While talking, the storyteller rushed out of the small courtyard, but Wang Liangyu could be seen nowhere.

After a long silence, the storyteller bowed with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, senior, for the gift!"

After a long time, the storyteller straightened up, hesitated for a moment, immediately packed up his luggage, and left Lin'an in a hurry, running all the way to the foot of the pinnacle of Songshan Mountain.

Pass through a secret passage and enter a dark cave.

This is the only headquarters of the Spring and Autumn Storytellers.

"Zhang Zhiyou, aren't you in Lin'an? Why are you back?" Seeing the storyteller, an old man slowly walked out of the darkness, his face full of surprise.

Zhang Zhiyou bowed slightly, and then recounted his experiences in Lin'an.

After speaking, Zhang Zhiyou presented the pieces of paper with both hands.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. After reading it, he couldn't help but feel a little sad: "This is indeed a storyteller's practice, but it's a pity that it is not complete!" After saying that, he looked at Zhang Zhiyou again and said urgently.

, "But do you still remember that person? Maybe he has a complete practice method in his hands!"

Zhang Zhiyou nodded when he heard this, then found a pen and paper, and drew Wang Liangyu's appearance in just a few strokes.
Chapter completed!