Liu Hanyan did not return to the Yunyan Pavilion. She stayed for lunch. Ever since she found out that the Youth-Retaining Talisman really worked, she stopped dieting.
She paid for it, so it was not considered freeloading. Moreover, half of the dishes on the table were made by her. Li Mu was very willing to share some of the food with her. Besides, Liu Hanyan's culinary skills were several levels higher than his, so he would not be polite.
The happiest was of course Wanwan. The food in her bowl was piled up to the tip. She focused on eating without saying a word.
Liu Hanyan ate in a more ladylike manner. She would only speak to Li Mu after swallowing the food in her mouth.
"Then it's settled. You will write the initial script of Butterfly Transformation. When the time comes, I will get someone to change it into a play. As for the profits, I will give you enough for the play. As for the book, I suggest you share the profits with the bookstore …"
"You can do as you see fit …"
Li Mu was not as interested in money as Zhang Shan. What he cared about was how to capture the audience's emotions. Liu Hanyan returned to the store after lunch. She needed to plan a series of matters related to the adaptation of Liang Zhu.
Li Mu first practiced swordsmanship in the yard for a while. He had to familiarize himself with the sword manual Li Qing gave him first.
Spells were powerful, but one's skills had to be able to keep up. In a fight between low-level cultivators, the level of cultivation was not the deciding factor. Fist and foot skills were equally important.
In the middle three realms, cold weapons and ordinary fist and foot skills were of little use in a fight.
After practicing a few times, Li Mu returned to his room and sat cross-legged on the bed. He took out the basic scripture that Xuandu gave him and began to chant in a low voice.
The basic cultivation of Buddhism was much simpler than that of Daoism.
Li Mu could feel that when he chanted this scripture, there was an extremely weak fluctuation of the power of heaven and earth around him.
Others might not be able to sense it, but he was someone who frequently courted death. Who knew how many times he had suffered from the backlash of the power of the heavens and earth? Thus, he was extremely sensitive to the power of the heavens and earth.
This meant that the basic sutras of Buddhism did not belong to the category of supernatural powers. Instead, they belonged to the category of Daoist techniques. They were in line with the laws of the world and were almost equivalent to the Heart Sutra that had been weakened countless times.
After reciting a few sentences, Li Mu suddenly opened his eyes and a thought appeared in his mind.
Since chanting this basic sutra could increase one's magic power, then what about chanting the heart sutra?
Li Mu immediately put down the Dharma Sutra and began to chant the Heart Sutra in a low voice. As expected, he discovered that the Buddhist mana in his body flowed much faster.
This meant that chanting the Heart Sutra would speed up the growth of his magic power.
The only bad thing was that when he chanted the Heart Sutra, a halo of light would appear on his body. It was like the sun, shining brightly. In order to not be discovered by others, he could only cultivate silently in his own bedroom, which made him quite vexed.
Li Mu did not know if other monks were like this. If there was a chance in the future, he would have to ask Xuandu.
In the next few days, the county office was peaceful. Nothing major happened. Li Mu's area of jurisdiction was even more peaceful. Not even a small public security case occurred.
Li Mu spent most of his time in the guard room. He painstakingly studied the only spell that he could learn in the Soul Refining Stage other than the Dao Yin, the Rock Leap Technique.
Although it was called a spell, it was actually a light body technique. After learning this technique, one's body would be as light as a swallow. It would not be a problem to fly over roofs and vault over walls. It would not be a problem to walk over a widow's wall at night.
It sounded the same as the Qing Gong in wuxia novels. After careful comparison, Li Mu discovered that this was Qing Gong.
It was just that in wuxia novels, Qing Gong required internal energy. Here, it required magic power. If there was a fundamental difference between the two, it would be that Qing Gong required at least ten years or even tens of years of cultivation. But Li Mu only used three days to master the trick of the Rock Leap Technique.
He stood in his own courtyard. With just a light jump, he would be able to jump to Liu Hanyan's courtyard.
In addition, if he used the Rock Leap Technique to run at full speed, although the speed was not as fast as the Spirit Travel Talisman, it was still comparable to a horse carriage.
The bailiffs' daily patrols were actually very free. Many people habitually patrolled one round and then did their own things. For example, Zhang Shan liked to go to the casino to gamble. Li Si randomly walked into a brothel on the street. When it was time to eat, he was even more free …
After Li Mu returned home and changed his clothes, he secretly went to the Yunyan Pavilion.
Yunyan Pavilion, teahouse.
In the past, at this time, the teahouse only had a few customers. But today, it was almost full.
This was because a new storyteller had come to the teahouse a few days ago. Although this storyteller was not old, the stories he told were very novel and unique. His storytelling skills were very rusty at first, but after two or three days, he suddenly became very mature. It was as if he did not lose to the few old storytellers in the teahouse. In just a few days, he had attracted a lot of listeners.
However, although this storyteller's stories were good, there was a problem that made people gnash their teeth in anger.
Every day, when he reached the most exciting part of the story, he would abruptly stop and leave a sentence, "What will happen in the future? Listen to the next part of the story." Leaving the teahouse full of customers scratching their hearts and livers …
If not for the fact that his stories were so exciting, with so many twists and turns, and so gripping, this teahouse would have been flipped over by the angry customers.
After lunch, it was time for the storyteller to tell his stories.
A customer ordered a pot of tea and glanced at the screen on the stage. He asked the waiter, "Waiter, do you know where the storyteller on the stage lives? I like his stories very much and want to give him a gift …"
This was already the umpteenth customer who had asked for his address. Hearing this, the waiter smiled helplessly and said, "I don't know …"
That person gritted his teeth and looked at the screen on the stage. He said, "I am a man of my words. If he dares to make fun of us like this again, I will break his legs!"
On the stage, behind the screen, Li Mu put the Fu-lu that he had gotten from Li Qing on his forehead. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "An old man, a vineyard, an erratic voice in the middle of the night, and a vague ghost figure in the water. Why did the vineyard become a wasteland overnight? Who caused the old man to break down instantly? What were the two water ghosts trying to do? All the answers to these mysteries are in Xiao Li's story today … "
The storyteller's standard was very high. His voice was magnetic and full of skill. Very quickly, he brought everyone into the story.
This was a story that happened in Yangqiu County. During the previous dynasty, there was an old man by the Bay of Clear Water. He planted a vineyard by the river. As he often watered it, the grapes grew very well.
One day, the old man was relaxing under the grape trellis by the river at night. He unintentionally heard the conversation between two water ghosts in the river. They wanted to drag a young man who was passing by the river the next day into the river and drown him. The old man was kind. When a young man was dragged into the river by the water ghosts, he did his best to pull the young man out …
The young man was able to survive. However, because the old man saved the young man, he was pestered by the water ghosts himself. Later on, a kind-hearted Daoist passed by the Bay of Clear Water. Because he was indebted to the old man for a meal, he took the initiative to help the old man trap the two water ghosts. He also warned the old man that after he trapped the water ghosts, he should run west and not look back. He should only come back when the rooster crows in the morning …
Li Mu sat behind the screen and said in a low voice, "After the rooster crows, the old man still did not dare to go back. It was only at noon when the sun was high in the sky that he walked back nervously. However, when he returned to the Bay of Clear Water, he saw an unbelievable scene …"
Everyone held their breaths and waited quietly for him to continue.
Li Mu was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "If you want to know what will happen, tomorrow at the same time, see you there …"
"Shameless bastard!"
"This again!"
"What did that old man see? Get the hell out here, I have plenty of money!"
…
Li Mu took the opportunity to absorb a wave of anger. When he escaped from the backstage, he found a group of people aggressively blocking the back door. At first, he was stunned, then his face showed anger. He asked, "Did you see that bastard?"
The leader frowned and asked, "He's not inside?"
Li Mu shook his head and said, "No, I just came out. He shouldn't have run away yet. It's not too late to go in and block him. That bastard always stops at interesting places. Don't let me catch him. If I catch him, I'll break his legs …"
[PS: Thank you to Tong Tang's leader. Tong Tang's "Harry Potter: The Invincible Genius" is still being serialized. Readers who like it can take a look. Harry Potter's harem is a masterpiece that cannot be missed.]
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