Chapter 587 Today Is the Second Day

Seven days later, in the lobby on the first floor of a certain teahouse, an old man with a white beard was speaking with a lotus flower on his tongue and spit stars flying across his mouth.

"Last time we said that Sun Wukong borrowed the Dinghaishen needle from the Dragon King of the East China Sea - Ruyi Golden Hoop, and then went to the underworld to sell the book of life and death forcibly. Dragon King, Yan Jun went to heaven to file a complaint. Under the recommendation of Taibaijinxing, the Jade Emperor called Sun Wukong to Heavenly Court is the Bute Ma Wen.

Wukong fled from the Heavenly Palace in anger after learning that Bi Mawen was a low-ranking official, returned to Huaguo Mountain in anger, and proclaimed himself "Monkey King"."

The restaurant has three floors in total, and the lobby is full of people. The fences on the second and third floors are also crowded with people. Outside the restaurant, countless people stand on tiptoe and stretch their ears, trying to hear what the storyteller said.

At a glance, there were no less than hundreds of people, crowding the entire teahouse.

Although there were so many people, the whole teahouse was extremely quiet, everyone's faces were so nervous, they didn't even dare to breathe, they stretched their ears, lest they miss a word.

Many people listened too intently, and their expressions showed such a drunken expression that they even forgot the time.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

The storyteller picked up a gavel in front of the table and slapped it, and immediately smiled at the crowd in the teahouse, clasping his fists and bowing.

But the people in the teahouse didn't buy it, and there were boos immediately.

"Don't make us lose our appetite every time!"

"We also paid out the next round of money, you hurry up!"

"Old man Xiao, you're not being kind! Every time you talk about something exciting, I'll break it down next time!"

The storyteller ignored the strong dissatisfaction of the crowd, and with a smile on his face, Zuo Yi retreated to the backstage of the restaurant.

A soap-robed man with a goatee was waiting there early. He took out a purse from his wide long sleeves and threw it at the book, "Today's reward, remember to arrive on time tomorrow. ."

Although there are many fairy tales, ghosts and ghosts in the world of Xianxia, ​​there is no fairy tale like "Journey to the West", which is a system and partly in line with the world of Xianxia.

When Sun Dasheng copied "Journey to the West", it naturally became a big killer.

If he can't remember the content, Sun Dasheng doesn't need to go offline, just let the people in the live broadcast room help him copy and paste it to the chat channel, and then copy it down.

The people in the live broadcast room were once again stunned by Sun Dasheng's show operation. This guy's game name is Sun Wukong.

Sun Dasheng negotiated the terms with the storytellers in the city, and the money earned was half and half, and they could come to the courtyard every day to get the next day's chapters.

Of course, this alone won't make much money, so Sun Dasheng took the second step.

After being promoted by storytellers, "Journey to the West" became famous.

So Sun Dasheng found the bookstore again, and made the content that has been told by the speaker, made a serialized novel of chapters and published it in a volume.

Thousands of copies were sold on the day of its listing. The book's subject matter is novel and the writing is excellent, and many of its poems and sentences are even more catchy.

Whether it is an immortal cultivator or ordinary literati and common people, after only reading a few chapters, they are deeply attracted, and they can't get out of it.

In the most exciting places, such as the "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace", the storytellers were even blocked by many monks and refused to let them out, and they were only released after they had finished speaking.

In the spring of this year, the whole Tiannan Prefecture and even Tiannan Dao were worried about a monkey named Sun Wukong.

The monks from other countries who originally came to Jingling in Tiannan Prefecture had heard of "Journey to the West" and couldn't help but applaud the book.

Sun Dasheng naturally laughed from ear to ear. In less than a week of the world, he made a lot of money with "Journey to the West".

"Why are you counting money every time I see you?"

Fan Qingqi looked at Sun Dasheng speechlessly, she really couldn't understand why this guy was so paranoid about Yinzi, it was like losing money in his eyes.

"Miss, you are a full man and don't know how a hungry man is hungry. You have never been hungry when you grew up."

Sun Dasheng rolled his eyes angrily, "There is no hope for immortal cultivation, I naturally have to save some money and practice martial arts to defend myself. Otherwise, I will be devastated by violent women every time."

"What did you say?"

Sun Dasheng hurriedly coughed and immediately confessed, "I didn't say anything."

For the past seven days, Fan Qingqi has come to Sun Dasheng's small yard every day, almost as punctual as going to work.

When she saw the story of "Journey to the West", while she was surprised, she also ran over every day to read Sun Dasheng's updated chapters in advance, and she always read the latest chapters earlier than those storytellers.

When she was really curious about the following chapters, Fan Qingqi would also use her fists to coerce Sun Dasheng to tell the following content.

But Sun Dasheng looked like he "would rather die than give in", that is, he didn't tell Fan Qingqi the content.

Then the two of them fought and bickered, and their feelings heated up quickly.

It's just that the way they get along is basically that Sun Dasheng can't help but provoke Fan Qingqi with his cheap mouth, and then he gets beaten up by the other party, and he still enjoys it.

And Fan Qingqi has actually done a lot of things secretly. Sun Dasheng's book publishing business has become more and more popular, which has caused many people to covet.

Cultivators of immortality naturally don't care about the wealth of mortals, but those in the underworld with three religions and nine ranks are not included in this list.

In addition to exposing the underworld people who came to extort, Fan Qingqi secretly saved Sun Dasheng several times from disasters. Sometimes he was afraid of his accident and stayed outside the yard all night.

Sun Dasheng suddenly sniffed, "Did you smell a bloody smell..."

Fan Qingqi was stunned for a moment, then turned pale in shock, "You can smell this too?"

"You..." Fan Qingqi's pretty face was like a blood-stained rag, and the ground turned blood red.

"You bastard is a dog's nose, people... It's only the second day today, and you actually..."

Before the words were finished, Fan Qingqi hid her face and fled in shame.

"Why is this little girl so nervous today..."

Sun Dasheng shook his head, moved a stool, stood on it and looked into the yard next door, because the blood he smelled just now came from the yard of the neighbor.

Sun Dasheng just stood on tiptoe and wanted to look at the opposite yard, but his expression suddenly stiffened, because he already understood what Fan Qingqi meant.

"I spit out a mouthful of salt soda, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Pfft, what kind of operation is this?"

"God, today is the second day, wow, haha, no, this cute chick has taken care of me for a year of laughter!"

"Wow, haha, Wukong, why don't you stop the bleeding quickly!

Seeing what the group of sand sculptures said in the live broadcast room, Sun Dasheng's face turned black.

"Chirp?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Sun Dasheng's ear, and he saw a round, white thing like cotton candy in front of him.

"what!"

Sun Dasheng was taken aback by the cold and suddenly became unsteady, fell off the stool, and let out a shrill scream.