Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

One night just passed by in a blink of an eye.

Early one morning, I saw people crowding in front of Li Tong's little inn, queuing up to go inside.

At the top there are wealthy merchants and young men in rich robes, and at the bottom there are mercenaries, traders, idlers, and even people with strange clothes and special bodies.

But what makes people talk about it is that these people are in the same room, but there is no obvious fight.

At most they would exchange a few words and then stop, and there wouldn't be much quarreling.

The harmony of the scene is rare to see.

Under the stone bridge next to the inn, a wide and deep river flows. It originates from the confluence of three mountains in the distance and passes through this place where humans gather.

At this time, under the blue water, in the shadow of a bridge pier that is difficult for ordinary people to find, coiled a small dragon with a majestic head and horns.

Long Xiaoxiao is three hundred years old this year. He is a black-colored man with a jiao dragon. Because his family is related to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, he has been living comfortably at the Guanjiang Estuary in these years.

Originally, Jiao Sheng passed away slowly due to his lack of ambition, but a few days ago he was still enjoying himself under this stone bridge, listening to interesting things in the world.

Suddenly I heard the sound of storytelling coming from the small inn, and the story started with the story of nine dragon corpses pulling bronze coffins.

"That's not bad!"

Long Xiaoxiao immediately became excited. Even though the strength of the Dragon Clan was greatly reduced and retreated to the world after the disaster, the majesty of the Dragon Clan cannot be lost.

This is just an ordinary person with some cultivation, but he dares to talk nonsense about the Dragon Clan.

How dare you arrange a real dragon and desecrate the dragon corpse!

This was something even a dragon couldn't bear. Long Xiaoxiao laughed on the spot, thinking that the opportunity for him to make a meritorious deed had come, and sent Old Turtle, who had followed his subordinates when he beat his father, to the East China Sea Dragon Palace to report the news, and it was here.

Collect evidence.

I was happy in my heart: "I can't believe that this time I will be able to take a dip in the true dragon's blood pool with these achievements."

"We might have a chance to transform into a dragon!"

Long Xiaoxiao raised his ears, not feeling relaxed at all.

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It only took a few days for Li Tong to announce his new book, and his reputation had already spread.

However, among ordinary people, it is actually just word of mouth. It has not spread to a large scale and needs to slowly ferment for a period of time.

But among those monsters, ghosts and wandering cultivators who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, that is a little-known existence.

Monsters and ghosts are naturally fond of fireworks and hearing human stories. Suddenly they heard that there was a storyteller at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, so they invited all their friends to come with them.

On the other hand, those who are casual practitioners have never experienced it personally, so they just laugh it off and don't take it seriously.

Therefore, the guests who came today were more inhuman beings than in the past.

For a moment, the entire Yangjia Village felt a bit cold.

But fortunately, the moment they entered the inn, the outside returned to normal, and no trace of evil spirit leaked out from inside or outside.

Inside the inn, on the table where Li Tong was sitting, a cold-faced beauty was sitting, playing the pipa in her hand.

Waves of beautiful and sweet sounds were played, which fell in the ears of everyone in the audience.

At this time, she was already a vixen dressed as a maid, wearing a light green plain dress, holding a tea tray and serving tea to the audience.

Even without makeup, her face is still breathtakingly beautiful, attracting waves of prying eyes.

Why did Xindao not see each other for just one day? How come there are two extremely beautiful women in the inn? The storyteller really is one of our generation.

Indulging in admiring the beautiful scenery, everyone stopped urging Li Tong to take the stage.

Ordinary people could not tell the identities of these two people, but the little goblins and monsters felt the astonishing evil spirit they faintly exuded and trembled secretly.

Even those casual cultivators who couldn't resist the recommendation of their friends couldn't help but frown at this time.

Even if they have some monsters under their control, or serve as mounts for boys, maids and concubines are just a matter of showing off their ostentation, which has become a common practice in their eyes.

But I couldn't help but feel confused about where this storyteller came from.

These two people seemed to have good cultivation. Who could be so powerful about Li Tong who could subdue them? He put away the contempt in his heart for a while and slowly waited for his appearance.

And those who saw their identities and had seen them yesterday were secretly frightened.

This is, the storyteller who came to challenge yesterday failed and was captured instead?

Immediately, his whole body trembled, he put away his unnecessary thoughts, and sat upright.

On the side, Yang Chan pulled Yang Jian and Yang Jiao to sit happily in their old seats, looking forward to how Li Tong would tell the next story today.

When he looked up, he saw the pipa spirit on the stage. His face suddenly sank and he thought to himself: "Vix spirit!"

"Why......"

Unexpectedly, a reply came from beside him.

Turning around, they saw a woman who looked more like a vixen, standing behind them holding a tea tray.

"Hey, distinguished guests, this is tea, do you want some snacks?"

The vixen stuck out her tongue slightly, and her secret was revealed.

"No, just leave the tea here."

Yang Chan had a cold face and said angrily.

The vixen was not annoyed, and he placed the teapot and several cups in front of the three of them with a smile, poured tea one by one, and then left quietly.

Yang Chan snorted coldly, folding her arms and feeling sulky for no apparent reason.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, had a serious face with a hint of vigilance.

Just when he was letting his hair down, his brows were faintly jumping and restless. This was because his innate eyes were warning him.

"This woman is not a human being!"

Yang Jian said secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he began to doubt Li Tong's true identity more and more.

Yang Jiao on the side didn't see anything unusual, he was just twisting back and forth on the stool, as if he was restless.

At this moment, outside the inn.

A woman walked slowly by, looked up, and a light flashed in her eyes.

"That's it!"

After muttering to herself, she entered the inn without saying a word.

As soon as she entered the inn, the woman noticed something was wrong.

"This place seems to be a monster's nest!"

"Hey, these two, why do I feel familiar?"

She glanced around briefly, and suddenly looked at the two women in the corner and felt they looked familiar, but when she looked at them more closely, she no longer felt that way.

I thought I had seen it wrong, so I found a place to sit down casually.

Waiting for the appearance of a particularly interesting storyteller from the mouth of the little bird who often comes to Qingluan Dou Que in Phoenix Mountain.

"Why is she here?"

In the corner, Yao Ji, who was still observing Li Tong, and Chang'e, who was addicted to listening to books, watched the woman sit down, and they all had the same thought in their hearts.

This woman is not an ordinary person, but the daughter of the Heavenly God Yu Yaochi’s Golden Mother, the fairy Princess Longji of Kunlun Mountain. She just thought about being mortal and violated the rules of heaven, so she was punished in Qingluan Douque in Phoenix Mountain to repent and make a new start.

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The two women concealed their presence, and at the same time wondered if she had heard any noise and came to look for Yao Ji.

At this moment, the sound of the pipa gradually slowed down.

There was the sound of light footsteps behind the central stage, and not long after, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared and sat on the rattan chair in the center.

"Snapped!"

"Continuing from the last chapter in the book, we talked about the earth-shaking roar that came from the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple!"