Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

The story was slowly told from Li Tong's mouth in an orderly manner, bringing everyone into that magnificent world.

In order to get through this relatively gentle national plot, his sentences also sped up a bit.

In the eyes of all the listeners, the magnificent world in the book that is completely different from the ancient world emerged.

The ancient holy body that was once so glorious has now become a desolate body with no one paying attention to it.

A group of companions who have become old have also benefited from the passage of youth, causing a group of immortals to compete for it.

What story will happen to the two Ye Hei who have no choice but to worship in the Lingxu Cave?

Who is buried in that large tomb that is highly valued by Lingxu Cave Heaven?

"Let us take a break for now and then comment on the second half."

Li Tong said this and drank tea from a cup.

At the same time, Pipa Jing took a seat on the stage with great discernment and began to play music, soothing the minds of all the listeners.

And below, the sound of low-pitched discussions continued to rise.

"Good fellow, that Ye Hei has the appearance of an immortal god, unrivaled in ancient and modern times, a holy body from ancient times!"

"With such a physique, wouldn't it be possible to compare with those people who were born as immortals in the future?"

"Hey, I see that you didn't listen carefully to the teacher's lecture. The teacher made it clear that it is the Holy Body, but you need to add a word in front of it, ancient!"

"In the world in that book, since the ancient times, the spiritual power has been cut off, the Taoist charm has been lost, and the peerless physique has become a kind of waste body, a drag on the practice."

"I see, this Ye Hei may be in trouble!"

"Compared to him, I am more optimistic about the person named Pang Bo who is with him. He also took the Nine Wonders of the Elixir and was reborn. He will definitely achieve great achievements."

A group of ordinary people who had never practiced spiritual practice were discussing, and occasionally a Qi practitioner from outside the country would intervene. It was a harmonious scene where they were enjoying each other and discussing with each other.

However, those immortal beings with extremely high cultivation levels were all silent at this time, each thinking about the vague corner of the world's cultivation system that Li Tong had just revealed.

Only Chang'e was not very interested in these. She just guessed in her heart: "Holy body? It's a new term. It's somewhat similar to that of one's origin, but it's a little different."

How could she know that heels and feet are destined by nature, but the physique can also be changed day by day!

There are completely different things between the two.

Randomly, she and Yao Ji communicated with each other through telepathy.

At this time, Yao Ji felt something in her heart, and her eyes flickered to her second son who was sitting in the middle with a stern face!

Holy body, Erlang's innate and uncontrollable divine eyes, does it have the same physique as the storyteller said?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt and regret in her heart. Because of Yang Jian's magical qualities, Yao Ji had disliked him since he was a child.

He was afraid that one day he would unintentionally activate the divine eye and cause visions, and that the heavenly soldiers and generals would find him and come looking for him.

Therefore, she sealed him, even strictly disciplined him, and even strictly ordered him not to use the power of the divine eye.

Now that I think about it, Erlang's feelings are the same as Ye Hei's in the book, with endless loss and unwillingness.

And maybe she was too harsh on Yang Jian and never really cared about his feelings.

As soon as she thought of this, Yao Ji felt thoughts surging in her mind.

At this moment, the guilt for him became stronger, and then he glanced at Li Tong on the stage, his eyes fixed.

But it was at this moment that I made up my mind.

...

"Hehehe, little Yezi still has such a moment?"

Duan De and Shen Gongbao sat together and listened to Li Tong's story. Not only did they snicker to themselves, but they thought to themselves: "When I see him in the future, I will definitely laugh at him. Even the majestic Emperor Ye Tian is looked down upon by others."

Then Shen Gongbao, who was standing by him, noticed his strange behavior and asked, "Fellow Daoist Duan, why are you laughing?"

"ah!"

Duan De realized that there was Shen Gongbao beside him, and when he could find this well-connected Taoist priest in the future, he hurriedly sat down at attention.

He coughed lightly and said, "Nothing, nothing, I just suddenly remembered some interesting things from the past, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

He waved his hand and said, "Fellow Taoist, what do you think of this book?"

When Shen Gongbao heard this, he immediately responded solemnly, but it was good that he didn't look serious, but when he looked serious, he would inevitably look a little funny.

He sighed: "I can't stop being there."

"The stories told by this storyteller are true, and his cultivation must be quite good!"

Shen Gongbao, who has friends all over the world, is naturally quite good at reading people.

In his opinion, there was a deep energy flowing up and down Li Tong that seemed to be swallowing up all things, but there was no evil expression on his face. It was obvious that he had reached an extremely high level of cultivation.

Only then can we cover up the influence of the exercises and return to our true nature.

There can be such a Taoist existence, I'm afraid...

After a pause, he didn't say any more.

And Duan De curled his lips in his heart, how could it not be true? This guy has told all the things that happened in the past in Donghuang, how can it be false?

Just looking at his appearance, I’m afraid he’s talking about Xiao Zizi’s biography!

He was thoughtful, then applied it to his face, and his appearance and posture slowly changed.

Not to mention the unlucky duo, the little girl Yang Chan was complaining about Ye Hei's last desperate request because of his extremely poor physique, and finally reluctantly worshiped him in the Lingxu Cave.

Yang Jiao on the side also echoed his little sister's words. He put a pair of iron fists on the table and looked like he was going to knock on the table if he said something wrong.

But Yang Jian, who was between the two of them, said nothing.

However, the attentive Yang Chan found that her second brother's cold and stern face, which seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, seemed to have a trace of sentimentality and a trace of sympathy.

Just when she was about to take a closer look, Yang Jian noticed him, glared at her, and immediately shrank back.

"Unparalleled throughout the ages, the unparalleled Holy Body!"

Yang Jian's eyes were dim and his thoughts were turning over and over again. Three big words kept popping up in his mind:

"So what, so what, what can I do!"

It's not just like him, being restrained has become a shackles and a drag that prevents you from moving forward.

Recalling the severe scolding he received when he was a child because of his three-eyed nature, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel sad.

He borrowed tea instead of wine and drank heavily to express his anger.

But who could have imagined that as soon as the tea fell into his stomach, it would turn into a clear spring of light gold and flow down the river.

It washes away the lungs and five internal organs, and gradually falls into the Dantian, washing out an ocean.

There was a deafening roar in the inn, like thousands of troops collapsing. The guests looked around but could not find the source.

But what happened next made some people slap themselves hard to make sure they were not dreaming.

The tsunami spread to the sky, the sound was like thunder, and the waves were violent...

All the ordinary people suddenly felt their mouths were dry. Everything was like a dream, and the sound of the waves was like thousands of troops galloping. At this moment, it seemed that they were not sitting in this inn, but on the boundless coast.

In front of me, we were facing a vast and undulating ocean.

Yang Jian sat there and raised his glass in silence, but his body was already shaking.

The divine flowers bloomed in the ocean washed by the tea, and it was dazzling. At this moment, the sound of the waves was endless, the golden light shone, thunder and lightning danced, and the waves surged into the sky.