The Zhang family sisters and brothers have been looking for a long time in Bancheng County, but there is no store.

"It's really poor here......" Zhang Yue complained while looking for a suitable place to stay.

"I didn't have a hotel, but I saw one. Zhang Wen raised his hand and pointed to a small building in the distance that was not obvious, and said, "Let's go there." ”

The two of them walked into the hotel, which was much smaller than the Di store, and there were no catering services here.

"Do you two want to stay in a hotel?" a guy at the front desk asked Zhang Yue and her brother.

"Yes, we want two rooms. ”

"Well, after you two pay the money, there will be one or two rooms on the right hand side of the second floor. ”

"Well, thank you. Besides, I'd like to inquire about something. Zhang Wen wanted to inquire about more news while paying the money, "May I ask if there are any legends and rumors circulating in this city?"

"Yo, you're on the point. Isn't this the storyteller about to pass by this street, and you really dare to go up, and in a moment you two will follow the old storyteller, and give him money to tell you what you want. This old storyteller, he is famous in our city, I don't know how long he has been working, but he can say new tricks every day, never repeated, so powerful. ”

After speaking, the guy in the store pointed to the two people outside the hotel, "It's coming soon, you two go outside and have a look." ”

Zhang Wen and the others immediately planned to go out to have a look, and they didn't go upstairs first. Sure enough, as soon as I went out, I saw the storyteller that the guy was talking about.

"Strange travelers can't finish the world, great scholars can't see all flies, insects and Kunpeng, gravediggers can't touch the monsters, devils and gods, and good listeners can't understand heroes and clowns. The white-haired storyteller shouted as he walked leisurely down the street.

He had a hat in his hand, and there was some loose money in it, probably to give him the money, so that he could listen to what he said.

Zhang Wen was very excited to take out the money and put it in the old storyteller's hat, and the storyteller saw that he had given a lot of money, so he stopped and said with a smile: "This little girl doesn't look like a local of our Bancheng, she is a fresh face." ”

"That's right, I'm here from Jing County in the southeast. ”

"Oh, visitors don't ask where they come from, and those who go don't ask where they go. The old storyteller said something a little rhythmic but vulgar, "Little girl, will you tell you the story of our Bancheng?"

"Uh-huh, I was just trying to hear this!"

"Okay!" the old storyteller put his hat aside, took out a fan from his waist, and began to put on a posture, "I think that thousands of years ago, the primates of all things had just shown their wisdom, and they were still drinking blood, and one day, someone rode a winged Pegasus from the sky and gave them the first cluster of fire. ”

"Sister, this ...... It seems to be a little early, right? The story of this Bancheng started thousands of years ago?" Zhang Yue quietly turned sideways and whispered to Zhang Wen.

"Don't talk nonsense, did you hear him say Tenma? Listen on, there must be a clue in this story. ”

From then on, people learned to use fire, and the days of eating raw meat came to an end. However, the battle also began on this day. The first person to get the fire became the leader of all of them, but when everyone learned to use fire, the different tribes separated. Fighting and conflict, killing and redemption are intertwined, and the history of people has begun. ”

"Once again, the Pegasus came with the Celestials, and the Celestials once again gave them a tool for forging iron tools. People are once again buying one step closer from bronze. However, the same thing still happens, the celestial beings do not transform human nature, it is just meaningless to give tools. Once again, the ironware was stained with the blood of the people's compatriots. ”

"Again, the celestials brought faith. People carved the silver helmets and silver armor of the celestial beings on the walls, carved them on the utensils, and imprinted them in the bottom of their hearts. Everything becomes harmonious. Still, the heavens overestimated people, and even with faith, a new word broke the peace - pagan. The frenzied repression eventually led to an explosion, and everything went back quite a bit. ”

"For the last time, there was more than one celestial man, and the celestial people led by the general of the golden helmet and golden armor held a strange object of flashing, and a flash of light could take a person's head thousands of miles away. They descend from the sky, but none of the celestials will leave their Pegasus. It was then that people realized that their foolish actions had angered the real God. This time, it was the turn of the 'gods' who did not expect that the common enemy condensed people's divinity and suppressed people's animal nature. What the 'gods' didn't expect was that out of thin air, there were huge rivers that could not be jumped, walls that were difficult to break, and mountains that were difficult to climb. These are not gifts from heaven and man, but gifts from the mountain gods. ”

"In the end, the Pegasus fell into the river, and the celestial man fell. All of this came to naught, and the price paid was dearly. It would take the bodies of a few hundred people to bury a celestial being. And these countless gods and humans are all hidden under Ma Chengshan and Bancheng. The Pegasus who fell into the river lost its owner and wings, trapped forever in fear of the enemy, lost its prototype, and transformed into a strange animal. ”

Speaking of this, the old storyteller stopped the story, "The word strange animal has already been spoken, I think you should have heard enough, right?"

"Not enough, not enough!" Zhang Wenzheng was fascinated by what he could say.

"It's okay, sister, this story is enough, I can't remember any more. Zhang Yue begged Zhang Wen to stop quickly, these stories were enough for him to think about for a day, and any more heads would blow up.

"Hahahaha, it's useless to talk too much, misfortune comes from the mouth!" the old storyteller laughed as he picked up his hat and walked off into the distance.

"This ......" Zhang Wen began to recover from the refreshing feeling of listening to the story, "The story seems to be a bit powerful? Are there 'celestials' and ancients buried under this city?" Zhang Wen became excited again.

"Okay sister, let's think about it in the long run, okay? My brain can't handle the information in this story. I've probably lived in vain for the past twenty years, and I've never heard of it!"

"Okay, okay, okay. With that, Zhang Wen and Zhang Yue went back to the hotel.