Wuyun was frightened by Yu Sheng. She looked at Yu Sheng and weakly asked, "Who is the naughty blue cat?"
Yu Sheng glared at Wuyun, making Wuyun nervous for a while.
The person standing in front of her was the son of King Donghuang, and King Donghuang was a god who drew his sword against him for a penny.
Who knows if Yu Sheng has inherited the temperament of King Donghuang.
After a long time, Yu Sheng sat down and took a sip of wine. "Why did King Donghuang get injured? You have to ask King Donghuang. How do I know?"
Wu Yun, who was afraid to move, let out a long breath, kept writing in his hand, and wrote hurriedly: "When asked questions that he didn't know, the leader of the East Wasteland League has a habit of becoming angry. From this point of view, he is really the King of the East Wasteland.
's son."
She looked up and saw that Yu Sheng was still drinking. She was about to dig out some more details about King Donghuang and Lao Yu when she was startled when Yu Sheng was photographed in front of her by a wine jar.
"Come, have a drink." Yu Sheng said seriously.
Wuyun pointed at herself, "Are you asking me to drink?"
"Nonsense, besides you, is there anyone else here?" Yu Sheng said angrily.
Also, apart from half the people in front of me, I was the only one left.
She picked up the wine jar and took a sip, then asked: "Leader Yu, after King Donghuang and Lao Yu got together, did they live in this inn?"
"The inn was this inn, but not what it looks like now." Yu Sheng recalled the sadness of his childhood, "The inn was made a mess by them at that time."
Guests staying at the hotel must cook the food themselves, otherwise the food will make people suspect that it was poisoned. Have you ever seen an inn?
Have you ever seen a guest room that has not been scanned all year round? It feels like entering the spider spirit's lair when you enter it?
"The two of them are the lazy ancestors who opened the door for the lazy ancestors. They are too lazy to come to the ancestors' house." Yu Sheng said indignantly.
"It's just that the attic is clean, and the two of them spend the whole day admiring the flowers, the moon, and the rain." For the rest of my life, I am going to leave the two of them a shameful mark in history.
Wuyun nodded, but kept writing, "Who would have thought that King Donghuang also has a girl's heart, and for the sake of love, he can live in a humble house and be content with poverty."
"It's just that they are lazy. Lao Yu actually asked me to clean the inn later. I was still a child, and I got dark because of work." Yu Sheng said.
Later, the inn became as bright and clean as it is now, which is all the credit of Yu Sheng.
Wuyun wrote: "King Donghuang is not only a good wife, but also a good mother. Under her subtle influence, Leader Yu became a diligent person."
Seeing that Yu Sheng was silent, Wu Yun, who was writing, raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper Yu, do you remember when and how King Donghuang and Lao Yu got you?"
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate for children?" Yu Sheng stopped drinking and looked at Wu Yun seriously, "Isn't it possible that you, a resident of the house, write unofficial history?"
Yu Sheng said as he stood up to read what Wu Yun had written. In his previous life, he liked reading these unofficial histories the most, but he frowned after just glancing at them.
"Why are you all praising the King of Donghuang? And when did I say that Lao Yu is not worthy of the King of Donghuang?" Yu Sheng asked.
Wuyun put the paper back and said, "King Donghuang is from above, so of course he has to do better. As for whether he is worthy or not, it is all up to you."
"Nonsense, don't slander me. I am also the one who said this transvestite?" Yu Sheng pointed at that line of words.
Wuyun nodded.
"Tear it, tear it. If Lao Yu finds out about this, my butt will be broken into eight pieces." Yu Sheng went to grab the paper in Wuyun's hand.
"No, no, this is precious historical data. Besides, isn't Lao Yu already dead?" Wu Yun took the paper away and avoided it.
Her promotion to Taishi Ling relied on this. Now I don’t know how many people are eagerly waiting to see the love story of this little woman like King Donghuang.
She never heard Yu Sheng's answer. When she looked back, she saw him staring at the paper below.
"This is the historical data I got from talking with the heroes who surrounded and suppressed the rogues." Wuyun said.
"That's nonsense!"
Yu Sheng pointed to the sentence above, "When did the God-Killer Alliance confront Xianyou head-on and beat it to the point of dying, so I missed it?"
"They just set off a few fireworks and killed a group of monsters!" Yu Sheng was indignant.
"And this martial arts alliance, when did they become the mainstay?" Yu Sheng was puzzled.
He flipped through these so-called historical materials, and there were only a few sentences about him for the rest of his life. If he hadn't killed Yuniao with his own hands, he would have almost believed it.
What puzzled Yu Sheng the most was, "Do you believe this guy's statement that he used his peerless appearance to make Yunyu feel ashamed of himself, thus causing his combat effectiveness to drop off a cliff?"
You really learn from whomever you want, Hu Muyuan is so shameless now.
"It's a bit outrageous." Wuyun nodded and looked at his toes, "But he is really handsome. I think it is really possible."
"Where's your professional ethics?" Yu Sheng pointed out another paragraph, "This dragon and knight-errant couple saved Yu Sheng in danger, and fought for 300 rounds to defeat the rogue, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe this." Wuyun shook her head firmly, "But if I don't write it down, they won't let me sleep in the room."
"Your professional ethics are worthless." Yu Sheng shook the paper and said, "It's hard to be rich..."
"Oh, it's not bad to cheer for the leader of the Eastern Wasteland." Yu Sheng stopped the car in time and nodded with satisfaction.
"But how come his words of cheering are more than mine?" Yu Sheng was dissatisfied.
Wuyun lowered her head, "Yesterday he gave me a jar of delicious wine called 1983 Shaoxing wine."
"1983?" Yu Sheng was puzzled. Now there are not many inns in Shaoxing, 1983, and the only ones he has are hidden by Yu Sheng. How did he get rich and hard to get it?
"No, your professional ethics are lost in front of a jar of wine?" Yu Sheng said, "Isn't it your history that you don't tolerate being a little girl dressed up to recognize someone else?"
"Little girls don't even dress up, but old girls let others dress up." Wuyun said, "Besides, these are just materials for me."
She hurriedly snatched the paper from Yu Sheng's hand and said, "Look, am I not here to find the real owner to collect historical materials?"
She put the paper behind, took out a piece of white paper, picked up the brush, and looked at Yu Sheng: "Leader Yu, how did you kill Yu Niao?"
"Uh, this..." Yu Sheng was asked for a moment. To be honest, he didn't know. You can't just say that you drink with the same system and win by drinking, right?
Seeing Wu Yun looking at him, Yu Sheng scratched the back of his head and said, "Well, that's a long story."
"Don't be afraid, if you think about it carefully, I have plenty of time." Wuyun said.
Yu Sheng took a sip of wine, pondered for a long time and then said leisurely: "It was one night, a full moon night, on the top of Beishan Mountain, a sword came from the west, and a fairy flew from the sky."
"Wow", Wuyun felt that it was very picturesque, and the scene of the battle suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
At the moment, Yu Sheng was talking and gesticulating, performing a wild version of the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, which made Wuyun's heart surge as he listened, and he felt as if he had divine help when he started writing.
Yu Sheng was so excited when he said it, as if it really happened.
It took an hour to say this. When the rest of my life was finally finished, the rain had almost stopped.
Wuyun put down her pen happily, "Leader Yu, this is definitely a wonderful battle between humans and gods in history, and you will definitely go down in history."
"Really?" Yu Shengxin said, it's not in vain that I copied so much from Gu Long.
Wu Yunxing left in a hurry, leaving Yu Sheng to take a sip of wine to calm down.
He suddenly lamented that there were so many different versions of a story, how could the world see the truth clearly?
Judging from Wuyun's great interest in making up random stories for the rest of her life, perhaps the world has never been hungry for the truth.
They simply prefer to choose the one they want to believe, and thus turn a blind eye to unpalatable evidence or doubts in the story.
If a fallacy is tempting to them, they are more willing to worship the fallacy and even attack those who point out the fallacy.
When the facts finally come to light, they will only consider themselves to be the deceived, not the accomplices of the deceiver.