Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

When going out, Guan Shanyu still took the back door of Yuchen Palace.

When Guan Shanyu came, he had nothing in his hands, but when he left, he was carrying two large packages. The big bag on his back contained scarves and gloves, and the bag in front of him contained the money given by Li Suyin.

Although Li Suyin gave him a big middle finger when saying goodbye, the money she gave him was really a lot.

Guan Shanyu counted as he walked, thinking to himself that he didn't even need to help earn money in Wangshuiling, as he had already achieved his life goal of returning to his hometown to open a shop.

As he walked towards the street, Guan Shanyu shook his head in amazement. He didn't expect that this Baga-chan was the real big shot.

After thinking about it, Guan Shanyu laughed out loud again. Although they were both time travelers, the author was still struggling to make ends meet, while the reader who wrote the building to curse him was actually financially independent.

This is a broken world.

With a light sigh, Guan Shanyu put the money away carefully and continued walking deeper into the bustling street.

On the streets, bustle and bustle intertwine into a vivid canvas. Rows of shops line the streets, their colorful signs swaying gently in the wind, like a flowing painting. The cries of vendors intertwine, and the aroma of steaming food fills the air, creating a stark contrast to the chilly air, beckoning passersby to stop and take a look.

On the roadside, jugglers were performing with all their might, drawing cheers from the crowd. Their colorful costumes and agile movements seemed to add a touch of life and energy to the cold weather.

Guan Shanyu, dressed in thick winter clothes, shuttled through the bustling city. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun hanging high in the sky, but it looked a little dim.

The snow had stopped, but the wind was still biting, piercing my bones. Every few steps I took, the biting cold followed me like a shadow, and the occasional cold wind was like a knife cutting my face, as uncomfortable as being slapped in the face.

He sighed helplessly, feeling that his clothes were not thick enough to withstand the severe cold. So, he decided not to rush to the translation office to borrow a horse, but to find a place to sit and warm himself before continuing on his journey.

Guan Shanyu chose a teahouse, which was the place he and Li Suyin had agreed to meet in case they ran away in the future.

Now there is no need to run away. Guan Shanyu has some spare money. He plans to try out what is so special about the teahouse on this most prosperous street. A bowl of tea can actually be sold for thirty cents.

Guan Shanyu clenched the package tightly and strode into the teahouse.

As soon as we entered the room, the fresh aroma of tea filled our nostrils. A waiter, noticing a customer, immediately approached with a broad smile, greeting us warmly: "Sir, please take a seat. We have a wide selection of teas. Would you like something to drink?"

Guan Shanyu nodded slightly, and followed the waiter into the store with a little restraint, while secretly sizing up the layout of the teahouse.

The teahouse was spacious and bright, two stories high, with soaring eaves, carved beams, and painted buildings, radiating elegance. The high sandalwood ceiling was intricately carved, and draped with muslin curtains, it separated elegant private rooms. The first-floor lobby was bustling with activity, with more than a dozen eight-person tables fully occupied. In the center, a storyteller was engaged in a lively tale, his voice etched in his voice.

Guan Shanyu found a seat by the window and ordered a cup of scented tea. After paying thirty coins with a heavy heart, he listened attentively to the storyteller's tale.

The storyteller was about forty years old, wearing small black glasses and holding a wooden wake-up stick. He spoke with great passion and gesticulation. Whenever he came to a wonderful part, he would slam the wooden wake-up stick on the table, and the audience would applaud in unison.

Guan Shanyu hadn't even understood his story yet, but when he rapped on the table, the audience immediately started clapping, more uniform than military training. It made Guan Shanyu laugh.

The tea was brought up by the waiter at the right time. Guan Shanyu took a sip and frowned as he looked at the tea soup. There were yellow chrysanthemums, red dates, and a few wisps of rhodiola rosea. And it only cost thirty cents?

Guan Shanyu looked at the waiter still shouting in front of the teahouse and thought that instead of opening a clinic, he might as well open a teahouse. The profits were too huge.

After a wry smile, Guan Shanyu put down the tea bowl, picked up the bag on his lap, and planned to look for two comfortable scarves to wear. It was really too cold that day. But while he was looking for them, he suddenly heard Yan Ruchen's name.

Guan Shanyu subconsciously raised his head and found that the sound came from the main hall.

He listened carefully and heard the storyteller, whose wake-up stick was banging loudly, say: "Speaking of this hero Yan, it is said that he was once a knight who traveled far and wide, doing justice and eradicating evildoers. But to expose the truth about the Immortal Sect, he endured humiliation and infiltrated the sect, becoming a disciple of the elders, collecting evidence of crimes, and intending to enforce justice. Finally!"

The wake-up stick fell with a "bang", and everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp.

"God will not let down those who work hard. Hero Yan made the evidence he collected public in the Yunze Realm. He single-handedly challenged the numerous forces of the immortal sect, eliminated these scum, and sought justice for the people of the world."

It's actually telling their stories.

Guan Shanyu stared blankly at the hall, thinking to himself, there aren't really hundreds of immortal sects, just three, only a few larger ones. And...

Yan Ruchen is not a wandering hero, he is just a disciple.

But the audience was fascinated by the story, especially by the idea of ​​a hero saving the world. A young woman raised her hand and asked, "Sir, what does Hero Yan look like? Is he handsome?"

Of course, he's incredibly handsome, Guan Shanyu answered silently in his heart.

Upon hearing this, the storyteller clapped his hands again and replied, "Of course he is extraordinarily handsome. It is said that he is eight feet tall, with a face like a full moon, large and blessed ears, a straight nose, square lips, tattoos on his arms, and strong limbs. He is truly an extraordinary person."

Guan Shanyu spat out a mouthful of tea.

He's eight feet tall, which makes him two meters sixty, and he even has a tattoo on his arm. Is this referring to the same person? Yan Ruchen is a renowned handsome man, isn't he? It's not just the name and deeds that are used, and the rest is fabricated, right?

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the girl's cheeks turned red, and she excitedly held hands with the little sister next to her, whispering: "Wow, he's still a rough and sturdy man."

Guan Shanyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he closed his eyes helplessly. At this time, someone asked the storyteller, "Who is the disciple named Guan beside the hero Yan?"

The storyteller stamped his foot, clapped his hands and laughed, "This man is undoubtedly a fellow townsman of Hero Yan."

Guan Shanyu raised his eyebrows, thinking that his origin was actually correct?

But the storyteller changed the subject and continued, "This man used to be a villain, bullying men and women, burning, killing, looting, and swindling. After being subdued by Hero Yan, he became his loyal subordinate, accompanying him into the Tianxuan Dao Sect to collect evidence against the immortal elders. He can be considered a prodigal son who has returned. It is said that this man has thick eyebrows, small eyes, and a face as pointed as a monkey's cheeks, but he has a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are very attractive to women."

After saying that, he winked at several girls in the audience. Those girls blushed immediately and cursed him "disgusting" repeatedly.

Guan Shanyu laughed in anger. He finally understood why rumors were so difficult to contain once they spread. The fabrications were so outrageous, and while the people involved might not be comfortable hearing them, it was still quite stimulating for the listener.

He held his forehead and smiled bitterly, his head aching from the storyteller's nonsense. He finished the tea on the table while laughing and was about to get up and go back home. He thought that when he got back, he must tell Yan Ruchen about this and let him laugh too.

But just as he put the empty teacup on the table, the waiter came over with a pot of new tea.

"Sir, your Wuyi Mountain mother tree Da Hong Pao is here, and your fruit plate is also here."

As soon as the waiter put down the tea set, a pretty woman came over with the tea set and sat down opposite Guan Shanyu and began to make tea for him. Then, the waiter brought a heavy fruit plate, but before he could put it down, Guan Shanyu stopped him.

"Sorry, you might have ordered the wrong thing. I didn't order it." Guan Shanyu explained, pointing to the empty pot of flower tea beside him and said, "I only ordered this pot."

The waiter placed the fruit plate on the table and said with a smile, "That's right, sir. Someone specially invited you to this."

Guan Shanyu's eyes widened in surprise: "Invite me? Who?"

The waiter smiled and pointed to the opposite side, then retreated. Guan Shanyu looked in the direction the waiter pointed, puzzled, and saw a pair of sparkling black eyes looking at him with a smile not far away.

The center of the hall was still bustling with activity. The storyteller had just told another fascinating scene, drawing laughter from the audience. Behind the layers of people, someone rested their chin on their hand, their gaze fixed on Guan Shanyu through the crowd. A faint smile played at the corner of their mouth, their eyes twinkling with a smile.

Guan Shanyu was stunned for just a moment, then his pupils dilated and he excitedly waved his hands and shouted, "Yan Ruchen!"

Since the storyteller only mentioned the hero's surname Yan and did not mention his full name, Guan Shanyu's shouting did not attract the attention of others.

After shouting, he excitedly moved the bag on his lap to the side and prepared to stand up and walk towards Yan Ruchen. But when Yan Ruchen saw Guan Shanyu turning around and shouting, he immediately stood up and walked towards him.

So, Guan Shanyu stopped and waited for Yan Ruchen to walk towards him through the crowd. As he watched Yan Ruchen approach step by step, Guan Shanyu's smile grew wider and wider. Until Yan Ruchen stood in front of him, Guan Shanyu was still grinning, which made Yan Ruchen laugh. He asked, "Why are you so happy?"

Guan Shanyu saw Yan Ruchen sitting down next to him, so he sat down as well and asked, "Are you feeling better? Why did you come out? Did you order this tea and fruit plate for me?"

Yan Ruchen smiled and nodded. Seeing that they were both seated, the tea girl brought two cups of fragrant tea to them. Yan Ruchen took a sip from the cup and said, "I woke up this morning and found you weren't there. Rongrong said you were at Yuchen Palace, and I happened to have some things to take care of, so I followed you here."

Upon hearing this, Guan Shanyu asked again, "Is everything done?"

Yan Ruchen shook his head and said with a smile, "No."

Guan Shanyu was startled and said in disbelief, "That's unlike you. How can you be in the mood to drink tea when you haven't finished your work?"

Yan Ruchen lowered his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the audience in the hall, then slowly said, "It's not done so quickly. We killed the spirit turtle and destroyed the magic circle of Wangshuiling. Many evil spirits that had not yet dissipated have escaped. Jin Yu and Gu Yu have been investigating this matter at the foot of the mountain. It is said that some evil spirits have possessed people or monsters, but they are good at disguising themselves, so it will take a long time for the people we send out to clean up these evil spirits."

Guan Shanyu asked, "Did Hongyin and the others come to help?"

Yan Ruchen replied, "Yes, Hongyin sent many disciples from the Ziwei Society, and Senior Brother Song and many of Zixiao's disciples went there in person."

Guan Shanyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's indeed difficult, but it's also a matter of time. Speaking of which, Wang Tianyang hasn't shown up for a while. Did he go there too?"

Yan Ruchen replied, "He was imprisoned for a long time and was finally released. He's gone back to visit his family. I guess after that, he'll come back to follow up on the elders' trial."

Guan Shanyu nodded when he heard this, and picked up the teacup, not quite understanding. Yan Ruchen smiled, raised the teacup, and his eyes fell on the table in front of him. He didn't say anything. Seeing this, Guan Shanyu asked again: "Is there anything more troublesome?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruchen was slightly startled. Seeing Guan Shanyu looking at him curiously, Yan Ruchen answered every question:

"There is one thing. The elders of the Immortal Sect have been imprisoned for a long time, but there has been no clear result. Palace Master Li simply wanted to reduce his competition for the leadership of the Hundred Sects of the Immortal Sect, and he didn't really want to kill them. Now that his goal has been achieved, he has simply placed the elders under house arrest in Yuchen Palace, and will follow up on the follow-up matters slowly. However, due to the evil spirits that have been causing chaos recently, the public is very excited and vowed to severely punish the murderer, and Hongyin is the first to bear the brunt of it."

Guan Shanyu's heart tightened and he asked, "Fairy Hongyin? What does she want to do?"

Yan Ruchen replied, "Sacrifice to the spirits."

In the center of the hall, the storyteller told some amusing story, causing the audience to burst into laughter. But in a corner, two young men sat facing each other in silence. After a long moment, Guan Shanyu slowly asked, "What does offering sacrifices to the spirits mean?"

Yan Ruchen thought for a moment and replied, "Using a living human body to summon the formation can attract evil spirits from the world. Once the evil spirits fall into the trap, they will die together with them."

Guan Shanyu widened his eyes, covered his mouth, and asked, "Are you going to let the elders and the evil spirits perish together?"

Yan Ruchen nodded: "Yes."