Chapter Ninety-Seven: Telling Stories

  Liu Yue smiled and stood up, saying: "It seems I don't need to ask anymore. If nothing's wrong, I'll take my leave first!"

  "Quick Knife suddenly jumped up and said: 'You haven't even told me who you are yet!'"

  "Flowing Moon smiled and said: 'I am Flowing Moon!'"

  "You're Ryūgetsu!" Kaito Ichimonji and Sōryūin Shunpei shouted in unison.

  Liu Yue was very satisfied with their reaction and nodded in extreme enjoyment.

  It was also a quick knife that one party obviously admired Liu Yue more, and he only heard him shout: "I heard your knife is very fast, can you show me a performance?"

  The smiling Flow Moon suddenly flashed a knife, the light had come out of its scabbard and returned to it. In the flash of the knife's light, one corner of the table had already been shaved off. The knife cut through wood as if it were cutting tofu, without making any sound, showing that the speed of the knife was not just about speed.

  The two were already stunned, but Liu Yue smiled and asked Feng Xiao Xiao: "How is it?"

  "The wind whispered disdainfully: 'Pay me for the table!'"

  Liu Yue Dao said: "Isn't it just cutting off a corner? What's the big deal?"

  Feng Xiao Xiao sneered and said, "Who do you think you're fooling? When you drew your sword, you cut off the corner of the table, and when you sheathed it, you even broke off the leg of the table! Don't think I didn't notice!"

  "You saw it!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao said, "What a joke, who can't see that?!" After speaking, she looked at the other two people, and they both shook their heads firmly. Feng Xiao Xiao remembered the post on the forum about how attribute points affect eyesight and hearing, it seemed to be true. Thinking about it, Feng Xiao Xiao still said, "Never mind those things, in any case, compensate me for my table!"

  Liu Yue's face suddenly changed, he looked down from his high position and fiercely shouted at Feng Xiao Xiao: "Dare to ask me for compensation, do you know what kind of person I am?"

  The wind was blowing gently against the flowing moon when suddenly an inexplicable change occurred, and he stood up, his eyes wide with wonder, saying: "What kind of person!"

  The sword flashed, and Feng Xiao thought he was going to make a move, so he hastily dodged to the side. When he turned back, the Flowing Moon Sword had already been sheathed, and the person was already several meters away, with that usual carefree smile on his face. He called out to Feng Xiao, "I'm a poor man!" After saying this, he turned around and ran off at full speed, leaving Feng Xiao unable to catch up.

  The wind whistled, and he turned his head to glance at the two of them. He helplessly shrugged his shoulders and said, "This person... really has no solution! Sigh, forget it!" After speaking, he turned back around and sat down in his own seat.

  "Bang", "crash", "clang", a series of sounds, the wind howled and the bench that was about to be sat on fell over, the table in front also collapsed, the cups and bowls on it were all smashed to pieces, tea splashing everywhere. And the wind, was sitting on the ground with a bewildered expression.

  Originally, Liu Yue cut off one leg of the bench with a single slash when he last drew his sword. Feng Xiao Xiao was too busy dodging to notice at that time. Now, as soon as he sat down, the bench fell and so did he. As he fell, he bumped into the table, whose legs had also just been cut off, and it immediately collapsed with a slight collision, resulting in the scene above.

  The wind blew up from the ground, looking very ugly. Suddenly he waved his arm and shouted loudly: "Liu Yue, you damn it!"

  ……

  The grass on the ground flew to bid farewell, and before leaving, they walked away stealthily, pretending not to see. Kuai Dao was also in a hurry to go to Yangzhou Feilong Mountain Villa to report, with a face full of spring breeze, it's unknown whether it's because of Feng Xiao Xiao or being able to join the gang. Feng Xiao Xiao stayed behind alone to clean up the aftermath.

  The broken tables and chairs were thrown aside, and then went to find carpenters and tile workers to repair the tea house that was damaged in the fight. The NPCs worked efficiently, took the money and finished the job in no time, without leaving any trace, Feng Xiao Xiao was very satisfied.

  But things didn't end there. The next day, when Feng Xiao Xiao went online and arrived at the tea house, the tea house was packed to the brim with countless people squeezing onto the newly repaired stairs, listening to someone describe in vivid detail the thrilling battle that had taken place here yesterday. Feng Xiao Xiao secretly stood aside and listened for a moment, and the grandeur of the scene described, the intensity of the confrontation, made him mistakenly think that the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu, and Wu were having a fierce battle in his tea house. What's even more infuriating is that the person telling the story kept mentioning Feng Xiao Xiao, but when he appeared right in front of him, he didn't recognize him and didn't even introduce himself to everyone.

  The onlookers changed one batch after another, and the storytellers also changed one by one. The audience of this round became the storyteller in the next round, and each successor could innovate on the basis of the previous round. When the wind was blowing strongly and came back to listen again, the scene had developed into a situation similar to Zhang Wuji's solo defense against the six major sects at Bright Peak, and this teahouse also became one that was rebuilt today after being destroyed in yesterday's great battle.

  On the third day online, the story continues to develop. Yi Xiao Tea House has been described as a refugee camp. It is said that anyone who is being pursued and killed on the rivers and lakes can take refuge here. Feng Xiao Xiao is also portrayed as having a strong sense of justice, and as long as you enter his Yi Xiao Tea House, you will receive his protection with his life, until he leaves. The only requirement is that you must drink a cup of tea in the teahouse.

  The wind was howling and he didn't dare listen anymore, he feared that if he continued to listen, his teahouse would turn into a UFO and he would become a Martian.

  The booming storytelling movement in teahouses also boosted the development of the teahouse economy. For every storyteller or listener, not drinking a cup of tea would be impolite, and thus the business of teahouses became incredibly prosperous.

  But the wind was in a dilemma, not coming to see it would be heartless with so many people, but coming would mean having no place to rest. In the end, the wind could only come to the rooftop of the tea house every day and lie down for a while. But even this couldn't bring peace, as the occasional bursts of whistling from inside the teahouse made the wind's body feel numb.

  The storytelling activity at the tea house continued, but the tea house was not said to be a UFO, and the wind did not become Martians. It is unknown when it started, but the stories told were no longer limited to that accidental battle on that day. Every person and every event in the Jianghu became a topic of conversation for everyone. There were people who boasted about others, those who tarnished others' reputations, and those with thick skin who self-praised themselves; there were also those who talked about group fights, single battles, and interesting anecdotes, such as the "Huashan Jianjian" event where the swordsmen lost their footing and rolled down Mount Hua. The wind had heard this story many times before, but considering that Xiangyang City was after all the home turf of the "One Sword East Coming", most people told this story more as an aside.

  On this day, the wind was blowing gently as he lay on the roof basking in the sun. Inside the teahouse, a man was narrating his story of how he escaped from a large gang's massive pursuit. This gentleman had impressive eloquence, and some young hot-blooded newcomers to the jianghu were so moved by his tale that they were eager to rush out and behead the leader of the gang, stirring up the whole jianghu to attack. Meanwhile, some old jianghu veterans just listened to it as a joke.

  Just as things were getting interesting, a soprano voice suddenly rang out from inside the teahouse: "Where is the wind whispering, is it here?"

  The wind was blowing gently outside the building, and he could only vaguely hear it. He hastily lifted up a tile under him to look inside. The windy spot had its own rules, and the place where he lay was right above the stairs. From here, not only could he see the second floor of the tea house, but also part of the first floor.

  The wind was blowing gently downwards, and all that could be seen was a girl at the entrance of the shop, dressed in a bright red tight-fitting outfit, with shoulder-length hair, staring at the young shop assistant with wide eyes.

  The wind swooped down from the rooftop, floating gently towards the door, and before it even landed, the girl had already sensed it, turning her head to pay respects. But in Wind Swoop's heart, he was startled, this person could sense all of this, she wasn't an ordinary person.

  The noisy storytelling has stopped, and everyone is staring at Feng Xiao-xiao. Feng Xiao-xiao walks up to the newcomer and greets him with a fist: "I am Feng Xiao-xiao, what brings you here?"

  "So he's the boss of Xiao, after all!" Many people exclaimed. As Feng Xiao had been staying on the rooftop recently, many people who came to Yi Xiao Teahouse in search of him didn't have a chance to see his true face.

  The red-clothed girl ignored the crowd around her and said to the wind: "I lost to you last time, this time I've come back specifically to ask for your guidance!"

  "When was it? Which time?" The windy memories had almost no interaction with the girl.

  The girl sneered: "Still pretending!" As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and a flying dart flew towards Feng Xiao Xiao's face.

  The wind gently stretched out to catch it. When the dart was thrown, the wind had already recognized that it was Liu Ruoxue's willow leaf dart, and when she caught it in her hand and took another look, there was indeed a small "willow" character on it, completely confirming the conclusion.

  "Who are you?" The first thought that flashed through Xiao Xiao's mind was "Is this person Liu Ruoxue?", but she quickly dismissed this completely impossible idea, as apart from their gender, the newcomer had nothing in common with Liu Ruoxue.

  "Oh! I remember!" Feng Xiao Xiao suddenly recalled that this girl was the one from the Tianshan Seven Swords, the one Grass Above Flying called "Mother Tiger", who had been hit by his flying knife on her right shoulder that day. No wonder she had such a willow-leaf dart.

  The girl sneered and said: "Remembered? Humph, today I'm back just to find you and have a rematch!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao smiled bitterly and said: "We don't have any deep grudges or great hatreds, do we?"

  The girl said: "Of course, I'm not going to fight you to the death either. Let's just find a random martial art and see who wins!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao nodded and said, "So what do you want to compare?" Although he now had the burden of the tea house, Feng Xiao Xiao's martial arts skills hadn't slackened off at all. As he continued to understand the game better, his training and leveling up became more professionalized than before, and naturally, the effects also showed a significant improvement.

  The girl smiled and said: "Qinggong!"