Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Yao Ji left with a little confusion.

She still couldn't figure out why Li Tong promised to shelter his whole family together, instead of just the other four.

Isn't the less troublesome the better for that kind of power?

Why would anyone take the blame for her, not to mention that her troubles were extraordinary.

After glancing at the calm sea, but in her heart there was already a turbulent sky, Yao Ji went home.

When she was about to approach, she suddenly noticed a qi force that was far more mysterious than hers flowing in the house, and at the same time there was a qi force that was not weaker than hers hidden in the darkness.

"Someone from heaven!"

"Surprisingly, so fast!"

Yao Ji was suddenly startled and prepared for a fight.

No matter what, she had to bring her children and husband safely to the inn, and then she would go with them.

I secretly made up my mind and slowly entered the courtyard.

Wherever you look, you see harmony.

A Taoist priest was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, seeming to be talking to Yang Tianyou, while Yang Jian was listening to the words with his brows furrowed.

Yang Jiao and Yang Chan were missing.

She approached slowly with vigilance.

When Yang Tianyou saw her return, he stood up with great joy and said, "Yao Ji, this old immortal said that she would accept our Erlang as her disciple."

"Go to that fairy mountain and blessed land to practice!"

Yao Ji: "?"

...

After Li Tong sent Yao Ji away, he took out a ten-thousand-year red fruit. After looking at it and finding nothing special about it, he swallowed it whole.

After that, he used his Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique and began to absorb the inner wisdom.

The gongjue was running at full strength, absorbing all the power contained in the Ten Thousand Years Red Fruit.

Li Tong's body began to glow a little bit.

Rays of light criss-crossed the sea of ​​suffering inside Li Tong's body, illuminating the inside completely, but there was nothing magical about the outside world.

And his strength gradually increased accordingly.

A majestic figure gradually emerged from the Divine Palace of the Heart, but it was the first Dao Palace spirit that had gathered and reached the first level of the Dao Palace.

At this time, the power within the ten thousand year red fruit has not been completely absorbed by it.

Practice and you won’t notice the passage of time.

Soon, the night passed.

Li Tong opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light inside, but he was full of energy and showed no sign of fatigue.

This ten-thousand-year-old fruit allowed him to cultivate the Divine Treasure of the Heart to perfection. At this time, he still had two left, which was enough to support him in opening two more Taoist palaces.

If you can get more popularity points and extract more treasures from heaven and earth.

Then Li Tong's cultivation will progress at an extraordinary speed.

"In some ways, this Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique is somewhat similar to the legendary Taotie's divine power."

While Li Tong stood up and combed his clothes, he thought to himself: "You have to keep eating to improve your cultivation."

Moreover, the prehistoric era is full of immortal energy, and the great medicines that are rare in the world in the book are not only available everywhere here, but they are still easier to obtain than lottery draws!

Rather than believing in his unreliable luck, Li Tong felt that he could think of a way in this regard.

It's not easy for me to go out, but aren't there two idle guys in the inn now?

Besides, asking them to do such a thing wouldn’t be in line with their wishes!

Duan De and the Black Queen, who were in the backyard, felt a chill in their necks and immediately looked at each other.

"Unscrupulous Taoist priest!"

"Son of a bitch, the Black Emperor!"

"Are you plotting against me?"?2

...

The door of the inn slowly opened, and Yu'er stepped onto the high platform, playing the pipa softly in her hand.

It means that the storytelling of this day is about to begin again.

Upon seeing this, a group of guests who had been waiting for a long time walked into the inn without saying a word.

They each found their usual seats, sat down quietly, and called the vixen to bring tea and water, or some cakes for those who were in a hurry and didn't have time for breakfast.

Listening to the soothing sound of pipa on the stage, I quietly waited for the show to begin.

Among these people, there is no shortage of monsters, fairies, ghosts, spirits, and Qi refiners.

In fact, many mysterious immortals, true immortals and even golden immortals appeared this time, but they all came here after hearing about yesterday's thunderous punishment.

I want to see how powerful the storyteller who dispersed thunder and punishment these two times is!

They are quietly hidden among numerous ordinary people, and are not known to anyone.

But when they saw a huge group of eight people, big and small, old and young, walking into the inn, they couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Good guy, are these big guys here to cause trouble?"

"Do the big guys like to come together when listening to books?"

But it was Yang Jian's family, Master Yuding, Fairy Chang'e, and Princess Long Ji who had never concealed their feelings.

You know, among this group of people, except for the big one and the three small ones who are ordinary people, the rest of them are also people who have achieved golden immortality at the very least!

"No, that kid is also extraordinary."

Someone saw the extraordinary look on Yang Jian's forehead and was surprised.

Yao Ji entered the house warily yesterday and was even prepared for a fight. But when Yang Tianyou talked to her, she realized that she had made a mistake.

That Taoist is Master Yuding, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu Palace, and he came this time to accept his second son as his disciple.

During the conversation, Chang'e also came in with Princess Longji, whose traces had been discovered.

Seeing this situation, Yao Ji simply told everything.

There was no need to hide it today, and the group of people, who could barely be considered a family, left Chang'e aside and came to the inn together.

Everyone found a seat and sat down.

Yang Tianyou was sitting next to Yao Ji. He suddenly learned the news that he might be separated from his beloved wife, which made him a little flustered and out of his mind.

Seeing this, Yao Ji gently held his palm and said softly:

"Husband, I have everything!"

...

"One, two, three..."

"Oh my God, how come there are so many ancient emperors suddenly appearing in Xiao Lizi's inn, and there are even existences that vaguely surpass them?"

The Black Emperor bared his teeth and spoke to Duan De beside him in fear.

Then his expression changed, full of doubts: "That's not right, I didn't sense the mark of the emperor on these guys!"

Its eyes flashed with disbelief, and then it shouted in surprise: "It's hard to believe that these people are of a different kind and cannot achieve enlightenment!"

"No, it's not right either!"

The dog's head shook, and it fell into confusion for a moment.

Duan De found it funny, but he didn't explain the division of realms in the ancient world.

Seeing a rather wretched-looking Taoist man approaching with a sword on his back, he went to greet him.

He shouted: "Fellow Daoist Shen, you really kept me waiting for a while!"

The Black Emperor's eyes suddenly became suspicious: "This unscrupulous Taoist priest has now found the target of his trap?"

Duan De was so clear-headed, but it couldn't understand him better.

Chun Chun looked like she had found a fat sheep, thinking back to those days...

The Black Emperor interrupted his recollection and hurriedly followed.

Even if there is no meat to eat, you still have to drink soup.

Everyone in front of them was seated, and there were no empty seats in the small inn.

But the strange thing is that no one is standing outside listening to books today.

This inn seems to be full, but as soon as someone walks in, they always find a seat, which is strange.

Many people discovered this situation and whispered.

Suddenly, the sound of the pipa stopped, and the sound of footsteps came.

The audience immediately became quiet because they knew:

Storyteller, here we come!