Lin Xuan, a casual cultivator, is as stable as an old dog in the world of cultivation. He keeps a low profile and practices step by step.
Volume One: Storms in the Mortal Realm
Chapter 1 The Storyteller of Lanxian Town
The sun is setting in the west, and the bluestone road in Lanxian Town is filled with broken gold.
The town is not big, with about 300 households in total, but its name is resounding - Lanxian Town. It is said that an immortal passed by here thousands of years ago and rested on the stone bridge at the east end of the town. Later, the bridge was called "Yingxian Bridge". As for what the immortal looked like and where he went, the town's annals were vague, but it left endless clues for the storytellers in the teahouse.
There is an old locust tree in the center of the town. It is as thick as three people hugging each other and is said to be older than the town. Under the shade of the tree stood a lame wooden table. On the table were placed a piece of wood, a folding fan and a cup of crude tea. There were thirty or forty people sitting or standing at the table, including idlers from the town and businessmen passing by, all here for the storyteller.
"Crack!"
Xingmu slapped the sound, and the noise immediately stopped.
The young man behind the table was only about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a green shirt that had been washed white. He had clear eyebrows and a natural three-point smile at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the crude tea to moisten his throat, glanced at everyone, and when he spoke, his voice became clearer and had a penetrating power:
"Everyone, today we are not going to talk about the past events of the past, nor are we talking about talented people and beauties. Let's tell a fairy tale."
Someone was booing below: "Lin Xuan, you are a mortal, what fairy tales do you know?"
"
