Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Outside the sky, there are many caves and heavens and blessed lands inside.

I saw that today Li Tong felt regretful when he did not continue to talk about the stories of the many great emperors in the ancient Eastern Wasteland. However, thinking of his past events, he still had a lot of interest and listened with interest.

Apart from the questionable martial arts and the briefly mentioned way of the soul, it is also a quite interesting ethical story in itself.

It really makes such a fairy satisfy some curiosity that has not been seen in the world for a long time, and adds a bit of fireworks flavor.

But after putting aside the arrogant words of that boy and the so-called martial arts immortals.

This story pales in comparison to the Legend of the Emperor of Heaven.

Yesterday, they saw with their own eyes the Qing Emperor who seemed to have walked out of a story, which really aroused their curiosity.

After that battle, overtly and covertly, these gods and gods almost turned the ancient world upside down, but they never found any legends about such characters.

Deep down in my heart, no matter how reluctant and disbelieving it was, I still somewhat believed in the story Li Tong told me, fearing that it was more than just a story.

Instead, they were looking at everything they had experienced in another world they had never discovered in the vast and chaotic void.

I just don’t know how the storyteller brought him to the ancient world.

Amidst the shock and doubt in their hearts, someone had already started thinking of going to the mouth of the Guanjiang River to bring this person back for questioning.

But after careful consideration, I really felt that I didn't have the magical power of Subhuti to defeat the incarnation of the Blue Emperor, so I honestly gave up.

Those who were taught by them reported it, while those who were not taught by them squatted at home and watched the fun.

I thought I could get some other useful information from Li Tong's story today, whether it was about other great emperors or people practicing internally, it would be wonderful.

Who would have thought that Jingran would be ruined by the fallen Lord Tianyi!

This made them feel unhappy and resentful.

He secretly said that this was the day Lord Yixing died, otherwise he would have to be taken out again to deal with it.

If Tianyi Xingjunquanxia had knowledge, he would not know whether to cry or laugh, or to laugh bitterly.

But the ideas of some people naturally cannot hinder the actions of those star kings who feel that their majesty has been offended by mere mortals, and use this as an excuse to show off the power of the ancient star gods.

Under the bright sun, stars were constantly twinkling, and streaks of starlight were falling.

It caused those monsters with low ordinary cultivation to cheer for a while, thinking that they had encountered a grand occasion that was rare in a thousand years and that the monster clan was going to rise?

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Meeting Wen Zhong with Fei Zhong's mean face early in the morning, Grand Master Wen only felt that it was unlucky, but there was nothing he could do about it. The king's order could not be violated.

But he didn't give the man a good look. After receiving the order, he climbed up and rode the black jade unicorn to Yangjia Village at the mouth of Guanjiang River.

Although this mount's cultivation level is not very high, it is very good at flying and escaping. The speed of escape of ordinary gods is far inferior to it, but in one breath, hundreds of miles pass by in a blink of an eye.

Even though Chaoge is thousands of miles away from the Guanjiang estuary, as far as Wen Zhong is concerned, as long as Li Tong is easy to talk to, this is just an ordinary business trip.

If you arrive early, you still have time to go home and have dinner.

It's just that he has been busy preparing for war recently and collecting information about the rebellious princes from all directions. Naturally, he has no time to pay attention to other things.

Now the sudden and sudden Di Xin gave him such an order, but it made him confused.

Storyteller?

What is a storyteller?

Is there anything mysterious that makes the king worthy of calling him a great talent?

Can his talent resolve the rebellions in all parts of the world and bring the Shang Dynasty back to Guotai Xin'an?

It cannot, it must not be possible.

"Your Majesty, how unwise!"

Flying away in mid-air, towards this Emperor Xin who he almost looked up to as his son and nephew, he was furious that he could not argue with him, and felt sad that he was being favored by others.

In front of him were Fei Zhong and You Hun, who were fighting against cholera in the court, and in the back was Su Daji, a witch who kept turning her ears away.

This has led to the current world where strife is rife.

Recalling his promise to the late king, Wen Zhong took a long breath and made a decision in his heart. No matter how absurd the matter was, he would sit down.

After returning to Chaoge today, I will try my best to admonish the king.

Fei Zhong and You Hun were executed, and the demon Su Daji was thrown into the cold palace.

Thinking like this, I unknowingly arrived not far from Yangjiacun.

Thanks to the physical gain brought about by high cultivation, and because of the demon disaster, there were few people walking around in the village at this time, so they all gathered in the inn.

His ears moved slightly, and he heard the distant sound of storytelling coming from the inn.

After listening for a while, Wen Zhong vaguely understood what storytelling meant and what kind of profession a storyteller was.

Just secretly chewing on the words coming from the storyteller, I felt more and more something was wrong.

"Is there such a biological father in the world? He is not talking nonsense!"

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"Is there such a biological father in the world? He is not talking nonsense!"

Everyone in the inn seemed to feel the same, experiencing the humiliation that the young man named Hongyi suffered in the high-gate compound.

At this moment, a powerful voice with a bit of calmness and authority boomed in from outside the door.

When the time came, all the audience members were awakened except for the two people who had already gained some knowledge and were immersed in martial arts.

In confusion, everyone turned their heads and looked outside.

Then they saw an old man holding a handsome and majestic auspicious beast Qilin in his hand, slowly pushing the door open and entering.

I saw this old man wearing a majestic robe, extremely gorgeous, with long and short male and female whips across his waist. He was moving with extraordinary bearing and a momentum of his own.

The most surprising thing is that there are three eyes on his forehead, which really shocked the ordinary people on the scene.

Someone lowered his head, hiding the curiosity on his face, and asked the people around him: "Is this a stranger?"

"I still don't know who it is."

When Li Tong first heard that voice, he thought that there was another immortal who couldn't stand him today and came to cause trouble.

But as soon as he saw the classic costume and mount, he knew who was coming.

Then he wondered why Emperor Xin, who had been deceived by the demon, came to his little Yang family village specifically to do this.

Then he muttered: "You are very curious about other people's affairs, but in the story, Li Jing made his beloved son look like that, and you never said a good word or complained.

Li Jing, why are you joining in the fun at this time?"

I want to think about it, but I can't explain it in the most direct way.

Instead, he smiled at him and said, "Isn't that true? How about you take a look at these two people first?"

"Master Wen!"

Ji, who was still in the future, was surprised how the young man knew his name. He saw the two men who had been motionless since he came in. At this moment, a light suddenly flashed across their bodies.

Then, as if no one else was around, he began to practice his two inexplicable movements.

Wen Zhong clearly saw that this should be a common martial art, but it seemed to be different.

He closed his eyes slightly, and at the same time, the divine eye on his forehead began to slowly open.

After a moment, an unspeakable expression appeared on his face.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "This...how is this possible!"

"How can ordinary mundane martial arts attract the inspiration of heaven and earth and then incorporate it into the human body?"

As soon as he said this, the ordinary people looked at him with confusion.

As for those Sanxian and Qi Refiners, they looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, and then glanced at Yang Jiao and the other two who were practicing their skills.

Be suspicious:

"You old man, you weren't invited here by the storyteller, were you?"