"The Five Heavens of the Divine Realm, there are ancient beasts in the Heavenly World, killing countless people, destroying thousands of sects overnight!"

"Ancient beasts, the Emperor Realm can't be defeated!"

Syllable!

The storyteller slapped the table hard, signaling that the audience was about to climax.

"Seeing that the Heavenly World was about to encounter the biggest catastrophe in history, the Divine Son of the Temple of Light happened to pass by, and the Dharmamu released a thousand rays of light, and fought with the ancient beasts."

"In that battle, it was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and it was fought for 7749 days, and even the mountains and rivers were razed to the ground by one man and one beast."

"In the end, it was the Light Clan's divine son who was superior in skills, suppressed and subdued the ancient beasts, and saved the people in the world!"

After the storyteller finished speaking, he moistened his throat.

The monks of the Divine Realm in the field clapped their hands again and again.

In the divine realm, storytelling like this is not common.

Ordinary people don't dare to tell about the Upper Seven Clans, let alone things related to the Divine Son of the Light Clan.

Therefore, they listened very energetically.

Many gods realm monks also sent spirit stones to the storyteller as a reward, and they were also very generous.

Whether it's true or not, they mainly want to hear the story.

"After talking about the god son of the light clan, let's talk about the god of the wind clan, Feng Xueruo."

"One person and one sword face the seven clans in the God Realm, there is only one person in the past! If Feng Xue took out a sword for his best friend, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan, and took back the things belonging to the Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan from the hands of the Upper Seven Clans, but he would never see her again. ”

"On that day, it snowed in the nine heavens of the Divine Realm, and the wind was also very strong, like crying and complaining, like a woman crying......"

The storyteller tells different stories, and the voice changes and the emotions are different, and it is full of details.

After telling the story of Feng Xue Ruo, many female cultivators in the field burst into tears for Feng Xue Ruo's affection and sexuality, and some even secretly scolded the seven clans in the God Realm.

Of course, the voice was very small, and no one heard it, and no one cared.

The words of a restaurant, even if they reach the ears of the seven clans in the divine realm, no one will care.

In the field, only Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan listened to this story very seriously.

Especially Mu Yuyan, she has the memory of the remnant soul of the Snow Clan's saintess, even if it is not clear, she also knows that what the storyteller said is not completely apocryphal.

She immediately looked at the storyteller.

The beautiful eyes were stunned.

Because she was surprised to find that the man looked exactly like the storyteller that Gu's Teahouse had hired.

Mu Yuyan immediately told Gu Lan about this discovery.

"It's him!"

"His aura hasn't changed!"

Gu Lan looked at the storyteller and was also quite surprised.

He had a few encounters with the storyteller, because the storyteller had said that he had written a book, and he had done it very well.

It's just that later, I don't know what the reason is, the other party resigned from Gu's Teahouse.

Encountering an old man in the divine realm, Gu Lan was quite surprised.

The storyteller then told the stories of a few people, without exception, all of them were influential figures in the divine realm, and the lowest starting point was the holy son and holy daughter of the seven clans in the upper realm.

Those stories are also told with emotion, as if he has seen it with his own eyes, which makes people listen to it very enjoyable.

Until the storyteller finished speaking, everyone was still immersed in the story, unable to extricate themselves.

"Mr. Zhuge , long time no see."

At this time, Gu Lan stepped forward to say hello to the storyteller.

Although he had only met once, Gu Lan still remembered the other party's name, Zhuge Qingyun.

I don't know if it's taken from "Good Wind Relies on Strength, Send Me to Qingyun", anyway, the name still impresses him.

"Gu Gongzi!"

When he saw Gu Lan, he said that Zhuge Qingyun was stunned for a moment, but immediately put on a smile on his face again.

He immediately started talking to Gu Lan.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhuge to come to the God Realm, it's really unexpected!"

"It was really condescending to let Mr. be a storyteller in the teahouse."

"Where! Where! ”

Hearing Gu Lan's compliment, Zhuge Qingyun waved his hand again and again, and said modestly: "I'm just an ordinary storyteller, a person in the rivers and lakes who goes around begging for a living, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!" ”

Then he explained why he had come to the divine realm.

The reason is that he never stays in one place for too long, and after staying in Dajing for a while, he leaves Dajing and goes to the East China Sea to meet a young man and receive a wooden plaque from the other party.

Through that wooden tablet, he obtained a mysterious inheritance related to storytelling, and accidentally teleported to the divine realm, which is why he has today.

"It's really not material for cultivation in the lower realm, after so many years in the god realm, he still only has the strength of the early stage of the king rank, and he has also hollowed out the family wealth he has saved over the years."

"Not long ago, I returned to my old business and became a storyteller in this divine realm."

"This Divine Realm Restaurant is very boring, and it's okay to talk about the book, so you can eat a mouthful."

In Zhuge Qingyun's words, his posture has always remained humble.

Gu Lan just asked, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a bumpy adventure.

Hearing the young man from the East China Sea made him unconsciously think of Chen Feng.

If it has something to do with that guy, Zhuge Qingyun's adventures make sense.

Although he didn't use the Qi Hope Technique, with Gu Lan's current strength, it could be seen at a glance that Zhuge Qingyun only had a king-level cultivation.

If the other party's hidden strength, there is only one possibility for so long, that is, the other party's strength is higher than Gu Lan's.

No matter what the situation is, the other party has no malicious intent, and Gu Lan doesn't want to delve into old friends when he meets old friends in the world.

He should even invite Zhuge Qingyun to drink a cup of spiritual tea with him.

"But it's disrespectful, then thank Gu Gongzi first."

Zhuge Qingyun thanked him first, and then followed Gu Lan.

After seeing Mu Yuyan, he didn't seem to know that Mu Yuyan was the Empress of Dajing, but he only gave a gift in the name of his friend's wife.

The three of them drank tea together, and the spirit tea introduced by Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan was naturally the emperor spirit tea he obtained from the system reward.

The rich aura of the spirit tea directly allowed Zhuge Qingyun to break through the realm that had been shackled for a long time and reached the middle stage of the king rank.

In order to thank Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan, he almost told everything he knew about the divine realm.

Among them even included the forces of the Divine Realm who participated in the Great Contest of All Races this time, as well as forces from other walks of life.

These are all the news he learned inadvertently.

Among them, the truth and falsehood are all judged by himself, and he cannot guarantee 100% truth, at least 9% truth.

"Gu Gongzi is high-minded, he was able to get a bite to eat at the beginning, and today he can break through the realm, all thanks to Gu Gongzi."

After drinking the spiritual tea, Zhuge Qingyun got up and took out something from his clothes pocket.

"This is a seed, and the wooden card was handed over by the young man from the East China Sea."

"After coming to the God Realm for a while, I haven't been able to unlock the secret, maybe it's just an ordinary seed."

"It's rare to meet a confidant in a foreign country."

"I will give this seed to my son, and I will see you again in the future!"

After speaking, he put the seed in front of Gu Lan, waved goodbye very freely and left.

Obeying orders somewhere is not the destination of this kind of charlatan.