Great Primordial Qinglin Road

Yu Feng secretly said: No, although this will not kill the child at the time, it is not a serious matter.

Some children with high immunity may be able to withstand it for a while, but if they have a weak constitution, they may die within half a year or a few months...

It seemed that I had to go to the mountains. Thinking that Yu Feng was not here, I immediately walked out of the cloth shop.

When the shopkeeper came back, he saw the child standing on the ground. Where had the young scholar-looking man gone?

He is really a person who doesn't understand etiquette. I originally wanted to talk to him about my child's apprenticeship.

The shopkeeper, how did you know that Yu Feng saved his precious son this time?

Yu Feng quickly rose up from the clouds and flew towards the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Feng collected the clouds and landed. Based on Yu Feng's perception, there was no evil spirit on this mountain.

Yu Feng closed his eyes and carefully sensed "four, three, three" again. It was indeed true that there was absolutely no demonic spirit in this mountain.

This is something strange. If he is neither a demon nor a demon, can he really be an immortal in heaven?

No matter who he is, Yu Feng cannot see him doing such harming things to living beings. If he hears and encounters him, he must deal with it to the end.

After walking a few dozen meters inside, I heard voices inside.

"Thank you, the Immortal. Thank you, the Immortal."

"You have collected the money. If you say well, I will give you more next time. This is the order of my master."

"Okay, don't worry, Immortal, I will definitely tell the story of your ancestors' great achievements."

"Then go back quickly and don't let others see you."

Yu Feng stood behind the tree and saw this scene. He turned out to be the storyteller in the teahouse.

No wonder he described this matter so vividly and vividly that the whole city was filled with excitement, praising the unknown being so mysteriously.

The person who gave the storyteller money was a man who was angry at the jade-faced book. He was only a little older than Fairy Zixia.

But Yu Feng saw that this person was not from the lower world, but he did not sense that he was a monster.

There is only one possibility, that is, an immortal in heaven or a family member of an immortal comes to this tea tree town to do evil and harm the people.

After the jade-faced scholar who looked like a fairy left, Yu Feng followed behind the storyteller.

"For the sake of money, do we have to confuse right and wrong?"

The storyteller was shocked. He had just collected the money by himself. This was done in a clandestine way.

Now there was a sudden sound, which frightened him half of his courage.

When the storyteller turned around and saw a tall and thin young man, he was no longer afraid.

In terms of age and physique, I was stronger than the man in front of me. It seemed that he had secretly discovered that I was accepting money.

"Stop meddling in other people's business and stop messing around." The storyteller also felt that you, tall and thin, could not do anything to me.

Yu Feng stretched out a finger to draw, and saw that the storyteller's hands did not obey his orders and swung towards his face.

Once, twice, three times... I hit a dozen storytellers in the mouth, and blood was already dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Only then did the storyteller realize that the person in front of him was no ordinary human being. He really blamed himself for looking down on others.

"This knight, I was wrong. Please stop, I will tell you everything."

The storyteller slapped himself in the mouth and begged Yu Feng for mercy.

Yu Feng listened to his words and called himself a knight. This title is not bad.

Yu Feng immediately clicked his fingers again, and sure enough, the storyteller's hands stopped.

At this time, the storyteller's face was swollen, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. It hurt him, and he screamed "ouch, ouch, ouch."

"Tell me about it, if you don't want to suffer."

"I said, I said, please let me go, knight, and don't kill me."

Then the storyteller told Yu Feng the truth of the matter.

It turns out that what he said before about some chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs being snatched away by a cloud of black smoke in the town was true. He was right about all of this.

But later, an immortal in white clothes appeared and saved all the livestock in their town. All the people in Tea Tree Town were very grateful to this immortal.

They also asked about the specific address of their ancestors, hoping that they would come every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month to bring food and drinks to the immortal as a token of their great kindness to the people of this town.

It was at this time that the jade-faced scholar just found him. He spent a lot of money and told the storyteller to go to the teahouse and tell stories every day.

At that time, the storyteller was still wondering why he was given so much money when he was in the storytelling industry? What should he do?

Later, the storyteller found out that he had been telling only one story these days, which was to praise the immortal in white every day...

Let everyone think that he has superb immortal skills, and let the children in his family worship him as a teacher, and then after completing the training, he can become a god and bless his family's safety.

The jade-faced scholar said that the storyteller would go to the teahouse to tell stories every few days, and the money given to the storyteller every time was quite generous.

In this way, he said that he had talked about the immortal in white clothes several times in the teahouse this month.

Gradually, everyone seemed to have been brainwashed. Every day, children came to the mountain to worship the immortal in white as their teacher.

Many people from nearby villages and towns also sent their children to become apprentices.

"That's all I know about this knight. I really don't know anything else. Please don't kill me." After finishing speaking, the storyteller quickly knelt down and kowtowed fiercely.

He knew that it would not be a good job to pay so much money to be a storyteller. At that time, he also knew that he would not be rewarded for his efforts.

I have been talking about books for decades, but I have never made so much money this month.

So even though he knew something was wrong with the money, he didn't want to refuse it. He also thought that if he made money just by talking, nothing big would happen.

But now he was in trouble. He didn't know if his life could be saved, and he didn't know who the other party was.

The storyteller was always there, kowtowing, but could not hear the other party's voice. After kowtowing a few more times, he slightly raised his head and looked forward.

There was no figure in front of me. I was so frightened that I fell to the ground. After sitting for several minutes, I finally regained my composure and ran down the mountain.

Run quickly, otherwise the knight will find you again, and you will be finished. When you go back, you can't do the storytelling again, or you will easily die.

Yu Feng turned around and left as soon as the storyteller finished telling the story. He didn't even know about the storyteller's kowtow.

Yu Feng calculated the time and realized that a large number of children should be coming to the mountains for practice again. According to the information he inquired about, the children would be sent up in the afternoon.

Around evening, these children will be sent down to the mountains one by one and picked up by the Qu family. .