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It stands to reason that Wang Li is no longer young now, but although his hair is gray, if you just look at his face, he does not feel too old. With his expressive movements and voice, the young man is probably no match for him. Storytelling in this state is really both technical and physical.

In comparison, Wang Li's storytelling in this teahouse is face-to-face with the audience, and it is already easy to not deliberately create an immersive experience in ventriloquism.

Seeing Ji Yuan come in, a restaurant guy came to entertain him immediately.

"Guest officer, you can see that the big table here is full. If you are just drinking tea, there is an elegant seat upstairs. If you want to listen to the book, you can only sit next to you over there, or at the counter over there. I was standing there drinking tea."

"Of course I want to listen to the book, right by the counter."

"Hey, the guest officer is also here because of his name. It's rare to hear Mr. Wang's book, please!"

Ji Yuan didn't care, he went directly to the counter, ordered a pot of tea, a stack of salted peanuts, and then drank tea and listened to the book.

As a storyteller over there, Wang Li should not only pay attention to the plot of the book, but also pay attention to the reactions of the audiences when they listen to the book. Under such careful observation, he probably knows every guest who enters the restaurant, and naturally he will not miss the fate.

Therefore, when Ji Yuan entered the teahouse, Wang Li was of course very excited, and Ji Yuan knew this, but Ji Yuan did not interrupt Wang Li, and Wang Li did not choose to tell the story in the middle, but still spoke with full of energy and emotion. until this time is over.

"Speaking of which, the big demon is actually a bloodthirsty demon horse, which is enough to rival the demon king. The demonic energy soars into the sky, and it attracts sand and rocks, but it has actually been deterred by the aura of the Martial Saint. A mortal warrior actually has such a force. Let him be afraid... There is already chaos in the rush, who is Zuo Wusheng, who is a master who has practiced martial arts to the extraordinary and holy realm, the so-called weak is one point and I am strong three points. The defense was madly attacking, until the moment when the horse demon shattered the skull, there was another breakthrough in the martial arts..."

"Even such a powerful monster is not impossible to kill. The leader and the group of monsters broke up and were strangled by the two heroes Wu Sheng, Yan and Lu... He is a city of people and animals that sprinkles the blood of my human race. Today, the demons taint the blood. Flowing into a river! This is Zuo Wusheng's sanctification battle, predict what will happen in the future, please listen to the next decomposition!"

"Crack~~"

The gavel fell, and Wang Li also put away his folding fan and started moistening his throat. The tea guests and audience below also sighed and sighed, and many people were still immersed in the previous content.

"Mr. Wang said it well!" "I really hope to talk about it sooner."

"As expected of Lord Wu Sheng!" "Yes, if only I had such good martial arts..."

"You, stop dreaming..." "Can't you think about it?"

"When you see that kind of monster, your legs are weak." "He, you don't need that kind of monster king and big monster. If you come to a little monster, you will be afraid of death!"

"Hahahahaha..." "Hehehe..."

Amid everyone's compliments, Wang Li hurriedly left the table in the middle as a lecture table, came to the counter, and happily bowed his hands to Ji Yuan.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and Mr. Ji's demeanor is still the same!"

"The same is true of Mr. Wang, what a battle of sanctification of the Martial Saint!"

Wang Li is also a little proud, but he doesn't dare to take credit. After all, it is difficult for a mortal to know the inside story of these things. For such important stories, most of them are made to know in dreams by means of spellcasting. A story that spreads around the world.

"Mr. Ji is overrated. Wang Li is very excited to see him again in his lifetime. I wonder if I can invite him to my house?"

Ji Yuan drank the tea from his cup and made a joke.

"Oh? You have a wife, children, and grandchildren in your family that you want Ji to see?"

"Uh...hehe, Mr. Ji, you must know that I, Wang Li, are still a bachelor, so how can I have a wife and son..."

Ji Yuan nodded.

"That's it, you don't have to go to your house. You just told the story of Wu Sheng. Now you will go to Haoran Academy with me. How about meeting this Wen Sheng?"

Wang Li's eyes widened.

"You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it!"

"Okay, let's go, shopkeeper, the tea money is on the table."

Ji Yuan left the tea money and left the teahouse with Wang Li, which was still lively discussing the story just now. Some tea customers who had heard of the follow-up were "spoilers", which made many tea customers love it and hate it.

In the midst of the noise, the shopkeeper behind the counter stared blankly at Ji Yuan and Wang Li leaving, and then looked down at the ten wen tea money on the counter. To see Wensheng?

Wang Li, who left with Ji Yuan, was even more excited when he heard that he was going to see Yin Zhaoxian. Wang Li was also a scholar, a scholar of Dazhen. As long as he was a scholar, few people disrespected Wen Sheng, and few did not want to pay homage to Wen Sheng's glory.

Especially after Wen Sheng returned to his hometown a few years ago, he founded the Haoran Academy in Kyoto. More than once, people in the capital saw the white light shining in the direction of Haoran Academy at night, which made the students all over the world rush.

It is a pity that the whereabouts of the two sages of the civil and military are unpredictable, and the world's warriors are hard to see. Although one knows where it is, it is not anyone who wants to see it.

Compared with a mysterious immortal like Ji Yuan, Wang Li, who expresses his aspirations with the stories he tells, is more proud and yearning for a saint like Wen Sheng Wu Sheng who really took the human race out of the two avenues.

Yes, Ji Yuan also felt something after returning to Dazhen, so Yin Zhaoxian had already resigned from office. Of course, whether as a Wen Sheng or as a veteran of the three dynasties, Yin Zhaoxian's influence in the Dazhen Dynasty was still at its peak, even if he When he was old, sometimes the emperor would come to the door to ask for advice in person, not only as an emperor, but also without shyness to show his identity as a disciple of Wensheng to the world.

Haoran Academy is located in the south corner of the inner city of Dazhen capital. In the capital where every inch of land is worth the money, the royal family has approved hundreds of acres of private land, so that Haoran Academy, an academy where a literary sage sits, can rise from the ground.

It can be said that this is an academy that has been famous all over the world before it was completed. Even if it does not have a long history, it is the academy that students in the world yearn for the most. color.

The closer he got to Haoran Academy, Ji Yuan found that the shops on the street were more elegant, but there were also places such as musical instrument shops, sword shops and bow shops. Swordsmanship and bowing and horsemanship, Wen can read and recite, and Wu Yi can draw a sword or draw a bow and mount a horse at any time.

Of course, in addition to cultivating sentiment, these can only be regarded as extra points, and the most important thing is to look at knowledge.

Ji Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there were also shops with the word "Yi" hanging in the nearby shops. Obviously, Yi's family also had stores on this street.

There are many scholars and women on the street, and many people from all walks of life come here, but there are not many students in the real Haoran Academy.

Ji Yuan and Wang Li had smiles on their faces as they got closer and closer to Haoran Academy. From there, they saw that the white walls of the academy were full of poems and scriptures. There were many green bamboos and green trees within the white walls. There was a special feeling that made Wang Li also feel it.

"Mr. Ji, I've been here several times, but I can't get in."

Wang Li said with a smile, knowing that he would definitely be able to enter today.

Ji Yuan walked directly to the gate of the academy. He found that there was a wooden fence on the bright side with two white-shirted masters guarding the gate. In fact, there were some warriors hidden in various places on the street outside, and there were even many cohesion. The real martial arts master with martial arts spirit is obviously the handwriting of the emperor.

It's just that Ji Yuan knew that although the emperor had good intentions, Haoran Academy didn't really need it.

When they arrived in front of the academy, Ji Yuan and Wang Li were walking towards them. Both of them had extraordinary bearing, and ordinary people would not dare to come directly. The master in front of the door put down the book in his hand, and walked first to ask questions.

"I don't know who you are, why did you come to my Haoran Academy?"

When questioning, the eyes of the two masters couldn't help but stay on the ink jade hairpin above Ji Yuan's head~www.NovelMTL.com~ and Ji Yuan was also returning the salute with Wang Li, the former said lightly.

"I plan to come here with Wang Li to visit Master Yin, and I would like to inform you that Master Yin will definitely meet me."

Originally, Ji Yuan was going to spend some time talking, but when the master heard the other party's surname Ji, he was instantly refreshed.

"Sure enough, it is Mr. Ji! The dean once left a message saying that if Mr. Ji comes to visit, he must not be neglected, and he will follow me into the academy!"

"Sir please!"

The two masters invited together.

"Sure enough, Mr. has a face!"

Wang Li was excited in his heart, but said with a calm smile on his face, and was not surprised by the result.

Of course, Ji Yuan couldn't refuse, and entered Haoran Academy with Wang Li. Some people who were paying attention to the situation in front of the door were also secretly guessing who these two gentlemen were, and they even let the two shift masters of the academy treat them so politely.

As soon as he entered the Haoran Academy, Ji Yuan had a strange feeling, exactly as it literally meant, as if it was slightly different from the outside world.

The interior of the academy can be seen everywhere, and the light of Haoran is even more beautiful, and even Ji Yuan can feel many strands of Haoran righteousness with different strengths.

The interior of this academy is as exaggerated as a sect of cultivation. The difference is that here are all scholars and students, and they do not pursue any immortal methods and alchemy techniques.

When Ji Yuan and Wang Li were led by one of the masters to the middle of the academy, Yin Zhaoxian had already personally greeted them.

Yin Zhaoxian, who went to the official hat and wore a square scarf, was more tolerant than before. Although his head was full of silver threads, his body was strong, and he had already handed over and walked towards Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Ji, I haven't seen you for many years, I miss Yin Zhaoxian so much!"

The voice is loud and the inner spirit is contained, and the heroic righteousness is condensed on Yin Zhaoxian's body, but it is towering and straight, like a splendid galaxy in the daytime.