The Mantian River is close to the emperor's thieves, and no rumors can cross the Mantian River.

Only this storyteller is talking nonsense.

If someone dares to say it, then naturally some people dare to listen, and they don't ask when they come, and they just want to have fun. Storytelling is often a hobby, and storytellers have mixed truths and falsehoods, and their favorite tricks are exaggeration and appetizing.

To exaggerate it, that python, when it meets the weathered dragon, covers the sky and the sun, and swallows mountains and rivers. In fact, it could be an eight-legged snake.

Hang people's appetite, it is more direct, and there will always be a sentence "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown".

In the imperial wilderness, storytellers are generally a profession that is easy to starve to death, because they don't need to pay entrance fees to hear stories, and if they listen to it well, whether they give money or not, it is all up to their conscience.

Especially this kind of storytelling under the overpass, it is even more difficult.

Rich people, who will come under the overpass to listen to the story.

Will you?

I won't.

But the storyteller in front of him is not ordinary, he is telling stories on the Tiantianhe. Even if it is under the overpass, it is under the overpass of the Mantian River.

But there are still a lot of people who come and go, and they still don't give money.

It's just that this storyteller is elegant and radiant, and he doesn't look like a person who is short of money.

"Today, the old man will tell you the story of the second young master of the Ye family!"

"By the way, this second young master of the Ye family is also a legendary figure......" As soon as the storyteller said a beginning, someone interrupted at the bottom.

"You are very familiar with the second young master of the Ye family?"

The question was interrupted by a young woman, whose voice was not very sweet, with a hint of coldness, but her appearance was very good-looking.

When that kid from the Ye family saw me, he wanted to call me Master. Mr. Storyteller stroked his beard and said triumphantly, as if he was very proud of having Ye Shaoxuan, a proud disciple.

"Oh, well, tell me where his legend is. The woman laughed.

"Ahem"

Mr. Storyteller moistened his throat and said: "The second young master of the Ye family, named Ye Shaoxuan, is the only heir of the Ye family of the Emperor Desolate now, and the only descendant of the ancient fierce sword emperor who cut the sword. Moreover, according to reliable sources, Ye Shaoxuan is very likely to become the next Heavenly Emperor and subvert the ancient and modern Heavenly Emperors!"

When Mr. Storyteller spoke, everyone present shook their heads, their brows tightened, and they looked confused.

I thought to myself, this storyteller drank wine today?

What are you talking about?

Scattered, I don't understand, what is the only heir of the Ye family, the Ye family now has one eldest prince still in the hands of Emperor Shi. What kind of emperor slashing sword, I have never heard this name in the ancient fierce sword. What kind of emperor of heaven, a person who died thousands of years ago, still subverts the ancient and modern, it's just nonsense, and it's still the sky, why don't you go to heaven?

"Hey, don't go, what the old man said is true. ”

Fortunately, I heard that the book did not refund the ticket, otherwise the ancient ship under the foot of the story would have been demolished.

Some people are willing to say it, but it is not necessary that anyone will dare to listen. There are often times when it is better to really know something than not to know, whether it is true or false.

Especially at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Everyone is scattered, the overpass is still the heavenly bridge, and the river is still the river. The storyteller reflected on himself, and it must have been too high, without foreshadowing, and everyone didn't like to listen to it. It's really been a story for so long, how can you still make such a low-level mistake.

"Mr. said well, Ye Shaoxuan is so legendary and excellent, shouldn't it all be taught by you. Everyone dispersed, but at first the woman praised her in a negative way.

"That's not it, I'm the enlightenment teacher of the two boys of the Ye family, girl, do you know enlightenment?" said the storyteller proudly to the only audience at the moment.

"Then Ye Shaoxuan's flower picking holy technique, unkind, is also taught by Mr.?" said the woman's face suddenly sank.

"I don't know what the girl said, the old man suddenly had a stomachache, I'll go first"

With a bang, the storyteller said to go, and he fled above the sky, so fast that the shadows of the people were still on the boat.

As soon as the front foot left, the next second, five top gods fell, and they looked around, obviously looking for the storyteller just now.

"I ask you, what about the guy who just told the story here. One of the black-faced men asked the woman who hadn't left.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it, I'm just a vegetable seller. The woman replied coldly.

"You girl, so dragged?" The black-faced man's eyes were swollen, and he looked vicious.

"Third brother, forget it, the person is gone, let's hurry up and go back to our lives. "An older man stepped up to take charge of the big picture.

These five top gods are all Di Shak's subordinates, and it is rumored that someone is telling a story under the overpass, and it happens to be Ye Shaoxuan, so don't send someone to take a look.

It can be seen that this storyteller is not ordinary.

It's not ordinary.

Seeing that the emperor's men had dispersed, the woman did not linger any longer, covered herself with a veil, and walked farther away.

At this moment, in the Imperial Palace, on the surface, everyone seemed to be busy like a mess, and the pace of walking was seventeen or eighteen minutes faster than usual.

But in the depths of the imperial mansion, it was extraordinarily quiet, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating, without a sound, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

The five top gods just don't dare to breathe now, nervous to the extreme, the person who took the lead is the boss of the five people, and his body trembled like an emperor to report, the storyteller ran away, and we didn't catch it.

After speaking, after brushing it, the five people knelt down collectively.

"The subordinates are ineffective, please punish the emperor. They shouted in unison.

Emperor Shakti's face was expressionless, as if he expected that the people had not been brought back, and waved his hand, signaling for the five people to stand down.

Then he turned around and walked into the apse, and said to the purple incense burner behind the green gauze tent: "It should be him, he is back." ”

"In the Three Qing Twelve Turbidity, there are twelve immortals, and your ancestor is also a leader, but in the battle that killed the Emperor of Heaven back then, he was on the opposite side and could not protect him thoroughly, and the damage he suffered was not small, and he didn't care about the affairs of your emperor's family from now on. However, when I was in the Nether Realm, I saw him, he was a teacher, and the people he taught were the two young masters of the Ye family. ”

"Then when the Ye family made their own move, my ancestor didn't stop it?" Emperor Shi asked.

"Heh, if your ancestor had made a move at that time, do you think you would still have a chance to destroy the Ye family now?" laughed from the incense burner.

"Is he showing up now to make up for the sake of the past?" asked the emperor.

"No matter what he is for, it is a good thing for us to appear now, after all, Emperor Huang is too weak now, and we alone, even if we find Ye Shaoxuan, it will not be enough in this new reshuffle. ”

The ancestor referred to in the emperor and the incense burner is the first person of the emperor's family, Hongjun Taoist. The primeval-level characters in the Three Qing and Twelve Turbidity.