and looked at the furious Wushuang. The doting look in his eyes had already spilled out, and he allowed Wushuang to drag him out of the restaurant, before calling out to the waiter: "Three pieces of tea money for me to put on the table."