The gentleman held on to the folding fan, quickly stood up, hid behind the chair, and shouted at Baili Yanran:

"Girl, why are you here again!"

"I'm here to listen to books." Baili Yanran smiled embarrassedly, "Don't worry, sir, I won't slap Mr. in the face again......"

"You can't fight anywhere!" Mr. said and touched his plaster, grinning his teeth, with a look of grievance: "Your girl's punch is heavier than those big bosses, sir, my face still hurts!" ”

Most of the people who listened to the book were regular visitors, and many people were also present at the events of that day, and everyone knew the reason in their hearts, that is, a joke between a little girl who cultivated immortals and a gentleman who told stories in the market.

A small boss in green satin beckoned, and shouted at Mr. Chong: "How old is a little girl, you have eaten half your life after walking across a few bridges, why are you hypocritical, hurry up and open the book!" ”

The gentleman rolled up his sleeves, sat back on the bamboo chair, shook the fan, and glanced at the little boss: "Open the book and open the book, you know how to open the book, just order a pot of tea, and don't give a few more copper plates, waiting to starve me to death, see where you go to listen to the book!" ”

"It's not easy for sir, you should reward some silver, everyone who has scattered silver will be rewarded, I'll reward it first!" The little boss was not only not angry, but also shouted a few words for his husband.

Everyone was in a good mood and happily threw some copper plates.

"Okay, thank you for your support." The gentleman arched his hand at everyone, and did not forget to mention it again: "If that girl wants to come up and say hello again, you will have to hold her down for me." ”

When the crowd heard this, they burst into laughter.

"Alright, we'll leave it to us!"

"Is this a problem?"

"Just put 10,000 hearts!"

Everyone was coaxing, and Baili Yanran couldn't say anything, so she could only hide beside Lao Dao aggrievedly.

Lao Dao glanced at her dotingly, and also played haha: "Yanran, if you are really beaten in a while, don't say that you are my apprentice, you can't be involved as a teacher, you know?" ”

"Oh!" Baili Yanran grimaced at Lao Dao and sat aside alone.

The gentleman on the stage, angry and rewarded, patted the waking wood with a heart full of self-contentment.

Smack-

The waking wood sounded, and the entire tea house was suddenly dumbfounded, which was a respect for the storyteller.

The gentleman got up, folded the fan, and pointed to Baili Yanran and Lao Dao.

"What I'm going to talk about next is a strange story about cultivating immortals."

"Originally, our little girl from Xianshan was present, and I didn't want to talk about this book anymore, but after thinking about it just now, I still have to talk about this book. Because this strange story was written by my ancestors in an ancient family heirloom, although it sounds bizarre, but most of it is still a true story. ”

The gentleman glanced at Baili Yanran, and saw that she had no intention of rushing to the stage, so he continued.

"According to legend, thousands of years ago, there were no eight factions in this Kunlun Immortal Mountain, only the Kunlun Immortal Gate faction, among the Immortal Gate, there was a monk named Wang Ye, who was talented and intelligent, cultivated immortals at the age of three, and condensed qi at the age of five, which can be described as an immortal genius."

"A genius like him, originally as long as he cultivates diligently, it is only a matter of time before he ascends. But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, in the year when he broke through to the Jindan period, the demon clan entrenched in the fog underworld came to the world, conquered the immortal gate, and intended to unify the human world. ”

"He never came back, as for the bloody battle between Xianmen and the Fog Underworld, it has been fighting for more than ten years, the more he fights, the more Xianmen feels hard, and in the end, he can only barely support it, and he doesn't even dare to take the initiative to invite the battle again."

The gentleman let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling.

When he stopped, the audience under the stage couldn't sit still, and hurriedly urged:

"Sir, tell me quickly, what's next?"

"What should I do if I can't beat it, will the immortal gate be destroyed?"

"What about Wang Ye, where did he go?"

Baili Yanran also wanted to shout, but thinking about what she had done before, she still held back.

She clasped her little hands, anxiously waiting for the next plot, and inadvertently, Yu Guang glanced at the old Tao next to her.

At this moment, Lao Dao, his fists clenched, his white beard fluttering, obviously moved his true qi.

Baili Yan was puzzled, Master had always been happy when he listened to books before, and he had never been so serious, could it be that Master had also opened his mind and had the urge to go on stage to beat people?

Baili Yanran suddenly looked forward to it, if the master took action to dismantle Mr.'s stage, the scene would be very lively!

The gentleman on the stage, after satisfying the appetite of the people in the audience, deliberately took a sip of tea slowly, and then continued:

"That day, the demon clan of the world gathered at the north gate of Kunlun Immortal Mountain. These demons, all of them have the ability to fly to the sky, and there are hundreds of thousands of troops. Looking at the monks of the Xianmen, plus the boys who are only seven or eight years old, there are only more than 2,000 people, and the blind can see which is stronger and which is weak. ”

"The demon king gave an order, and the last battle related to the survival of the human world began, two thousand monks, desperately resisted for seven days and seven nights, and finally they were defeated, and the demon clan broke the mountain gate and destroyed many fairy palaces."

But just then, a monk in a black robe descended from the sky. At the feet of this monk is a sky-blue giant sword, called 'Flying Machine', and a silver armor on his body, called 'Iron Suit', and in his hand, it is a crossbow that is the only one in the sky and on the earth, named 'Barrett', where the crossbow is pointing, no matter how powerful the demon is, you will die in an instant! ”

"Do you know who this monk is?"

As soon as the gentleman said this, many people called out his name.

Mr. nodded: "Yes, it is Wang Ye, who has already left, and Wang Ye is also known as 'Taishang Steel Real Man' because of this spiritual costume, he is such a big man, after annihilating all the demons and turning the tide, he was called a demon by the elders of the sect, and he was expelled from the division within a few days. ”

"What's even more infuriating, it's still behind, after Wang Ye left Kunlun Immortal Mountain, the elders of Xianmen felt that the spirit costume he held was too domineering, so they sent disciples to search for his whereabouts, tricked him back to Xianmen, and asked him to hand over the spirit costume to Xianmen for safekeeping!"

"Since then, there has been no news of Wang Yezhen, whether his spiritual costume has been handed in, it is unknown, whether he himself died as an immortal, or whether he has ascended, it is also unknown."

"My ancestors were fortunate enough to know the truth, but they couldn't confide it to the world, so they had to write it in a book and pass it on to future generations."

After Mr. finished speaking, he took a sip of tea and looked at Baili Yanran again: "Girl, which immortal mountain are you practicing in?" ”

"Me?"

Baili Yanran pointed at herself, and just as she was answering, Lao Dao suddenly got up and left the teahouse.

"Yanran, let's go."

Baili Yanran was a little unsure, but seeing that Lao Dao didn't seem to be in a good mood, she didn't ask more.

She hurriedly arched her hand at the gentleman on the stage.

"Sir, I still have something to do with Master, I'll listen to you when I come back!"

After that, Baili Yanran chased after him.