Looking at the back of the man, the young lady suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes, and an indescribable taste.

It's just that the young lady listened to the rumors of the wild history of the restaurant, and naturally her interest increased, and she never got tired of hearing more of this kind of story, so she immediately ignored the strange feeling, and walked in briskly with the personal maid.

"The Jade Dome Mountain was just a bare stone mountain, no one would have thought that it was such a brilliant scene, only the half of the stone tablet, telling the passers-by, this is the jade dome, never thought that this mountain will have one more word in the morning and night, called the Jade Dome Spirit Mountain.

And in the meantime, the battle is even more hundreds of miles away can be seen its brilliant sword light, during which there are many roars, and there is a lot of sadness between this roar, this sorrow is only afraid that there are still many tears when I think of it now......"

The master and servant who had just come in were listening wonderfully, but they stopped listening to the voice, and when they looked up, they saw that the storyteller seemed to be wiping the corners of his eyes.

"Nine times out of ten, things don't go as planned, this person just happened to happen, you don't need to be like this, keep talking." The lady in white turned her head to look again, only to see a middle-aged scholar who looked like she threw a standard spirit stone on the stage, urging the storyteller to continue.

Although the storyteller looked like he was deliberately refuting, he gritted his teeth in front of the shiny spirit stone and continued.

"Heaven is unfair! After this battle, these four words appeared on the broken stone on the top of the mountain that was flattened, and this broken stone is now also left in the collection of the Kuntian Sect Master.

It is also this battle that has changed many people, the aboriginal sect Tiangongmen has appeared, connecting the broken order, and the materials and formulas of various things can be bought and sold and exchanged, which has made room for the market, and this battle of the heavenly demons is also a great injury, the power has been greatly reduced, and the chaotic order has finally been corrected.

Since then, the mysterious person has disappeared and is no longer in the present world, and Tian Yuanzhong has no time to track down who this person is for the spirit stone battle, leaving a mystery for the world, and it is also a legend......"

"Heaven is unfair! The wind god has all these things but wants him to bear this kind of pain, but he hates the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, who doesn't know what evil exercises he has cultivated, and he is an immortal! God is blind! Among the listeners, some people were angry and grieved for a while, and slapped the table and called.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, that person can compete with the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, naturally he will always lose some, there is something strange, you go on." The middle-aged scholar said that he threw another spirit stone up.

But some people were unwilling, and the man who had been aggrieved before couldn't hold back the anger in his heart when he heard this: "Do you have a conscience, how many people have you saved, do you know?" My brother and sister were all ruined by all those and free nonsense, and my brother killed my innocent and poor sister-in-law with his own hands...... It's all caused by some kind of ruthless and blissful evil thing! ”

"If the heart is firm, how can it be deceived by those things, in the final analysis, it is just a mortal's turbid heart, not worth mentioning." The middle-aged scholar said lightly.

"You scholar! Is it possible that you are not a mortal? Speak with a conscience! The other couldn't help but join the crusade.

"I was not born mortal." The scholar's eyes were arrogant, his eyes were shining, and he frightened everyone unconsciously, this person must be a disciple of the Great Gate Sect, and he couldn't be provoked...... Immediately, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak out again, it is not easy to cultivate, and they must cherish it, but they are not convinced but they can't go away.

The storyteller knew that these people were all skilled and could not let the atmosphere stalemate any longer, otherwise if this person was impatient to step on this place and leave, they would have no place to reason, and this place was not as strict as that of a big city like Star City.

He hurriedly spoke: "The ownership of the Jade Dome Spirit Mountain naturally belongs to the Kun Tianzong, and the next day, some scattered organizations began to dig everywhere, until the Tiangongmen developed the spirit finder, and then it entered the orderly and stable mining. And the ownership of those great spirit veins naturally circulated among those sect sects, such as the level of the Linxian City Lord, who only owned the small spirit vein in Dongshan. ”

"These sects are not a thing, when the Heavenly Demon invaded, they didn't come out to stop it, but now it's more peaceful, but they are here to squeeze me and wait, those spirit veins only work for ten spirit stones a month, and some are not standard spirit stones, it's really infuriating! If the Wind God was here, how could he let this happen. The man in the corner sighed again about the injustice, and although it resonated, no one dared to speak, and he himself dared to lose his words and dare not speak again.

The young lady in white was fascinated by this, and then became a little sad, why didn't my father tell me this on weekdays, but I didn't see the eyes of the maid next to her red. Although she had never seen the god of wind, his image had always been circulated in their hearts, and some people even set up immortal statues for him.

"The sect has its own way of operating, which is your turn to talk too much and find death!" The middle-aged scholar became angry, his hands were strong, and an iron chopstick came out of his hand, hitting the center of the person's eyebrows, and then a white light flashed, and there was no figure in the corner.

No one dared to speak, they all lowered their heads and waited for the scholar to dissipate his anger. It's just that this young lady in white is not convinced, it is the first time I have seen such an unreasonable thing.

"You scholar, how can you kill someone without telling any reason, although he can still be resurrected, but what about after three times? You are not allowed to leave, and you will be compensated when people come! But she had to think that now she was sitting here at least above the fourth order, and if she died once, she could only start all over again, and if she wanted to cultivate, she only had a lot of time and resources in addition to the resources of the heavens.

The middle-aged scholar laughed disdainfully when he heard this, and was about to leave here, but where was the young lady in white willing to follow, theoretically these were her city citizens, so wronged, how could she let it go when she saw it, she stood in front of the scholar and didn't let him pass, glaring at him, Xiao Ying couldn't pull it on the side.

The scholar was annoyed by the staring, and he was impatient to make a move again, but a tingling sensation on his scalp came and he exclaimed: "Five turns of the sky!" ”

I saw a transparent barrier rise in front of him, but a silver light flashed, and he was still knocked out by a huge force, knocked down a piece, and fell to the ground coughing up blood.

At this time, someone flew in and quickly helped him up: "Senior brother! ”

At this time, the scholar was speechless, but forcibly pointed to the shiny and somewhat cloudy thing on the ground, glanced at it in fear, closed his eyes, but did not turn into white light, but gradually disappeared.

Hateful! The person who rushed in was also a scholar, but he looked much more stable, but he was still surging by the news of his junior brother's death, and he rushed out directly looking for the undispersed qi, leaving a sluggish crowd.

…………

A few miles away on the meadow, a beggar was gulping down the wine in the gourd, which seemed to never run out.

And the beggar's heart seems to have forgotten why he keeps walking, is it hope? Is it hatred? Is it pain? It seems to be yes, and it seems to be not, because in the end, there is no hope, no pain, no hatred.

Only numbness and loneliness, yes, I still remember the two words that often appear in my mind, the two words that make me cry inexplicably.

Calamity.