Martial Arts Immortal

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good!

Wonderful!

The three of them couldn't help but cheer when they saw the end.

Okay, I, Fu Jingyun, agree. The man on the left said first.

Me, Jing Haifeng, too.

And I, Guan Yihan!

The three of them rushed to say that based on their many years of storytelling experience, this story would definitely be popular and the rewards from the audience would definitely be high.

The story is eye-catching, and the plot is exciting and exciting!

Although the story has spread, others can tell it.

But as the first storytellers to tell the story, they will gain much more attention, attract more listeners, and receive much more rewards.

Although some people listen to old stories, they are not very willing to reward them.

Most of them knew the outcome of the story and listened to the book just for fun and to pass the time.

New stories are different. If the plot is attractive, the audience will reward it because they want to hear the next story.

Then welcome these three gentlemen to join. You can also recommend other storytellers to come to me. For each successful recommendation, I can give you 30 coins.

Lin Zheyu said with a smile and took the coins from the three people.

In this way, Lin Zheyu earned an extra two hundred and forty cents per day. If he develops more offline, the income will be even more gratifying.

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Songyi City, a corner of the city.

Mr. Xiaolin has opened a new chapter. It's a story about warriors. It's so exciting!

A story about a vulgar martial artist? What could be more exciting?

That's right, that's right, I still prefer scholar's stories, all kinds of flirtatious encounters, it's exciting just thinking about it.

A slightly wretched-looking man echoed.

What's the meaning of war and blood, fist-to-flesh battles, roaring when you see injustice on the road, and cutting with a knife when you feel unjust? This is the life a man should live.

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Brother Zhou, why can't I understand what they are saying? The thin monkey sitting next to him asked doubtfully.

He came to the inner city from Baishan neighborhood to look for work.

They are talking about Mr. Kobayashi of Bitan Teahouse.

Mr. Xiaolin is a storyteller who recently debuted in Songyicheng. The stories he tells are so exciting that you can hear scattered conversations in the streets and alleys.

I also like to listen to his stories, but it's a pity that I have to work to make money, so I can't go there often.

Zhou Weicheng said with a smile that he is also a fan of Lin Zheyu's storytellers.

Mr. Storyteller? Mr. Xiao Lin? Thin Monkey asked curiously: Brother Zhou, what is the full name of Mr. Xiao Lin?

It seems his name is Lin Zheyu, a young scholar.

Lin Zheyu!

The skinny monkey's eyes lit up.

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The sky is gray and night is falling.

The setting sun sank into the ground, leaving only wisps of setting sun.

White Mountain neighborhood.

In the old place, a few local ruffians were sitting or lying lazily, gathering together to brag and spank.

Brother Yu, guess who I found in the city today? Skinny Monkey came to the old place and said to Gao Yu excitedly.

Bang——

Gao Yu casually greeted him with a punch.

Go to hell.

Just talk, don't play riddles with me. Gao Yu said unhappily.

Yes Yes Yes.

The thin monkey rubbed his head and gritted his teeth in pain.

Gao Yu's strength was so great that one punch caused severe pain.

Didn't you go to the city to work as a porter? How about meeting your old friend in Baihualou? Another companion joked.

Will you give me money?

It's been a long time since I've been to Baihualou. Thinking about the taste, the tender skin that can squeeze out water, and the silky touch, it's really fascinating.

The thin monkey squinted his eyes and recollected intoxicatedly.

The girls in Baihualou are much more tender than the girls in the village, and they have a variety of moves, which is a joy to play.

Bang!

Gao Yu punched him down again and said impatiently: Whether you want to tell me or not, isn't it exciting?

hiss--

It hurts so much...Brother, please be gentle, you've knocked my brains out.

The thin monkey complained, and when Gao Yu looked askance at him, he quickly said, I saw Lin Zheyu in the city!

Lin Zheyu?

Is that the guy who saw us walking around a while ago?

I haven't seen anyone for a long time. I thought I died in an unknown corner. The man with a weed in his mouth said with a smile.

In this era, death is common, especially for helpless guys like Lin Zheyu who fled from other cities.

Walking on deserted streets, it is common to be caught in sacks and sold into slavery.

Fortunately, when Lin Zheyu first came to Songyicheng, he was as thin as a bamboo pole and looked malnourished, so no one looked at him at all.

Yes, that's him.

Didn't that kid work as a storyteller in Daocheng before? I asked around and it turned out to be true.

But we were lied to.

He is very popular in Songyi City. There is an endless stream of people who come to listen to his stories every day. The rewards he receives every day are said to be more than two hundred coins.

The thin monkey said in surprise.

He didn't expect that a profession like storyteller could be so profitable.

If other people make money, he doesn't feel much about it because he doesn't know them.

But this person who earned money turned out to be a down-and-out refugee scholar who they had looked down upon before, which made Skinny Monkey unable to help but feel jealous.

That's how much money you make!

Gao Yu was shocked. This was just a reward, not wages yet.

How much money does he earn from hard work every day? How can that frail coward earn so much?

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt cannot.

Brother Yu, I have inquired secretly. Lin Zheyu now lives alone and rented a small courtyard in the inner city. The location is quite remote.

Should we go and have a go?

The skinny monkey said with a sly look on his face.

How much money can they earn by working hard?

The work of these gangsters is just a side job, and sneaking around is their main job.

The inner city is strictly controlled. If you are caught... The other companion hesitated.

What are you afraid of? At worst, you can go in and be locked up for a while. It's not like you haven't been in before. Skinny Monkey said disdainfully.

He is a regular visitor to the prison.

The people inside are all talented, well-spoken, and have all kinds of rare technical skills. He learned many of his skills from the people inside.

Going in once is equivalent to a refresher course.

That's it. I've decided to go over and fuck him tonight.

I'll scare him by the way. This guy is so cowardly. He's alone in Songyicheng with no one to stand up for him. Can we still be afraid of him?

Gao Yu grinned.

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After developing three storytellers, Lin Zheyu went home satisfied.

When the team of storytellers grows, he will just sit back and collect money.

【God rewards those who work hard】

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 2

Skill:

Man Niu Fist (46% entry level)

A few days have passed, and the progress has not been made at all.

After getting started, it takes a year or two to become proficient.

With normal practice, it takes more than ten days to improve by one percentage point. It's really a bit slow.

Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his consciousness and said secretly.

A few days passed, the depleted energy and blood were replenished, and the energy and spirit were raised to their peak. It was time to break through the limit.

Although there is no silver to buy tonics and there is no way to increase the source power for the time being, it is always a good idea to accumulate more source power.

Taking off his clothes, Lin Zheyu began to practice Barbarian Bull Boxing in the yard.

The fist landed on the wooden stake, making a dull sound.

With each punch, the muscles on his body bulged, and each punch exploded with the most powerful force.

Underneath his lean body lies great strength.

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