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Chapter 263 Storytelling (Thanks to the author "Browning Scar and Vermilion" for the extra chapter)
With a loud "bang!"

The gavel was slammed onto the table.

The storyteller, his face covered in wrinkles, looked around at the audience, cleared his throat, and then began to speak in a loud voice.

"Let's pick up where we left off last time. We'll just say that Chief Wang was eight feet tall, and his waist was also eight feet circumference."

As a result, laughter immediately erupted from below.

"Hey Old Sun, does this mean that if we count Wang the boss, then it's not a complete mess?"

The storyteller, known as Old Sun, glanced at the man but wasn't annoyed. He simply explained earnestly.

"What do you know? This Boss Wang has an unusual appearance, and he practices the legendary Toad Divine Skill. His body can be thin or fat. When he's thin, he's as thin as a bamboo pole, and when he's fat, he looks like a wild boar."

Upon hearing this explanation, the man was at a loss for words and could only laugh.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say goes. So, what happens next?"

The storyteller then coughed lightly and continued.

"It is said that Chief Wang wielded a broadsword, and coupled with his superb martial arts skills, his swordsmanship was incredibly powerful and impenetrable. At this moment, his men from the stronghold swarmed in, and if they could only delay for a short while, the swordsman would surely be dead—however, facing such a desperate situation, this man remained calm and composed. He first used a move called 'Great Roc Spreads Its Wings' to leap onto the roof beam, then found Chief Wang's only opening and unleashed a sword technique that descended from the sky."

But at this crucial moment, the storyteller stopped talking and instead slowly picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of tea.

Those present looked at each other and understood what it meant. Those with money to spare threw up a few large coins, while those with less money chipped in some tea and snacks.

Seeing that he finally had some income, the storyteller continued with a smile.

"—The long sword went from bottom to top, piercing through the head of the gang leader and turning him into a skewer of candied hawthorns."

But upon hearing this, some of the noisy people in the audience spoke up again.

"Hey Lao Sun, do you think a person's skull is made of tofu, that it can be pierced so easily?"

The storyteller looked up and saw that it was the same person as before—still a freeloader—and he wasn't planning to pay any attention to him, but since everyone around was watching, he had no choice but to explain again.

"What you may not know is that sword is a celestial weapon—it is said to be forged from divine iron and polished to a gleaming finish. Laozi himself wielded the hammer, and Yinghuo personally added charcoal dust—this is something created by celestial beings. Not to mention cutting iron like mud, even if you blew on a strand of hair, it would break instantly."

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

The storyteller secretly wiped away a bead of sweat—luckily, these guys were all uneducated, and luckily, he had glossed over this part last time because he thought it was too long; otherwise, things would have been really difficult to handle now.

Then he cleared his throat and said again.

"Then we saw that Chief Wang was killed in one blow, and most of his other men were killed in several rounds of attacks and scattered like birds. Only the second-in-command was holding on to his last breath and was still asking tremblingly."

"We have no grudge against you and have never provoked you, so why do you have to target us?"

The swordsman calmly replied: "I heard about your many evil deeds when I passed by, so I thought I would just kill you as a matter of course."

"—You have no grudge against me, so what does it have to do with me?"

Finally, the storyteller struck the gavel once more.

"As the saying goes, what goes around comes around, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded or punished. It's not that they won't be punished, it's just that the time hasn't come yet—that's exactly right!"

"it is good!"

The audience applauded enthusiastically, and as more tips were thrown up, the storyteller's old face was beaming with joy.

—Today was very fruitful. It was a wise move to choose such a rumored story to adapt. If I can save it up a little more, I might be able to visit Yichun Tower tomorrow.
However, just as the storyteller was lost in thought, someone suddenly spoke up. "But isn't what you're saying a bit off? I've heard about this before. That swordsman did indeed cut and kill his way through, and the official roads have been much quieter lately. But I heard he specifically targets people with the surname Wang, or whose nicknames contain the character 'Wang'."

No sooner had the words been spoken than another voice suddenly rang out from behind the crowd.

"Yes, my surname is Wang, and I'm sitting right here too. Why haven't I seen that swordsman come looking for me?"

In an instant.

The once lively crowd suddenly fell silent.

The storyteller's smile froze on his face, and he even had trouble holding the money in his hand. A few of the bolder onlookers turned their heads to look—and sure enough, they saw a burly man with a full beard leisurely eating and drinking, with seven or eight fierce-looking strong men serving him.

...Oh no! When did this person arrive?!

The storyteller's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He recognized the bearded man; his surname was Wang, and his given name was Batian. He was a notorious local bandit who had committed many evil deeds over the years. However, he was clever and skilled in martial arts, so he had never been caught.

But why would this guy leave his comfortable mountain village and run off to the county town?

The bearded man was picking his teeth as he casually remarked.

"Don't look at me like I've seen a ghost. There's a celebration for the Goddess Houtu in the city right now, and those bastards don't have time to bother with me, so I just came out for a stroll—don't mind me, just keep talking."

The storyteller was quick-witted and immediately understood what it meant.

visit?
Did you run to the county town to avoid trouble?

But even if he had eight times the courage, he wouldn't dare to say it directly; he would just smile and say it.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, what would you like to hear? There are some pretty risqué folk songs coming out of town lately, how about I tell you about them?"

However, the bearded man simply flicked the skewer in his hand and then slowly said...

"Wait, weren't we just talking? I want to hear about this swordsman and how he eliminated evil and wickedness from all the Wang families."

After saying that, he banged on the table forcefully.

"Speak properly, or I'll break both your legs if you upset me!"

The storyteller immediately plopped down on the ground, but before he could even beg, the teahouse door was suddenly pushed open with the sound of a bell.

"Excuse me, do you provide food and water here? All the nearby restaurants are full, it seems to be because of the temple fair, otherwise I wouldn't be asking here."

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to look.

The first thing you see is a longsword with its sheath hanging at your waist.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it? Could this person be...?"
Even Wang Batian and the others couldn't help but tense up, but as their gazes moved upwards and they saw that face...

My body suddenly relaxed again.

Wang Batian even had the leisure to spit.

"Pah! He's just a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, and he's trying to carry a sword? He almost scared my grandpa to death!"

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(End of this chapter)