The Forget-Wearing Fairy Wine is also made by Mr. Jieyou. No one can take it out at all. Usually, the Forget-Wearing Tavern is handed over to others to manage, and Mr. Jieyou just lives in seclusion behind the scenes.

The top Taoist lords look down on the Forget-Wait Immortal Wine because it is only useful to Taoist lords with a level of cultivation below the level of the advanced Taoist lords.

"Brother Qingyang, please!" Seeing that his little thoughts were exposed, Mr. Jieyou admitted it openly.

"Yeah, okay!" Young Master Jieyou nodded slightly, and followed Young Master Jieyou indifferently and entered the Wangyou Tavern.

The teahouse on the roadside was scattered, and there were two or three shouts, waving fans in front of people, waking wooden slapping the table, dear readers, listen carefully and tell me.

The wind and rain of the country, the years, the swords and swords, have made so many legends in the world beautiful. Let’s see that he is polite and has dust on his clothes, but he turns out to be a storyteller in the world.

The woman in Tianshan guarded the city alone for the one she used to be. The crazy Kunlun family was hard to tell the difference. Who would have thought that she would never meet again this time?

...

There are two worlds inside and outside the Wangyou Tavern. It seems not big from the outside, but in fact there is a unique world inside.

As soon as the two entered, a natural fragrance came to their faces. Young Master Jieyou looked calm and squinted his eyes slightly, but he was quite enjoyable.

The Master of Qingyang always smiled, as if the breeze was stroking the hill, silently blocking the fragrance outside his body.

"Hehe... the charming breath is interesting, little Doyle." Qingyang Daozhu sneered in his heart.

The Wangyou Tavern is full of primary Taoist lords, intermediate Taoist lords, and advanced Taoist lords, but they are all separated by elegant means, so they cannot affect each other.

Of course, there were also some Taoist lords sitting in the lobby, quietly listening to the touching stories told by the storytellers on the stage.

The wind and rain of the country, the mountains and rivers, the chivalrous and tender hearts have drunk so many spectators here.

It is like a duckweed wandering wandering, but you have no roots. Don’t ask if you meet by chance. The country is like a painting, and each walks through a journey, and it will endure so many people in the world.

That beauty is so beautiful, she loves to watch heroes, and she tells the bloody storm of the world.

...

Just as Master Qingyang’s Taoist Master closed his eyes and listened, Mr. Jieyou suddenly asked a question, which aroused Master Qingyang’s interest.

"Brother Qingyang, do you think the storyteller on me is singing or telling stories?"

Master Qingyang thought for a moment and smiled faintly, "What does it matter if you talk or sing? The most important thing is to understand the meaning of it. This is what a true storyteller should do."

Young Master Jieyou pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed, "Hahaha... Brother Qingyang said it well, the storyteller should be like this! Haha..."

"There is a fairy room upstairs, Brother Qingyang follows me." Young Master Jieyou held his hands behind his back, looked at the light blue light curtain above his head, and then jumped gently to enter the top floor.

The light blue light curtain is not allowed to enter the VIPs in the Wangyou Tavern. Even if you are a senior Taoist lord, you still cannot enter if you do not receive the invitation.

The Master Qingyang's Taoist saw that Young Master You had left, and then flew towards the top floor immediately afterwards. Before leaving, he just glanced at the storyteller, then sighed and stopped looking at it.

Although the storyteller was blind, his face was extremely handsome. He was wearing a clean and white robe and stood behind a long painted red table. His body stood straight like a green pine tree, and he seemed to be young.

From the conversation between Master Jieyou, Master Qingyang learned that the storyteller was a senior Taoist lord and a Taoist lord with stories. His blindness did not come from the injury of his opponent, but from his own poke.

It is said that when he was an intermediate Taoist master, he went down to earth to go through tribulations and transformed into a scholar. He fell in love with a woman in the mortal world. The woman in the mortal world was burned to death in order to save him.

But he kept misunderstanding the woman, thinking that she had abandoned him for glory and wealth. The scholar turned from love to hate and worked hard to achieve success. Finally, he passed the top scorer and married the princess.

But unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. The emperor passed away and the new emperor succeeded to the throne. He fell out of favor and was excluded by treacherous ministers. He ended up having his wife and children separated and his family was destroyed.

Disheartened, he was rescued by a master of Taoism and embarked on the road of cultivation. As time went by, his realm of cultivation became higher and higher, and his memory was gradually awakened, and eventually he regained the realm of an intermediate Taoist master.

In a second thought, he also found that he misunderstood the woman he loved deeply, and the princess he married later was the mastermind behind the murder of the woman.

In guilt, he angrily destroyed his eyes and laughed to the sky, "I have been practicing for many years, but I am confused by such a small trick. Why do I still have to use these eyes?"

"It's better to destroy it and end this worldly relationship." The storyteller said, and made a great oath of the inner demon, "If you don't become a top Taoist lord, I will never restore your eyes."

When the storyteller destroyed his eyes, his own realm cultivation suddenly improved by leaps and bounds, and he became a senior Taoist lord. The storyteller also resurrected the woman, accompanied the woman for a lifetime, and left the Taoist lord's bloodline and inherited the later generations.

The storyteller called the Lord of Canghai and the woman called Bai Zhi. This is the story of the two of them. The story ends here.

It is difficult for a Taoist lord to fall in love with a woman, but if he really falls in love with it, it will definitely be unforgettable.

It is incredible that the Lord Qingyang will ascend to the Lord’s world with his friends and relatives.

You should know that when a top Void Immortal Emperor reaches the realm of Taoist Lord, he often gives up a lot of things, including his lover, relatives, friends, and sometimes even Taoist couples.

However, there are exceptions. If you don’t abandon these, you can achieve the realm of Taoist masters, but it is relatively more difficult and there are more disasters.

In fact, every Taoist master is basically a mystery. As long as he doesn't say it himself, outsiders can easily know it.

Master Qingyang gently walked through the light blue light curtain and entered the top floor of Wangyou Tavern. Mr. Jieyou had been waiting there for a long time.

"Come on, please come on, Brother Qingyang, please come in." Mr. Jieyou greeted him with a smile and took Master Qingyang into a private room on the top floor.

The Master Qingyang looked up and glanced at the elegant room. The wooden plaque above the above three light gold characters, Chaoyin Pavilion.

"The sound of the blue sea tide is intoxicating. Good name, good name!" Master Qingyang smiled and exclaimed.

"Hahaha... Brother Qingyang is too good to be praised. Everything here is left to the main Canghai Dao. I am just a hand-off manager." Mr. Jieyou gently waved the fan and responded with a smile.

The two of them walked and said, and in the blink of an eye, they had already entered the Chaoyin Pavilion. They were all in display, with elegant environment and fragrant air. They were really a place for immortals.
Chapter completed!