It must be the old man!

No wonder he is so out of tune, Xuan Yi said a little embarrassed: "Old man, the old Taoist priest in your mouth who is out of tune is my family teacher nine times out of ten, Yuan Zhen." ”

"What!"

In this world, there is really no coincidence that there is no book.

After Kenichi and the storyteller confirmed it again and again, they finally came to a conclusion:

The so-called immortal that Mr. Storyteller met decades ago was none other than Xuanyi's master Yuanzhen!

And these decades have passed, and the young storyteller has become an old storyteller, with gray hair and an old face.

And what about Yuanzhen? It's still the same as it was a few decades ago.

"It's really a day on the mountain, a hundred years in the world!" After learning that Yuanzhen had not changed much after decades had passed, the storyteller sighed sincerely.

Xuan Yi smiled and comforted him: "Old man, you can meet our master and apprentice two generations, and you have your own fate. ”

But for the rest, Genichi didn't know what to say, he was never the kind of master who would comfort people.

So he thought about it, took out a pill from his sleeve, and handed it to the storyteller: "Old man, for the sake of you being so close to my master and apprentice, I will give you a pill." ”

The storyteller hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "I can't help it, I can't help it, how can the old man ask for the benefits of the little Taoist for nothing!"

Although he is just a storyteller, he still has this backbone.

Otherwise, in the early years, he would go directly to a restaurant to tell stories, talk for a few hours every day, take dozens of copper plates, and drink a little wine, wouldn't it be beautiful?

It's just that he doesn't want to be restrained and finds a sense of ease.

Xuan Yi shook his head slightly, did not withdraw his outstretched hand, and said with a smile: "Old man, you can rest easy." First of all, this is not a precious elixir, but it has some effects on strengthening the body and prolonging life. Secondly, I gave you this pill, in fact, it is also selfish. ”

The old gentleman made a joke and said, "Xiaodao chief, if you ask for money, the old man doesn't have it, there are no bottles and cans, there are no on the day." ”

Xuan Yi smiled dumbly and said, "I just want to hear you a few more times when I pass by here in the future, so don't shirk it, sir." ”

Mr. Storyteller is not a hypocritical person, and since everyone has talked about this, there is no need for him to continue to shirk.

And looking at the appearance of Xiao Daochang, it is estimated that this pill is indeed not a good thing for him, but it is different for ordinary people like him.

So, Mr. Storyteller's face became serious, solemnly settling the pill handed over by Xuanyi, and said seriously: "Little Daoist, little old man is here, and he first wrote about the gift of medicine from the immortal master!"

Xuanyi waved his hand and said, "The old gentleman is polite." ”

Then, Xuan Yi remembered what his master had told him, so he reminded: "However, in order to reduce some unnecessary trouble, you should just take the pill at this time, and there is no problem with drinking that wine." ”

The storyteller nodded, he still understands the truth of "the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty".

Although he may not meet anyone who knows the goods in the circle he lives, it is always right to be careful.

So, he took the pill directly, but he didn't feel anything special, but he felt a trace of warmth in his stomach.

Xuan Yi added on the side: "The temperament of this pill is relatively mild, it belongs to the long stream of water, and it will slowly help you improve your physique, you don't have to worry about anything." ”

The storyteller nodded when he heard this, and replied with a smile: "What the little Taoist said, the old man will naturally remember, but it's just ......."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stopped talking.

"Sir, if you have anything to say, just say it. ”

"This ...... In fact, the old man just wanted to ask more, listen to what the little Taoist said before, are you looking for someone when you pass by here this time?"

When Xiao Xuan heard this, his expression darkened.

When the storyteller saw it, he hurriedly said, "This... This one... Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else.

Mainly, I've also been in this Sky Blue City for more than 20 years, and I'm a storyteller, so I'm quite well-informed.

If you're looking for someone, I'll might... Maybe I can give you a little news. ”

Xiao Xuan paused for a moment, and finally said: "Old man, in fact, the reason why I came to you this time is not all because of fate, but mainly because a friend of mine likes you very much, so I came to look for you." ”

"Huh?"

"It's a skinny little beggar, she likes to listen to you very much?" At this, the corners of Xiao Xuanyi's mouth rose slightly.

The storyteller frowned, the people who came to him every day to listen to books were actually not fixed, there was everything.

So just based on Xiao Daochang's description, he couldn't remember where that person was sacred.

Xuan Yi smiled and continued to add: "She lives alone in the mountain temple outside the city, and she is no different from other beggars, the only special thing is probably that she wrote a book, which is now placed with me. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Storyteller's face was a little surprised, and he asked, "You mean...... She?"

Xuan nodded, looking at the appearance of the storyteller, he must have known who he was talking about.

After all, a beggar who can write a book is not common!

So he continued: "May I ask you why you were reluctant to talk about the book she wrote, which I have read many times, and although I don't know how others have written it, I think she wrote it well. ”

"This ......" Mr. Storyteller showed a wry smile on his face, then sighed and said, "Hey, it seems that the little girl still hasn't explained it to you clearly." ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

Mr. Storyteller was a little reluctant to speak, but he thought that Xuanyi was a real immortal, so he didn't have so many worries, so he said, "This...... In fact, I have read that little girl's book, and it is really well written, and it can even be called a rare fine book!

But in fact, it's not that I don't want to read it, I really don't want to get myself into trouble, so I really don't dare to read it!"

Genichi frowned.

"Little Daoist, do you know that the story depicted in that book is not actually fiction!

That book is not so much a novel as it is a chronicle, but also the history of a fallen country!

And that country of death is a small country in the south of our Hechuan Continent, called Hualai Country.

Xiao Lao'er also met a person who claimed to be a fugitive from Hualai Country at the wine table when he was drinking in a wine shop, and after he got drunk, he told me in detail about the whole process of the fall of their country.

But actually, I didn't believe it, after all, I had never traveled far in my life, and the things he said were relatively empty, so I listened to it as a joke at the time.

But do you know what I found when the little girl showed me the manuscripts she had written?"

In fact, speaking of this, Xuan Yi already had a trace of enlightenment in his heart.

There is no other reason than the name of the country described in that book!

"Hualaiguo. Xuan Yi replied softly.

"That's right, but that's all, when I first saw it, I was only slightly taken aback, thinking that maybe this little beggar had also met the man who claimed to be a fugitive from Hualaiguo.

However, as I continued to read, I was more and more surprised!

The plot depicted in her book is so detailed and the content is so extensive, how can an ordinary beggar conjure up it?

In addition to the official system of the dynasty, the name of the country, the palace group, major battles, the general trend, the people's livelihood, as well as the daily life, etiquette, clothing, etc. of the royal family, all of which are vividly described!

Since the little Taoist has read that book, he has naturally noticed these characteristics.

Of course, if you are a cultivator and don't know much about the world, you will definitely not know how shocking it is to be able to write these things!"

The little Taoist priest smiled bitterly when he heard this, he really didn't know that he could write these things before, and it would be a great thing.

He's just simple. I was infected by the world described by the little beggar.

Mr. Storyteller continued: "Moreover, the things written in her book are different from what the fugitive said to me when he was drunk, although there are differences in details, after all, the two of them stand from different angles, but the content is very similar!"

"What do you mean, old sir?"