Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 221 Brewing New Wine Again, Drunk on the Autumn River, Just Like Yesterday, Still So Charmin

Chapter 221 Brewing New Wine Again, Drunk on the Autumn River, Just Like Yesterday, Still So Charming! Listening to Storytelling Again, the Spirit Hall Comes to Disturb.
The storyteller had lived in Tiandou City for several decades.

From the south to the north of the city, he had worn out the soles of his feet counting countless bluestone slabs.

They had just stepped through the city gate.

Then a surprised exclamation was heard:
"Isn't this the old storyteller? We haven't seen him in five years! You've come back?!"

The storyteller took a deep breath of the city's vibrant atmosphere.

"came back."

Keep walking in.

The vendors all shouted their calls:

"Old Bangzi is finally back! Our ears have been itching for your stories!"

"Go home and check on your little monkey grandson! He's seven or eight years old and a real nuisance, so mischievous he's practically climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!"

"Tsk tsk, how strange, five years have passed, and you old bones have become even more sturdy?"

"Old sir, are you leaving again this time?"

All that idle chatter before.

The storyteller was vague and ambiguous.

Only for this last sentence, he stopped and nodded:
"Let's take a break, we still have a long way to go."

He and the Soul Master had already made their plan.

Perhaps we'll need to hire a few helpers later.

If you're really short on cash, see if you have any die-hard fans of Sword and Wine, and put together a makeshift team.

The storytelling profession.

It's all just a passing phase now.

Aside from a few nostalgic and older folks, some would nod and sway their heads as they listened to the story.

Others had long found his rambling and boring.

Perhaps we should try a different approach and try something new.

If we can come up with a new industry.

He's the founding master!

"that is……"

The storyteller rubbed his calloused hands.

"The stories of Master Jianjiu, from his rise to fame in the Soul Arena to his rampage in the Papal Palace, have been repeated over and over again in the past five years. Travelers from all over the country have heard them so many times they're calloused."

"There are no new stories."

Thinking about it.

He said to the Soul Master beside him:

"I haven't set foot in my home for five years, I'll go back and take a look first."

"Let's catch our breath and then continue our journey."

"to make."

The two were talking.

Suddenly.

A voice boomed like thunder from a steaming bun shop on the street:

"You old bastard who's spouting nonsense!"

The storyteller's brows furrowed.

"When did this old man start talking nonsense?"

"The Sword and Wine Master is perfectly fine, so how come he's dead in your mouth?"

"Um?!"

"Lord Jianjiu has been back in our Tiandou City for over a month now!"

"Right now, I'm hosting a banquet for my friends at Shanxiangfang!"

This is a chance encounter at a banquet.

From the faint tea mist of dawn, to the eaves bells jingling in the twilight.

Everyone possesses profound soul power, yet they choose not to use it to resist the effects of intoxication.

When the wine was flowing freely...

They were just like any other ordinary people in the city.

Some beat their chests and stamped their feet, others sang with gusto, and some even wept uncontrollably.

"You...you tell me something from the bottom of your heart! When...hiccup...you really consider me a brother?!"

"When will I ever be able to roam the martial world like Brother Immortal...? I don't want to inherit the family business at all!"

"Hey! The alcohol makes the knife even sharper! You banished immortal... watch me nail you to the wall and treat you like a painting!"

"Li Zhexian, if only I had met you sooner."

The smell of alcohol was so strong it was almost overwhelming.

A large group of teenagers poured out of the Shanxiangfang gate, staggering and swaying.

"Master—!"

"Please take care, everyone!"

The waiter's voice was hoarse from shouting.

Li Zhexian, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, pulled a gold coin from Qian Renxue's robe.

A flick of the fingertip.

The gold coin ended up in the hands of the second-hand seller.

The crowd helped each other up, staggering onto the street.

That's when I realized it.

It was completely dark by early morning.

Feng Buyu craned his neck to look at the moon in the sky, and haphazardly wrapped a black silk cloth around his eyes.

"Hey, the sun is a bit dim today!"

Where do we go next?

The group, hiccuping from their drinks, looked at the young man in white at the front.

"Night...night tour of Tiandou City?"

"Let's go... let's go to the Immortal's courtyard, and... let's have another meal!"

Li Zhexian blushed and shook her head from side to side.

On the right side of the long street, moonstones are inlaid on both sides, casting a warm yellow light that stretches all the way to the end of the street.

"belch……"

Li Zhexian rubbed his nose and grinned:
"You bunch of people, all you do is pour me drinks, you haven't touched a single bite of the good food on the table!" "Come on, let's go eat some noodles, you should at least have something to eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

A night breeze blew.

The group of people who had just stepped out of the restaurant felt a little empty.

Feng Buyu and Yu Tianheng each hooked their arms around Li Zhexian's neck, one on each side.

"Hey, Immortal Brother, I still need you! After a good night's drink, a bowl of hot noodle soup is more comforting than anything else!"

"Is that old storyteller still around? It's only truly enjoyable to listen to his tales of the martial world!"

Feng Xiaotian grabbed Huo Wushuang and shouted that he wanted to fight Li Zhexian.

Yu Feng's eyes widened, and he suddenly stood in front of Li Zhexian.

behind them.

Qian Renxue, Dugu Yan, and a group of girls smiled sweetly.

"Look over there!"

Across from the noodle stall.

They set up a small camp.

A gleaming, square old table stood with long benches underneath, crowded with onlookers.

Someone with sharp eyes shouted it out first.

Everyone turned to look at the other end of the street.

The wind carried a rich aroma of wine, permeating the entire long street.

I saw...

A group of carefree and joyful teenagers, their steps sometimes unsteady, sometimes unsteady, sometimes bold.

The shadows of people were stretched and shortened under the warm yellow moonstone.

Laughter, drunken ramblings, and out-of-tune singing mingled together.

Despite being thoroughly drunk, he showed no sign of being disheveled.

It was a drunken stupor steeped in youth, talent, and life-or-death friendship; the unbridled indulgence of youth who knew no sorrow.

“It’s great to be young…”

I don't know who it is.

She let out a soft sigh.

The listeners around him nodded in deep agreement.

"Sir, look!"

The Soul Master stared at the white-robed youth at the head of the group and excitedly addressed the storyteller.

The storyteller placed his hands on the square old table, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He wore a rolled-up blue cloth robe.

He picked up the gavel.

Snapped--

The noisy onlookers fell silent.

The boys and girls who were walking over also looked over at the sound.

"Haha, the old storyteller is still here, tonight's meal is perfect!"

Through the hazy, warm yellow of the night.

Li Bai and the storyteller gaze at each other across the long street.

Li Bai, dressed in white, smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect from afar.

The storyteller stroked his long, white beard with one hand.

In an instant.

That kind of spirit and energy that comes from decades of immersion in the martial arts world has taken hold of him.

An aged yet resonant voice, carrying a unique rhythm, echoed throughout the long street:
"People all say, 'I want to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine,' but it's nothing like the carefree days of my youth!"

"But I dare to say..."

"Let's brew some new wine again to get drunk on the autumn river, just like yesterday, still as charming as ever!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please hold your tongues and listen carefully, for today's performance—"

"The sword is not drawn, but the wine is already warm. Tell me, young heroes, how could a single sword strike, with its cold gleam, shatter the Spirit Hall?!"

Drinking the piping hot noodle soup.

Listen to the storyteller recount his legend in a tone brimming with passion and emotion.

This taste is indescribably amazing.

Feng Xiaotian slurped down the last mouthful of noodles with a loud "slurp," making a loud thud at the bottom of the bowl.

Under the influence of alcohol.

He suddenly stood up.

"Exiled Immortal Brother!"

"This book got my blood boiling!"

"There's no time like the present, let's test our skills now!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and the others' eyes lit up.

"Great, this will add a touch of auspiciousness to the meal!"

Five years have passed.