After Wang Yingxiong gave the order, Afu led an old man in green robe into the teahouse box.

This old man in green robe is not someone else, but the storyteller on the stage, Lao Luo!

"I have seen the prince, but I don't know what the hell is calling me over?"

After the storyteller Lao Luo entered the box, he bowed to Wang Yingxiong with neither humility nor arrogantness and said with a smile.

Seeing Lao Luo like this, Wang Yingxiong felt that the storyteller in front of him was not simple, and he could be said to be a peerless master in the world.

After all, his current identity is in this small Pingxi Town, and he is no longer considered the number one person. The storyteller in front of him looked calm and calm in the face of him. If he had no support, no one would believe it.

Therefore, when facing the storyteller who is suspected to be a peerless master, he dared not be arrogant. He immediately stood up and bowed to the storyteller Lao Luo Xing: "Mr. Luo, take your seat quickly. The boy has admired Mr. Luo for a long time. Today he took the liberty to invite Mr. Luo, but he had no other intention. He just wanted to express his admiration for the teacher."

Seeing this, Lao Luo ruthlessly said, "Young Master is joking. I am just an ordinary storyteller. On weekdays, I can only make a living by relying on everyone's appreciation. How can I afford such praise from the young master!"

"Haha, sir is really too modest. The boy really admires sir!"

Wang Yingxiong had long regarded the storyteller Lao Luo as a senior expert in his heart, so he would not really believe that he was ordinary.

What's more, some novels before traveling through time are popular on the Internet, and the settings of big guys are just popular. If you say you are just ordinary, wouldn't you hint me that you are the real big guy?

Wang Yingxiong, who thought he could see through everything, thought of this, his smile on his face became even brighter, and he respected the ordinary storyteller in front of him. He praised him for a while, and the ordinary boss in front of him blushed a little.

As the saying goes, if you don’t get drunk, everyone will get drunk. As long as the atmosphere comes, you can still drink Erguotou even if you drink tea.

Seeing that the ordinary boss in front of him was already praised by him, Wang Yingxiong immediately changed the topic and said, "Sir, you have walked more bridges than the kids have walked. The kids have been born and have not left this radius of 100 miles. They are also very curious about the world outside Pingxi Town. I wonder if you can tell me about the world outside Pingxi Town?"

When the storyteller Lao Luo heard this, he didn't think much about it. He stroked his beard and said with a smug expression: "It's rare to like you boy. Today I will tell you about the outside world."

"If it is an ordinary person, when it comes to the outside world, the one who thinks of the Great Yan State must be the Great Yan State. After all, there are thirty-six counties in the Great Yan State, each county has a radius of thousands of miles, and thirty-six counties, which are almost thirty thousand miles in radius. Even if an ordinary person reaches his entire life, it will be difficult for him to walk through it."

The storyteller Lao Luo smiled and said, but he did not take the Great Yan Kingdom, which covers an area of ​​30,000 miles in his words. Wang Yingxiong was shocked.

It should be noted that the circumference of the earth in the previous life was only 40,000 kilometers.

Not to mention a radius of 30,000 miles, even a radius of 10,000 miles will be almost seven or eight Chinese.

If it is 30,000 miles in size, it will be sixty or seventy Chinese countries, which is even larger than the total area of ​​the earth in the previous life.

Such a huge area has exceeded Wang Yingxiong's imagination, but as the storyteller Lao Luo said, such a huge Yan State seemed to be nothing.

Big Boss, it's really big Boss!

If there was no trace of rationality, Wang Yingxiong would have knelt down and hugged Lao Luo's thigh to become a disciple.

The storyteller Lao Luo said this, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Everyone in the world thinks that the Great Yan is the center of the world, but he doesn't know that the Great Yan is nothing on this Dongzhou land, and can only be regarded as a small marginal country."

"And there are only one of the nine provinces in the world, Dongzhou. There are eight areas like Dongzhou. Beyond the nine provinces, there are still vast and boundless Wuji Sea, eternal frozen ice fields, endless deserts without ends, etc. As the saying goes, Jiuzhou is vast and the world is boundless. If you really want to appreciate the outside world, then practice well!"

When the storyteller Lao Luo talked about this, he stopped talking. He picked up the fragrant cloud tea in front of him and tasted it carefully. He didn't know how big waves his words had caused in Wang Yingxiong's mind.

The world, Jiuzhou, Wuji Sea, Ice Frost, Endless Desert, Dongzhou...

Words echoed in Wang Yingxiong's mind, making him feel excited and yearned for it.

In addition, there are also the words "cultivation" mentioned by the big guys, which tell the wonderfulness of the outside world.

Thinking about his previous life pursuit of three wives and four concubines, and the landlord Laocai, Wang Yingxiong felt that he was really ashamed of his time traveler.

He decided that his life goal should be improved so much as "billions" points, and his requirements are not high. Just stay alive and immortal, just be honored as the Taoist ancestor, and strive to reach the average line of the time traveler.

Of course, everything is difficult at the beginning. He is a small martial artist. Now he is talking about immortality and honoring Taoist ancestors. It is definitely unrealistic.

Thinking about his brain-dead system, Wang Yingxiong made a decision immediately.

With the sound of "flashing", Master Wang hit the ground with his knees, knelt down at the boss in front of him, and whispered loudly: "I am not talented, I am willing to serve the teacher and ask him to accept his disciples as disciples and teach them the methods of practicing!"

"puff!"

Master Wang knelt down and decisively. The storyteller Lao Luo was stunned for a moment, making him unable to help but spray out the tea in his mouth.

What's going on? Brother, I'm just bragging, why are you kneeling down now?

You are too unreasonable to play cards!

Lao Luo looked at Wang Yingxiong, who was kneeling on the ground and had a firm face, and suddenly felt a big head. He frowned and said speechlessly: "What does this mean by Prince Wang? When did I say that I know how to practice, let alone accept disciples."

The storyteller Lao Luo was helpless, but he couldn't resist Mr. Wang's perseverance. He had already determined that the storyteller in front of him was an ordinary big shot in the world.

In this remote little place, meeting such a big guy is even less likely than buying a lottery prize. When will you not become a disciple at this time?

If he missed this opportunity, could he still expect the brain-dead system in his mind to turn over?

Hold on to the green mountains and do not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north.

No matter what you say, I just can't get up here, unless you accept me as a disciple and teach me the method of practice.

I, Wang Yingxiong, have great perseverance!

Anyway, Master Wang has already determined that the storyteller Lao Luo is a giant who plays the world and is determined to become a disciple.

As for Lao Luo, looking at Master Wang kneeling on the ground, he also had a headache on his face. He was almost talking, and this kid just knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

This made him a little helpless. He said that he could not practice, nor was he a practitioner. What he said before was just seen from an ancient book, and he used it to fool people. He didn't know whether it was true or false.

But I can't resist Master Wang's disbelief!

Finally, Lao Luo, who had no choice but to take out a piece of animal skin from his arms and said, "Let's do this, today I will teach you a volume of supreme mysterious skills. If you can practice successfully, I will accept you as a disciple. If you have nothing to cultivate, it means we have no relationship with master and disciple!"

After talking about the ordinary big boss in the world, Lao Luo, the storyteller, put the roll of animal skin in his hand on the table, then stopped looking at Master Wang, and turned around and left.

Before leaving, he looked at Master Wang deeply and sighed: "That's what you said, please do it yourself!"

"Remember, you can only rely on yourself to practice the magical skills on the ancient scrolls, and I will not give you any help. Before practicing the magical skills, you and I must not recognize each other, let alone let people know that I have passed on you the unique skills of magical skills, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Chapter completed!