"Sister, do you know that I heard a hugely touching story this afternoon..."

"Dad, don't rush, cough... I saw that the Floating House Immortal Monarch descended from the sky..."

"Thousands of fierce beasts, mighty and mighty, chasing the Fushe Immortal Monarch and others, straight into the cave... Son, don't sleep yet, Dad hasn't finished talking yet..."

"Boyang, I remember, I remember everything..."

"In a flash, everything is gone..."

At night.

Every house is brightly lit.

Without exception, people are telling what they have seen today.

The story is called "Floating in a flash, everything is gone".

Under the eaves, by the well, in front of the street...

One to ten, ten to hundred.

The story of the floating house soon spread among the people.

Overnight, there was a trend of "exploding".

And above the sky.

Jade Pavilion.

Ningguang was holding the report in his hand and was fascinated.

"Huh? Interesting..."

"The person who led the battle 500 years ago was the Fusha Immortal Monarch..."

"Did you encounter the main force of the enemy army? It makes sense..."

"In a flash, everything is gone..."

After a long time, Ningguang put down the report in his hand and rubbed his sour temples.

"The story, very well written..."

"No, it's excellently written!"

Ningguang praised without hesitation.

"My lord, when the young man said it on the spot, the response was also very good."

"Listening to what people said, a lot of people cried."

Baiwen said respectfully.

"It's nature."

"Wouldn't it be a pity not to shed a few tears for such a good story?"

With that, Ningguang slowly got up and walked towards the windowsill.

Looking in the direction of the strata in the distance, a few sparkles crossed his eyes.

It was a moment before her voice rang out again.

"To be able to write such a magnificent story, the talent of that young man is very good."

"There are many details in that story, even in my opinion, that there are no loopholes."

"This power and design are really powerful."

The sound of condensing light is like cool thin ice, but there is a sincere admiration.

"Lord Ningguang, it's rare to see you praise someone like this."

Baiwen smiled.

Then he tilted his head and spoke again

"Just listening to what the guests said, it doesn't seem like the boy wrote this story."

Hearing this, Ningguang was a little surprised, and asked, "Oh? Who wrote that? "

"I heard that Tian Tiezui wrote it, but he wasn't there at the time, so he asked his apprentice to tell the story on his behalf."

Baiwen replied respectfully.

Ning Guang heard this, but shook his head noncommittally.

"I don't listen to books very often, but I've listened to them a few times."

"Tian Tiezui doesn't have that pen power."

Now it's Baiwen's turn to be confused.

"Who wrote that?"

Ningguang was not in a hurry to answer the other party, but walked leisurely to the table and picked up a warm tea.

"Did the boy ever show jerkiness or stuckness when he was telling the story?"

Baiwen thought about it, and then shook his head.

"No, I heard from the people that the young man was very familiar with the storytelling."

"Even, it can be said to be a picture of color."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Ning Guang's mouth.

"Then when this young man is telling a story, can he meet the guests asking questions?"

"And how did he answer?"

Ningguang took a sip of warm tea, waiting for the other party's answer.

Baiwen bit his finger and thought carefully.

"Hmm..."

"There was a Millelith at the scene who questioned it..."

But the young man answered without hesitation.

Listening to Baiwen's answer, Ningguang smiled.

"That's it."

Baiwen scratched his head, his face confused, obviously not yet reacting.

"That boy is the author of this story."

Ningguang said with a smile.

Hearing this, Bai Wen was suddenly surprised.

"It's... But the boy was only a teenager! It's only been less than a year since I followed Tian Tiezui!! "

Listening to Baiwen's exclamation, Ningguang smiled even more.

"That's why I said, that kid is very talented."

Bai Wen was stunned, obviously shocked.

"The performance is very familiar, and in the face of questions, he also talks eloquently, and the answers are fluent."

"If he is not the author of the story, the emperor will not believe it."

Ning Guangmei said with a smile.

"But is it possible that it was another storyteller ghostwriting..."

"For example, Dr. Tea, Liu Su or something..."

Baiwen still can't believe it.

"No way, he doesn't have that strength."

"And, that guy, in addition to being able to speak and listen to the next breakdown..."

"Did you hear anything else from him?"

Ningguang looked at Baiwen with a smile.

Baiwen was suddenly a little dumbfounded.

"When you think about it, it seems that there is really no one else..."

Baiwen muttered in a low voice, and the shock in his eyes could not be dissipated for a long time.

Ningguang admired the secretary's shocked expression, and his face was full of smiles.

"Send someone to ask, but remember not to disturb the boy."

"If this story is really written by the boy..."

"With his talent, he may be able to use it for me..."

Ningguang's gaze slowly drifted out of the window.

And floating out with his gaze, there is also the ambition of heavenly power.

......

Liyue Harbor.

An old fisherman, listening to a story from the crew.

"Oh, oh, that float is also a character!"

"Mmmm, a body of thunder and lightning, sweeping a large area!"

The old fisherman listened with relish, and applauded from time to time.

Although it was already the middle of the night, looking at the old man's energetic appearance, it seemed that he could hear the dawn all the time.

The crew members were happy to hear the old man, and their mouths kept talking, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.

The old fisherman....

Certainly not really an old fisherman.

Beneath that delicately camouflaged face lies a beautiful face.

He....

Her name is Yelan.

He is the chief of the information department of the General Affairs Division.

It's been a habit for her to come to Liyue Harbor every day to inquire about the news.

The crew members said excitedly, and Yelan also listened with interest.

However, her real heart is absent-minded.

At this time, what was entrenched in her mind was not a floating house at all, a storyteller.

Rather, it's the Traveler, the Fatui, the executor of the Solstice Realm....

All kinds of complicated and trivial affairs were tangled in her mind.

Annoying.

However, in the next second, her body trembled suddenly.

"What did you just say?!"

The old fisherman's eyes suddenly burst out with two faint blue rays of light.

The crew was taken aback.

"It is said that it is the Immortal Monarch of the Floating House, who often calls Boyang..."

The crew said cautiously.

"Say it again, call who?!!"

The old fisherman's eyes were aggressive and lustre-like.

"Uncle... Boyang..."

The crew subconsciously took a step back.

"Boyang... Boyang..."

Yelan kept chanting the name.

The whole person is like a demon.

There was no way she could forget the name.

Although it has been a long time, I only heard those stories from my elders when I was young.

But she never forget.

It was the name of her ancestor.

Boyang is the Millelith Army who went to the Chasm to fight the disaster.

At the same time, it is also the ancestor of the Yelan family.

Yelan is the descendant of the last Millelith Army back then.

"What an amazing story..."

"Perhaps it should be said..."

Yelan's eyes suddenly emitted a brilliant blue light.

"Amazing intelligence ..."

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