The old storyteller described Meng Fan in terms of wine, sex, and wealth.
The tea drinkers in the teahouse pricked up their ears, guessing that the deputy palace master was definitely not a kind person.
"The young deputy palace master was not born rich.
In fact, he came from a humble background and is not worth mentioning."
The old storyteller's words became sharper and he did not forget to praise Qian Deng.
Don't."
"That kid is lucky.
He ended up getting close to King Fan Lao Dan for some reason, and surprisingly he became the deputy palace master of Ziyang Palace.
Everything is like child's play.
King Dan is so confused."
"The predecessor of Ziyang Palace is the Alchemy Hall established by the Lord of the City.
Changing things privately is a great disrespect to the Lord of the City."
"After the young deputy palace master gained power, he became arrogant and arrogant.
He was even more dandy than the gang of dudes in Qingqiu City.
He not only sold inferior pills, but also harmed women.
You are all guests from outside the city.
Maybe you don't know what that kid did.
The old man knows everything about evil things."
"He took away a beautiful proprietress from a Qingqiu clothing store at night and put her into Ziyang Palace.
So far, the proprietress has not been seen.
It is said that she was played to death by him."
"He even didn't let go of the little girl who hadn't grown up yet.
He took the little girl away at the city gate in broad daylight.
Didn't you see how cute the little girl was, and her eyes were dark and bright?
It’s very watery and I haven’t seen anyone there yet.”
"In addition to this, he often went to Baihuafang to have fun and occupied the five major courtesan.
He pitied those prostitutes who worked so hard to serve him and couldn't even get a piece of Yuexuan Stone.
They could only swallow their tears and pretend to be happy."
The old storyteller almost choked up in tears at the end.
Everyone present couldn't help but clenched their fists, wishing they could kill the deputy palace master immediately to do justice to the sky.
Dou Heitan was also angry.
Although he also liked women, at least he was not as promiscuous as the deputy palace mistress.
He only had Qiao'er.
Why was the young deputy palace mistress so hateful?
Or was he not a man?
"Old man, let me tell you about that list again."
The old storyteller pretended to wipe the corners of his dry eyes, "That list was indeed selected by the transcendent powerful forces.
There is not much water in it.
Most of the people on the list are genuine.
Only the deputy palace master is very fishy."
Hearing this, Dou Heitan breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that he really expected it.
"Could it be that his ranking was bought?"
Dou Heitan asked.
"Hehe" the old storyteller showed a sneer and glanced at Dou Heitan, "I didn't buy it, I exchanged it."
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Replaced Everyone, including Dou Heitan, was at a loss as to what to exchange for such an authoritative list.
"Hey," the old storyteller sighed, "In order to become famous, the young deputy palace master pestered King Fan Laodan to be listed on the Eighteenth Layer Mountain Tianjiao List.
King Laodan regarded him as his son and spent a lot of energy to refine several top-grade coins.
Dan Yao risked his own face to get the second place for him, and the old Dan King became tired and sick because of it, and he is still lying in bed to this day."
"Everything the old man said is absolutely true.
You are free to inquire."
The old storyteller added.
"Since he wants to be famous, why not just change to the first place?"
Someone asked, "Then why is the first place vacant again?"
"This" the old storyteller raised his hand on the snare drum, "Actually, he changed two places in total.
The first place was also changed by him, but he happened to be the second place.
As the saying goes There is no first, and there is no second in Wu.
He is the second just to disgust people like you.
You have worked hard to practice.
With him, no one can reach the top and be the first."
"This Eighteen Layers Mountain Tianjiao List is a joke."
"No wonder I still don't know who the forces are that select this list.
I'm afraid they themselves don't have the shame to say it."
"That little deputy palace master is really hateful.
He blatantly insulted me, the Eighteenth Layer Mountain monk.
If he stands in front of me now, he will be killed."
Everyone couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts and cursed one after another.
Dou Heitan sneered one after another.
He was indeed right about this matter.
The deputy palace master was a shameless loser.
His cultivation must be mediocre.
If If you are really capable, you can exchange it for high-grade elixirs.
"I have long wanted to challenge him and make this joke list a veritable list of geniuses.
I wonder if the old gentleman can help us fight him openly and honestly," someone said.
"There is a way."
The old storyteller raised his head and looked in one direction, "There is a martial arts performance stage in Qingqiu City.
It was specially built by the city lord to resolve the grievances of the monks in the city.
It doesn't matter whether you live or die when you get on the stage.
When you get off the stage, your grievances are cancelled.
Everyone You can go to the martial arts stage and hang a letter of challenge, and you will definitely achieve what you want."
"What should I do if the boy doesn't fight?"
someone questioned, "He is so shameless anyway."
"I won't refuse to challenge," the old storyteller affirmed.
"There are regulations in the martial arts arena.
Those who are challenged must respond, whether to fight or surrender.
They cannot escape.
This regulation was also formulated by the Lord of the City.
Otherwise, there is no need to talk about resolving grievances."
If he dares not to fight, he will be punished by the city lord's palace.
If he doesn't fight, his true colors will be revealed."
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"Okay" everyone stood up one after another, "I'll hang up the letter of challenge later."
When Dou Heitan saw this, he was afraid that his chance to get ahead would be robbed, so he hurriedly grabbed his sword from the table and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard the old storyteller say something else: "The deputy palace master is in the realm of immortality."
Strong."
Plop As soon as these words came out, someone's legs softened on the spot and they sat on the ground.
Dou Heitan also staggered on his feet and almost fell down.
Has this old storyteller been teasing them all this time?
If the deputy palace master is really a strong person in the Immortality Realm, he will be shocked.
He will be in the fourth and late stages of cultivation.
It’s not enough for people to stare at her, isn’t she looking for death?
But think about it carefully, the deputy palace master cannot be a strong person in the immortal realm.
If he is, there is no need to interfere with the gang.
Could it be that the storyteller old man is doing it again?
Selling the goods Sure enough, the old storyteller suddenly burst out laughing: "Don't panic, the deputy palace master has neglected his cultivation.
How can he be a strong person in the immortality realm?
He just paid a high price to have an expert give him a breath of immortality, which made him On the surface, he looks like a strong person in the Immortality Realm, but his real cultivation level is nothing more than killing three and four.
This cultivation level is also stimulated by pills, so it is not worth mentioning.
You can go to the martial arts stage and sign the letter of challenge.
The old man really wants to know. , should he fight or surrender?"
After all, the old man was kind enough to guide everyone to the location of the martial arts stage.
In fact, even he himself didn't know it.
He made up everything randomly, and just this last sentence, he made it up.
"Nima" Everyone who had just been shocked by the old storyteller regained their courage and walked out of the teahouse.
Dou Heitan was also one of them, and he ran very fast, for fear of being overtaken by others.
The deputy palace master was a big piece of cake.
The fat must not be snatched away by others.
After everyone left, the old storyteller looked at the people in the corner and asked with a smile: "Sir, how good is the old man's story?"