Chen Yumo stood next to Su Donghe with his red face.

"Well, it's all pretty good. Lan'er Meiran and Ayue Yun'er are quite balanced, and Yuan'er has a strong melee ability. Ling Jiutian commented.

However, Long Yuan was thinking about how to improve his ability to refine qi luck, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

As if he had seen what was on Long Yuan's mind, Ling Jiutian asked the other disciples to leave first, leaving Long Yuan behind.

"Yuan'er, the problems you encounter in cultivating true qi, the master will find a way to help you solve it, and your uncle will come back in half a month, I can also go out to find the qi yuan magician I knew before, and help you diagnose what the cause is." ”

"Thank you, Master. Uncle Shi is coming back soon, it's great. Long Yuan didn't come back for a while, his reaction was half a beat slower, and when he heard Ling Jiutian say that his senior uncle was coming back soon, he clapped his hands and shouted.

Ling Jiutian smiled and touched Long Yuan's head, when Long Yuan was bullied by Ling Qinglan when he was a child, it was his uncle who hugged him to comfort him and coaxed him to sleep, so Long Yuan had a very deep relationship with him.

"I told my little sister to go. Long Yuan ran down the mountain with joy in his heart.

"Maybe it's really old, I always want to see a few of them get married and have a family. This Yuan'er and Lan'er ......" Ling Jiutian looked at Long Yuan's back and sighed and shook his head.

When Long Yuan informed Ling Qinglan about their uncle's imminent return, Ling Qinglan jumped up excitedly and hugged Long Yuan, but when she found out that she had lost her temper, she immediately let go of her hand, her pretty face flushed, burning like a peach blossom.

Ling Qinglan vaguely remembered that when she was a child, her mother was always merciless after she made mistakes, and her father would be scolded if he dared to dissuade him. Only her uncle is not afraid of her mother, and every time he takes her away, so that her mother's mother has nowhere to fire, and can only be sprinkled on her father's head.

"Uncle Shi hasn't been back for five years. Ling Qinglan coughed lightly to reconcile the embarrassment in her heart and said.

"There you have it. I don't know if Uncle Shi is still so fat, I used to sleep on his stomach when I used to sleep, but it was comfortable. ”

"Poof. Ling Qinglan laughed at Long Yuan's words, but then her mood dimmed, because when he was a child, only when Long Yuan was bullied by her, he would sleep with his uncle.

Ling Qinglan looked at Long Yuan secretly, and suddenly felt that her heart was beating fast, thinking of what happened in her childhood, she was also very sorry in her heart, and said in her heart: "Senior brother, I'm sorry. ”

"By the way, let's go shopping on Moonlight Street in the evening, I heard that a storyteller came recently, and I heard that he spoke quite well. ”

"Okay, but the third senior brother and the fourth senior brother may not go, one of them wants to make money and wants to go crazy, and the other wants to build a divine boat and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. Ling Qinglan touched her smooth forehead helplessly, frowned and whispered, "I have six senior brothers, and half of them are abnormal. No, there is an abnormal ...... My dad and my mother have been holding hands since he was fifteen years old, but I don't know when that abnormal time will hold my hand. ”

"What did you say, junior sister? I didn't hear you. Long Yuan stared at Ling Qinglan with wide eyes, he had some hearing problems, Ling Qinglan spoke in a small voice, he didn't hear it.

"Nothing. Ling Qinglan was a little weak by Long Yuan's staring, and shook her head.

"Oh, I'm going to eat something, the eggplant that Xiaoxiao fried last time is fragrant, put some minced garlic, cumin pepper, and add some soy sauce It's so delicious, I didn't enjoy it last time, I'll find the fifth senior brother to eat it together." With that, Long Yuan left Ling Qinglan's room.

"Stupid, big stupid!" Ling Qinglan slammed the door shut, causing a hula sound to sound from the window paper on the lattice.

In the evening, Long Yuan, Ling Qinglan and Erlong Liangyuan and others went to Moonlight Street together, and the various stalls on the street have not yet closed their stalls, because a storyteller came a few days ago and would rap the drum allegro here at night, so it attracted a lot of people, and these stalls can also take advantage of this to make more money.

"There are so many bamboo boards, hey, let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about something tonight, talk about the myths of this world......"

The sound of striking allegro storytelling came from the street. As soon as Long Yuan heard that tonight was a myth in the world, he trotted all the way to the place where the story was told.

"Little junior brother, go and help us grab the front row, there is a sour plum soup with melon seeds and Mazha in the front row. Qi Meiran shouted.

"Uncle, front row. Long Yuan asked for six empty places from the old man who sold the position, and after coming to the front row, he bought six maza, six packets of melon seeds and six tubes of sour plum soup. After a while, Qi Meiran and a few others also followed, and they all sat down to listen to the book.

Mr. Storyteller was wearing a long beige horse coat and had a hairstyle similar to Long Yuan's hair, looking quite handsome, not quite the same as the usual storytelling and singing songs. He stood in front of a table with allegro, folding fans, copper plates, and other things.

The storyteller turned his face and was stunned when he saw Long Yuan and his party, his eyes stayed on Long Yuan, and he didn't leave for a long time.

"Hey, go on, I'm almost done with all the melon seeds. Someone saw that the storyteller was silent, so he urged.

"Oh, let's talk about something tonight, talk about the myths of this world. Although it is a myth, you know whether it is false or not, whether it is false or not, let's not say, check the prehistoric carvings and murals, and the calculation is not bad with this myth. The storyteller picked up the allegro and played, and continued, "Rank, I have no family here for the Allegro drum, this myth is not the same single allegro, and the single drum is not clear." Allegro and drum are the real storytellers. It is said that in ancient times, Yan and Huang fought for the emperor, Shennong was defeated and retreated, and Xuanyuan was called the emperor. After that, Emperor Yan's subordinates were unwilling to be Xuanyuan as the emperor, and fought with the emperor for the gods, and was beheaded by Emperor Xuanyuan and buried in Changyang Mountain, and a generation of war gods fell. I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed, the descendants of Emperor Yan have been angry and touched Zhou Xianshan, the heavenly pillar was broken, and the earth collapsed. Since then, the sky has tilted to the northwest, the sun, moon and stars have shifted, the earth is not yet southeast, and hundreds of rivers and rivers have returned with the stream. It is also worth the Tianhe River bursting its embankment, and three thousand weak waters are poured into the world. If the weak water of the Tianhe River is allowed to irrigate the world, the heaven and earth will inevitably become a dead land for thousands of years. And guess what happened?"

"I don't know, you go on, let's listen to it with melon seeds. ”

"At that time, the Heavenly Realm was in turmoil, Yu Zhou Shuai's Western Heavenly Soldiers attacked the Heavenly Realm, and the gods of the Heavenly Realm had no time to take care of the human world, and even if they had the intention to stop the Tianhe Weak Underwater Realm, it was too late. Once the water of the surging heavenly river weighs more than a thousand times, even the Heavenly Venerable and the Buddha are powerless. At this critical juncture, a martial artist who had reached the extreme realm of martial arts used the power of Pangu to open up another world and remove the human world with supreme ability, so as not to turn the entire land into an ocean. But this martial artist Da Neng left the land of Shenzhou alone, and he was ranked, do you know why?"

"Who knows who that martial artist is?"

"yes, who is it?"

"Rank, I want to know what will happen next......"

"Fuck, please listen to the next breakdown?" Some people were not happy to hear that they wanted to know what was going on.

"Hehe, if you want to know what will happen next, those who have money will have a money field, and those who have no money will have a personal field. The storyteller held a copper plate and walked around the circle of people, although many people showed disdain on their faces, but they were helplessly aroused by the storyteller's curiosity, and they all put a gold coin one by one. Mr. Storyteller collected a lot of gold coins in this turnover.

The storyteller picked up a small drumstick and knocked it on the cowhide strand the size of a basin, and sang: "It is said that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth will disturb the world, and the warriors of the extreme realm of the world will save the world." This martial artist was able to break through the shackles of space and go straight to the heavenly realm, and learned that it was the gods of Shenzhou who spread the chaos of the heavenly realm to the world, and in a fit of anger, he left the land of Shenzhou alone.

If you think that the gods of the heavenly realm are worshiped by the human world, they do not think about protecting the human world, but leave the fruits of war to mortals, which mortal people know about this and are not angry, let's say yes or no?

Before this great power left, in order to avoid natural disasters, he single-handedly interrupted the passage between the heavenly realm and the world, and cut off the communication between humans and gods. In the face of the monstrous weak water, the upper gods cannot descend to the earth, only the earth immortals, demon immortals, human immortals and lower gods on the land of Shenzhou can resist together. That eternal calamity almost destroyed all the gods and immortals in the world. Since then, there will be no gods in the world, and there will be no immortals in the world. The land of Shenzhou also escaped a catastrophe because these gods and immortals resisted the invasion of weak water. ”

The storyteller picked up the bamboo tube and drank a sip of sour plum soup, and continued: "And the martial artist who can turn over the clouds and rain and pull out the mountains and seas and even open up the world is called Wu Tai Dou! Mr. Storyteller's performance was quite in place, and his subdued tone matched with his body movements and facial expressions, which really made everyone sigh.

"Rank, do you want to know where that martial artist can take the world beyond the land of Shenzhou?" Mr. Storyteller picked up the fan and knocked it on the palm of his hand, "If you want to continue listening, you will have to cover the second half." There are still people who want to come in and listen to it. ”

"Fuck it!"

"Mother's legs, and there are still such ones?"

A few of the fastest in the crowd were the first to curse.

"Brother, how can I listen to it so mysterious, this storyteller cheats money. The Yuan Ruofu brothers and sisters were also sitting in the crowd listening to the story. Yuan Ruoshen listened with great interest, but his sister seemed interested.

Yuan Ruofuyu scanned the crowd with a pretty face in her hand, and then stayed on Long Yuan, she had a deep impression of this young man.

"Erlong, hurry up, go and cover the second half. Long Yuan took out a money bag from his arms and put it in Erlong's arms, and Erlong hurriedly ran to the sales office to renew the fee.

"Little junior brother, there are beautiful women watching you. Qi Meiran pushed against Ding Long Yuan with her elbow.

"Don't talk, listen to books. Long Yuan waved his hand and hung Qi Meiran aside.

"I deserve not to have a wife in this life. Qi Meiran muttered. However, as soon as he said this, he felt that the horse he was sitting on suddenly tilted, his center of gravity was unstable, and he sat on the ground.

"Who ......" Qi Meiran turned her head back, and just when she was about to get angry, she saw Ling Qinglan staring at him, Qi Meiran was really helpless about this little girl, so she could only swallow her anger.

The listeners present were reluctant to leave their positions, and handed the gold coins one by one to the old man who sold the seats.

The storyteller took a sip of sour plum soup and began to talk again.

"There are so many bamboo boards, hey, let's not talk about anything else, let's go on and talk about it, let's talk about the big changes after the myth. It is said that the world that was taken away by Wu Taidou was called the lost world or the desolate ancient world by the world, but the people in that world were not called like this, and the Outer Heaven Universe was the name of the desolate world.

The land of Shenzhou is 100,000 miles vast, but the Outer Heaven Realm is so large that it is difficult to measure. However, although it is big, it is not as peaceful as the land of our Shenzhou. Do you know the reason for the rank?" "The storyteller will fan him, like a merry and talented man chanting poetry, shaking his head, which is very appetizing.

"You can imagine what kind of situation it would be if the Wumen of the land of Shenzhou entered the WTO, the Buddhism Gate set foot in the world, and the Xuanmen took the common people as dogs. In the Outer Heaven Realm, because of being far away from the earth, the will of Pangu that the warriors could feel became thinner and thinner, until finally there was no longer the mind to protect the living beings, because that great world was already a world where the strong were respected, and the weak could only survive by relying on the strong. Tut-tut......"

"This allegro is really good at, it's the same as the real thing. Yuan Ruofu pursed her lips, she was not interested in what the storyteller said. However, Yuan Ruoshen beside him looked thoughtful.

"Although the land of Shenzhou is 100,000 miles long, it is dominated by several big countries, and various forces are afraid of each other. Fangwai Zhongwumen Xuanmen and Buddhism have become a strong situation, and they have never set foot in the red dust, which has given the world a stable world. If there really is another world, maybe it is really difficult to form such a balance, everything is respected by the strong, and human beings also follow the law of the jungle. Yuan Ruoshen muttered to himself.

If the situation in the land of Shenzhou is not chaotic, there will be extreme situations in a chaotic situation.

Yuan Ruoshen took a deep breath, he was the prince of the Northern Wei royal family, and he thought about problems from a different angle than ordinary people. He also gradually understood why three hundred years ago, when Xixia and Dafang wanted to join forces to attack Da Wei, the lord of the Northern Wei Dynasty secretly restrained Da Fang and did not let Da Wei disappear from Shenzhou. Otherwise, once the world is in turmoil, I am afraid that the balance between martial arts will be broken. At that time, what kingdoms, princes, princes, and generals will all become history. This role of the master of the world will also be played by the martial arts people.

I have to say that the story told by this storyteller is really attractive, he gushed the story of the outer universe at the table, so that the listeners around him forgot to stuff the melon seeds in their mouths.

“...... Since ancient times, martial arts are not tolerated, warriors cannot seek the Tao, and monks cannot enter the martial realm. But!" the storyteller slapped his hand on the table, causing the hearts of the surrounding listeners to tremble.

"Is there really a person who cultivates both martial arts?" Yuan Ruoshen was fascinated by it unconsciously.

"There is really such a person in this world who has achieved both martial arts and martial arts. The storyteller put away the folding fan with a wave of his hand, and glanced at everyone, as if this was a real person and a real thing.

"Who?" Long Yuan asked, the frontispiece of the Zhen Domain's Fist Interception that he practiced, there were words from the Zhen Domain's advice to the martial artists of later generations, martial arts are not allowed, and martial artists must not touch spiritual power. Therefore, Long Yuan really wanted to know who had achieved both martial arts and martial arts.

At this time, Long Yuan had completely forgotten that he was listening to someone tell the story, and subconsciously took what the storyteller said seriously.

"This person's name is Mao Ying. The storyteller nodded.

There was a brief silence after Mr. Storyteller's voice, and then a middle-aged man suddenly burst out with a foul sentence: "Pull a few down, Mao Ying is a monk, some time ago a heavenly master practiced, I also saw him worship Mao Ying's patriarch." How can you cultivate both martial arts?"

Everyone also agreed, this compilation is too out of tune, if they haven't heard of the previous myths or the outer universe world, they can also listen to it for fun, but make up the things they know, isn't this playing them like monkeys?

"That Mao Ying from 2,000 years ago was only equivalent to a transcendent master among martial artists at that time. Yuan Ruoshen also frowned, he still admired Mr. Storyteller for being able to sketch a piece of the Outer Heaven Realm. A storyteller can construct a blueprint for such a world, which can indeed be said to be imaginative. But the martial arts cultivator he mentioned at the end is obviously a failure of today's storytelling.

"Scattered, go home and sleep. ”

"It's time for my daughter-in-law to warm up my bed. ”

These listeners all got up one after another, it was not too early, and it was time to go back.

After a short time, most of these idlers who listened to the book had already left, and Long Yuan and the others also returned to Longyin Villa.

Long Yuan felt a pair of eyes staring at him behind him, turned around to look, and saw that the storyteller was looking at him, I don't know why, Long Yuan felt both cordial and a little afraid of this storyteller at this time.