Xianyang City.

Taste Building.

Since a storyteller came to this restaurant, the restaurant is full every day.

Even if the storyteller tells it over and over again, these guests just can't get tired of listening.

This made the restaurant owner happy and uncomfortable.

Happiness is naturally due to full booking.

This business is much better than before.

However, the uncomfortable thing is that although the guests are willing to spend money, some sit for half a day and can only collect money once.

Fortunately, the money given by the guests can also be divided into the restaurant.

Even the restaurant owner wondered if he would arrange someone to talk about it.

After all, even he could almost recite it when he heard it.

"Mr. Xiao Liang, since this immortal of Taiyi Mountain you are talking about is so powerful, can he live forever?"

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe took advantage of the young man telling the story to drink water and rest, and asked.

"Since he is an immortal, he must have the art of immortality!"

Putting down the teacup, the young man being questioned said with a smile on his face.

"Guess, if there is an immortal art, why haven't you heard of it before?"

"Nonsense, have you seen any immortal who can really call the wind and rain before?"

"That is, there are dragons around who can bathe in thunder and lightning, I really don't know, what the immortals see, and what we see, what is the difference."

Everyone in the restaurant was talking about it, and each of them had their own guesses.

The young storyteller did not stop or speak, just watching the discussion be discussed.

At this moment, a golden cake was thrown on the desk in front of the young man.

The young man was stunned and went headed.

I saw a few people standing not far away.

Seeing the young man looking, several people hugged their fists.

"This gentleman, when he first arrived in Xianyang, he was a little curious about the immortals in Xianyang's legend now, can you tell me again?"

The accents of several people were somewhat eccentric.

Some of the people who heard it frowned.

"Aliens from the North?"

A man frowned and spoke.

"We are just merchants who came to Daqin to trade!"

Being recognized, several people did not care.

"Naturally, yes!"

After quietly putting away the golden cake in front of him, the young man said with a smile.

Then began his own full text recitation.

It is also thanks to Zi Zheng that he fills it with a lot of rhetoric and gorgeous descriptions.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be long before these two articles are gone.

And those aliens with strange accents listened carefully, and whispered something to each other from time to time.

And this situation occurs everywhere in Xianyang.

Among these people, the most of them were naturally the most powerful wolf scouts among the northern alien races, and some were sent by other alien races to inquire about the news.

Natural disasters are now beginning to appear in the north.

Drought has arrived.

The high priest of the alien race said that this time it was man-made, which made the alien race, including the wolf race, jealous.

If it had been in normal times, it would have been called long ago.

Instead of directly sending people to spy on intelligence like now, they all run in Xianyang City.

The movements of these alien races were naturally discovered by the shadow secret guards who closely monitored Xianyang, and then sent this information to Ying Zheng.

"Send someone to call Zizheng~!"

Huan Zheng listened to Zhang Handan's return, and ordered with an unchanged expression.

Soon, Zi Zheng, who had a tired face, entered the palace.

"Meet Your Majesty, long live my emperor!"

Zi Zheng knelt on the ground and shouted.

"Hooray?" Ying Zheng was stunned.

I haven't heard that word for a long time.

"Your Majesty will have an immortal life, long live is naturally a matter of course!"

Zi Zheng said.

"Get up!" Ying Zheng said with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Obey the order!"

After Zi Zheng stood up, Huan Zheng looked at Zi Zheng for a moment.

"Zizheng, you look very tired!"

"The minister is polishing the next page, which includes the scene of His Majesty meeting with the master of the Heavenly Dust, and the minister hopes to write it more perfectly!"

Zi Zheng said.

Yingzheng also feels a little wonderful.

If others talk about the emperor or record the emperor's affairs, they naturally have to be supervised.

However, this Zizheng, Ying Zheng is very relieved.

"Your Majesty, I wonder what you think can't be written?"

Zi Zheng asked.

"You can write everything, you know!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!" When Zi Zheng heard this, his face was beaming.

This is not only because he can play freely, but also shows that Ying Zheng trusts him.

In a short time, with the help of Daqin, there was only one novelist left, a novelist who was of little use in the eyes of the other hundred families, and the number of disciples had exceeded a hundred.

This requires a certain amount of talent.

At the very least, someone who can compile stories.

It was hard to find before.

After all, literacy plus so intelligent, why be a storyteller.

But now it's different.

Zi Zheng was happy in his heart when he heard a light cough. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Your Majesty!"

Zhang Wei suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

Huan Zheng suddenly let Zizheng enter the palace and there are still things.

"Zi Zheng, when the national master was out of the customs before, he plundered part of the vitality of the foreign races in the north, and now there are signs of natural disasters in the north, can this matter be compiled into a story?"

Zi Zheng was stunned, and then immediately nodded.

It's a good subject.

After all, the previous Seven Kingdoms period and the current Daqin, and the foreign races in the north were all in a fighting relationship.

"You know how to write, right?"

"Yes, Chen understands!"

Zizheng immediately nodded.

Boast yourself, black enemy.

Zi Zheng was clear in his heart.

"If that's the case, then as soon as possible, the war is about to begin!"

Zi Zheng was shocked and immediately nodded.

"Zizheng stand down, pay attention to rest!" Ying Zheng said gently.

"Yes, thank you for your concern!" Zi Zheng looked grateful.

After Zi Zheng left, Zhang Wei spoke.

"Your Majesty, those alien races are the Northern Wolf Clan and other tribes of the Wolf Clan, do you want to dispose of these people?"

"No, let them bring back the intelligence of the spies!"

Ying Zheng shook his head.

He also discovered the benefits of being a novelist.

That is to confuse people.

According to Zhang Han's return, all the attention of these spies is now on the things spread in the city, and there is no time to worry about other things.

"Obey the order!" When Zhang Wei heard what Huan Zheng said, he immediately nodded and took orders.

"Right now, the story of the Taiyi Mountain dragon ascending is being told in Xianyang City, right?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wei was stunned and immediately nodded.

"Moreover, because there were many people in East County who witnessed it ten years ago, the people in the city are still convinced of this story!"

"Naturally, because it's true!"

"But some people in the city speculated whether the national master had obtained immortality, whether he had really ascended to become an immortal!" "

Zhang Wei said, his face a little worried.

Immortals and ghosts have been very feared by kings since ancient times.

Especially now, once it is used by people with intentions, it is estimated that something big will happen.

Ying Zheng naturally understands, but Ying Zheng is not worried.

After all, the immortals in this story are now on the side of Daqin.

Just thinking about it, suddenly a roar came from afar.

Hearing this voice, Ying Zheng's face changed, and he suddenly got up and walked towards the direction of the temple gate.

Zhang Wei was stunned and hurried to follow.

And everyone in Xianyang City heard this long and majestic roar.

Countless people rushed out, looking up at the sky.

Then, they saw suffering.

A huge black body snaked over Xianyang City.

Two figures stood above the head of this huge winding black shadow.

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