The Return of the Great Emperor

Juxing Restaurant, this is a restaurant in Shixian County. Its grade is neither high nor low, and there are many customers every day.

It wasn't yet noon, and the restaurant was filled with guests, and it was very lively with every word.

What is the topic now?

Of course it was Ye Yan.

Including killing Mao Sihai at night, driving Ye Shixiong off the stage, and killing the strong men of the Wang family the next day, the topic is too strong, and they are all talking about it, becoming more and more exaggerated.

There was even a storyteller who knew how to catch traffic and directly compiled Ye Yan’s actions in the past four days into storytelling. He said in the restaurant, and he became even more exaggerated and directly called Ye Yan a saint. Power, and Zhang Yutai, Wang Tianyuan and others have also become king-level, and each move is a devastating battle.

"Puff!" A girl couldn't help laughing and quickly covered her mouth with her slender hands, but her shoulders were still shaking, and she obviously endured it very hard.

Unexpectedly, the storyteller's eyes were sharp. He immediately noticed it. He immediately put away his board and said, "This girl, do you think I'm making up a mess?"

"No!" The girl admitted generously, raised her head and showed a pretty face that was very happy and angry, which immediately made the entire restaurant lit up, and many people's eyes straightened.

How could there be such a beautiful girl!

The key is that it is not only beautiful but also pure, like a clear spring without any impurities, making people feel comfortable to watch.

The storyteller is also a little lost, but storyteller is his source of income here, so he naturally cannot be smashed by others. He smiled, took out a piece of paper and said, "Little girl, do you know what this is?"

Without waiting for someone to answer, he said, "This is the gift Ye Yan gave to Mao Sihai."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

The storyteller couldn't help but feel proud. On that day, he was invited by the Mao family to go to the storyteller and perform a show. He witnessed Ye Yan's power with his own eyes. Later, the Mao family father and son were killed. The scene was in panic, but he was brave enough to take advantage of the chaos. The "gift" on the ground was picked up, but someone stepped on it a few times, leaving many footprints.

He felt as if he had found a treasure, carefully wiped off his footprints and put away the book and silk.

Sure enough, now some people questioned that he threw out this "evidence", which attracted a burst of exclamations, which made him very useful.

The girl is inexplicably. If you take out a calligraphy and painting, it is also proof?

Even if it was written by Ye Yan, what does it have to do with you that he can fly to the sky and escape?

"Huh?" The old man who was having dinner with the girl glanced at him, but was slightly stunned. He couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, and his expression was even more excited. He said to the storyteller, "Brother, can this character be seen by me? Have a look?”

"Grandpa!" the girl was surprised.

If others don’t know the identity of the old man, will she not know?

Her name is Wang Qingxue, and her grandfather is the famous Wang Tong - but she has no relationship with the Wang family in Sucheng, but she just happens to have the same surname - the former dean of Daxia College!

Grandpa was a fifth-grade strongman at the beginning, but in order to attack the fourth-grade, he was obsessed with it. Although he saved his life, his cultivation level had slipped straight to the ninth-grade. But even so, his grandfather's status in Daxia is still extremely noble.

——How many students did the old man teach in his life? How many of them have grown into strong people?

Just pull it out and you can destroy this town with one hand!

But grandfather actually lost his composure because a man named Ye Yan wrote a word. How could she believe this?

The storyteller was a little hesitant, because although Wang Tong was well-dressed and looked like he was not an ordinary person at first glance, he looked so excited, as if he was reluctant to give it to him and wanted to rob it, which made him really doubt that handing over the things would turn into meat. The bun beats the dog, but there is no return.

"My grandpa wants to see, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid that my grandpa will not be able to steal it!" Wang Qingxue said angrily, but looking at her grandpa's increasingly excited expression, even she suspected that her grandpa might really reach out to steal it.

"Here, this is a hundred taels of silver notes. You can buy this piece of paper." The girl took out a silver notation and slapped it on the table.

One hundred taels!

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, because the average family of three costs only ten taels of silver per month, which is a huge sum of money for most people, but this girl actually used it to buy a word. A sacrifice.

However, the girl is dressed in silk and has fine workmanship, and she is obviously from a wealthy family.

Do you think 100 taels of silver is a huge sum of money, but for others, it is just a day's pocket money?

The Storyteller's face immediately changed, and he immediately filled with a smile: "Look at what you said, how could I doubt the old man? Look, take it! Take it!"

He handed over the letter, and when he took his hand back, the silver note fell into the palm of his hand. He put it in front of him and saw: the words "Datong Silver Number" and "100-two-patterned silver" are printed into his eyes. He immediately smiled and stopped talking and left.

The bank notes of the Chase Bank are notoriously fake. Even if you take a fake bank notation and just write the four words of the Chase Bank notation, you can exchange real silver at the bank, but those who make fake silver notes Then you will die very miserably.

After the Datong Bank killed several batches of counterfeit people, at least no one in the Daxia Kingdom dared to forge their bank notes.

Therefore, the bank notes of the Datong Bank are directly equated with real money and silver.

Wang Tong took the calligraphy and painting handed over by the girl, spread it flat on the table and looked carefully, her eyebrows and eyes shaking, and her hands were trembling.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Wang Qingxue asked in surprise.

The whole family's grandfather loved her the most, and she was also closest to her.

Wang Tong closed his eyes first, then rubbed the word "final" with his fingers, and after a long time, he spoke: "This word is amazing!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Amazing?

Isn’t it just a word of finality?

Wang Qingxue was not afraid of this grandfather who was extremely majestic in the college and at home. She pouted and said, "What's so great, I can write it too!"

Wang Tong was amused by her child's words and shook her head and said, "You, you are either grandpa underestimating you, or you will never write such a Taoist rhyme in your life - Haha, let alone you, even grandpa doesn't have this one. ability."

"Daoyun?" the girl asked with her head tilted, playful and cute.

Wang Tong opened his eyes and looked at the words again: "The person who wrote this word is an absolute master. Even if he just strokes and strokes, he has the charm of the laws of heaven. You can't tell it because your cultivation is too Low."

"This person has at least a fourth-level cultivation level!"

"Sure enough, there are too many masters in the world who don't like to be famous, are willing to be lonely, and are dedicated to seeking the truth!"

"If I could get this character when I was hitting the fourth grade, then I might not fail to think about and study the Taoist rhymes in it."

When he said the last sentence, the old man couldn't help but show a strong expression of regret.

Although many years have passed, and he has been telling others and himself that he will not worry about it anymore, how could his inner unwillingness really disappear?

This time, Wang Qingxue was really moved. Daoyun and other things were too far away from her, but she was able to reach the fourth grade by one word, which shocked her speechlessly.

"Let's go and visit the master who wrote this word."

(Today's fifth update, please collect and recommend)