The Battle of Kunlun Mountain has spread throughout Kyushu in a short period of time and has become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.
These three words, Ye Xiaochuan, disappeared from the world for several years and then reappeared in the mouths of the people.
I don’t know why, from cultivators to peddlers and lackeys, everyone cares about this young man very much. His every move touches the hearts of people all over the world.
However, this time Ye Xiaochuan's reputation was completely ruined.
With Xuantian Sect, Piaomiao Pavilion, Cangyun Sect, Demon Sect and other forces secretly pushing the flames, Ye Xiaochuan's painting style has changed a lot.
In the past, righteous people called Ye Xiaochuan a "devil", but the common people knew the great things that Ye Xiaochuan had done. In recent years, not many people regarded Ye Xiaochuan as a devil.
This time is different. There are crazy rumors in the world that Ye Xiaochuan killed the two saints of Mount Tai, took refuge in the heaven, and used the monks in the heaven to massacre the human cultivators in the sacred mountain.
Under the bombardment of these rumors, Ye Xiaochuan's reputation was completely ruined. In the eyes of the world, he was already the big devil who betrayed the world and killed the two saints. He was criticized by countless people, both verbally and written.
The old storyteller dragged Yuan Xiaolou and fled from Lingxiao City at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
The big panda, Rice Tong, swung his fat body and followed behind.
Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise Yuan Xiaolou would have had to fight with those righteous cultivators in Lingxiao City.
Yuan Xiaolou has a good temper and gets angry because she heard the misunderstandings and curses against Ye Xiaochuan by those righteous cultivators.
She originally stepped forward to defend Ye Xiaochuan, saying that Ye Xiaochuan was a good person and did not seek refuge in heaven, nor did he kill the two saints of Mount Tai.
However, those righteous cultivators did not listen to the excuses, and even said that Yuan Xiaolou was an accomplice of the evil Ye Xiaochuan. Everyone took action together to uphold justice for heaven and kill the demon girl.
Fortunately, the old storyteller was more tactful and stepped forward to smooth things over. After some hard talking, the situation was stabilized and he escaped from Lingxiao City with his granddaughter and his rice bucket.
Already far away from Lingxiao City, Yuan Xiaolou was still angry.
Walking on the ancient trail in the wilderness, use a branch to beat the wild flowers and grass beside the trail.
He was muttering in his mouth, but he didn't know what he was muttering.
The old storyteller was riding on the back of the rice bucket, holding the reins around the rice bucket's neck with one hand and carrying a huge blue-gray wine gourd with the other. He drank sip after sip, very leisurely.
He knew that the reason why Yuan Xiaolou was in a bad mood was definitely not because those cultivators said bad things about Ye Xiaochuan, but because he heard the news in Lingxiao City this morning that Ye Xiaochuan had gotten married to Fairy Baihua, who had once been the commander-in-chief of the Taixu Department.
Have a child.
The old storyteller originally didn't intend to interfere in young people's emotional affairs, but Yuan Xiaolou was like a fly buzzing in his ears, making his head hurt.
Therefore, the old storyteller couldn't help but said: "Grandpa has long said that that boy is a heartless man and a scumbag. He told you not to think about him. You didn't believe it, but you believe it now.
He doesn’t take you seriously at all and has completely forgotten about you a long time ago! I think we don’t want to go to Qilin Mountain anymore. Let’s go to Yangzhou to visit your Master Zhengyi’s grave.”
Yuan Xiaolou said: "You are talking nonsense, my husband is not a heartless person!"
The old storyteller curled his lips and said: "You still call him husband? That boy married Tang's concubine, and now only Tang's concubine can call him husband. You are not even a second wife! You'd better forget him as soon as possible to avoid suffering in the future!"
Rice Tong made a whirring sound, seeming to agree with what the old storyteller said.
Yuan Xiaolou was angry and annoyed, so he slapped Fantong's big butt several times with the branch in his hand.
The rice bucket was in pain and he immediately started running, almost knocking the old storyteller off his back.
The rice bucket only ran about twenty or thirty feet before stopping on the ancient road. The hair on its body stood up, as if it was in a defensive posture.
The old storyteller was riding on its back, feeling a little dazed.
Yuan Xiaolou came after him with a tree branch. When he was about to continue beating the rice bucket, he realized something was wrong.
Looking forward, I saw two people standing in front of the ancient road, a man and a woman.
The man had his back to them. He looked very young and was wearing gorgeous silk clothes. It could be vaguely seen from his back that he was shaking a folding fan.
This silhouette of Yuan Xiaolou looked familiar, as if he had seen it before.
As for the woman, she was dressed in goose-yellow clothes and looked very beautiful. She had an indescribable aura about her that was both unruly and humble.
She stood on the road beside the gorgeous man, looking at Yuan Xiaolou and the other two.
At this time, the man's voice sounded slowly on the ancient wilderness road.
The voice was very gentle and delicate, sounding like the voice of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.
Said: "A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and we meet again everywhere in life. Miss Xiaolou, Mr. Wu, we meet again."
Yuan Xiaolou's face froze. This voice was very familiar to her. It was the powerful Xumi in the heaven she knew, the son of God, Hua Wuyou! Speaking of which, Yuan Xiaolou could live to this day, because of the relationship between Hua Wuyou and the old storyteller.
Each takes half the credit.
If Hua Wuyou hadn't come to the rescue and brought Yuan Xiaolou out of Samsara Peak, there wouldn't have been the story like the old storyteller who used the resurrecting magic for Yuan Xiaolou.
Yuan Xiaolou took a few steps forward and said, "You are..." Hua Wuyou turned around, with a faint smile on his face that made even women jealous.
However, such a handsome young man looked very vulgar with a gaudy big peony painted on the folding fan in his hand.
It's like a good piece of naan bread with a piece of shit smeared on it, it's very disgusting.
Yuan Xiaolou said in surprise: "Young Master, it's really you!"
Hua Wuyou smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for eight years. Miss Xiaolou has changed so much that I almost didn't recognize her."
Yuan Xiaolou threw away the branch and scratched his face.
Said: "My face is disguised, which makes it easier for me to travel around the world."
The old storyteller got down from the rice bucket's back and said: "Playboy, I didn't expect you to be here."
Hua Wuyou said: "My life is very long and boring. I heard that there is a lot of excitement here in Kunlun Mountain, so I came over to take a look.
As expected, I was not disappointed. The drama in Kunlun Mountain was really exciting.
It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, Miss Xiaolou is still with you."
The old storyteller said: "When you entrusted the small building to me, how could I dare to neglect you?
Now Xiaolou is my granddaughter."
Hua Wuyou nodded and said, "With you by my side, I feel relieved.
Where are you going?
Ah Cheng and I will stay in China for a while longer, can we accompany you for a few days?"
The old storyteller, Yuan Xiaolou and Rice Tong were not willing.
But Hua Wuyou had no intention of discussing with them at all.
He glanced at Ah Cheng, who turned around and walked into a piece of grass, and soon led out three mules.
Obviously, he had already prepared transportation and a mule for Yuan Xiaolou.
