The courtyard was still the same as the first time he came, and it was a little messy after a long time of being left untended; Bai Qingqian hasn't been back here for many years, and even the mortals who have been entrusted to take care of here have left several times, this courtyard was a gift from Su Suo, even if it was given to Su again, and now he is back to borrow it, right?

It's a mess.

Hou Yu returned to the place he was familiar with, but there was no longer the former Five Elements anomaly here, and it became a real retreat.

He practiced on his own every day, and then walked leisurely around the city at the end of the year, occasionally passing by the strange stone monument;

He found that the two mothers of Luo Yewang did not leave, and Zhao Xintong also did not leave, which made him sigh, which monk did not have a little curiosity in his heart? Like himself, would he leave in such an inexplicable manner?

didn't create a chance to meet them, with his current ability, if he didn't want them to bump into him, he would definitely not be bumped into by them; It's like if he doesn't want him to bump into him, he won't be able to bump into him.

After a month of such a leisurely life, everything was calm, and there was no news from the people of Tianxin Pavilion Qiushi Dao, but he suddenly had a new hobby, going to the teahouse to drink tea.

In addition to the flower shop at the end of the year, the most place in the city is the teahouse, which is also the way of life of the people at the end of the year, leisurely and free, without quarrel with the world, as if the big thing has nothing to do with them.

Of course, he is not obsessed with drinking tea, what really attracts him is the storyteller that will exist in every teahouse, which is not a specialty of the city, but the standard of teahouses all over the continent.

No storytelling, no teahouse.

The content of the storytelling covers everything, historical past, biographies, talented and beautiful women, grievances and hatreds, different ambitions in the rivers and lakes, ghosts and fairies, and of course, the indispensable Xiuzhen stories in the mainland.

Recently, the hottest thing is the shemale war, including Yingtai's thousands of miles of running, Blue Mountain's desperate bet, Zhenbei City's attack and defense, etc., real and fake, virtual and real, mixed together, coupled with ordinary mortals' ridiculous understanding of Xiuzhen, it has made up a heroic story of crying ghosts and gods, and he is still a protagonist in it, and he is sung by others.

Of course, in the story, he is no longer him, and has become a strange man with a height of ten feet, green fangs, and great strength, and he himself shakes his head; You can't come forward to explain it yet, otherwise you will be drowned in countless spits.

The fictional him is more convincing than himself.

There are many stories, not to mention other aspects, and the stories about the cultivation of truth are even more ridiculous and make people laugh, and real cultivators will not be more serious, but only think that they are pigs crying.

What attracted Hou Yu was a very remote fairy biography story, called the Romance of the Gods.

It is about a story that has no era, no time, no place, and is fictional when you hear it, and it is also deeply involved in the so-called fairy court; But judging from the fact that they almost copied the official positions of the mortal dynasty, it is self-evident who made up the story.

Needless to say, it was a down-and-out scholar who had enough to eat, and in order to make a living, he disrupted his limited understanding of officialdom, guessed knowledge of cultivation, and specious historical fragments, inexplicable racial disputes, and other messy things, and crumpled up a half-cooked pot of half-cooked smorgasbord in the end.

It is full of all kinds of naïve understandings, full of loopholes, confusing concepts, indistinguishable between gods and immortals, unclear heaven and earth, and the setting of the so-called saints, I don't know what it is?

In this world, Taiyi True Immortal, Da Luo Jin Immortal are crawling all over the ground like dogs, Feng Bo Yushi, Lei Gong Dianmu and other wonderful characters in the heavenly court are everywhere, for a cultivator who pays attention to the Dao of Reason, if the wind blows, it is Feng Bo who opens his wind pocket, and the thunder is Lei Gong who is there to beat the drum......

This kind of imagination is really speechless, basically similar to a child's initial understanding of the world, which is illogical and unbelievable.

However, he had to admit that it was a good story, at least everyone loved to hear it, even he, an already accomplished cultivator.

Because there's a very attractive concept in it: the Quantification of the Gods!

Maybe mortals don't have an accurate understanding of this, they just listen to a lively, pure entertainment; But it was a little terrifying in Hou Yu's ears, although he didn't understand the upper level of the cultivation realm yet, only the Jindan realm was about to start on the way to cultivation, and there were countless passes in the future, Yuan Ying, Yin God, Yuan God, Yang God, Half Immortal, Immortal, the level was too different.

But vaguely, he felt that such a concept seemed to be a subversion of the high-level of the cultivation realm?

Why is this happening? An insignificant mortal storyteller in a small teahouse is holding a book of ghosts and gods that I don't know who wrote it, and there is such a profound metaphor in it, it is incredible.

If you think of the baby list in the sea of flowers in Tianxin Pavilion, and then think of the baby list may be just a cover, but the real thing is in the small words that Zhao Xintong guided him to see: The sky is high!

If he were the author of this commentary, he would dare to assert: The gods have begun!

But he still can't understand it at all, what is a catastrophe? How to measure? What is God? How to seal?

Heavenly Pawn, is it a position in the future gods? A pawn at the bottom of the heavenly court? Who is he? Who is Jie Jiegao?

His brain was a little explosive, because he felt that he had vaguely touched something, but he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't dare to ask, and there was no one to ask!

If all of this is true, what the hell is that Tianxin Pavilion? It's horrible.

But this is not necessarily true, if only in terms of probability, it is a possibility that the probability is infinitely close to zero.

You can't scare yourself, and then you can't scare your own guts, even if there is the slightest possibility, it doesn't seem to be him who is worried, right? It should be those high-flying half-immortal true immortal masters, doing his thing.

He felt that he was a bit of a soldier, and the cup bow and snake shadow probably had been thinking too much about it recently? How much do you need to think about? Gu Hao is in front of him, he is now Jin Dan, his eyes only need to look at Yuan Ying, what is the use of looking farther, even if he sees the immortals, what problem can he solve?

Constantly hinting at oneself, comforting oneself, trying to stop thinking about those distant troubles, this is also a kind of state of mind adjustment, which is the basic skill of cultivation, a skill that every monk must master.

In the cultivation realm, this is the only way to deal with the demons in the heart, otherwise those who want to think about the east and west will scare themselves into gangsters sooner or later.

However, he retained the habit of listening to books, and it was as if he was uncomfortable not listening to a paragraph every day, and once he was a chapter and a few Jindan masters in the continent, he mixed in the tea guests, a pot of tea, a plate of melon seeds, and the surrounding mortals were immersed in the rhythm of the story.

If you don't use your brain, this story is not bad?

(End of chapter)