Li Ziye refused to leave, and the storyteller couldn't do anything to her.
In the end I had to acquiesce.
In fact, it would be best if Li Ziye could really give up her plan and fully assist Ye Xiaochuan.
Xu Tiandi left Huang Tian's organization behind because he was worried that Li Ziye would lose control.
Now Li Ziye is developing towards the best outcome expected by Xu Tiandi and the old storyteller.
However, the old storyteller could not completely believe Li Ziye.
After all, Li Ziye deceived even the evil god back then.
This is an out-and-out actor, and his acting skills are not average.
At least now the old storyteller is not sure whether Li Ziye has really changed or is just pretending to achieve her purpose.
Li Ziye asked the old storyteller about the news from Dulong Valley.
The old storyteller told him the results of his investigation.
After hearing this, Li Ziye sighed.
"Ye Xiaochuan's methods are much better than Xiao Xie's back then. In just two or three hours after returning to the human world, he managed to play with 70,000 monks in the heaven. He is truly the nemesis of the heaven."
The old storyteller grinned and said, "I told you a long time ago that he is the chosen one. Only he can lead the world to victory in this catastrophe, and only he can restore the order of the three realms."
Li Ziye's eyes were a little blurred and he was silent.
After a long while, the old storyteller said: "I will leave Yangzhou with Fantong early tomorrow morning. What are your plans?"
Li Ziye looked at the starry sky and said with some interest: "I don't have any plans, just take it one step at a time. By the way, where are you going?"
The old storyteller said: "Go to Cangyun."
He looked to the west, as if something big was about to happen in Cangyun Mountain.
Li Ziye said: "Cangyun? My hometown, okay, I will go to Cangyun with you."
The old storyteller said: "Miss Ye Zi, this can't be done. I'm a bad old man and you are a young girl. If we two go together, others will gossip!"
Li Ziye rolled his eyes at her and said: "In terms of seniority, I am much older than you. According to the rules of the sect, you have to listen to me.
Besides, I'm not afraid of ruining my reputation. What are you, a fat old man, afraid of?
It's not that I look down on you, but with your physical condition, you can no longer lift a spear."
The old storyteller actually made a big blush. He wanted to explain that when he was young, he was like his ghost master, who was proud of the flowers and was invincible.
The words came to my lips and I swallowed them back.
I was arguing with Li Ziye about my own heroic spirit, and it was late at night in the barren mountains. I always felt that something was wrong.
The next day, early morning.
The old storyteller rode his rice pail onto the ancient trail in the wilderness. Li Ziye, dressed in white and wearing a large bamboo hat, followed slowly behind with a piece of foxtail in his mouth.
The two of them didn't speak each other all the way, just like strangers.
Gradually, people migrating south appeared on the ancient road.
Most of them were refugees in ragged clothes, carrying heavy packages or pushing carts. Everyone looked numb and had empty eyes, as if they were bodies that had lost their souls.
It's just that the body instinctively goes south.
On both sides of the ancient road, you can see looted corpses from time to time.
The time of death is different. Some have been dead for several months, leaving only a pile of bones. Some have just died, with their relatives still crying beside them.
Starved to death for thousands of miles, with corpses scattered all over the fields, and people changing their children to eat, this is something that happens in the entire human world, and is by no means limited to Yangzhou.
The old storyteller looked at this human tragedy and lamented in his heart.
Of course there are lucky ones too.
Yuan Xiaolou is not around over there.
Otherwise, that kind little girl might have burst into tears long ago.
After passing through another group of fleeing victims, Li Ziye finally spoke and said: "Old man, you said those supreme and powerful men in the Three Realms were fighting each other for what?
The human world has become like this, even if we let them get the human world, what will happen?"
The old storyteller was silent for a long time, and then said something that Li Ziye couldn't understand.
"If you want the happiness of civilization, you have to experience the pain of civilization."
Li Ziye said: "Could it be that the purpose of the fighting is to make the people happy? In my opinion, if you want the people to be happy and civilization to develop, you can only build a new world and a new country.
The world is rotten, and people’s hearts are rotten, too. It can’t be saved.”
The old storyteller glanced at her and said no more.
He realized that Li Ziye still had not woken up from the eternal kingdom in her heart.
Southern Xinjiang, Tianhuo Dong.
The war ended the day before yesterday, but the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang and the four major corpse-expelling families in western Hunan have not left.
However, they drove the 30,000 Sword Immortals of the Righteous Way of the World who were entrenched to the north of Tianhuo Dong to Yulong Village on the edge of Shiwan Mountain.
Through the battle the day before yesterday, the top leaders of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang had a clear view of the ugly faces of these righteous sword immortals.
The Cangyun Sect only wants to use the Pluto Flag to use the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang as pawns, and does not care about the life and death of the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang.
This made the top leaders of the five tribes feel very chilled.
Gesang and others held sacrifices at Tianhuo Dong to commemorate the clan members who died in the war.
The entire Tianhuo Dong was filled with white-robed wizards and corpse-killers. They looked sad as they watched the corpses of their companions being thrown into the fire one by one and burned.
Suddenly, there was a fluctuation above Tianhuo Dong.
Immediately afterwards, a faint blue pagoda tore through the space and appeared above Tianhuo Dong without any warning.
The pagoda door opened, and a group of senior officials from the Ghost Xuan Sect, including Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, Wang Keke, Shang Yongye, Tianyu Pili, Qianye Shengjun, Black Mountain Old Demon, A Chitong and others, came out.
When Gesang and others saw Ye Xiaochuan, they immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"Master Ye!"
Gesang's heavy expression finally revealed a smile.
More than ten years have passed, and Kelsang can speak the Chinese language very fluently, and there is no trace of her being a foreigner.
Most of the hundreds of white-robed wizards gathered in front of Ye Xiaochuan were known to him, and they were all brothers who had experienced countless life and death hardships with him.
Ye Xiaochuan said hoarsely: "Gelsang, I'm sorry, I came back late."
Gesang tried hard to suppress the tears in his eyes and prevent them from falling.
She shook her head slowly and said: "No, Mr. Ye, you came back just in time. Although in this battle, nearly 20,000 people from our five tribes in southern Xinjiang and the four major families in western Hunan died.
But the Battle of Poison Dragon Valley resulted in an unprecedented victory. Our sacrifice was worth it."
The white-robed wizards and corpse exorcists all around nodded.
They had no complaints about Ye Xiaochuan's sudden transfer of 220,000 monks the day before yesterday.
The five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang are a nation that knows how to sacrifice.
There are millions of old, weak, sick and disabled people in their clan. In order to save some food for the young men, when the cold winter came last year, they all chose to hang themselves in the ancient mountains where they were born and raised, so as to become one with the mountain gods.
The day before yesterday, the five tribes of Southern Xinjiang were used as bait to allow Ye Xiaochuan to achieve a great victory in Poison Dragon Valley. From the chiefs to the ordinary tribesmen, all the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang were proud of this battle, and no one hated Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan saw that
Seeing the unyielding and unrepentant expressions on the faces of these people, I felt even more ashamed.