In the ancient continent, at three quarters of noon, the sun shines brightly!
In the far west of the Eastern Wasteland, there is a small city called Wolong City.
At this time, there were many people on the street, including unknown peddlers and footmen, articulate businessmen, prostitutes posing, poor beggars, and rich children with hordes of slaves.
From time to time, various shouts and cries came from the streets and alleys, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
In a prosperous place of commerce, a Taoist priest, who was wearing a robe that could not tell whether it was blue or gray, with white hair and a boyish face, a clear and slender face, and a strong spirit, was telling the passers-by about the wild history of the ancient continent in front of a four-foot square table.
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Next to the table stood a divinatory pole, with the four characters "Luke Ancient and Connect Today" written on the banners of the pole.
At this time, I just heard what the old Taoist said.
"Today, I want to tell you, mortals, about the history of our ancient times, so that you can know how high the sky is, how vast the land is, and how awesome the people are!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, pointed upward to the sky above his head, pointed downward to the earth beneath his feet, and finally patted his chest.
A tremor of dust fell down.
"The continent we are on is called the Ancient Wilderness Continent. It has a vast and boundless territory and is divided into the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, and the Northern Wilderness. The Middle Wilderness is also called the Middle Earth."
"In the ancient wilderness period, when the continent was first opened, countless ancient beasts were rampant in the world and caused trouble to the people. Then the true beast Qilin appeared in the world to help people hunt the true beasts."
"In ancient times, people used the blood of real beasts to dissolve into themselves and cultivated the vitality of real beasts. Those who achieved great success were no different from real beasts. Everyone lived for more than a thousand years, and some even lived for a long time and never died."
"Excuse me, this veteran storyteller, what does Qilin look like? How come we have never heard of such an ancient real beast as Qilin?"
"Yeah yeah!"
"You old man, why don't you shout in vain? You really think we don't read historical policies!"
At this time, there were people in the crowd with questions and sarcasm on their faces, asking questions with a smile.
"How many miles have you traveled and how far have you been? You are just a group of frogs in a well. Just listen carefully."
The old man's voice rose slightly at this time and he continued to speak.
"During the famine of the Middle Ages, the imperial court was at its peak, and there were many Taoist sects and families. At its peak, there were one hundred thousand Taoist sects and three thousand dynasties standing at the same time! It is said that these Taoist sects, aristocratic families, and dynasties were all inherited from those who had mastered the true way of beasts.
The ancients of Dharma.”
"Although people's lifespan is limited, their desires are endless. Countless Taoist sects, aristocratic families, and imperial courts attack each other for their own selfish interests, and blood flows like rivers."
After saying this, the old man shook his head and sighed.
"After thousands of years of melee, sixty-seven out of ten people in the world died in the war. This is the most chaotic era of mankind. Tens of thousands of orthodox traditions have been lost since then, and the imperial court has declined and changed frequently. It is sad!"
"In the recent famine period, more than 8,000 years have passed since the World War. The wars gradually subsided, then evolved into regional disputes, and the population recovered."
After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he picked up the tea on the table and took a few sips. He gently touched his sleeves, took out a small brass bowl and placed it on the table. He looked at everyone with a smile and said nothing.
"No more? Why don't you talk anymore? We still want to hear about the current situation on the mainland!"
"You stinky old man, hurry up and say it, don't whet our appetite!"
There was another burst of laughter and curses in the crowd, one after another.
However, at this time, the veteran storyteller seemed to be in a trance and ignored everyone's urging and abuse.
After urging and laughing for a while, everyone looked down at the rusty brass bowl on the table and then looked up at the slightly squinting smile of the seasoned storyteller, and instantly understood a lot.
I saw everyone kept putting money into the small bowl. After a while, the small bowl was filled with golden money.
In the ancient continent, the only currencies in circulation are money, jade, and crystal.
A piece of low-grade desolate crystal can be exchanged for about a thousand desolate jade.
One barren jade can be exchanged for about one thousand barren coins.
An ordinary farming family of four can only save enough for one rough jade for a year.
Seeing this, the veteran storyteller calmly put the small bowl in his sleeve and said.
"Everyone must be familiar with the fact that the current Wilderness Continent is divided into five regions, the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Wilderness, and the Middle Wilderness, also known as the Middle-earth Divine State."
"Among the five areas, the Middle-earth China is vast and rich in minerals. It is a must-win place for sects and families. Nearly 60% of the world's population is in the Middle-earth, and the remaining 40% is divided into four wastelands. The same is true for the monks!"
Having said this, the old man looked down at the land under his feet and continued.
"The area we are in is the Eastern Wilderness. Aristocratic families, sects, and imperial courts coexist in this area, and they attack each other. Except for the Middle Wilderness, the situation in the other wildlands is the same as ours in the Eastern Wilderness."
"Why is Zhonghuang doing something different? You, an old man, tell me!"
A slightly playful voice sounded, followed by a commotion in the crowd. Several attendants dressed in green robes walked out of the crowd and pushed aside the crowd, hugging each other and surrounding a noble man in brocade robes.
What's strange is that when people around them saw this scene, they automatically stayed three feet away from them, making them stand out among the dense crowd.
"This little brother asked a good question. It is true that the Middle-earth China is different from the other four wilderness areas. Although there are undercurrents there, there are fewer wars. The giants of the sects and aristocratic families live here and work together to maintain the order of the Middle-earth."
"only."
When he said this, the old man's tone suddenly changed, his bright eyes stared at the young man in robes, and he said after a while.
"Although China is rich and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and are prosperous, there is no soil for the imperial court to survive!"
"What do you mean?"
The boy in brocade uniform continued to ask.
"Everyone in China concentrates on cultivating Taoism and advocates not messing with worldly matters. In their eyes, the imperial court is a place of ungodliness. In a barbarian country, only sects and families will last forever!"
"Fart! You're such an old man, you're clearly talking nonsense here, do you think I can't hear it?"
When everyone heard the angry shout of the young master in brocade clothes, they quickly dispersed like birds and left quickly, as if they would encounter something terrible if they ran too slowly.
After a while, only the young men in brocade clothes were left around the old storyteller.
This young man has a delicate face, slender eyebrows, is wearing brocade clothes with cloud patterns on his body, and his movements are luxurious.
However, there was a sinister aura between the young man's brows, and he was looking at the old man with an angry face.
At this time, someone stood up behind the young man in brocade and pointed at the old storyteller.
"Hey! Old man, how can you find someone? I don't know that this place is under the care of my yamen. Without my yamen's permission, how dare you, an old man, to talk nonsense here and pollute the yamen's ears."
"That's right, looking at the way you buried Gutai, quickly bring me 100 yuan, no, 200 yuan, so that the matter can be settled with filial piety!"
Another young boy in green clothes shouted in a sharp voice.
The veteran storyteller looked at the scene in front of him, very familiar with it.
Scenes like this are often encountered by people like him who travel around all year round.
Just listen to the old Taoist answer calmly.
"I have traveled through the world from winter to summer. Others have always given me money. How can I give money to others?"
"I don't know what to call this young master?"
The old Taoist bowed to the young man in brocade clothes and saluted.
"Haha, it seems that I have met someone who is as good at making money as me!"
Wang Dalu looked at the old Taoist wearing a worn Taoist robe, with the shape of a small bowl faintly visible at the cuffs, and said again with a proud look on his face.
"Old fellow, listen carefully. My name is Wang Dalu, and my father's name is Wang Gang. I am the lord of this city and enjoy the title of baron. If you are wise, I will hand over all the money in your little bowl to calm my anger, otherwise
hey-hey......"
Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the old Taoist's face, showing his white teeth, and his eyes seemed to bloom with flowers, and he said loudly.