Journey To the West From The Qin Dynasty

After throwing the person out, Li Jue returned to the water tank to take a bath. The spiritual water was really refreshing, and his strength improved rapidly.

Li Jue muttered to himself.

"There are three werewolves in Lishan Mountain. I'm afraid there are more than that. Isn't that the place where Qin Shihuang will be buried in the future? How could it be so weird?"

"The sisters of the Jiang family were not surprised when they saw the werewolf, and the owner of an old tavern in the shopkeeper Jiang actually has super-grade cultivation. What is her identity?"

"The effect of the spiritual water is really good. Just this bucket of water is worth five doses of golden decoction. I will go back in the future, and I can save a lot of money by calling more."

It was getting brighter, and he just stopped thinking about it.

In the morning, Li Jue did a few sets of simple punches, and found that his strength was much stronger than yesterday, almost three hundred years old!

After laughing three times, he went to Dianmao.

This time, tapping Mao really can kill people.

But the prisoner is an ordinary person, a storyteller, who made false remarks about the rampant assassins recently, and said that Ying Zheng was unpopular, and was arrested.

On the execution stand.

The storyteller was still chattering, insulting and insulting Qin Wudao.

The beheading officer ordered to cut off his tongue, and then ordered Li Jue to be beheaded immediately.

Li Jue was also unambiguous. He raised the knife and dropped it, and the head fell to the ground.

Kill the storyteller, and the life will emerge.

The storyteller is the novelist Cheng Wu, who has been gifted since he was a child, eloquent and eloquent, with unconstrained ideas.

He was able to write a book at the age of three, had his first work at the age of six, and had already written a book at the age of twelve.

By the age of fifteen, he was no longer satisfied with writing books, but studied storytelling. And after he was sixteen years old, he began to travel around the world, telling stories in various places. When he was twenty-seven years old, he was able to spit out lotus flowers, and with his three-inch tongue, he was able to make prostitutes become good and good women become prostitutes.

But he was not satisfied, so he began to delve into the way of nature and the sounds of various natural creatures in the world. At first, there were cicadas chirping outside the window, then sparrows, and then crows. He imitated the sounds of various animals.

He can even imitate fires, floods, walking, and various pictographic sounds. At the age of thirty-seven, he has mastered ventriloquism.

Integrating into the storytelling, it is lifelike and often makes people overwhelmed. Some people said that if another ten years passed, Cheng Wu would definitely become a giant novelist.

It was during this period of time that Cheng Wu felt that Daqin was going all over the place to destroy the country and destroy people, so he started to use his vivid storytelling skills to talk about the bad things about Daqin everywhere.

He also wrote Yingzheng and others into books and spread them. Then he was wanted by Da Qin for three years, and finally he was caught now and died in the hands of Li Jue.

After Li Jue beheaded the storyteller, he acquired Cheng Wu's vivid ventriloquist, allowing him to speak well.

Another very important ability is the imitation of voice in ventriloquist.

That ventriloquist allowed him to imitate all kinds of voices, making them look like real ones.

After coming down from the execution platform, Li Jue went to the old street pharmacy again. He planned to prepare some gold sore medicine and sell it on the black market for some money.

Although he got some gold last night, the medicinal materials needed for cultivation are too expensive.

He had to find a way to make some money.

As for the money earned from the Zhuxiashui and Roujiamo stalls, he could barely eat enough, and he had to find another way to practice.

When he came to the pharmacy in the old street, Li Jue saw that the clerk Jiuliang was sleeping on his stomach, but Luo Sanye was not here.

His eyes lit up, planning to play tricks on Jiuliang.

He just stood at the door, covered his mouth with his hands, and imitated Luo Sanye's voice with his great ventriloquism.

"Ahem, Jiuliang, you're being lazy again, see if I don't kill you."

Jiu Liang was having a sweet dream, but when he heard Luo Sanye's voice, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and jumped up.

Looking around in panic, "Boss, no, no, I'm not lazy... Hey, where's Boss?"

Jiu Liang was astonished, he didn't see Mr. Luo.

Moreover, he scratched his head and muttered: "Strange, didn't the third master go out for consultation today? I was hallucinating just now?"

Then seeing Li Jue, he smiled and said, "Sir, have you seen my boss?"

Li Jue laughed, covered his mouth again, imitated Luo Sanye's voice, and called Jiu Liang's name.

The bluffing Jiu Liang's eyes were dull and shocked.

I almost knelt down and kowtowed to worship my teacher, but Li Jue didn't know how to teach it.

Jiu Liang pestered him, saying: "Sir, teach me, it's too powerful, teach me."

Li Jue smiled and said, "This is talent, you don't know how to do it."

Jiu Liang was shunned, although he was disappointed, he was not easy to pester, and said: "Sir, you are here today to grab medicine?"

Li Jue nodded, and threw a list over, asking him to grab the medicine.

Naturally, the list is not a comprehensive cure for sores, and there are even medicinal materials needed for Mongolian sweat medicine on it, so he grabbed it and prepared it together.

The amount of medicinal materials that Li Jue seized this time was relatively large. Although Jiu Liang didn't want to take money, he didn't dare to refuse.

Fortunately, Li Jue did not pay on credit, but paid directly.

After finishing the medicinal materials, a tall man appeared, it was the big man Zhou, he was no longer as weak as before.

Jiu Liang also greeted, saying: "Boss Zhou, your lung disease is already cured, why are you still here?"

The big man Zhou said: "Just now I saw Engong here from a distance, and wanted to come to say hello, why didn't he disappear?"

Jiu Liang smiled and said, "Your benefactor has gone far."

Li Jue didn't leave the old street in a hurry, instead he came to the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith and Li Jue were already very familiar, and said with a smile, "Xiao Qi, what are you doing today?"

Li Jue smiled and said, "Give me some throwing knives."

The blacksmith was astonished and said, "Can you use it?"

Li Jue smiled and said, "Just throw it out, I'll practice it."

In fact, he was planning to use the flying knife to cover up his identity. If someone found out that he was buying expensive medicinal materials, he would use the flying knife to kill him or cover up his identity.

The flying knife is so powerful, no one can think of him as the executioner.

The blacksmith said, "OK, what style do you want?"

Li Jue said, "A common style will do."

The blacksmith said: "Old rules, you light the fire and strike the iron, and I will help you forge the front."

The two cooperate.

Li Jue came to the stove and lit the fire, imitating the sound of the fire with ventriloquist.

In fact, the blacksmith has been very puzzled recently, why Li Jue's ignition can burn so well, so he secretly took a look.

But he found that he didn't add anything extra at all, and he didn't use his energy or anything.

However.

The fire of the stove is still so abundant, and the sound of the fire horn is awe-inspiring.

The blacksmith was startled, and then had no choice but to shake his head.

Li Jue must have a solution, but he just doesn't know it.

In fact, Li Jue also knew that the blacksmith was peeping, so he used ventriloquism to cover it up, and when the blacksmith stopped watching, he used his true energy to intensify the fire.

This is how the past is covered up.

The flying knife was ready, Li Jue found a place where no one was around, and squeezed the handle of the knife into another shape with his bare hands.

In this way, if someone finds the flying knife, even if it is found at the blacksmith, there is no way to prove that the flying knife is his.

After finishing all this, Li Jue disguised himself and went to the black market again to buy precious medicinal materials.

Tonight, he plans to configure a golden soup medicine bath, trying to improve his strength a little bit.

It was only after returning to Room No. 7 that the things were put down, and someone knocked on the door.

He kicked the pile of stuff under the bed before he went to open the door.

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