Tang capital, Chang'an.

is still the tea shop, and everyone in the audience gradually forgot their original fears as the storyline progressed.

A case rang and brought back everyone's thoughts.

I saw the storyteller yawning, stretching, and said wiltingly: "You all know the rest of the story, Hou Xiqi went all the way through five levels and six generals to Chaoge." Emperor Xin and Lutai set themselves on fire and died......"

The storyteller was obviously tired, and before he could finish the story, he got up.

But one of the people in the audience really got into this story, and he was puzzled, and asked with suppressed fear: "What about Pier? Didn't Su Daji say that it would save his life, so where did he go?"

The storyteller glanced at the man, who was stuck in his throat and panicked for a moment.

Only to hear the storyteller say, "He's still alive, he went to a liquor store, and he made a deal." ”

"Deal?"

The man asked again, only to find that the storyteller was long gone.

On Chang'an Street, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the delicate beauty is dressed in a tulle shirt, revealing a fair cream, goose yellow and lowering lips complement each other, portraying the self-confidence and honor of women in the Tang Dynasty vividly and exquisitely.

Visitors from other countries fiddle with the treasures that amaze the world, and a touch of the porch hides countless precipitations of wisdom. The fireball that came out of the juggler's mouth caused a burst of amazement from the spectators, and the sound of cheers lingered in their ears, and they never left for a long time.

The storyteller walked through the crowd, shaking the wooden fan in his hand, and walking in the quiet alley.

"You can't be a good storyteller. ”

A very clean voice reached his ears, and he chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and a man appeared behind him.

"The owner is so Yaxing, and he actually came to play in the world. ”

Mr. Storyteller turned around, and the outfit of Mr. Storyteller changed into a long antique dress, his eyebrows and eyes bloomed, and the corners of his mouth were still the same smile of contempt for everything.

"Isn't Erlang Shenjun also interested in coming to this world to find the beauty of the world?"

He put away the wooden fan in his hand without worry, and sarcastically mocked the true monarch in front of him, who had faded from his armor, and put on a set of plain robes often worn by mortal cultivators.

That's the gaze of death!

"Although this Chang'an is as beautiful as a cloud, it can't compete with Yang Yuhuan, who is loved by three thousand!"

"Oh~ It turns out that Zhenjun is so good, if you don't trade with me, I will give you a Yang Yuhuan!"

Yang Jian...... It's her guest!

But Yang Jian was so frightened that he took a few steps back, "Boss, Yang Yuhuan is it, you better continue to finish the story!"

"Okay, please let me have tea!"

"I don't have any mortal silver!" Yang Jian said bitterly.

The Heavenly Rules expressly prohibit people from the Divine Realm and the Immortal Realm from turning stones into gold to disturb the order of the mortal world, otherwise they will be robbed by the heavenly thunder. But she is not a good person with compassion and understanding, and she just wants to drink tea at the moment.

Seeing that she didn't mean to stop at all, Yang Jian shook his head a little helplessly, so he had to stride up to follow.

is worry-free in exchange for Xiao Er, "a pot of Pu'er." ”

Yang Jian turned his head slightly and saw the price clearly marked on the counter: Pu'er, eighty taels and one pot.

How much is this eighty taels, for the priest who has lived above the Heavenly Palace for a long time, he really doesn't know, but Yang Jian always has a bad premonition in his heart, no matter how much, he is penniless and will be a catastrophe!

Seeing the sorrow on his face, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Lang Jun, don't forget that you are the most proud disciple of the Jade Ding Zhenren! I have fought with that monkey for five hundred rounds, but I don't have any silver, just take a thunderbolt, don't worry!"

"Boss, you really don't have a backache when you stand and talk!" Yang Jian accidentally told the truth in his heart.

The hand that picked up the teacup without worry paused, staring directly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian shuddered, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing, "Lord Wanton, the little god is wrong!"

After worry-free, his expression eased for half a minute and drank half a cup of tea. She was just scaring him, how could she have thought that this Erlang God was so unfrightened! She sighed softly in her heart.

But what Worry-Free didn't know was that even this god general, who had fought hundreds of rounds with the monkey, was unwilling to make a move with Worry-free. Although he left the wine store and did not have the blessing of the twenty-four divine powers, he was still a character who could not be easily angered.

That year, Nezha accidentally broke the wine cup that was worry-free, chased him to the Nanban without worry, and was stunned to scatter Nezha's half-body consciousness with one palm, and sent him to the Wufu Sea where he suffered a nightmare for three years.

After that, the people of the Heavenly Realm didn't dare to easily offend the unique Dream Builder in these Six Realms!

"It's time to tell you a story. "I don't have to worry about putting down the teacup.

......

......

The lights burned the years, and the embers covered the ground.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, he faintly heard someone shouting for help, the feeling of hurry made him breathe a little short, he held his thousand-pound head, and sat up slowly.

He was still in the prison, his mind was in chaos, and he only vaguely remembered that when Su Daji left that day, a wisp of white smoke suddenly came out of the prison, and he was choked and fainted, and then he fell unconscious.

Bier rubbed his eyebrows to sober himself up, and the realization of the realization of his eyes gradually became a little clearer, and he looked at the empty outside the prison door, with broken bowls all over the floor, and blades scattered in the corners.

What happened in the palace?

Feeling uneasy, he staggered against the stone wall and walked to the cell door, and after a moment's glance, he found a bunch of keys on the wooden table where the jailer usually drank and chatted.

But at the moment, there was nothing he could do to get the set of keys, and he sighed deeply.

Just when he was worried, a familiar figure hurriedly ran from the prison, it was the little palace man.

"Lord Pierre, it's not good, it's not good!"

The little palace was panting and looked very flustered.

"What happened?" asked Pierre, frowning.

"Wen Taishi was killed in battle, Fei Zhong Youhun was arrested, Xiqi's army marched all the way forward, and now it has entered Chaoge City!

Pier staggered back a few steps, he had only been asleep for a few days, how could such a big change have happened?

"There's a bunch of keys on the table, go get them. ”

Bier held on to the prison door, Yin Shang's qi was exhausted, everything was as the hexagram said, what about him?

The little palace man opened the cell door and said eagerly, "Lord Pier, I found a path, and I will take you out of the palace." The little palace man grabbed the corner of his coat and prepared to run outside.

But Pierre paused, he couldn't go now.

"You go first, I still have some things to deal with!"