The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Su Gaowei, Su Gaocheng, Su Gaochao, Su Gaoyu, Su Gaoyi and Su Gaoqing appeared in the restaurant at some point in time.

The waiter led the six people to the table next to Xiao Mochen and his four companions and sat down.

As soon as the six of them sat down, the diners around them all greeted them with fists:

"Brother Wei, today is another patrol day!"

"Brother Cheng, you haven't told us a story in a long time. Do you want to tell us a story today?"

"Brother Yi, is this spiritual root test sure to be held at Yingyue Square? It feels like there are too many people coming this time. Is there enough room to stand?"

"That's right. The inn is already fully occupied this time."

"That's right. If we hadn't built an inn outside the city temporarily, Yingyue Market would have been packed!"

"That's not right. There are still empty rooms in the Moon Viewing Building where I live!"

"Yes, there are many empty rooms in the Baiyue Building where I live!"

……

The restaurant hall suddenly turned into a vegetable market, with everyone arguing with each other in a manner that was almost like a debate competition.

Snapped!

The wake-up stick made a crisp sound.

"Ahem! Ahem!" A storyteller is a storyteller, and he still has his hands full at the critical moment. "Let me explain the reason slowly."

The storyteller was just about to flatter the young men of the Su family, but he was interrupted by a sharp shout as soon as he opened his mouth: "Shut up!"

It was Leng Yunya, the girl in the water-blue skirt who had disliked the storyteller's vulgarity before. She had no reason to get angry before, and now it was not a storytelling, so she naturally couldn't bear to see the storyteller jumping out to show off again, so she naturally got angry when she got the chance: "What the hell is that? It suddenly made such a loud noise? It scared me!"

The storyteller was confused. As a storyteller, he naturally had to make full use of his eye-catching effect. Otherwise, the whole restaurant lobby was noisy just now, and no one could hear him even if he spoke!

Yingyue Market is a place where reason prevails. The storyteller was suddenly targeted for no reason, so he naturally felt unhappy.

If someone makes him unhappy, he will naturally fight back. Don't think he didn't see that the girl in the aqua blue dress looked down on him from the moment she came in. Today he really wanted to let her know what it meant to look down on others.

So, the storyteller, who was confused for a moment, started to retort directly. His eloquence was so sharp that even when he was teaching someone a lesson, it made people unable to vent their anger.

"This guest doesn't know, please listen to me slowly."

"Stop..." Leng Yunya saw that a little storyteller dared to say that she didn't know. Wasn't this a slap in the face and a disdain for her?

She is the Saint of Taixu Immortal Sect!

On weekdays, not only the disciples of Taixu Immortal Sect flattered her, but also the young disciples of several other sects in the Holy Land, a group of people also chased after her, flattered her, and praised her.

Even though her cultivation ranked fifth among the five saints (that is, the last, but the saint only said fifth), who made her so popular?

Unlike Chu Wantang, who has a baby face, she is just a brat. Even if she is the most beautiful girl in the Holy Land, Gu Yiyan, she is like an ice cube all day long, and she practices all the time. Even if her cultivation is high, she still can't act like a spoiled child, and she is not as popular as herself.

Therefore, how could Her Highness the Saint, who was used to being praised so proudly, tolerate the ridicule from others? She immediately flew into a rage and wanted to teach this ignorant person a lesson.

However, she opened her mouth again and again, but she couldn't say the word "shut up".

She was silenced.

But this was not what frightened her the most. What frightened her even more was that she found that she couldn't move at all - she was being silently frozen.

Leng Yunya stared at the storyteller with wide eyes in horror. She knew that she had hit a wall this time.

The key point is that Xiao Mochen and the other three did not react at all. She could even see Cui Linggu still waving his broken fan leisurely from the corner of her eye. The four cursive words "Drunken Slashing the Stars" now seemed so dazzling.

The storyteller didn't care about Leng Yunya's fear. He had to teach this naughty girl a lesson today. She almost ruined his future job.

He had to enter the Su family.

No one can damage his image in front of the Su family.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha.

His son is still waiting for help.

On the high platform in the middle of the restaurant, the storyteller was talking: "Don't underestimate this small wake-up stick. It is the storyteller's "magic weapon". It is used to wake up the young and old men to pay attention to g--c part. Don't miss the exciting content, otherwise you won't be able to find the key points when you go back to brag!"

Hahaha!

"that's right!"

"That's right. If you miss out on the fun, that would be a waste of time!"

……

Suddenly, the lobby of the restaurant became lively again. Many people were dissatisfied with Leng Yunya's sudden outburst, so they took the opportunity to stir up trouble, making Leng Yunya's face red with anger, and her neck was stiff, with veins throbbing, which looked quite scary against her cold white skin.

However, no one in the restaurant sympathized with Leng Yunya. Who made her picky as soon as she came in, looking down on others with a condescending attitude?

If you really want to be particular, you can go to the private room upstairs. Why wait in the lobby to order food?

Don't think that no one heard her initial complaint. Everyone in the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant was trying to get more information, and they were almost as eager as a donkey's ears.

Therefore, there was no one in the entire restaurant lobby who liked Leng Yunya.

Seeing that Leng Yunya had angered everyone, Xiao Mochen and the other three were very angry and their faces looked unhappy.

Fortunately, before Xiao Mochen could speak to stop her, Leng Yunya stopped talking. Even though she was so angry that her veins were throbbing, she didn't lose her temper anymore, and she felt relieved.

They came here to get information.

Especially with the rise of the National Master Hall, and the fact that the National Master Hall is a monk, they have opened their doors to recruit disciples.

The most important thing is that since entering Yingyue Market, the spiritual energy has been obviously richer, almost catching up with the first-grade spiritual veins.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to explore further. The entire Funiu Mountains were blocked.

This is a big deal.

If things go wrong, all the sect’s top leaders may come out in full force.

Therefore, Xiao Mochen was really mad at Leng Yunya's rash provocation.

Now that I saw that she still had some sense of the overall situation, I didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Leng Yunya has already spoken out against someone, so what's wrong with others making a few sarcastic remarks?

It makes sense!

Therefore, Xiao Mochen did not feel offended.

Except for the flower-crazy Leng Yunya, the four of them often go out together to gain experience. They walk a lot and see a lot, so naturally they don’t have the princess syndrome like Leng Yunya.

This time, if Leng Yunya hadn't insisted on coming out, they could have chosen Leng Yuncang to represent Taixu Immortal Sect.

They are obviously siblings, but their personalities are so different that I don’t know what to say.

Here, the storyteller is still showing off. Of course, the slap in the face must be thorough!

"Of course, the wake-up wood has different uses in the hands of different people. In the hands of our county magistrate, it is called a gavel."

Hahaha!

"Yes, the bang of the county magistrate's gavel is so impressive!"

There are still a lot of supporting actors in the lobby.

However, this interaction clearly slapped Leng Yunya in the face. This wake-up stick is really "high-end" and it is really not a broken thing.

Cui Linggu, on the other hand, was listening with great interest. He considered himself a modest gentleman and liked to act like a scholar on weekdays. He had never read such unpopular knowledge before. Therefore, he found it quite interesting.

Chu Wantang blinked her big, Caroline-like eyes and listened curiously, looking particularly lively and playful.

Only Xiao Mochen and Gu Yiyan were as cold as ice, without any change on their faces. They had the same idea, and they both wanted to find out what was going on with the Su family. How many cultivators were there in the Su family? What were their cultivation levels?

The most important thing is, what is the highest level of cultivation of the Su family? Do they really not know the existence of the Holy Land? What is their attitude towards the Holy Land?

The five of them had encountered the inspectors of the National Master Hall before, and they were all at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage!

You know, these five people are the prides of the Holy Land, and their cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This is already scary.

Fortunately, they met almost all mortals along the way, otherwise they would have thought that the world outside had changed.

It seems that the rule of the Holy Land visiting the mainland once every ten years needs to be changed. Disciples should be sent out every year, otherwise things might really change if we are not careful.

Take Yingyue Market for example, it was not like this ten years ago.

The Holy Land also knew about the beast tide in the Funiu Mountains, and had even secretly investigated it. Unfortunately, the result was nothing.

They couldn't understand how the Su family did it.

In short, they felt that the Su family was too mysterious, which made them extremely uneasy.

Seeing everyone cheering so hard, the storyteller naturally became more excited: "This gavel has a formal name - it's called 'qipai'."

"Of course, there are also those called jiefang and fuchi, but most people generally call it 'jingtangmu'."

"Don't underestimate us because we are just a rectangular piece of hardwood with corners and edges. We have a deep meaning - we are named after the meaning of "rules". We have the function of solemnizing the court, strengthening the authority of officials, and deterring others."

"Let me share this with you all: Even though we are just small pieces of wood, we have seen the world!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Stop kidding, Lao Liu!" A regular customer called Lao Liu directly, and he really meant it. If you didn't see it, you would almost fall down laughing.

Many people with low sense of humor laughed to tears.

It is really Lao Liu who is so expressive and emotional that he is the best storyteller.

Lao Liu continued to explain science, as if he was determined to give his "magic weapon" a fair name today.

"The gavel has different names, patterns, sizes and shapes depending on who uses it."

"Brothers and sisters, I'm not exaggerating, even the emperor uses wooden blocks!"

"Sixth Brother, you are wrong!" Someone immediately started to make a noise. "The emperor used blocks of white marble!"

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Ever since the Imperial Master overthrew the previous dynasty, the emperor has become less important to people like them.

Are you kidding? When you deal with immortals every day, who cares about the emperor?

Didn’t you see that they were wiped out in a few minutes by the two imperial masters of our Imperial Master Hall.

What about the old emperor? What about the king? Just kill them all!

Therefore, in the Yingyue Market today, there is only the Palace of the Imperial Master, only the Imperial Master, and only the immortals in people’s hearts.

Of course, there is also myself.

Didn’t you see that the national master said that we are the “masters” of something?

Xiao Mochen and his companions were surprised to hear that people in the restaurant lobby were making fun of the old emperor unscrupulously.

It seems that the world outside has really changed. It is not the kind of change that they thought was a change of dynasties, but a change of ideology and soul.

That's what's scary.

Xiao Mochen and Gu Yiyan looked at each other and realized the seriousness of the matter. They were afraid that it was beyond their ability to find out.

The two exchanged glances and confirmed each other's ideas. When we get back to the inn, we will send a message to the Holy Land to notify the elders to come out.

No matter how precious the Wanli Sound Transmission Note is, it is not as important as the current situation.

There are only three days left until the middle of the month, which is the day for the assessment of the outer disciples of the National Master's Hall.

The storyteller Lao Liu was not annoyed by the diners in the hall, but slapped the wake-up stick again:

"Dear guests, please don't worry. Let me explain in detail. Our old emperor really does use a wake-up wood. However, the wood he uses is a hundred-year-old pear blossom wood, which is no less precious than jade."

"The wake-up stick used by our old emperor is called 'Zhen Shanhe', the wake-up stick used by the empress is called 'Fengxia', the wake-up stick used by the prime minister is called 'Zuo Chao Gang', the wake-up stick used by generals is called 'Jinghu Dan', and the one used by other civil officials is called 'Jingtangmu'."

At this time, Lao Liu did not give others a chance to speak, and finished talking in one breath. Then he picked up the tea bowl beside him and took a sip.

Well!

The lobby was quiet for a while before people started talking again.

"Hiss! I never thought such a broken piece of wood could have so many details!"

"That's right! Don't you see who is telling the story?"

"Who is it? Isn't it Lao Liu who brought his son here to seek medical treatment?"

"Yes. I was there when Lao Liu first came."

"I was there too. His son was barely alive at the time. Unexpectedly, Second Young Master Su took a pill and the man came back to life."

"Hey! You didn't listen carefully. At that time, Second Master Su said that the boy had to take a pill every year for his illness."

"Oh! So miserable!"

"Why are you so miserable? As long as Lao Liu and the others continue to live in Yingyue Market, they can buy elixirs every year and they will naturally be able to live forever."

"That's right. You're making a fuss about nothing. The sixth son is now in school. He jumps around every day and looks very healthy."

"Ah? What kind of disease is this? Why is it that when it's sick, it's like dying, but after taking a pill, it's full of life again?"

"I don't know either. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there are such strange things in the world."

……

Before they knew it, the diners' conversation had strayed further and further from the topic.

Leng Yunya also listened to the whole thing, her face suddenly turned red like a monkey's head. She couldn't help but lower her head, wishing she could leave right away.

She didn't want to stay in this shabby place for even a minute.