The heavy snowfall in recent days has made the largest restaurant in Tianshui City particularly deserted.
It's already noon, it's meal time, and there aren't many diners.
There is a small table at the staircase connecting the first floor lobby of Yuelai Inn to the second floor.
A short, fat, white-haired old man sat behind the table, with a gavel and a pot of tea placed on the table.
The old man was stunned and said loudly: "Joking about the affairs of the world and discussing people of the past and present. Last time we mentioned that Ye Xiaochuan personally led 20,000 human cultivators to counterattack the heaven.
Some guests couldn't help but ask, the immortals in the heaven are so powerful, and Ye Xiaochuan only led 20,000 human cultivators into the heaven, wasn't he going to die?
In fact, this is not the case. The strategic purpose of this counterattack on the Heaven Realm is twofold. The first is to eliminate the effective strength of the Heaven Realm monks gathered on the other side of the Gate of Catastrophe.
The second is to destroy the door of catastrophe and buy time for the world.
It can be said that without Ye Xiaochuan, there would be no peace in the world for these ten years..."
Several diners in the lobby on the first floor nodded slightly.
Although Ye Xiaochuan's reputation in the world today is not good, the masses are sharp-eyed. The peace in the world in the past ten years was indeed created by Ye Xiaochuan.
Of course, Ye Xiaochuan brought more than just ten years of peace to the world.
The most important thing is that through these ten years of hard work, the human world is ready to face the powerful enemies in the heavens.
If the second wave and the third wave of reinforcements from Heaven had descended to the realm as scheduled, the outcome of the Battle of Yingzui Cliff and the Battle of Qixing Mountain would have been destined to be rewritten, and human civilization might have perished long ago.
In the hearts of many people, Ye Xiaochuan has always been a great hero in the world, not a devil.
Suddenly, the voice of the fat old storyteller stopped, and his eyes stared straight at the door of Yuelai Inn.
A beautiful woman dressed in white as snow walked in from the door, holding a long sword with a scabbard and a snow-white hilt in her hand.
As soon as she entered, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Most of the people dining in the inn today were ordinary mortals, and only three or five were cultivators.
Those ordinary mortals had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Every one of them was dumbfounded and drooled.
As for the three or five cultivators, they recognized this beautiful woman with long flowing hair at a glance, and all of them had expressions of surprise on their faces.
Yun Qiyou!
In the morning, Yun Qiyou thought that her charm had faded when she was ignored by a giant panda at the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.
As soon as she saw the reaction of this group of people, she immediately regained her confidence.
She is still the white swan standing among the chickens, the most dazzling star in the night sky.
She did not go up to the second floor, but sat down at a table near the storyteller in the lobby on the first floor.
The fat old man who was the storyteller seemed to be shaking a little, and he continued to talk about the battle to counterattack the heaven.
Yun Qiyou didn't bother the waiter, he reached for the teapot and teacup in the middle of the table, and then poured himself a cup of tea.
She was holding the bad tea and staring intently at the fat storyteller.
He seemed to be very interested in Ye Xiaochuan's counterattack against Heaven.
The originally noisy Yuelai Inn has become very quiet since Yun Qiyou came in. Only the voice of storytellers can be heard echoing in the inn, and the atmosphere is a little strange.
Listening to the book is a lively experience, with the observers constantly asking questions and the storyteller constantly answering them.
Now there is no question-and-answer session from the audience, which is very different.
Yun Qiyou originally thought that this storyteller, like other storytellers, would tell the story of Ye Xiaochuan and the human masters who besieged the heavenly fire god Zhuohuo.
But what surprised Yun Qiyou was that the storyteller did not go into too much detail about the battle in which the human monks captured the God of Fire alive, but only briefly described it in the Spring and Autumn Period.
This storyteller mainly tells the story of what happened in front of the Gate of Catastrophe after capturing the Fire God Zhuo Huan alive.
"As all the spectators know, Fairy Ling Bing Yun Qiyou on Cangyun Mountain is the daughter of the evil god and Fairy Xuanshuang. At that time Fairy Ling Bing also participated in the battle against the sky.
Fairy Xuanshuang, who lives in heaven, immediately went to the Gate of Catastrophe to see her daughter.
One day in the heaven and one year in the human world. It has only been a month since Fairy Ling Bing was sent to the human world. Her appearance has already undergone earth-shaking changes from before she left the heaven.
The meeting between mother and daughter is extremely touching..."
Yun Qiyou was very surprised. Didn't the storyteller focus on Ye Xiaochuan's deeds just now? Why did it involve him again now?
In the past ten years, every time the human storytellers recounted the war against the heavenly realm, they mainly highlighted the bravery, fearlessness, and massacre of the city by the human monks.
Almost no one told that in the later stages of the counterattack, Yun Qiyou's biological mother, Fairy Xuan Shuang, and the wives of evil gods such as Li Tielan and Yang Zhaodi, had been there and even beaten Ye Xiaochuan.
For a while, everyone heard it was new.
Yun Qiyou listened with concentration. She had forgotten that memory, and she did not expect that such a thing would happen to her in front of the Gate of Heavenly Catastrophe.
Of course, even if she didn't lose her memories of those years, she wouldn't remember too much.
At that time, she suffered a heart attack and fell into a severe coma. She was not sure what happened next.
Not many people know the details of this matter, only a few good friends around Ye Xiaochuan.
The human storyteller has never told this secret history, and most of the audience thought that this plot was just made up by this fat old man.
The few cultivators in the inn began to worry about this storyteller.
Because they recognized the fairy in white as Yun Qiyou.
At this moment, the storyteller is talking about Yun Qiyou's past.
What if something made Yun Qiyou angry? With Yun Qiyou's cold personality, why not kill the fat old man with a sword?
The storyteller seemed to know everything and told everything that happened at that time in detail.
After talking for half an hour, when Yun Qiyou, who was in a coma, was sent into the time and space channel, he was shocked and said: "I know what will happen next, please listen to the explanation next time."
My mouth was dry as I spoke, so I lifted the teapot on the table, only to find that there was no water in the teapot.
So, the fat old man took the empty tea bowl, looked around, and then walked towards the nearest table where Yun Qiyou was sitting.
He smiled and said: "Girl, can I lend you a cup of tea?"
Yun Qiyou looked at him and said nothing.
The fat old man naturally thought he had Yun Qiyou's tacit approval.
He was a self-cooked man. He sat down on the bench, took the teapot from Yun Qiyou's hand, poured himself a large cup, and then raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He seemed to be really thirsty and drank continuously.
After three or four bowls, the teapot on Yun Qiyou's table was finished, and then he stopped.
