Suddenly, Zixiao had a bad feeling, and there was a fluctuation of spiritual power in this storyteller.

But he has already seen most of the people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, this person has never appeared in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, who is he?

Is it an immortal cultivator in the immortal cultivation world, or a god who has recovered his memory, or a demon?

What story does this storyteller want to tell, and why does it make him feel so uneasy?

Zixiao hurriedly pulled Wuwu and said, "Wuwu, or let's go first! I don't like the atmosphere here." ”

But Carefree finally had a little happy look, she was very interesting to listen to the storyteller tell stories when she was in the underworld, but she had never heard it in the human world.

With a coquettish tone, he asked Zixiao, "Zixiao, you will fulfill me." I'm trying to hear the storyteller's story here.

The story I heard in the underworld before, the storyteller has been dead for hundreds of years, and I don't know what interesting stories have happened in these hundreds of years. ”

Worry-free blinking, selling cuteness, coupled with Ling Xi pleading on the side, Zixiao had no choice but to suppress the uneasiness in her heart and continue to stay here.

But Zixiao soon understood that his hunch was very correct, and they shouldn't have listened to this story.

I saw the storyteller slap a small piece of wood on the table, and then his expression was a little low, and he said heavily: "Now that it is another year, in order to remind everyone of the sufferings of the past, today I will once again talk about this matter that has been almost ten years. ”

Zixiao's eyes widened suddenly, and he understood that what he was going to talk about was what happened back then.

Ling Xi obviously thought of this possibility, if he let Wu Wu hear it, it was very likely that he would remember what happened back then.

But when the two of them wanted to stand up and leave with Wuwu, they found that they couldn't move, so they could only watch Wuwu anxiously and listen to the storyteller's words with great interest, and then clap their hands and applaud.

Suddenly, the two of them felt someone tapping them on the shoulder, could it be that there were other powerful beings in this room?

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the ears of the two people, "You don't have to be nervous, she can't remember these things for the time being."

Because he and Zixiao had been to the world once, they longed for the world very much, and the moment they saw humans, they wanted to turn humans into what they wanted to protect.

That's why her last life ended with the most tragic result.

Now she doesn't have a good impression of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and everything that happened to him back then seems to her now to be just a story.

Re-experiencing the story from the perspective of a bystander will reveal different discoveries. ”

The two of them were not relieved by this voice, but they were even more frightened.

Who is this woman with a woman's voice? How can he be so powerful?

Zixiao wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The woman's voice appeared again, "You don't have to panic, I'm Brother Carefree. But I'm actually a woman, and I just turned into a man to protect myself.

Back then, Tiandao protected the worry-free so well that she couldn't see many things clearly.

Now let her be a bystander. ”

Knowing the identity of the woman who spoke, the two of them were a little relieved.

I also followed the worry-free coaxing, and I also wanted to hear what this immortal cultivation world is like in the world now.

I only heard the storyteller say: "Speaking of this immortal cultivation world, it is now lonely. Where is it like the immortal cultivation world hundreds of years ago, the immortal cultivation world at that time was really committed to protecting mortals.

But since the demonization of the deputy master of the Sword Tomb Gate disappeared, this Sword Tomb Gate began to decline.

The current owner of the door is even more because he married Bai Zhili, and his daughter is dead.

actually gave up the position of the master of the door to his son-in-law, and he went directly to Qingyun Academy.

To say that Qingyun Academy was also a place that immortal cultivators longed for.

is the emperor of the world, and he also wants to enter Qingyun Academy to study for a while. It's a pity that since the previous dean of Qingyun Academy succeeded to the throne, this Qingyun Academy is no longer what it used to be.

The deans of this generation are even more inactive, which is also a wonder. ”

Sanssouci sat on the second floor, next to the fence, closer to the storyteller.

Wu Wu couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask Mr. Storyteller, what kind of strange method is this dean of Qingyun Academy?"

The storyteller stopped telling and looked at Carefree, and the others looked at her for Carefree's question.

Carefree was a little embarrassed to be looked at by them, and wondered if there was something wrong with her question just now?

Xu saw the confusion of worry-free, and the storyteller asked: "If you want to say how strange this dean of Qingyun Academy is, it is really unimaginable.

It's just that I tell you about it once a year, and this girl seems to have come to hear me for the first time, and your reaction is the first time I've heard these things.

Dare to ask where the girl is from?"

Carefree didn't reveal his identity as the Hades this time, so he turned around and lay on the railing, "I come from a place where there are no flowers and leaves, and yellow sand is everywhere. ”

The people around were amazed and commented that they had never heard of such a place.

I wonder if this girl is an immortal cultivator? Isn't she from the immortal cultivation realm?

If that was the case, they wanted to kick the girl out, because immortal cultivators were not welcome here.

The storyteller frowned, too, for since recovering his identity memories and spells a few years ago, the storyteller wondered if he could find other companions in this world.

But he recalled the divine realm in his memory, and he didn't seem to see someone like Wu You.

But I found that she had the fluctuation of aura on her body, could it be that she was a person from the immortal cultivation world?

However, he had made it clear before that he didn't like people in the immortal cultivation world.

How dare they let people come here to listen to him?

The storyteller's mood was already a little wrong, "I have never heard of such a strange place, dare to ask the girl, what is the name of this place?"

Sanssouci explained, "In addition to the yellow sand flying in that place, there are also countless souls gathered there.

Many years ago, a god parachuted in and planted flowers for 800 miles.

I came from there, and my mission was to make Meng Po soup out of those other flowers, so that every dead soul could drink it, and then be reincarnated.

You can call me Meng Po, or you can call me worry-free. I'm not an immortal cultivator, I'm not a god, but I'm a ghost. ”

Someone in the crowd shouted, "What are ghosts?"

Wu Wu looked at the man and explained: "He has the same cultivation as a god, but he lives in the underworld and is in charge of the soul.

Spirits are also known as ghosts, and the gods who govern them are renamed ghosts. ”

As if he noticed that everyone was a little uncomfortable, he continued: "But you don't have to panic, I'm just a Meng Po who boils Meng Po soup, and I'm not a ghost yet."

Telling you this, I just want to say that I am not a person from the immortal cultivation world, let alone an immortal cultivator. ”

Turning to the storyteller, he continued, "Although your storytelling has only just begun, I find it very interesting.

But you haven't answered me yet, what kind of strange method is this dean of Qingyun Academy?"

Although these people still don't understand what ghosts and gods are, this storyteller does.

When he was still a god, he understood the plan of heaven.

At that time, Heavenly Dao created several souls and created bodies for them to be raised in the divine realm, but they didn't expect that it was only a few dozen days of hard work, and they actually died.