The old storyteller did not deny what Hua Wuyou said.
What he said last time in West Wind City was a lie, but it wasn't all lies. At least it was true in terms of trying to make the last Lady Kingdom richer.
As for other words, they are naturally half-truths and half-falsities, and most of them are just nonsense.
The old storyteller is indeed inherited from the lineage of the famous deduction master Samsara Old Man in the past, but what Old Samsara inherited is the lineage of Xu Tiandi in the past.
Originally, the old man who wrote the book did not want to follow, but he was very curious about how the majestic Lord Wuyou of Heaven could rescue a dying girl surrounded by countless masters in the world.
He did not think that it was the cooperation between Hua Wuyou and Yuan Shaoqin that led him to save Yuan Shaoqin's sister. If Hua Wuyou really cared about the cooperative relationship with Yuan Shaoqin, she would not only take away Yuan Shaoqin just now
Lou, with Hua Wuyou's cultivation, he took the two siblings away. Except for Xuan Ying and Li Ziye, no one else in the square could stop him at all.
Moreover, big bosses at the level of Xuan Ying and Li Ziye would not care whether the two young people go or stay.
The old storyteller had been looking at people's faces for a lifetime, and he could tell that the person Hua Wuyou was looking at was not Yuan Shaoqin, but the beautiful girl Yuan Xiaolou who was lying in the beautiful flower bed as if she was asleep.
I remembered that in Xifeng City some time ago, I had just finished telling the fortunes of Yuan Xiaolou and Li Wanjun when Hua Wuyou appeared.
The old storyteller didn't pay much attention to this matter before. After all, before that time, he had met Hua Wuyou once in a tavern.
It wasn't until Hua Wuyou showed up just now and took away the dying Yuan Xiaolou that the old storyteller finally figured out that Hua Wuyou seemed to have been secretly staring at Yuan Xiaolou.
If Hua Wuyou was after the Seven Organizations jade medal on Yuan Xiaolou's body, with his method, he could easily get it, and just now Hua Wuyou didn't even blink when he threw the jade medal to Yuan Shaoqin.
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It can be seen that Hua Wuyou did not approach Yuan Xiaolou just for the jade medal.
The old storyteller boasts that he knows astronomy and geography, and can tell all the interesting things in the world. Once a person like him encounters something that he cannot understand, he will concentrate on figuring it out.
So much so that he didn't even bother to watch the lively gathering of the Human League on the top of Qianshan Mountain, and secretly chased Hua Wuyou here.
Hua Wuyou stared at the old storyteller, waiting for his answer.
But the old storyteller seemed unwilling to reveal his secret, and a wry smile appeared on his fat black face.
Hua Wuyou was very angry. He was called the Flower Butcher in the heaven, moody and ruthless. No one dared to disobey his wishes, and no one dared not answer his words.
I saw Hua Wuyou slapping her palm again, this time not towards the valley and woods, but towards the old storyteller.
Hua Wuyou can clear a valley hundreds of feet long and dozens of feet wide with one palm. If someone takes a slap from him, the consequences can be imagined.
The powerful palm force seemed to turn into a substantial wall. Before the palm force could be reached, the violent air pressure had already blown back the old storyteller's sparse hair and beard, as well as the clothes and curtains.
However, the old storyteller seemed to have turned into a stone man, motionless under the powerful wind of his palm.
His turbid eyes stared at the huge palm print that was quickly pressing over him, without seeming to dodge or resist.
The old storyteller who looked like a stone man just now seemed to have turned into a shadow that did not exist.
Hua Wuyou's condensed palm prints passed through the old storyteller's body without making any waves or noises.
Finally, the huge palm print swept into the forest of towering ancient trees behind the old storyteller, and a loud rumbling sound was heard, and countless big trees were turned into powder under the force of the palm.
The loud rumbling noise lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. Hua Wuyou sneered and stared at the short, fat old man holding a bamboo pole and curtain.
Said: "I have seen this move before, His Highness the Lord of the Underworld's Immovable Mysterious Magical Power. I didn't expect you to even know the magical power of the Underworld."
Faced with Hua Wuyou's temptation, no one can evade or hide.
The old storyteller had no choice but to activate the power that had been hidden for many years to resist. He shook his head and said: "The methods of cultivation in the three realms all come from the human world, and the same goes for Pluto's immovable mysterious power. It is recorded in the wonderful book "Xiaoyaoyou" on the human world,
For those who have Xuan Ming, five hundred years is considered spring and five hundred years are autumn. For those who have Dachun in the southwest, eight thousand years are considered
It is spring, and eight thousand years is autumn. The Xuanming in this refers to the Xuanming turtle. Its defensive power is a hundred times that of the Xuanwu turtle, one of the four mythical beasts in the world.
For millions of years, the catastrophes against the human world seem to be wars between the heaven and the human world, but in every catastrophe, the figure of the underworld can be seen.
The true magical powers of cultivating the energy of chaos in ancient times were spread to the heaven through catastrophes. It is not surprising that some of the cultivation skills of the human world were spread to the underworld."
Hua Wuyou nodded gently and said, "In this case, do you admit that you are the descendant of Xu Tiandi?"
The old storyteller shook his head.
Hua Wuyou said: "You still don't admit it now?"
The old storyteller said: "There is only one orthodox descendant of senior Xu Tiandi, and that is Li Ziye. Miss Guixian can't even be said to be a descendant of Xu Tiandi, so how can I dare to put gold on my face with this lineage.
Young Master, most of what I once said to you are true, and I do have some connections with the old Senior Xu. However, my true lineage has its own mission. We will not interfere with the catastrophe, nor will we interfere with cultivation.
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Things can be regarded as wandering clouds and wild cranes outside the world of mortals."
Hua Wuyou said: "You have your own mission? What is it?"
The old storyteller said: "This has nothing to do with Mr. Hua." Hua Wuyou said: "Last question, your cultivation level is obviously not low, why did I not detect any signs of true energy fluctuations in your body after several inspections?
Hua's understanding of the way of heaven cannot be said to be the best in the Three Realms, but it can definitely be ranked in the top ten, not necessarily the tenth. I don't think your cultivation level is much higher than mine, so I can't detect you.
The details. Either you have practiced some mysterious skills to hide your true cultivation level, or you have something that can be hidden.
Except for the rare treasure of cultivation, I can't think of a third possibility." The old storyteller smiled bitterly and said: "I only know a few life-saving means handed down from my ancestors.
, let’s not waste time. Resurrection magic does not necessarily bring people back to life. Seven hours after death is the limit. If it exceeds seven hours, the soul will be sucked into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pool in the underworld. If you want me
Come to rescue this girl from Xiaolou, and please tell me the truth, why do you think so highly of such an ordinary girl in this world? You can't hide it from me, I can see that the death of girl from Xiaolou makes you very sad.