Yun Liantian came to the Netherworld Grassland in person, and the matter of severely hitting the Qing Ming who was also on the Supreme Heavenly List with one move obviously did not spread. The former will not say, and the latter will not dare to say.

Both of these people are smart people, and smart people have their own tacit understanding that smart people have. This is just like when Lin Hongxuan was on the Xihuang Mountain, he clearly recognized the person who fought with him in the air, but he was also silent.

If you don't say it, you really don't dare to say it.

Since a strong person of that level is hidden in the dark, he doesn't want the truth to be revealed to the world. Whatever his purpose or conspiracy is, at least not yet when it really tears his face. But if Lin Hongxuan really pierced the layer of window paper at the beginning, the other party turned from light to dark...... Then the conspiracy may turn into a yang conspiracy, but at that time, if Lin Hongxuan, a top powerhouse, is lost, it will definitely be Xihuang Mountain that will suffer first.

Perhaps this kind of disguised compromise will boost the enemy's arrogance, so that the other side can be more unscrupulous and secretly arrange troops and fuel the flames...... But in the same way, he is also buying time for his side.

To put it bluntly, this is a big gamble, and the bet is on that slim chance...... Although the odds of such a miracle are pitiful, they ...... But it's not really non-existent

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Just when Yun Liantian secretly visited the Netherworld Grassland, and Meng Chen and the others were still on the road, it would take a few days to return, and the Star and Moon Hall ...... A guest also came. This person is actually no one else, but the mysterious "old friend" that Uncle Seven once met late at night, and his trip is exactly the same as the last time, still shrouded in black robes, covered tightly from head to toe.

Only this time, there was a faint palpitating cold aura on his body, and the place where he passed made the early winter immediately turn into Sanjiu, and the chill was bone-chilling. When he arrived, he sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, without the slightest restraint, as if this was his dwelling.

The sudden drop in temperature in the courtyard did not freeze the spring breeze-like smile on Uncle Seven's face, and he still said softly as usual: "Here, I'll make you tea." ”

The mysterious man didn't speak, just sat quietly on the stone table, watched Uncle Seven walk into the house, and after a while, he walked out of the house with a teapot and a cup.

Uncle Seven always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't notice anything abnormal at all, he carefully picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for the mysterious man, and then smiled: "Please"

The mysterious man picked up the teacup and drank it down. The seventh uncle poured again, and the mysterious man drank again...... Still after four cups, the teapot bottomed out. The mysterious man drank the last glass, lowered his head slightly, and suddenly said in a somewhat muffled voice: "I'm going to die!"

The smile on Uncle Seven's face only lingered for a moment before returning to normal, and there was only a trace of almost undetectable ripples in his eyes, as if life and death were so normal in his eyes that they were as normal as eating and drinking.

The mysterious man looked at Uncle Seven fixedly, and after half a sound, he suddenly said in a strange tone: "Your reaction is too flat......

Uncle Seven chuckled and said, "How amazing can you be when you already know something?"

The mysterious man was puzzled and said, "You know?"

Uncle Seven smiled without saying a word, stretched out a finger and pointed under the other party, the mysterious man looked down, only to see that a faint layer of hoarfrost had floated on the ground under his feet. He chuckled and said, "I see"

Uncle Seven asked softly, "How long can it last?"

The mysterious man was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "A year or two."

Uncle Seven nodded, and asked casually, "Where are you going to go after leaving here?"

The mysterious man hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Falling God Peak"

Hearing these three words, Uncle Seven finally frowned, and the smile that had always hung on the corner of his mouth slowly froze, he looked at the other party, there was an indescribable deep meaning in his eyes, and he asked softly, "What are you going to do there?"

The mysterious man took a deep breath, and only after a long time did he whisper, "Make up for the mistakes I once made."

Uncle Seven fell into silence again, and the mysterious man did not speak again, and for a while, the silence in the field was a little terrifying. Only the layer of hoarfrost on the ground continued to spread in all directions, occasionally making a strange soft noise.

After a long time, Uncle Seven raised his head, looked at the other party with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Can you really put it down?" The mysterious man said in a calm voice: "If you die, if you don't let go, you have to let go, just like ...... That Lin Hongxuan is generally ......"

The mysterious man slowly got up, looked up at the sky, and said softly: "People are really strange, they want to chase many things when they are alive, and they even don't hesitate to shed their blood for them...... But in the end, when he really wanted to die, he realized that everything was nothing compared to his fate. ”

Uncle Seven said softly: "Yes, everyone knows this truth, but ...... But not everyone understands it, and even if some people do, they don't really understand it......"

The mysterious man chuckled and said, "You've always spoken so profoundly. ”

Uncle Seven smiled: "It's not profound, it's not good, I can't scare you young people."

Called "young man" by the seventh uncle, this mysterious man didn't care at all, he sighed lightly and muttered, "I'm leaving!"

Uncle Seven frowned slightly: "Don't wait?"

The mysterious man sighed again: "Don't wait...... I...... There was nothing left ......."

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Heavenly Grace City

In the inn, the middle-aged storyteller danced with his hands and spitted stars, how can the word passion be described simply. In the corner of the inn, Lin Xiu and the three of them sat around a table, all with strange expressions. There is no other reason, but because what the middle-aged man in this book talks about is exactly what the Western Emperor fought against the heroes......

"A good Lin Hongxuan, although he is in his twilight years, he can really be called old and strong, old and strong, his left hand is the sun, moon and stars, his right hand is away from Kan Qiankun, his beard is upside down, there is chaos rising in his eyes, and even above the nine heavens, there is the sound of the Tao of Heaven to cheer for him, such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, and like the evening drum and morning bell. That kind of momentum, even if it wasn't the Nine Heavens God King's descent to earth, it was an out-and-out angry-eyed Vajra wow...... Do you know the piano idiot in Shenxu Canyon? Do you know the long-term hatred of the Heavenly Saint Palace? What a hero that is. In addition, there are also the Qingyi Confucian Saints of the Eight Hundred Miles Dongting, the Red Tiger General who crisscrosses the territory, the Divine Sword who became famous early, and the Heavenly Sword...... In short, the top of Xihuang Mountain, it can be described as a living dragon and a tiger, full of gods and Buddhas......"

"That formation, if it were me, I'm afraid I would have kowtowed and feces and urine flying together...... But who is the Western Emperor, the Lord of the Holy Land today, the Supreme on the Heavenly List. In the face of this group of males and the enemy, he had no fear at all, but laughed loudly, and after laughing, he opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of Xuanhuang gas, and the sun, moon and stars in his left hand shook into the air...... Guys, guess what?"

The eloquence of this storyteller is indeed good, and most of the people were whetted by him, and they couldn't help but immediately ask, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man who told the story slapped the startling wood on the table, and took advantage of the momentum of the sound, and said in an excited tone: "It is simply the discoloration of heaven and earth, the translocation of Qiankun, the roar of dragons and tigers, and the fall of immortals...... The entire Xihuang Mountain is like the end of the world in an instant...... After the catastrophe, all the surviving strong people did not dare to raise their eyes and speak, but only promised and trembled...... That's really the ...... Look around and laugh, the heroes of the world are in vain......"

Hearing this, a burst of emotion sounded in the inn, and many people's eyes were fiery and full of fascination...... There are many people here, but most of them are people who are struggling for food, clothing and livelihood at the bottom, they have no outstanding talent, no deep background, but each of them has a dream of being strong in their hearts.

Although many people cannot become such a strong person in their lifetime, it is also extremely enjoyable to feel the supreme demeanor that looks at the world and swallows mountains and rivers.

The rest of the people listened to it, but Lin Xiu's face in the corner of the inn became more and more strange, Wang Quan endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and lowered his voice and said, "The situation at that time was really like this. In addition to the fanaticism and yearning that everyone has, there is also an indescribable regret and chagrin in his eyes, as if he regrets that he has not gone up to the Xihuang Mountain in the Netherworld Grassland, and goes to feel the posture of such immortals.

The corners of Lin Xiu's mouth twitched slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, he took a deep look at the middle-aged man who was telling the story, and also said in a voice so low that only the three of them could hear, "Of course...... Not as exaggerated as he said. ”

Wang Quan breathed a long sigh of relief, the annoyance on his face lightened slightly, but the heat in his eyes was still unabated. But at this moment, Lin Xiu continued: "But the names he said...... But it's not bad. I'm wondering how he, a storyteller, knows the names of those powerful people so clearly, and ......"

Lin Xiu's eyes looked left and right slightly, and he said in a lower voice: "Although some of what he said is exaggerated...... But it is a fact, for example, the one holding the sun, moon and stars in his hand should be talking about the Lichen Sword and the Dao Yin in the sky...... The mistake is not immersive, and it will definitely not be so clear......"

Wang Quan was stunned suddenly, he just listened to the rise, it didn't seem to be thought of the mystery, now that he heard Lin Xiu say, he immediately agreed, and subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man who was telling the story, his eyes were full of deep meaning, and even Xue Yan, who was wearing a light gauze hat on his head, gently twisted his head towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in the book still has some mechanical excitement and exaggerated smiles on his face, which seems to interpret his professionalism to the fullest...... As he spoke, the startling wood in his hand suddenly slapped again, and in the sound like a thunderous explosion, he continued:

"Who would have thought that there was a supreme powerhouse hidden in the sky, and he killed Zhou Yuyan with a wave of his hand. The West Emperor overlooked the realm of red dust, and he didn't even notice it before that. Who is this person? Why do you want to kill people and kill people? How can there be such a supreme cultivation that shocks the past and the present?"

This storyteller really knows the hearts of everyone, and he threw out several questions in a row, and in a few words, he brought the curiosity in everyone's hearts to the top. But usually at this time, the storyteller usually has to be shocked and say something like "If you know what's going on, please listen to the next breakdown", or "Please hurry up tomorrow", after all, what they do is to make a living.

Without leaving a little suspense, where will anyone continue to cheer tomorrow?

Sure enough, the middle-aged man in the storytelling suddenly stopped his voice, raised the startling wood in his hand, and looked at everyone with a faint smile......

"Bang"

The startled tree fell, and there were boos in the inn, everyone looked disappointed, and some people even got up and prepared to leave......

But at this moment, the storyteller's voice suddenly sounded again, like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens:

"That person is none other than the Emperor of our Great Cloud Dynasty...... Clouds !! the sky"

Lin Xiu's bodies shook suddenly, their eyes widened, and the shock on their faces couldn't be described in words, and the same was true for the other people in the away battle, whether they were sitting, standing, or about to get up and leave at this time, their movements were frozen at that moment.

It seems that time suddenly straightens up, and the world is no longer moving.

There was a dead silence in the inn, and after a while, there was a sound of "snoring", but it was the dry mouth of the middle-aged man in the story, and the old god drank the tea at hand freely.

After half a ring, the sound in the inn resumed, but the excitement on everyone's faces was indescribable.

Lin Xiu said with emotion: "This person really dares to blow, and he really can't talk amazing!!"

Wang Quan didn't climb Xihuang Mountain at the beginning, so he didn't have the right to speak, but from the blowing word in Lin Xiu's mouth, he already knew that the authenticity of this matter should be very low.

After Xue Yan, who was wearing a hat, came back to his senses, he suddenly snorted coldly and said, "These charlatans are full of nonsense, and they don't worry about being killed?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiu chuckled and said: "People are just talking about books, but it's just a mixed bowl of rice, what are you competing with him", Wang Quan also glanced at Xue Yi strangely and said: "Yes, why are you reacting so much, people didn't say it was you." ”

Xue Yan's face stiffened suddenly, but fortunately it was covered by a light veil, but no one saw it, she was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "I think it's me, if I really want to have that ability, I am afraid that it is a supreme honor for the two of you to sit at the same table with me to eat." ”

The three of them were talking softly, and the storyteller started talking again, this time about the green-shirted Confucian saint, who went to Xihuang Mountain three times back then. In fact, many people know about this matter, but the so-called knowledge is only for the matter itself, but it does not involve the details at all. After all, in the battle between the two at the beginning, it was impossible to know what happened without being there.

But this storyteller's mouth is really like a river, telling the ancient and modern...... I just told this story in a thrilling and exciting way, including what clothes the two wore in the three battles, what blades they used, how many moves they made, and even those words, all of which were about having a nose and eyes, as if he had been in the field.

Lin Xiu's face was getting more and more strange, and the richness in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, he always felt that what this storyteller said, if the exaggerated descriptions were filtered out, the rest seemed to be the truth of the matter.

He couldn't help but look at the other party a few times, and the other party seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Xiu sat up straight suddenly, a shock appeared in his eyes, his sudden movement startled Wang Quan and Xue Yan, the former frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Lin Xiu's face was a little unnatural, he took a deep breath, and said softly: "This person is so keen to perceive, so sharp eyes ......", speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then lowered his voice and said: "Just now he glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, I actually had a feeling like falling into an ice cellar, and my soul was frozen. ”

Wang Quan's mouth opened slightly, his eyes were full of consternation, and he muttered, "It's really fake." As soon as the words fell, he looked at the middle-aged man in the story, but the latter did not look at him, yes, and he did not have a chance to experience the truth or falsehood.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the inn, followed by a cacophony of human voices. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look outside the door of the inn, and found that more than a dozen guard-looking mermaids poured in, and everyone's face was murderous.

The first person had a leopard's head and tiger eyes, and his face was fierce, and after he entered, he immediately glanced around, and then frowned and shouted: "What about people? What about the storyteller?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the location of the middle-aged man in the book...... Then they opened their mouths wide in shock. In addition to the swarthy piece of wood on the table, and a cup of tea that was still steaming, where was the figure of the middle-aged man in the storyteller.

When the shopkeeper saw this situation, he ran over trembling in fright, and hurriedly said, "This military master, he ...... He's still there, and as soon as you come in, you're ...... It's gone."

Hearing this, the leader of the leopard-headed tiger eyes widened angrily: "Let go of your mother's fart, can a big living person still disappear out of thin air? What do you mean to blame me for disappearing as soon as we come in~"

The shopkeeper shuddered, and hurriedly said: "No, no, the military master, the little one means ...... Say...... He was really still there. Your voice outside the door just now attracted us to take a look, and at this glance, Lao Jia was gone. ”

The team leader said coldly: "Edit, continue to edit, don't Lao Tzu know what virtues Lao Jia has? Except for that mouth that can talk nonsense, it's not a fart." Just that kind of charlatan can still fart and disappear, do you think he is the lord of the holy land or the supreme of the world? Or are you insulting Lao Tzu's IQ?"

Pity this shopkeeper, although he listens to the people who have been replaced by Lao Jia every day, he also listens a lot to the supreme and holy places. But how would a businessman like him know what the Supreme or the Holy Land means?

He was just trembling and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing this scene, the team leader seemed to be angry, and waved his hand violently: "Don't say it, smash his inn for me."

Hearing this, the eyes of more than a dozen people behind him lit up, and their faces were eager to try, it was obvious that it was not the first time they had done such a thing as bullying.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xiu sighed lightly and wanted to get up, and Wang Quan was already halfway up...... But an angry shout rang out in the audience before the two of them:

"Stop"

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