Ninety Blessed Wife Runs Well-off

Chapter 440 Kuang Zhixi ([-])

The waiter in the teahouse stepped forward and asked, "Guest officer, do you want the private room or the lobby?"

Although this guest officer is a woman, the Anwu Continent does not pay attention to the difference between men and women, as long as they have money, everyone is a master.

"Let's just go to the lobby. I heard very interesting stories from this storyteller."

"Oh, guest officer, you are right to come here. The storyteller in our teahouse is really unique in Jiacheng. Come, guest officer, please sit here."

Xiao Er brought Mu Sheng'er to a table, and he wiped the table before asking Mu Sheng'er to sit down. This table is not like other wooden tables, but the tables here are all made of bamboo. It didn't smell any oily smoke, but it smelled like tea.

Xiaoer also handed her a bamboo sign, which contained all kinds of tea drinks from their place, as well as some snacks.

Mu Sheng'er ordered the most expensive pot of tea and some snacks, Xiaoer took back the sign and said with a smile on his face, "Guest officer, please wait a moment, drink your saliva and listen to the story first, and I will serve you tea in a while."

Mu Sheng'er nodded, then looked at the storyteller, and the surrounding guests applauded when he talked about the excitement.

Interestingly, the storyteller was telling the story of the Profound Master Zhen Guo she was looking for.

"If you say that this great mysterious master came to our Jiacheng after he abdicated 1000 or [-] years ago, Jiacheng was still a dilapidated place at that time, and there were only a few small villages adjacent to each other, but who would have thought that in this There is a big disaster in the land, it is the drought!"

The guests around all gasped when they heard this. This Hanba is a high-level zombie. Because of the appearance of the Hanba at that time, Jiacheng had no crops in the surrounding area due to the drought. The villagers were tortured and killed.

"And then, how did the master come here to solve the drought?" One of the guests couldn't help asking.

The storyteller took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "Don't worry, just wait for me to speak slowly."

Mu Sheng'er was also curious about what was going on behind the scenes. The waiter over there came over and put a pot of tea and a few dishes of snacks on the table, "Guest officer, your refreshments are all ready, I'll put them here for you." She poured a cup of tea.

"Okay." Mu Sheng'er took out a piece of silver and handed it to him, and the waiter hurriedly took it. This is a lot of money, worth his salary for a year, he thanked, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir .”

After that, without disturbing the guest's elegance, he bowed and left.

The storyteller continued after drinking tea, "Our ancestors in Jiacheng were also lucky. Not long after the Hanba caused troubles, the master abdicated. When he passed by here, he found the existence of the Hanba. At that time, the villagers thought it was Drought, the master said that there was a drought here, and the villagers also realized that there were a few people missing in several villages recently. They thought that those people had escaped from the village to find a way out, but they were killed by the drought. .The Hanba is also powerful, and it is only one step away from turning into a 犼. If that time comes, even that master may not be able to solve it."

The guests around took a sip of tea and continued to listen, without even touching the snacks on the table.

"Master stayed in one of the villages, and wanted to wait for the Hanba to catch people, but he waited for several days, because the Hanba didn't come to catch people every day, but finally in the dead of night. , that Hanba appeared, and appeared in front of the master's door."

The guests thought to themselves, this is really a sleepy pillow.

"After the Hanba entered the house, he also noticed that something was wrong, and then other villagers heard the sound of fighting, but everyone didn't go out, because the master said before that if he fights with the Hanba, no one is allowed to go out, so as not to be affected. After a while, there was no sound, and the villagers all thought that the Hanba had fought with the master and left here."

Speaking of this, the storyteller stopped again, and the guests were all anxious, "Then, is this over?"

"One of the villagers is Zhang Mingniu. He is the most courageous in the village, and he is also a tall man. He heard that there was no movement outside, so he opened the door and looked out through the crack of the door. He never thought of the master. The Hanba was covered with blood pressure. The Hanba had an abominable face. The neck was stabbed by the master with an unknown copper coin sword and he couldn't move. It's a blind spot, I didn't see the battle between the master and the Hanba, and came out of the house, Zhang Niu raised his hand to stop it, but it was too late, the Hanba saw a living person appearing, kicked the master away from nowhere, and rushed to the place. Villager, that villager just died like this, and the blood of Hanba became even more vicious, and the money sword that Master once again slashed at Hanba was cut off by that scourge."

The audience was so angry that they patted the table. The villager couldn't hold back and walked out. Didn't this help Hanba?

"The villager was killed, and the rest of the people who saw the situation through the crack of the door shouted in horror. When Han Yan heard this, he rushed into the house and killed everyone. The master tried his best to stop him but was seriously injured. At this critical moment, The master pointed to the sky and yelled, begging God to give him a magic weapon to cut down this scourge." The storyteller was also emotional when he said this, imitating the shape of pointing to the sky.

"There was a rumbling sound in the night sky, and purple thunder and lightning flashed. At this time, a wooden sword with purple lightning flashed all over its body! The master caught the sword in one hand and slashed at the Hanba. The Hanba's blocking was useless. Then it was split in two by the wooden sword, and the thunder and lightning acted on the Hanba's body, and its body was directly blown into pieces, and the Hanba was solved like this."

Only now did the guests relax and continue to drink tea, but the tea was slightly cold, "Did the master settle in Jiacheng later?"

The storyteller nodded, "It seems to be so, but you also know that the whereabouts of the mysterious masters are uncertain. I just guess that this master stayed in Jiacheng and was buried on the bamboo peak after his death." He pointed to the bamboo peak outside the window.

Mu Sheng'er stared at the bamboo peak. He heard rumors that the master was buried in the bamboo peak after his death. Thinking about it, this bamboo peak is really worth exploring, and the wooden sword covered in purple thunder mentioned by the storyteller. If there is such an artifact, wouldn't he be invincible.

And Kuang Zhixi, who was observing all this, was also shocked. It turned out that there was such a story, but it was just a long time ago. It is not easy to check whether there was a severe drought in Jiacheng 1000 or [-] years ago.

But what is certain is that Mu Sheng'er will definitely go to find the treasure.

After Mu Sheng'er finished her tea, she put money on the table and got up to leave. Before it was too late, she went to the bamboo peak to find out.

Bamboo Peak got its name because the mountain is full of bamboo branches, and there are people who come to cut bamboo at the foot of the mountain, and no one has come up to the rest of the mountain. Mu Shenger followed the direction guided by the compass in his hand in this mountain.

If the master is really buried here, then somewhere in this mountain must be a treasured place of geomantic omen, as long as you find this place, you will find the tomb if you think about it.

(End of this chapter)