"The fighting has started again! The fighting has started again! It will never end! Can't we let the people live in peace for a few days?"
On the outskirts of Yangzhou, an important town in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a deserted grave in the mountains. ▲?????????Search??????520.??????▲
There is a simple thatched house next to it.
Sitting outside the house is a black and white giant panda, who is Rice Tong.
The old storyteller sat on the wooden post at the door, watching the news from Huang Tian's organization, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
In the past half year, China has been suffering from a shortage of resources and soaring prices. As a result, people have lost weight several times and look very skinny.
However, this little old man is still chubby. Not only has he not lost a pound, he seems to have gained weight again.
Based on his knowledge and experience, he knew that the Goddess Cult and the Second Emperor of Heaven would definitely take action against Poison Dragon Valley.
I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly and suddenly.
He was not really a god. He didn't know that Ye Xiaochuan had come back, and he didn't know that Ye Xiaochuan had learned about Nangong Bat and the Second Emperor's conspiracy in advance and had already made arrangements.
Now, he feels deeply worried about Gui Xuanzong and the situation in the world.
Suddenly, a white light came from far to near from the east. The old storyteller thought it was a passing cultivator. Unexpectedly, the white light circled around in the sky and quickly landed in front of this lonely grave in the wilderness.
She transformed into a young fairy in flowing white clothes.
Seeing this woman, Fan Tong immediately stood up and showed her the fangs that an iron-eating beast should have.
The old storyteller was also stunned and looked surprised.
The woman in white smiled sweetly and said, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for a few years. Don't you recognize me, senior sister?"
There is only one person in the world who can claim to be the senior storyteller.
Plum leaves!
The old storyteller trembled slightly and said: "Li Ziye? You... weren't you trapped in the two-dimensional space with Ye Xiaochuan Yun Qiyou?"
Li Ziye said with a smile: "How can a mere two-dimensional world trap me?"
The old storyteller said: "Where is Ye Xiaochuan?"
This old man doesn't care about Li Ziye's life or death.
However, Ye Xiaochuan, as the chosen son appointed by the Wood God, was the most important person to bear the catastrophe. He suddenly lost contact for more than half a year, which made the old storyteller feel very helpless.
Li Ziye snorted coldly and said: "You do care about this outsider. In terms of relationship, your lineage is the successor of my junior brother. We should get closer."
The old storyteller said: "Stop talking about these useless things. Is Ye Xiaochuan alive or dead? Has he returned to the world?"
Li Ziye knew that she could not defeat this little old man. Of course, she did not come to fight with the old storyteller this time.
He said: "Don't worry, Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou have returned today. Not only that, this boy has also inherited the Youquan Pagoda left by the Wood God."
In fact, Plum Leaf has never really left the two-dimensional space.
After being beaten away by Big Head, he has been hiding in the dark and peeping.
She saw with her own eyes Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou entering the Youquan Pagoda, and also saw the Youquan Pagoda fly away.
She had been secretly following closely until they reached southern Xinjiang, when Ye Xiaochuan used the Youquan Pagoda to repeatedly jump across the human world, and she lost track of him.
In desperation, he came to the city of the human world to collect some of the major events that happened in the human world during his absence.
When she learned that Tianhuo Dong was fighting in southern Xinjiang, she thought to herself that it was about damn time that Ye Xiaochuan came back.
If there is another delay of one or two days, the five tribes in southern Xinjiang and the Poison Dragon Valley will be controlled by the Goddess Cult.
Although she could not continue to track Ye Xiaochuan, she was able to track the whereabouts of the old storyteller.
After the old storyteller heard that Ye Xiaochuan had returned to the world, his originally pessimistic mood improved instantly.
As long as this boy is here, there will be no big trouble in the world.
He looked sideways at Li Ziye and said, "Miss Ye Ziye, how did you find this place?"
Li Ziye smiled and said: "In the past few years, you Huang Tian have been following me secretly. Naturally, I will follow you in turn. As for what method I used, you don't need to ask more."
The old storyteller's eyes narrowed and he glanced at the rice panda behind him.
His cultivation level is so great that he has few rivals in the Three Realms. Li Ziye's cultivation level is not as good as his.
If you tamper with him, he will definitely notice it.
Only this rice pail has never been hygienic and has not taken a bath for hundreds of years. Li Ziye must have sealed some mysterious mark on the body of the rice pail.
He didn't say anything, thinking that after Li Ziye left, he would kill the chicken from the inside out.
He said: "You came to me not just to tell me that Ye Xiaochuan has returned to the human world, right? Tell me, what exactly are you going to do?"
Li Ziye smiled and said: "Master, didn't he teach the Divine Calculation of Tiangang and the Nine Calculations of Divine Machinery to your lineage? As the only living god in the Three Realms who can deduce the reincarnation of heaven, you can count with your fingers.
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The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "Senior sister, you are still as vicious as ever. You clearly know that using the forbidden deduction technique is against the laws of heaven and will damage Yangshou. You want me to die early, junior brother."
Li Ziye clapped his hands and said: "Junior brother is smart, but it's a pity. What can you do even if you die? That Yuan Xiaolou has inherited all your secret arts and magical powers, and there are people who will succeed you.
Unlike my senior sister, who has been sleeping for more than 20,000 years, there used to be a phantom princess beside me. I wanted to pass on her legacy, but that little girl only knew how to march and form formations and study military strategies all day long, and was not interested in the lineage of cultivation.
I have always hated my master. I felt that he was too partial. He passed on all his skills to his younger brother, leaving me with only the false title of the guardian of the wooden god's mausoleum.
Every time I think about the possibility that I may die at any time and have no successor, I don't hate him anymore.
Once a teacher, always a father. No matter how you say it, he taught me, and it was because of him that I truly opened the door to the universe and heaven.
If there is no successor in Master's lineage, I will also be sad."
The old storyteller sneered at Li Ziye's words.
He mocked: "Ye Zi, a woman like you who is so selfish and will kill your relatives and sell your loved ones to achieve your goals still knows how to respect her teachers? Tell me, what do you want from me?"
If you are here to avenge Luoyang City more than ten years ago, then you are too naive.
Ten years ago you were no match for me. Today, I want to kill you, but you still have no power to resist."
Li Ziye said: "You have misunderstood again, we are from the same clan, how could I want to kill you.
I came here looking for you and just wanted to ask you a question."
"explain."
"Why did Qingtian risk a narrow escape and go to the other side of the universe to steal the jade tree's rare flowers?"
"Because the strange flowers of the jade tree can completely kill the Lord of Heaven."
"Don't fool me. This jade tree has been with me for many years. I know it better than you. It can't kill the Lord of Heaven. I want to know the true purpose of the jade tree. You should be the only one in the three realms who still knows it.