Due to the disaster, Fengling Ferry has changed from a small ferry in the past to a rather huge pier, and there are even three more inns.
The old storyteller finally no longer had to sleep in the wilderness with his rice pail tonight. He checked into an inn.
The inn is not big, and is divided into two types: single rooms and full rooms. It mainly provides accommodation for the poor.
In this era of soaring prices and inflation, it costs three taels of silver to stay in a small, dark single room for one night.
The old storyteller opened one without hesitation and ordered a pot of millet porridge, twenty steamed buns, two roast chickens, five pounds of roasted knives, and several greasy hard vegetables, saying they were for midnight snacks.
It's not that he, a poor stingy man, suddenly became generous, but that he knew that someone would pay for all his expenses tonight.
As for ordering so much, can I finish it?
As long as there is a food bucket, even a humpback whale can finish it.
A thin old man and a handsome young man walked into the inn, asked about the old storyteller's room, and walked straight over.
The young man is Wei Sanliu, whom the old storyteller met the night before.
As for the thin old man, he is also an acquaintance, Mr. Qiu who opened a library in Lantian County ten years ago.
As soon as the two of them came in, they saw the old storyteller and the loser eating haphazardly.
The old storyteller, with his mouth full of oil stains, asked the two of them to sit down and eat together.
Wei Sanliu was very rude and immediately began to bite a chicken leg privately. Mr. Qiu was very well-educated. He was not as vulgar as his eldest brother and Thirty-Sixth Brother.
He cupped his fists and said to the old storyteller: "Brother, we secretly followed the female zombie tonight to the foot of Cangyun Mountain. Because the security of Cangyun Gate is very tight, we dare not follow any more."
The old storyteller didn't seem surprised that Pan Shu went to Cangyun Mountain overnight.
He said: "I have solved this matter. It should not be long before she leaves the world and returns to the Sea of Forgetfulness."
Mr. Qiu said: "What the hell is this? Protecting the human world was originally the mission of the Seven Organizations, but in the end we, Huang Tian, got involved.
Fortunately, that female zombie Pan was merciful, otherwise we would have lost many of our troops in the previous battles with her."
The old storyteller said: "In the past 20,000 years, Huang Tian has dealt with more than just this one thing, so don't complain."
Wei Sanliu, who was chewing a chicken leg, said: "Over the past 20,000 years, we have secretly handled many crises for Huang Tian, but no one in the world knows about our existence, let alone the achievements of our Huang Tian organization.
Brother, you have a big heart and don’t care about these false names. I am young and I also want to be famous all over the world. Let people in the three worlds know the name of Wei Sanliu. Let the world worship me. Build temples and statues for me and burn incense for the world.
Worship."
The old storyteller slapped Wei Sanliu on the back of the head. The slap made the energetic young man a little nervous. He stretched out his arms and hugged a whole roast chicken and hid far away, not daring to get close to the old storyteller in case he wanted to do it again.
Being beaten.
Mr. Qiu said: "Although what Thirty-sixth Brother said is more self-interested, it is not unreasonable.
Brother, when Patriarch Xu Tiandi founded the Huangtian Organization, he had only one mission, which was to contain and guard against Li Ziye.
Li Ziye had been sleeping in the past and had never appeared in the human world. We all thought that Li Ziye had died long ago, so we did other things when we were bored.
Things are different now. Li Ziye woke up ten years ago, and we still have a dozen brothers and sisters who have been secretly following her. If our strength is compromised for other things, we may not be able to complete the tasks assigned by our ancestors in the future.
This time we have direct contact with the Pangu clan, I am a little worried."
The old storyteller put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said slowly: "To be honest, I don't know for sure. The Pangu clan is not something we can mess with. That Pan's Shu is just an insignificant role in the Pangu clan.
, as a result, one person can challenge several of you single-handedly, and his combat power and cultivation are so strong that it is terrifying.
But besides us, Huang Tian, which other force in the world can handle this matter?
Yu Jizi, Tuoba Yu and other evil masters are unable to fight against masters of this level.
Yaoguang will not summon the guardian monks of the seven organizations in the near future.
As the woman of Jiutian Xuannv and the granddaughter of Xuanyuan, Xuan Ying is qualified to negotiate head-on with the forces and the Pangu clan. However, if Xuan Ying is allowed to handle this matter, it may make the situation worse.
Now the various forces in the human world are very scattered, like a plate of loose sand. It is already difficult for them to deal with the six tribes of heaven and humans. If we, Huang Tian, don't stand up at this time, the human world may be even more chaotic."
Mr. Qiu stopped talking and just sighed.
He was a little puzzled. In the past, the old storyteller was not of this character and rarely interfered in the affairs of the Three Realms. However, this time he actually came forward to talk head-on with the descendants of the Pangu clan.
The change in the storyteller's behavior began ten years ago.
The little girl named Yuan Xiaolou who has been following him around the world seems to have a kind of magic power, slowly changing the old storyteller's behavior.
Seeing that Mr. Qiu was silent, the old storyteller said, "I guess that's the end of the matter about the Pangu family. Let's talk about other things. Where is Li Ziye now?"
Mr. Qiu said: "Since Li Ziye and Xuan Ying bid farewell to Zhan Ying in the capital, they went to Mount Sumeru. Xuan Ying and Li Ziye are both top powerhouses, and there are many masters in Kasyapa Temple. Now our people can only
Set up camp thirty miles away from Guanzizai Peak.
Brother, we have been monitoring Li Ziye day and night for the past ten years. Except for the last time she went to Northern Xinjiang after the last battle on the sacred mountain, there was no unusual behavior at other times.
Could it be said that Li Ziye had no other thoughts?
Should our people withdraw?"
The old storyteller shook his head slightly, stood up, and walked around the small room thinking.
After a while, the old storyteller said: "Our people cannot be withdrawn, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. This woman can sleep herself for more than 20,000 years, which shows how firm her mind is."
She keeps following Xuan Ying, which always makes me feel like something is wrong.
The Thirty-Six Gods of War Bronze Medal and the Black Iron Order are on Ye Xiaochuan's body, and he can break the seal of the Thirty-Six Gods of War at any time.
Once the seal is lifted and the prehistoric God of War reappears in the world, the jade tree in Li Ziye's hands must be used to unleash the strongest combat power of the thirty-six Gods of War.
Therefore, we cannot let down our guard against Li Ziye and must monitor her every move at all times."
After asking about Li Ziye's whereabouts, the old storyteller asked if there was any news from the Demon Sect.
Compared to other news, Huang Tian's organization knew more about the Devil's Cult's news, because there was one of them at the top of the Devil's Cult.
Mr. Qiu said: "I just received news that there seems to be some movement in the Holy Fire Sect's exploration of southern Xinjiang. Many disciples in red appeared and secretly gathered in the direction of Qiming Mountain. Tuoba Yu was very concerned about this matter.
, sent out many scouts to investigate the number and purpose of the group of red-clothed disciples."
