Wuxia Storyteller: When the sword came, Huang Rong cried.

Yang Suguan crossed the Wuxia world and opened the storyteller system.

Reward will be given based on the audience’s reaction and the popularity of the story.

Hence, he started the event at Tongfu Inn.

"With a shout, thousands of flying swords flew towards the Snowy Plains. On this day, the elderly God of Swords entered the Land Immortal Realm again!”

"I am willing to cultivate for the righteous path of heaven and earth for another three hundred years. I only hope that heaven and earth will open a line for Xu Zhihu to ascend!”

"A thousand years of cultivation, just for the sake of sex."

"I broke my wooden sword and came out of the pugilistic world. In the bone-chilling snow, Wen Hua said his last words to himself. He was not going to practice the sword anymore.”

" If Feilu dies in battle outside the north city, a young man with a broken arm and leg will come from the Central Plains. He will use the Ten Spring Autumn Sword, one step at a time..."

Everyone who heard it was moved.

Huang Rong, the little beggar below the stage, cried her eyes out.

Yao Yue and Lian Xing were also greatly moved." Someone who can tell such a story must be a person of great talent and passion. It’s worth asking…"