Chapter 32: Storyteller's cultivation method (Please read and vote) Chapter 32: Chen Yuan's feet staggered. Came to where the things fell. The lost and recovered treasure, the green lantern, There was also a white bone that had been polished smooth. Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows and took a move from the bushes. He pinched it in his hand, looked at it with his heart, and couldn't help but frown. There is a black evil spirit inside. It seems to have been refined by someone. He thought about it, circulated his true energy, and tried it out. I saw that the black evil spirit dissipated in an instant like a boiling oil pan.

Then, just like painting with pen and ink, a miniature ink painting slowly formed in the middle of the bone. There was a valley between the mountains, and the evil spirit finally gathered there, leaping like a flame. Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed. Although I don't know where this place is, But this thing has a murderous aura. If his guess was correct, there might be some powerful demons lurking in this place. What's the connection between that evil monk holding this thing and appearing here? Chen Yuan looked at the vast mountains in the darkness. There are countless monsters hiding in the deep mountains and old forests of this 800-li Langdang Mountain. In the past six months, his practice has been low, and he has not yet set foot in many places. Think about it. Chen Yuan put away the bone tablet and the green lamp into his sleeve. After doing all this, he opened his chest and looked into his arms. The squirrel Xiaohua curled up into a ball, no longer as energetic as before. My eyelids are drooping. Chen Yuan hurried down the mountain. Not long after, I returned to Qingshan County, to the small courtyard of Jiazifang. At this time, in Qingshan County, in an inn. The storyteller is staying at this inn today. In the guest room, an oil lamp was burning.

The old man with a goatee was burying his head in the table. With pen and ink in hand, there are books on the table. He picked up a pen and wrote lines of small characters. "On the Jiazi day, in Qingshan County, Shu, the people here are suffering. I was telling a story here, and heard that there was a demon disaster in Yunlu County next door. The captain who patrolled the mountains here killed the demon and was praised by the people. The extent of the disaster is unknown, so you can tell me and pass it on." The old man with a goatee paused after writing this. Then he thought for a moment and tore up the page. The patrol captain here has an unknown name and his realm is unknown. There are too many people and things like this in the world. It seems that there is not much to say in terms of words and storytelling. We are all struggling to cross the ocean of suffering in this world. He is a storyteller, traveling around the world, looking for stories. Then write about these passionate, sad, or high-spirited scenes in the martial arts world, speak for these people in the martial arts world, spread them far and wide, and gain the fortune of heaven and earth. This is the way their lineage practices! He shook his head and thought that there was nothing worth writing a book about Qingshan County for the time being. Let’s take a break first! . ………… The next day, the sky brightened. Chen Yuan woke up and checked the little squirrel's injuries first. He passed another breath of true energy over. The little guy lay in the small nest prepared for him by Chen Yuan, looking listless. The white fox was chirping and pacing back and forth beside them. Seems very anxious. "It's okay, just take a few days to recover." He checked the little guy's injuries, a thoughtful look flashed across his brows, and said. Yesterday, this little guy was seriously injured by the demon monk Tixuan. He took a breath of true qi to prolong his life. When he was checked again today, it was found that his injuries had improved a lot. He guessed that the little guy must have had some adventure. Maybe it has something to do with that green lamp! He told Xiaobai to relax and told him to look after the house. Then he went out. Soon after, he arrived outside the city gate, in a forest somewhere in the east. There was a whistling sound. After a few minutes, There is a chirp sound. Soon, a light green bird flew out of the forest. It fell on the branch in front of Chen Yuan.

The bird is the size of a palm, with a yellow round spot under its eye and a small tuft of hair on its head. "chirp" The little bluebird chirped twice, its eyes were blood red, like two rubies, and it looked at Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan took out the white bone tablet and summoned the evil spirit. The landscape painting appeared. "Find me where this valley is." He gave the order. The little bluebird is jumping around on the branches. A ball of true qi the size of a green bean flowed out from Chen Yuan's fingers. The little blue bird flew over, pecked at the inner energy with its beak, and swallowed the inner energy. Then it flapped its wings and flew away. Chen Yuan watched the little bluebird fly away, his eyes thoughtful. The evil monk from last night will surely come back again, and the dominoes that fell from his body will appear in this demon valley again. He would feel uneasy if he didn't investigate. He likes to act on his own initiative, but he doesn't like being killed by others. While he was thinking about it, he was still worried, so he used the Mountain-Moving Tiger Talisman to give orders to the contracted monsters nearby. If you encounter a bald monk, issue a warning. Now, Chen Yuan felt a little more relieved. After doing all this, Chen Yuan went to Lao Wu’s wine stall in a corner of the alley as usual. Old Wu is always smiling Chen Yuan drank a glass of wine and exchanged some information with Lao Wu. I also mentioned the storyteller. "Old Wu, did you know that there is a storyteller at the gate of Qingshan County?" "Your Excellency, I know about this matter. He came here early yesterday morning. Do you think there is something fishy about this man?" Old Wu lowered his voice as he spoke. Chen Yuan shook his head and talked about what he saw and heard when he met the storyteller. The other party's practice method is quite special, and he cultivates himself through storytelling. "Do you know where this came from?" When Old Wu heard this, he looked thoughtful. Soon, his expression changed, and then he whispered: "According to what I know, this should be a relatively unconventional category among the various schools of thought. When I was young, I heard about this kind of thing. It seemed to belong to some novelist... I can't remember the details."

"These people traveled far and wide, recording the deeds of those amazing people along the way and spreading them everywhere. The protagonists of the stories spread by these people became famous in the world and naturally gained luck. These people borrowed the luck from them and fed it back to themselves." "This kind of practice is really weird. Maybe the storyteller can make everyone rise to heaven by himself!" When Chen Yuan heard Old Wu's explanation, he was amazed for a moment. …… Time soon came to night. Night fell, covering the entire Qingshan County. In the darkness of night, a small green bird flew into Qingshan County. It made a "chirp" sound. Not long after, a dark shadow landed on the city gate tower. It was Chen Yuan who was on daily night patrol. Chen Yuan raised his hand. The little green bird fell into his hands. "Found it?" Chen Yuan asked. "chirp" The little bluebird nodded like a chick. "Take me there!" As soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the little bluebird flapped its wings and flew towards the west of the city gate. Chen Yuan's eyes sparkled in the night. The Langdang Mountain to the west is a full six hundred miles long, and I seldom set foot there. Thinking of this, he flew down, stepped on the treetops, and galloped away among the mountains and forests. Soon, it disappeared into the night! (ps: Thank you all for your votes and rewards. I will continue to read and give monthly tickets to help me get on the list. Thank you!) (End of this chapter)