Southern State.

The scorching sun was over, and the dreary heat wave rippled around the bluestone slabs, coinciding with the hottest time of the day.

Walking on the street, the hot air on the face makes it difficult to breathe, and the sweat particles the size of beans immediately soak the placket of clothes.

The vendors on the street had already closed their stalls, and they were all driven home by the scorching sun.

Zihuai Town is not rich, and the largest restaurant is called Wangguilou.

The restaurant is divided into three floors, the first floor is used for individual dine-in, and there is a free space in the middle.

There is a screen embroidered with plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum, and a teak table is placed in front of it, on which is placed a teacup with blue and white patterns, and a piece of shocking wood.

It turned out that Wangguilou had set up a storytelling place in the lobby in order to solicit business, and the tables and teacups were for storytellers.

At the end of the day, the storyteller will show up on time.

The second floor belongs to the private room, which is generally provided for Xianmen hundred family meals.

The boss will be a man, and he knows that the people in the fairy gate have always been quiet and do not like to be lively, so it is just right to set up a private room.

The last floor is used for accommodation, but most of it is unused.

Immortal cultivators pass by here, and they will generally leave after finishing their errands, and they will not choose to stay, unless there is something to do, and they don't want to sleep in the mountains and forests with a shelf, so they will stay here for one night.

The consumption on the first floor of Wangguilou is not high, and when it is close to the future, it is already full of guests, and almost all of them are ordinary people.

An old man in his sixties, dressed in blue coarse linen clothes, with a cloth bag of the same color on his waist, walked from the door without hesitation, and the originally noisy lobby was quiet in an instant.

The old man smiled, touched his chin with satisfaction, and sat down at the storytelling place.

He brushed his long sleeves across the table, his legs folded, and landed on the futon.

"Storyteller, what are you going to say today?"

"Yes, yes, the palace master of Qionghua Palace you said yesterday is really good? What man is so blessed that he can capture the heart of such a stunning beauty, he really envy us!"

"Whatever he did yesterday, I will listen to today. ”

The storyteller slowly took out a folding fan of landscape painting from his pocket, opened it with a "snap", and fanned it towards himself.

"Don't worry, what Xiao Lao'er wants to say today is about the free fairy gate. ”

The lobby was quiet again, and everyone looked at the old man excitedly, waiting for him to speak.

No one noticed that two men in blue sat at a double table in the corner of the doorway.

After hearing the old man's words, they all silently put down their teacups and listened attentively.

"Smack!"

With a startled shot, the storyteller began.

"This Xiaoyao Xianmen, just listening to the name is free.

But, how can it be so simple?

Xiaoyao Immortal Gate is by no means accessible to ordinary people, and the cultivation of the master Xiaoyaozi is profound, and he is the only strong person in our Zihuai Town.

It is said that when he was young, he had some affairs and caused a lot of trouble, but the people with higher cultivation failed to keep him. Now most of the immortal sects in the town have a grudge against him, but they can only endure it if they can't beat it.

Xiaoyaozi has three disciples, the eldest disciple Chen Mu, let's not mention it for the time being.

The second disciple's name is Yebai, known as the white jade son, and he is one of the four sons of Nanzhou.

The world has the reputation of being a stranger to him like a jade, and a son is unparalleled in the world.

Bai Yu Gongzi has been practicing with Xiaoyaozi for 250 years, and he is a strong Yuanying man, he is chivalrous and righteous, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, which is really a model of Xianmen monks.

So far, there have been countless evil cults buried in the hands of the white jade prince.

The third disciple Shi Feng, who has been in the field for a hundred years, has also successfully married Dan, and his future prospects are also unlimited. ”

Everyone listened with relish, touching their chins from time to time, and nodding their heads with the storyteller.

The people who come here to listen to the storyteller are generally ordinary people, who do not understand the method of cultivating immortals, and their ordinary life is relatively boring.

The storyteller talked eloquently, and kept telling the deeds of Yebai and Shi Feng, but he didn't talk about the big disciple of Xiaoyao Xianmen. Except for opening his mouth to introduce his identity, he didn't mention it again.

Probably tired of it, the storyteller stopped, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and cleared his throat.

The crowd listened attentively, but also had doubts.

"Huh? You only said that the second and third disciples of this Xiaoyao Immortal Sect, what about the eldest disciple? He was the earliest beginner, so he should be the most brilliant one, right? What extraordinary deeds does he have?"

When others heard this, they also woke up like a dream.

Shocked to find that the storyteller Fang Cai said that Chen Mu, the eldest disciple of the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect, they actually only learned one name, and the rest did not know anything.

"Isn't it that this big disciple has already ascended, right? Our Jiuzhou Continent's aura is thin, and no one has ascended for about 10,000 years. ”

The one who spoke was a young man of about fifteen years old, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, and as he spoke, his eyes sparkled with stars.

The storyteller put down the folding fan and sighed helplessly.

"You don't know, it's not that Xiao Lao'er doesn't want to mention this person, it's really that this person has some ...... I don't know where to start!"

Seeing that everyone craned their necks to look at him, the storyteller smiled slightly, and then continued:

"Chen Mu, in fact, is the orphan of a close friend of Xiaoyaozi, if it weren't for the orphan of that close friend before he died, according to Xiaoyaozi's identity and status, he would definitely not accept such a disciple.

This son is idle all day long, interjecting and fighting, mingling in the mountains and wilderness, and not doing his job.

Went down to the river to catch shrimp, went to the ground to catch ducks, and touched melons in the field, never got rid of an evil spirit.

Compared with his second junior brother Bai Yu Gongzi and third junior brother Shi Feng, there is a big difference.

He, who has been by Xiaoyaozi's side for three hundred years, has not yet formed a golden pill, and I don't know if Xiaoyaozi regrets having such a disciple, but because of his best friend's trust, he has no choice but to accept it.

Guys, what do you think, there's anything to say?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized and began to discuss again.

"Bang!"

A loud noise exploded in the lobby, attracting everyone's attention.

At this glance, there was a burst of gasping sounds.

Even though there were mostly men in the lobby, they were still shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

The two men in the eye, the tall one is handsome and unparalleled, with a white jade crown on his head, his long hair is meticulously groomed, and his whole body is so clean that he can't find fault with it.

His face was expressionless, and his body exuded the aura of being unapproachable, cold as frost, as if he was born to reject people thousands of miles away.

"Let's go. ”

Suddenly, the handsome man stood up, threw a piece of broken silver on the table, and walked out quickly.

The other one looks very friendly and dresses more casually, but it seems that his whole body is breathing fire, especially the fire in his eyes.

It was this man who slapped the table just now.

The man who was with him had already gotten up and walked out of the Wanggui Tower, and he had to glare at the storyteller indignantly and leave.

Everyone just felt inexplicable, listening to the book in a good manner, what were they angry about?

PS: This book is a subject that Na Zhu likes, and when I opened the book, I thought about it for about a month, and I mainly wanted to write what I liked, and only when I liked it, I could work harder.

Summing up some of the experience of the previous book, this book is still for love, and I hope more people like it.

Yesterday released the first one, ready to secretly give himself the entire first vote, but after the results were reviewed, the first vote was gone.

What made me most helpless was the cover problem, which was complained about by two groups of people, which simply made me doubt my life.

My readers sent an exclusive red envelope to the administrator, asking him to help me get the cover, which is called "crowdfunding for the cover", and the cover of Na Pig is unlucky, black and white.

The administrator also spent a lot of time to find the base map for me, and I also did it myself, and I was moved.

I would like to thank my readers who have always supported me, and I will continue to work hard and put more effort into the new book.

If you don't like it, don't spray, don't BB if you can do it! The little girl is not talented, and she has also practiced sanda for two days.

As for not being able to beat it, let's understand the ban package.

Finally, I also ask readers to invest in the hands of the readers, and the recommended votes will smash me ~mua~