Traveling to the world of high martial arts, Changsheng just wants to be a bad storyteller.
He gave a lecture on "The Monkey King" in the teahouse, and the whole Qingfeng City went crazy. It turns out that gods can also overthrow heaven!
He casually interpreted "Xia Ke Xing", and a poem became a masterpiece of swordsmanship. Millions of martial arts idiots rushed to pay the sky-high tuition fee.
He set up a fortune-telling stall at the door with a sign: Three does not count. No money doesn't count.
Everyone thought he was a mentally ill loser.
Until that day, three masters of magic destroyed the teahouse and forced him to hand over the secret treasure.
He sighed and stood up to make a pot of tea.
"I'll make tea when I make it."
The next second, the tea turned into a sword, and the breeze turned into a dragon.
The three magic masters knelt on the ground, their martial arts hearts broken.
The battle is over and the tea is just warm.
That night, the entire world was trembling and asking the same question:
"What kind of monster is that storyteller?"
