Douluo: My Father, Titled Douluo

Chapter 30 Yuan Xunlu returned to Wuhun City where he was not very loyal today (4,000 words)

Wuhun City is an important city in Douluo Continent.

Compared with Tiandou City, a famous city in the mainland, Wuhun City appears to be relatively small, not even one-tenth of the size of Tiandou City.

But the shock that Wuhun City brought to the world has not diminished at all.

because,

This is the holy land of mainland soul masters.

The teahouse in Wuhun City is always lively.

Luxurious, went to the private room on the second floor of the teahouse;

I have a lot of money in my pocket, so I sit on the first floor and share a table with everyone;

Those who don’t have money and want to vote for a white girl squat at the door and bring a handful of fried soybeans.

The storyteller has a pot of tea and a fan,

Sit on that stage, close your eyes and meditate,

Wait until the apprentice warms up the place,

The storyteller shakes his robe, touches his beard, moistens his throat,

Another slap to wake up the wood,

Let’s talk!

"Who is this War Queen? Everyone here must know that she is the war goddess of Tiandou!

Even though she is a girl, Tiandou can still count on her to win the battle."

The audience burst into laughter.

A regionally shady joke came out.

"It is said that the Queen of War was still young when she was still the most beloved daughter of Emperor Tiandou.

She was not a mistress in that day's fighting city.

Ho,

The walkways on Tenhōgai Street look like crabs and have no proper shape.”

The storyteller imitated a crab and swayed his body, which caused a burst of laughter in the audience.

"But one day, the Queen of War went to the tavern to drink, and when she heard something, someone actually ridiculed her for being domineering.

How could the War Queen bear such anger?

Everyone is watching——

In Tiandou City, all you care about is face. How can you lose face in front of others?

The war queen stepped forward and walked inside,

Take a look,

Ho,

He is actually a handsome and handsome young man."

Everyone's ears were perked up, for fear of missing a detail.

"Who is Mr. Ruyu?

We are the white knights of Wuhun Palace.

Where has the war queen ever seen such a handsome person?

Her delicate body softened,

articulate"

Yuan Xunlu covered Yuan Ling'er's ears and quickly took Yuan Ling'er out.

Swearing while walking:

"It's an insult to politeness."

"But Dad, the story isn't over yet?" Yuan Ling'er shook her head reluctantly.

If any serious person listens to a war queen, of course he must listen to it with a white knight.

Yuan Xunlu said with a dark face: "But I have heard of it."

Of course I have heard of it. These bloody stories were made up by him after reading a few history books. I don’t know if they were spread by that fool (Juhuaguan: Yes, it’s the one below).

As a result, the storyteller reads, listens, changes, and speaks.

It has become the characteristic of Wuhun Palace.

Including the Beijing-flavored accent.

"What?"

"I mean, if you want to read the story of the War Queen, go to the Wuhun City Great Library. There are many precious historical materials there."

Yuan Ling'er felt aggrieved: "But I just want to hear this."

She had never been to Wuhun City in her previous life.

When we arrived at Wuhun City, it was already in ruins.

Not to mention the local customs,

It would be nice to see the tomb together.

"Dad~" Yuan Ling'er said cutely.

"Okay, I'll take you there. Let's see something serious this time."

"Great!"

"Snapped--"

Xingmu took another shot,

The storyteller in this teahouse is very young and seems very unprofessional.

He handed over:

"Everyone, let's take up the last chapter of the book today and tell the story of the white knight who helped the queen break through the netherworld three times."

Yuan Xunlu nodded. He had never heard of this before. The young storytellers should have made it up themselves. I thought it was okay.

"It is said that the Queen of War led the army to fight. When the Netherworld Grand Duke of Xingluo on the opposite side saw that Tiandou's army of only a thousand people dared to block it, he immediately laughed and said: 'There is no plan.'

In the commander's tent, General Xingluo said, "Why don't the Grand Duke destroy these little thieves himself?"

Grand Duke Netherworld waved his hand and sent out a group of young men in silver armor to annihilate them. He chuckled and said, 'Young men have defeated the enemy on their own.'

But who is the white knight of our Wuhun Palace?

Is it a junior?

That is a famous person!

Seeing that the Netherworld Duke looked down upon the War Queen's army, the White Knight immediately asked for orders to fight.

Think about it, the Queen of War was still a little baby at that time. How had she seen any big scenes?

She looked at the Xingluo army from afar, with its strict barriers and banners blocking out the sun. The young general in silver armor led an elite cavalry straight towards the formation, and she was so frightened that she was sweating coldly.

It was only our white knights from the Spirit Hall who asked for orders to fight again that stopped the War Queen from sweating.

The Queen of War thought, there are five thousand cavalry on the opposite side, and we only have less than one thousand people, so we will definitely be defeated.

But the White Knight is no ordinary person. He asks for orders to fight again to ensure victory.

The war queen frowned,

Asked crisply:

'How many people do you want?'

The white knight strategized and replied calmly:

'I can defeat the enemy alone.'

So in front of the two armies,

The white knight released his martial spirit, nine spirit rings flashed alternately, and punched the ground.

Suddenly the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the silver-armored young general was buried alive in the sand and rocks. The elite cavalry were also frightened and collapsed, abandoning their armor.

When the Grand Duke of Netherworld saw this, he was so frightened that he peed his pants."

Yuan Xunlu finally couldn't help it and his face turned dark. How could anyone listen to this?

At that time, the White Knight was a soul king of level 50 at most. Where did he get the nine soul rings? The Duke of Netherworld was so powerful in Soul Douluo at that time. Tell me, how did he scare the Duke of Netherworld to the point of pissing himself off?

Do you rely on the reputation of Wuhun Palace?

At that time, it was only the titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace who came together to prevent the war from continuing to expand.

"It's really just making it up."

Yuan Xunlu felt that Yuan Ling'er must not listen to this story too much before he systematically studied history.

Will bring wisdom.

"You can't say anything." A man with a sharp face smiled and said to Yuan Xunlu, "This little brother is bringing his daughter out to play."

"Yes." Yuan Xunlu cupped his hand as a return gift, and even Yuan Ling'er also cupped his hand.

"When you go out to play, you just need to be happy. No matter what you are talking about, as long as there are people listening and willing to listen, that's all."

The man poured himself a pot of wine, "Only soul masters can enter Wuhun City. In other words, the people here are not unruly people in the mountains. At the very least, they are literate and understand history."

"You're right."

"They know that this story is made up. The young storyteller is indeed not as crisp as the old man in telling it, but there are still people who are still willing to listen and appreciate it."

The man threw a few copper soul coins into the boy's basket.

But after a while, I heard the young storyteller on the stage raise his hands to the man and shout:

"Thank you for the reward!"

The man smiled confidently: "This is the joy that cannot be bought with money."

"." Yuan Xunlu.

Is that a thousand pieces of gold? A few copper soul coins.

"Oh, then I'm a little enlightened." Yuan Xunlu said pretending to be serious, right? Who wouldn't?

"I would like to ask my brother for advice."

Yuan Xunlu also took a sip of tea and looked at the young storyteller on the stand, "The silver reward is worth it. This storyteller's skills are all in his mouth. If you don't have the ability to carry this bowl of rice, then just don't eat it."

.

The story must be logical.

The listener does not need to be broad-minded, but the storyteller must not be broad-minded."

Yuan Xunlu continued: "The story is 30% true and 70% false. It is inevitable that the story is false and true, but the logic remains unchanged.

For example, what he said about "The White Knight Helps the Queen Break Through the Netherworld Three Times",

If it were me, I would suppress it first,

Talk about how the Netherworld Grand Duke despises the Queen, talk about how the War Queen is afraid, and talk about how the Tiandou army is unbearable."

"Wouldn't this make many impatient listeners angry to death! They are here to listen to comfort, and you want to listen to this for them?" the man asked quickly.

Yuan Xunlu disagreed,

Waving his hand:

"Eh,

Without restraint, where does Yang come from?

but,

You need to know the right amount of it,

A new person will know the right measure after he has tried it a few times and been scolded by the audience a few times."

"That makes sense." The man shook his head.

Yuan Xunlu slapped the table,

road:

"Then raise it again!

How despised Grand Duke Netherworld was at the beginning, how miserable his defeat will be in the future.

As useless as the War Queen was at the beginning, she will be as useless as she will be when she fights in the future.

Back then, the Tiandou Army

There is probably no way around this,

They've always been useless."

"Hahahaha!" The man raised his head and laughed.

Yuan Xunlu took another sip of water and calmly said: "As you slowly get better at telling the story, someone will naturally be willing to reward you with silver. There is also a sense of propriety in asking for silver."

"How do you say this?"

Yuan Xunlu smacked his lips: "The audience in the audience is a mixed bag, everyone is there.

When you meet someone easy to talk to,

That's okay,

Shouting "Master, you are blessed" can also be considered as forming a good relationship.

When you encounter a difficult situation and people directly try to bully you, you can only smile and hope that others will not hit the smiling person."

"What should we do?"

"What can I do? You are the one who eats this bowl of rice, and others are your food, clothing, and parents.

Some people give you money as a token of affection.

If I don’t flatter you, at least sit here and listen for a while.

There is a personal field,

That's called duty.

If people are willing to give, they should say thank you.

If people are not willing to give, you will never stop, lest they lose face."

The man listened with interest. His job was to stand guard, and generally no one would talk to him like this, so he started to make friends:

"What Xiongtai said is absolutely true. I see that Xiongtai is dressed in a noble manner, so he must be no ordinary person."

"hehe,

In this Wuhun City, if a brick falls, it can kill several soul masters.

Who is the fuel-efficient lamp?

Linger,

Walk."

Yuan Xunlu shouted and left the teahouse with Yuan Ling'er.

He didn't know what kind of person that man was.

Although the Titled Douluo is not afraid of ordinary people, he is still kind and friendly.

The man caught up with Yuan Xunlu, clasped his fists and asked, "I wonder what your surname is, brother?"

"Your surname is Yuan." Yuan Xunlu stopped and returned the greeting: "Yuan Xunlu."

"Next summer."

The man fisted Yuan Xunlu and Yuan Ling'er:

"I am the guardian knight of Wuhun Palace.

Brother Yuan should have heard that all three generations of palace guardian knights must be from Wuhun City.

I have also lived in Wuhun City for thirty years. If Brother Yuan wants to go somewhere, I can fulfill my friendship as a landlord."

When Yuan Xunlu heard this,

happy,

Oh,

Old Wuhun City is under the Angel Flag.

"I really have a place I want to go."

"Oh, where?"

Yuan Xunlu pointed to the Pope's Palace on the hillside in the city, "I want to go there."

Xia Lai suddenly laughed: "It turned out to be a pilgrimage. In fact, brother Yuan, there is nothing magical about the Pope's Palace. It is more historical than the Tiandou Palace, and it is not as exquisite as the Xingluo Palace."

"But I have to go, it's a place that attracts the whole city's attention."

"Really want to see it?"

"I really want to see it."

"Okay, let's go." Xiaxia Lai laughed, without being pretentious, and took Yuan Xunlu around a few streets, and then went up the hill to the Pope's Palace.

"Dad, we are really going to the Pope's Palace." Yuan Ling'er was very nervous.

She has never seen the Pope's Palace. The fire of war swallowed up this majestic city of Wuhun Palace.

All the gold, silver and jewelry were looted by the imperial army, and all the treasures of art and culture were burned.

Even the Douluo Hall, where the dead titled Douluo was buried, could not find peace.

so,

When she saw such a famous city that only existed in her memory appeared in front of her, besides being nervous, she seemed to feel a little happy.

What a great city,

Those interesting storytellers, if they can keep telling,

How good it would be.

Yuan Xunlu stepped onto the steps, "Don't panic, I'm coming back this time."

"stop!"

Two knights in silver armor stopped Yuan Xunlu and his party. A total of one hundred knights in silver armor raised their swords at the same time: "This is a forbidden area. If you take another step forward, you will be killed without mercy!"

Xia Lai smiled sheepishly: "It's a professional requirement, and I do the same when I'm on guard."

"Ok, I know."

Yuan Xunlu responded to Xia Lai's explanation, and then touched Yuan Ling'er's head, "This is my home. Although your father feels like he has done nothing in these years,

Even though he was titled Douluo, he still looked like he was doing nothing.

But at least,

I can show you a scene about the return of the king at this time."

After saying that,

Yuan Xunlu stepped onto the steps,

Laugh out loud:

"I,

Yuan Xunlu returned to my loyal Wuhun City today!

Hahahahahaha!”

he is happy,

He laughed wildly,

He was excited,

finally,

finally,

came back,

He is no longer the good-for-nothing Douluo.

He has a daughter who has become a god,

He had a daughter who beat Tang San violently.

Yuan Xunlu stepped onto the steps,

In Yuan Ling'er's admiring eyes,

In Xia Lai's surprise,

Take the first step towards the Papal Palace.

Then,

What he faced was hundreds of knights shouting in unison:

"If you dare to come forward again, I will kill you!"

"." Yuan Xunlu.

The kid is here, can't you give me some face?

"." Yuan Ling'er.

What about the promised return of the king?

"." Xia Lai.

What a tiger.

Yuan Xunlu ignored it and stepped up the stairs again.

"If you dare to come forward again, I will kill you!"

Hundreds of knights in silver armor released their martial spirits,

There are all level 50 soul kings, and none of them are over forty years old.

A total of five hundred soul rings lit up in front of the Pope's Palace,

This gorgeous scene even shocked the entire residents of Wuhun City.

"It seems that today I, Yuan Xunlu, returned to Wuhun City where he is not very loyal."

Yuan found his way back,

He stretched out his hand towards Yuan Linger,

Yuan Ling'er held her father's hand,

Yuan Xunlu smiled and nodded,

Take a step forward with your daughter.

"Roar--"

Yuan Xunlu released his martial spirit, and the Holy Dragon of Light roared.

When Yuan Xunlu and Yuan Linger took another step forward,

Yuan Xunlu’s first soul ring in a century appeared,

Take a few more steps,

The second thousand-year soul ring,

After that, every ten steps I took,

A soul ring will appear under Yuan Xunlu's feet,

When Yuan Xunlu and Yuan Ling'er successfully climbed to the top,

Nine soul rings, one yellow, two purple, four black, and two red, appeared at Yuan Xunlu's feet.

Nine simple soul rings,

But it suppressed the light of five hundred soul rings in an instant.

Hundreds of knights just watched helplessly as the man with the title of Douluo took the little girl's hand and ascended to the Pope's Palace.

"My father is a titled Douluo!"

Yuan Ling'er suddenly said proudly in the Pope's Palace.

Yuan Xunlu nodded implicitly at this time,

He looked at the streams of light flying in the sky, and each one of them had the combat power of the Soul Saint level.

Maybe Yuan Xunlu has been away for too long,

Six years is enough time for people to forget about a titled Douluo.

A soul saint actually asked:

"May I ask who is here?"

"Dad." Yuan Ling'er hugged Yuan Xunlu tightly.

Yuan Xunlu patted Yuan Ling'er on the shoulder and said:

"Your father is a titled Douluo."

then,

Yuan Xunlu's ninety-sixth level soul power shot straight into the sky from the ground.

Forcibly pressing all the soul saints back to the ground,

His voice is like thunder:

"My title:

Dragon King!"

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(End of chapter)