"Man, why are there always these spooky things?" Jiang Ming opened his mouth wide. Only to see a demon with a long, slender neck and a short, stumpy body like a ball emerging from the darkness.
He probably kicked that guy on the neck just now.
"The stronger your internal energy is, the more chewy I am. Hahaha." With a strange cry from Ciya, the neck suddenly grew rapidly like a swimming snake and coiled towards Jiang Ming. The big mouth full of sharp teeth chomped down on the place where Jiang Ming had been standing.
This was the second time Jiang Ming had encountered a demon alone. The first time he faced that corpse demon, he could only run away in a panic. But people can change a lot in just three days.
Bang!
A person and a demon began to fight in the alley.
That long-necked demon was extremely 诡异. That sharp mouth and teeth could easily crush stones. Jiang Ming definitely didn't want to be bitten by it.
Jiang Ming was as nimble as a monkey, dodging left and right in the alley and occasionally kicking back. But that neck was like rubber. It was like punching on cotton.
It seemed that this long-necked demon was only powerful because of its neck. If he could get close, maybe he could punch it to death?
But this guy clearly regarded himself as a hunter. And would a hunter clearly leave a way out for the prey to escape? If there was one, it was probably a big trap.
In fact, Jiang Ming wasn't wrong at all. This demon was very cunning. This was just one of its baits.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke flew out and formed a net. Dozens of Iron-beaked Divine Eagles flew out in formation. There was a continuous sound of puffing. In an instant, dozens of big holes were pecked in that long neck.
Demon blood gushed out.
With a scream, Ciya fell to the ground.
Dead?
Jiang Ming stood in the alley. Above his head were the circling Iron-beaked Divine Eagles. He pointed with his finger.
In an instant, the Iron-beaked Divine Eagles pounced on the monster's body.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the body of the 'dead' demon suddenly opened a big mouth from its abdomen. With a chomp, it swallowed several Iron-beaked Divine Eagles that were in the lead.
They were chewed into meat paste with a crunching sound.
When Ciya saw that his feigning death was exposed, he got up. The long neck that was lying limp in the alley was also retracted by him.
"I didn't expect you to see through it!" The demon said angrily.
With this trick, it had swallowed countless ninth-rank warriors. Whenever they thought that cutting off its neck or head would kill it, or when they thought that getting close could kill it, they would be easily swallowed by it.
Jiang Ming also secretly thought he was lucky. He just didn't have much experience and was more cautious.
This demon was obviously not a brainless inferior product like the corpse demon. It was even very cunning. He didn't have much internal energy. If the fight dragged on, it would be very unfavorable to him.
Immediately, he wanted to activate Blood God's Wrath. The blood of the long-necked demon had already aroused the residual killing intent in Jiang Ming's body.
Faint blood patterns appeared and disappeared on his skin.
Suddenly, Ciya sensed a dangerous aura. That feeling was very similar to when it was looked at by a certain great demon when it was young.
That was the pressure of a superior on an inferior!
Sensing uneasiness, Ciya immediately disappeared into the darkness.
Jiang Ming didn't chase after it. Encountering a demon alone for the first time made him realize that he must never regard demons as wild beasts. They also had human wisdom and cunning!
Moreover, this was sent by Yinsheng Gambling House. If it couldn't go back, wouldn't Luo Tianlin's death add more suspicion to him?
He took back the Iron-beaked Divine Eagles and returned home with the big gourd on his back.
"Dad, I'm afraid Yinsheng Gambling House has already suspected us." Jiang Ming said.
That demon pretended to be Luo Tianlin's voice to deceive him. Obviously, it was a test. As long as he showed any traces, the other party could probably confirm it.
"You didn't expose each other. The other party probably doesn't know that we have learned its origin. I've seen Luo Yuhua. He is a very suspicious guy. This test should be able to stabilize him for some days."
The father and son discussed for a while. They both decided to temporarily stabilize Yinsheng Gambling House. Anyway, Luo Yuhua had hidden for so many years. It didn't matter for a while.
After his son left, Jiang Shi returned to his room.
At this time, Uncle Fu came behind him.
"Master, none of the ranked warriors of Yinsheng Gambling House have been mobilized. It seems that Luo Yuhua still has forces in the dark."
Jiang Shi nodded. After Uncle Fu left, he took out a box from under the bed.
Opening the box, there was a spirit sparrow carved from white jade.
"Come to Dongdu. You..."
With a whoosh.
A vivid spirit sparrow flew out of the window. The Iron-beaked Divine Eagles circling in the sky took a look at this little thing and ignored it.
On the other hand, Jiang Ming was writing and drawing in his room.
After observing these days, the restaurants and tea houses in Dongdu have completely set off a wave of storytelling. But how should I put it? The levels of these storytellers are uneven.
They are all repeaters. One by one, they shake their heads and recite like the "Three-Character Classic", making the audience sleepy. The better ones are just more vivid in tone.
But even so, the power of sentient beings' wishes he collected was soaring. In just these two days, he had accumulated another Zheng Lun.
But Jiang Ming wasn't satisfied with this. He wanted to train these storytellers.
Only by being vivid and able to immerse the audience in the story can they feel the joys, sorrows, and various emotions of the characters in the book and resonate. And the power of sentient beings' wishes he collected would be even more.
In these days, Jiang Ming had reached the twenty-second chapter, King Wen of the Western Bo spits out his son.
According to the current popularity, not to mention drawing out the second-generation disciples of the Three Teachings such as the Twelve Golden Immortals and others, but at least a third-generation disciple could be drawn, right?
But aside from Nezha who has appeared so far, even Lei Zhenzi, Li Jing, and even Ji Chang, he couldn't summon them.
The resurrection slot for the cheapest Li Jing was still half short. Followed by Ji Chang, this sage who had comprehended Fuxi's innate eight trigrams and evolved them into the acquired sixty-four trigrams.
Logically speaking, such a powerful person should be at the level of the Twelve Golden Immortals. It was not something he could expect now. But the judgment of the ancient book was a bit strange.
Basically, it should be based on the cultivation realm of the character. But Ji Chang, who had never cultivated but mastered the 逆天神通 of the innate eight trigrams, was not comparable to summoning an ordinary person.
But Jiang Ming still didn't understand the specific relationship. As for Chong Heihu and Zheng Lun, these two rough guys were even more useless. They didn't care about these things at all. As long as it was useful, it was fine.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't think about it. Anyway, as long as he continuously collected the power of sentient beings' wishes, sooner or later he could summon those big shots to solve his doubts.
So, the training class was imperative.
He didn't plan to charge money for this first batch. Otherwise, the effect would probably be greatly reduced. There were many ways to earn money, but the power of sentient beings' wishes could only be obtained through this method.
If his reputation spread, when more people came later, he might be able to establish something like a club and commercialize and scale it up.
Not to mention making a lot of money, but at least it could subsidize the family. In poverty, one pursues literature. In wealth, one pursues martial arts. Practicing martial arts costs a lot of money.
The next day, the news that Jiang Ming, the young shopkeeper of Taihe Tea House and the first storyteller, would provide free training for all storytellers in Dongdu for three days caused a small commotion.
The bosses of restaurants and tea houses in Dongdu had indeed enjoyed the benefits brought by storytellers these days. The number of customers was more than usual.
Although it wasn't extremely profitable, running a restaurant or tea house was a long-term business.
If they could learn the skills of Taihe Tea House, there would probably be more customers. After all, Dongdu City was not small. Many people didn't have time to travel ten or twenty miles every day to listen to stories.
And since it was free, there was no loss. The shopkeepers of various places all sent their storytellers to Taihe Tea House for training.