Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Among the ordinary listeners who had long known Li Tong's temperament, they had no choice but to leave, and the other immortals and gods also left one after another.

I didn't do any useless work. I returned to my home and sorted out what I had gained today.

Although they were still very curious about what would happen next, they did not dare to act rashly and try to use magic to oppress Li Tong.

Because not only is the storyteller's own strength a mystery, but there are still many powerful people hiding behind him.

Just like the Qing Emperor, just like the Huang Tian Emperor!

The saints were helpless and even came here in person to listen to the book.

How could they, who were far inferior to saints, do anything to Li Tong!

Qingfeng from Wuzhuangguan deliberately stayed behind. After listening to a book, he said goodbye to Li Tong respectfully.

He would definitely convey his gratitude to his master, the master of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuan Immortal.

Then, it turned into a breeze and escaped from the inn.

Passing by countless people, the wind blew past the man standing proudly on the stone bridge, staring at the open space in the square in the distance.

The cool breeze blew across his face, and Kong Xuan's misty eyes gradually became clear.

At this time, he had just come around from such a state of ignorance and thoughtlessness.

However, it can be clearly seen that his spirit is not relaxed, nor does he appear satisfied.

Instead, his brows were furrowed and he was feeling deep in thought.

Obviously, there are some problems in deducing the method of practicing Yang Shen, and we can't figure it out.

However, this is also the right thing to do.

Even though he has already reached the realm of quasi-sage, he is one of the most powerful men in this ancient world.

But after all, he still has not realized the holy way, and there is no mystery about the saint.

Also, there is no such thing as a sage who has the ability to know everything in one thought.

Kong Xuan wanted to deduce the Yang Shen cultivation method out of thin air through Li Tong's few words that were just superficial ideas.

However, it is extremely difficult!

If there is not even the most basic practice method for him to refer to, or if he has a flash of inspiration and escapes into the state of enlightenment of the unity of heaven and man.

This Kong Xuan wanted to fulfill his inner wish and successfully cultivate into the Yang God.

I'm afraid it's very difficult.

The time required is also an endless number of years measured in tens of thousands before anything can be achieved.

After all, the power of wisdom in the world is gathered together, and the calm road emerges at the right moment.

How come it is so easy for people to comprehend it out of thin air?

Even though he has already obtained half of the path of that world, there are traces to be found.

But the remaining half is as elusive as an antelope hanging its horns.

"call......"

Kong Xuan exhaled a breath of faint white air, which filled the air and never dissipated for a long time.

Even, during the change of his mind, he turned into a white mist villain.

Between punches and kicks, he practiced a set of martial arts skills that can train his skin, train his flesh, and directly lead to the marrow and blood.

He called it: Wu Qi Chao Yuan Yan Holy Fist!

The thoughts contained in it are like a turbulent wave, rushing towards my face without concealment.

"My boxing technique is based on those two boys' Bull Demon Powerful Fist and Tiger Demon Bone Fist. I break down their mechanisms and then fill them with my Dao and mind."

"In this way, it came out of my own hands."

"However, after all, it is still a scratch creation, and there are flaws within it. It's just that before refining the acupoint, there is no successor."

He sighed softly: "The next 128,000 orifices need to be fixed and opened. Such a feat cannot be achieved by me in a short time."

"Therefore, I need..."

With faint eyes, Kong Xuan stared at the two figures on the square.

at this time.

Hundreds of young men practicing martial arts couldn't stand the hard training all morning, so they all left to rest.

There were only two left, one tall and one short, one strong and the other skinny.

Under the bright sun, I practiced my boxing technique over and over again with utmost seriousness.

Sweat dropped like rain, dripping onto the hot bluestone, and then evaporated rapidly, turning into wisps of water vapor.

"My mind is fair, my perseverance is also good, but... my basic understanding is a bit lacking."

Looking at the two people training hard in front of him, Kong Xuan's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled.

"Martial arts are not immortal. They are passed down by fellow Taoist Li and are specially designed for mortals."

"It's just a little bit off, so what's wrong?"

After thinking for a while, he stepped forward, heading straight towards the empty square.

The next moment, his figure suddenly froze.

Looking up at the sky, a brilliant blue fire came quickly from a distant place.

The flames rolled out, drawing a straight line of clouds in the sky.

"Are you here to listen to a book again?"

"It's a pity that it came a little late. It was too late."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself, and was about to ignore it. He first cleared up his own cause and effect, and then planted another seed.

But suddenly, his eyes that had been lowered raised again.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, staring at the invisible figure in the sky.

"This feeling!"

Kong Xuan's heart trembled, and an indescribable and wonderful feeling arose in the soul of Zifu.

In the body, the more than a hundred immortal apertures that he forcibly opened up with great magic power were suddenly bright and bright at this time.

The phantoms of peacocks inside all sang loudly, making invisible chirping sounds.

Such unwarranted movements made it even more difficult for him to control his mood.

An indescribable and unbelievable thought appeared in his mind.

"This person is not physically present, nor is his spirit traveling, but..."

"It's what Li Tong said, that the soul leaves the body and the Yang Shen travels far away!"

"My way has been accomplished!"

Kong Xuan shouted loudly in his heart, his anger almost uncontrollable.

Suddenly, I saw the cyan light falling down and entering the inn ahead.

He immediately turned around without thinking and returned to the inn again.

He wants to see this person!

He wants to get the Yang God's method even more!

...

Inside the inn, there was rarely anyone who wanted to have a few words with him.

Li Tong then ordered the three demons to clean the hall and gather the tables and chairs.

And the Yao Ji couple, after receiving his protection, inevitably had some thoughts of repaying their gratitude.

At this time, he and the three demons were also busy returning to the inn.

He tried to persuade her several times, but unfortunately the fairy was also stubborn and refused to listen.

After a few times, Li Tong had no choice but to let her do this as the price of staying in the inn.

After all, thinking about it this way, it seemed like they were living and eating in the inn for free. Even if Li Tong didn't care, they would still feel guilty.

His impression of Yao Ji became a little better, so he walked to the backyard holding the flower pot.

There is not much time left today, and there are still many things he needs to do.

Draw rewards, practice...

The same thing after another, all waiting for him to complete it step by step.

Everyone in the world knows that this storyteller is an unscrupulous person who only talks for an hour in the morning, and also likes to titillate people's appetites.

But they don't know how much effort Li Tong has put in to survive in this dangerous world.

I said too much and it’s all tears!

Not to mention, the grass hasn’t been watered yet today.

I didn't see the nine-leaf sword grass, which was shaking its leaves and gesticulating on his neck.

It looks like he is practicing swordsmanship, but in fact he is asking for a drink of water!

"Oh, all of them are uncles!"

Say something with emotion and take a step forward.

At this moment, the door of the inn was knocked open, and a figure rushed in fiercely.

A voice that sounded clear and somewhat doubtful like a child came:

"Huh!"

"Why don't you see that storyteller telling stories?"