From Chopper To Cthulhu

　　 Regarding Dao Lao’s suggestion of "eat meat, don’t cook cakes", Li Goudan's face was slightly embarrassed, a little embarrassed and whispered: "Lao Dao, I, I have no money to eat meat..."

In fact, he didn’t even have money to eat meat, and he didn’t even have enough money to eat cooking cakes-he didn’t have much money with him. The breakfast just now ate more than 30 cooking cakes in one go. The remaining cost of living is almost the same.

He Zhen is also very clear about Li Goudan’s economic situation. Apart from sighing, he has nothing to say at this time. I can’t imagine that being a kitchen knife is even more tiring than being a human being. He has to teach martial arts and outlook on life. Now You even have to worry about living expenses?

However, He Zhen couldn't say how to make a lot of money in a short period of time. Fortunately, this guy has just eaten more than 30 cooking cakes. As long as he doesn't practice martial arts, he shouldn't be hungry for the time being. He Zhen thought about it and said again. : "Fine, go to the tea house market first, find a place to talk about storytelling, first inquire about the "Wulin Supreme" news."

　　 "Yes, the knife is old."

　　 Li Goudan respectfully agreed, and walked towards the lively county center of Wu County.

　　 Although I was worried that the southern dynasty army would come out of the city at any time, the gate of Wuxian County was closed, but the economic activities in the city did not stop, and all the shops that should be opened were also open.

　　 Even from another angle, because thousands of soldiers retreated into Wu County, the county town became even more lively for a while.

　　There is no other reason. After all, Wu County is only a small county. The original garrison was only a few hundred. Now, thousands of broken soldiers have poured in. Even if there are generals under the command, there is no barracks. They can only let these broken soldiers wander in the city.

Li Goudan walked twice on the bustling streets of the county town, and entered three teahouses and wine shops that were not too big and relatively low-end, and retired—the first two stores did not have a storytelling, and there was one. Mr. Pingshu, he is telling the story of the founding war of the Great Chong Dynasty.

　　 As for the luxuriously decorated restaurants, but there must be a storytelling master, Li Goudan is always a little bit afraid in his heart, not dare to set foot, and as the saying goes, money is heroic...

　　 Finally, Li Goudan finally stopped in the fourth teahouse and found a place to sit down.

Although it is morning now, there are a lot of idlers in this teahouse. The most important thing is that a storyteller who looks about 50 or 60 years old and wears a white-washed mandarin is just slobbering. splash.

　　"···That day, the world was really discolored and blood flowed, and the name "blood hand medicine demon" gradually spread in the rivers and lakes..."

Li Goudan heard that the storyteller was telling a story about a man nicknamed "Blood Hand Medicine Demon", and also heard words such as "Jianghu", knowing that this is a storytelling man who tells the story of Jianghu, so he also took out two I ordered a cup of tea and sat down and listened slowly.

I have never heard storytelling for many years, and Li Goudan is very interested, especially the story of the "Blood Hand Medicine Demon" is quite interesting. According to Mr. Storyteller, the "Blood Hand Medicine Demon" is addicted to medicine like life and walks the rivers and lakes. He always likes to carry a medicine gourd with him. When he starts a fight, he never stops the medicine. In addition, he is cruel and unrelenting, so he got such a reputation.

　　 "Where is there such a master of medicine jars..."

Although Li Goudan listened happily, he still remembered the dead father and Juanzi in his heart. He felt that he couldn't just listen to irrelevant stories here, just when the story from the storyteller came to an end and halfway through drinking tea. , Stood up and asked the storyteller:

　　 "Mr., have you ever heard of "Wulin Supreme"?"

　　 The old storyteller who was drinking tea to moisturize his throat heard the words and gave Li Goudan a little unhappy, frowning, but ignored him.

　　 Li Goudan felt a little embarrassed, and cowered back to his seat.

The old storyteller finished his tea and continued to talk about it-it was still the story of the "Blood Hand Medicine Demon". At this time, it was said that the "Blood Hand Medicine Demon" broke into the martial arts conference single-handedly and challenged hundreds of decent first-class masters alone. At that time, Li Goudan couldn't sit still.

　　 If you say it well, it’s okay to listen to it, but what's the point of this purely nonsense story? Those who can participate in the martial arts conference can use their toes to think and know that they must be a generation of masters. How can someone be able to defeat one hundred? And it's still a medicine jar.

　　 Even people who have never practiced martial arts like me think of a joke, what's so nice about it?

　　 Li Goudan didn’t want to waste any more time, and once again plucked up his courage, stood up and said to Mr. Zhan Tutor: “Your story is really nonsense. How can anyone be so powerful? I want to hear the story of Wu Lin Zhizun!”

　　 "You guys are here to make trouble!"

　　 The storyteller couldn't bear it. He slapped the table and shouted angrily: "Isn't the old man telling the story of "Wulin Supreme"?"

"what?"

　　 This time, it was Li Goudan's turn to stare wide.

　　···

"It turns out that before the dignified martial arts supreme, he was just a tenant who couldn't afford to eat, and his name was as common as mine, called Zhao Goudi, and he was still a weak medicine pot...that was later started on the rivers and lakes. I was only called the name "Blood Hand Medicine Demon", and eventually experienced many hardships ~www.wuxiahere.com~ before finally becoming the "Qitian Sage Demon, the Supreme Martial Arts". head···"

　　 Li Goudan was sitting on a chair, listening to the storyteller beating Fang Qiu and slobbering, but he felt more and more empathetic in his heart.

He had never thought that he could become the supreme figure of martial arts, before his fortune, he would be such a small and struggling ordinary person in life, no, strictly speaking, even a person who is more suffering than him. .

　　 But, as the storyteller said, "Are golden scales a thing in a pool, it will transform into a dragon in a storm".

A character like Wu Lin Zhizun has super talents. Starting from a tenant, he can learn a set of extremely difficult boxing techniques by just reading it once, and then he is out of control, and his strength is advancing by leaps and bounds. However, he is in the local green forest after more than a month. I stood firm and made a big name in the arena within three months. After half a year, it has swept the world and is hard to come by.

　　 "I am also a martial arts genius who has never been born, and may not be the next "Wulin Supreme"..."

　　 Li Goudan couldn't help but think of what Dao Lao said to him, coupled with the young and Dangerous boy who watched all night last night, full of blood is nowhere to be swayed, and his heart is so excited that he can't help but blurt out.

　　 But as soon as he spoke, Li Goudan felt his cheeks become hot and regretted a little.

　　 Now that he has only practiced the set of swords for a few hours, he has already dared to compare himself to the supreme martial arts, simply arrogant and ignorant.

　　 "That's good! The princes and generals, Ning you kind, should be replaced by the big man!"

　　 Old Dao's voice praised in his ears.

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