Looked away.

Lin Yi was secretly frightened, and when he said this, he was not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue.

Trouble going to find a True Immortal Monarch?

It's not good to live crookedly.

But no matter how you look at it, Qiu Lao Demon is serious, and Lin Yi is naturally not good at hitting him.

I have dealt with real immortals.

Of course, this is only one-sided.

The so-called dealings are just that as a chess piece, he was clearly arranged by the immortals, but this did not prevent Lin Yi from vaguely knowing what kind of terrifying supreme realm the realm of immortals was......

Without contrast, there is no harm.

Half an immortal, half a foot into the immortal gate, but he will not be able to become a real immortal for the rest of his life.

Lin Yi seriously doubted that even if he cultivated for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, he might not be able to get to that point......

Even such a big man who defies the sky must obey the arrangement of the Qingniu Immortal Monarch......

It's unbelievable what kind of insurmountable mountain the immortal is!

Seeing that the old demon looked like he was bound to win, Lin Yi couldn't say anything to hit him, not to mention, this matter was inaccurate, everyone would think that the people they knew around them would not be able to cultivate to the supreme realm, and they would only laugh and laugh off their big teeth.

Kexian ......

Isn't it just people who slowly climb up step by step?

With such a simple truth, Lin Yi naturally understands that it can be said that anyone in the world has a chance to become an immortal!

It's just that

That road is too difficult to walk.

Thousands, countless monks have followed one after another, and among so many peerless geniuses, no one can predict who will come to the bottom.

"Perhaps. ”

After a long time, Lin Yi said such a sentence.

Old Demon Qiu was quite surprised, he didn't expect that this guy didn't laugh at his own inadequacy......

After giving him a strange look, Old Demon Qiu snorted coldly, and said coldly with a straight face: "When you want to leave, the sound is transmitted." ”

With that, he dodged and disappeared into the sea.

The old demon didn't explain where he was going,

And what is it?

However, none of this is important to Lin Yi, holding the soul contract of the master and servant, unless he is a fool, it is impossible to escape, and he can't escape.

"The hosts. ”

At this time, Jiujiu said, "Are we leaving?"

Lin Yi shook his head.

"Not yet, this place...... It's really interesting. He smiled.

On the Tianwu Star, there are human races.

Outsider emperor, Lin Yi will naturally want to intervene in this matter, the clansmen of the same clan, whether they know themselves or not, whether they admit it or not, as long as they are human races, they have to recognize themselves as the emperor.

In the same way,

Whether you want to or not, you have to settle down the clansmen on this Heavenly Martial Star.

"That demon cultivator, if nothing else, should be the strongest monk on this planet......"

Lin Yi groaned a little, and his eyes kept flashing.

Feeling that there was an unfamiliar divine consciousness around him, and he was alert to the movement here, Lin Yi smiled bitterly.

"Well, today's matter has not subsided, and it is not convenient to come to the door to talk about things in a short time. ”

You'll have to wait.

Wait until the old man is roughly sure that he has no hostility, and then the time to speak.

......

......

Tianwu Continent, Southern Regions Country.

In the crowded city, it is very lively, the noise is endless, and the merchants and carriages coming and going on the roadside show the extraordinary nature of this place.

This is the Imperial City!

The Southern Regions is a country, the country has laws, and there are monarchs and ministers.

This city is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, so why not be prosperous?

Of course

No place can be a perfect paradise.

Poor and rich have existed equally since ancient times, and if one day, the people in this world have no distinction between high and low, then ...... What will it look like?

Despite being an imperial city, there are still slums.

The beggar begging, the juggler, the singer, the pink girl in the green house......

Whether you admit it or not, people are always divided into three, six, nine and so on.

This is the inevitability of every era.

A tile house.

The storyteller was talking, a ghostly anecdote, through a realistic demeanor, a changed tone, a subtle stackling, so that the atmosphere in the washer cohesive.

"Let's say that the second king, curiosity is troublesome, and when I look closer, there is a hideous and terrible face with a blue color, appearing upside down in front of me......"

From time to time, there was a gasp of shock.

It is not uncommon for the faint-hearted to scream and scream when they hear something terrible, and even to turn pale with fright.

There was a big man, who was trembling, and his head was about to be stuffed into his crotch.

"What's next?"

"Tell me, what's going on!?"

"The beautiful girl who sings with herself every night is actually such a terrible ghost, and this Wang Er is not scared to death?"

The atmosphere in Vasher has been mentioned to the extreme.

Everyone present, the bold and the cowardly, was firmly attracted to this story and kept urging the following.

however

The young storyteller, however, just smiled and kept silent.

"Boom la la ——!"

Seeing this, the guests immediately understood and threw a lot of copper coins on the stage.

This is the rule of Vasher, and it is also an important source of income.

The guests thought it was good and interesting, and couldn't wait to hear the following, so they threw copper coins on the stage to reward.

When the coin was almost thrown away, the storyteller closed the fan and continued to tell.

"I heard that these anecdotes are all stories made up by this scholar himself?"

Upstairs in the attic, a personable boy asked the middle-aged man next to him.

"That's right!"

The middle-aged man immediately smiled flatteringly: "Little prince doesn't know, this Vashe was not very good before, but since this scholar came, it has become completely different!"

"Oh?"

The son-in-law, who is called the little prince, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lord Wu seems to know a lot about this?"

"Don't hide it from the little prince, this scholar will be present as soon as he talks about the first book on stage!"

Lord Wu seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but shudder, and said: "That strange talk is really a fine product, it tells about the matter between the elder brother Wenhua and the little sister Wenwen, if the little prince is interested......"

"Okay, then let's talk about a play between the two brothers and sisters!"

The little prince threw a handful of broad beans into his mouth and laughed.

Such a movement angered many listeners.

In Vasheen, most people know the rules, and it is rare to see anyone who will make a loud noise and disturb others listening to the book.

But......

Seeing that the source of the sound was the Accord upstairs, and the two of them were wearing expensive fabrics, most people held back their anger and didn't dare to investigate.

"Don't you hear that, don't hurry up!"

The middle-aged man observed the words and looked extremely powerful, and asked the storyteller on the stage unceremoniously.

Hearing this, the storyteller's face changed slightly.

He was a little embarrassed.

In the eyes of others, he should just be entangled in contradictions, after all, this paragraph of the book has not been finished, so he will directly change to other ones...... I'm afraid, listeners won't buy it.

But no one knows, it's not that he's thinking about whether he should talk about it, but ......

He didn't want to talk about it.

"Uncle Wen?"

On the side, a child probed his brain, his eyes full of grief and nightmares, and looked at the storyteller on the stage.

It's unbelievable, it's just a child, and there is such a complicated look on his face.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The storyteller's hands were clenched tightly, and the paper fan was almost crumpled in half.

His emaciated body trembled.

The two laughed. ”

After a long time, the storyteller smiled reluctantly: "I said a long time ago that I won't tell that paragraph of the book in the future......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the boy's face changed.

"You're so daring!!"

The middle-aged man slapped the table and said angrily: "You dare to refuse Xiao ...... This son, you are just a poor scholar, this son tells you to speak, you talk about it, no matter how nonsense you are, I want you to look good!"

With a cold snort, he sat down.

"Speak well, my son has a reward!"

After that, the little prince threw several ingots of silver to the stage downstairs.

"This ......," the storyteller looked embarrassed.

His expression was complicated, he sighed softly, shook his head with a wry smile, and seemed to be reluctant to talk about this passage a second time.

"After speaking, these are yours. ”

The little prince was not angry, but took out several silver tickets from his arms, and stared at the storyteller on the stage with a smile.

seem

He was very sure that he didn't think that the other party would have a reason to reject him.

"I ......"

The storyteller's face panged with pain.

One incomparably more complicated memory after another came flooding back to his heart, causing him a sharp pain in his head.

Then

In the corner, a hoarse voice came—

"Since this scholar doesn't want to talk about it, then if you don't talk about it, why should Your Excellency be embarrassed. ”

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