When Li Chan and Nie Kongkong arrived at Huaiyuanfang, there were dozens of people inside and outside the stone archway at the south entrance of the West City.

Nie Kongkong came to the back of the crowd, called Li Chan twice, and waved repeatedly.

Li Chan went over and took a look, and saw a dark and thin storyteller in the crowd holding a folding fan in one hand in front of the stone pier, speaking in a high-spirited tone that seemed to be singing but not singing.

"The opening of the gate of the earth caused a commotion, and the years passed as soon as they entered the mortal world. As mentioned in the last chapter, Lu Zu lost a bet with the mysterious master in the Qingque Palace, so he escaped into the mortal world. There was no news for the next hundred years. This

At this point, the story should come to an end."

Everyone sighed.

Someone else shouted: "What are you going to talk about today?"

The storyteller smiled, opened the folding fan, and sang: "At that time, the ancestors of mankind were plagued by monsters, and the green bird from Kunlun came with jade in its mouth. The black tortoise carried the jade in the mountains, and the world was now at peace. Everyone, listen up, in this ancient time, heaven and earth

Dominated by monsters and demons. The human race at that time was reduced to human sacrifices and suffered such a miserable fate that I cannot bear to read about it. Fortunately, a human ancestor was born out of nowhere. This human ancestor was the reincarnation of heaven and man!"

A young man sat on the root of a locust tree and shouted: "Storyteller, what is the transformation of heaven and man?"

The storyteller folded his fan and pointed to the sky and the earth, posing in a posture, and said with joy: "Beyond the mountains, the green mountains, the towers, the human world is just a blur. There are three thousand worlds beyond this human world, and the heavenly beings are from the outer world.

.”

A woman shouted: "I know that when Mrs. Liu asked a god to come to her body, she also said it was a god descending to earth."

The storyteller clicked his tongue, walked around in a circle for a few steps, then flicked the folding fan and said: "This human ancestor was born as a human being raised by demons, but he was born with knowledge and unparalleled talent. It is said that in the year when the Heavenly Dog eclipsed the sun,

The souls were devastated and the people were in dire straits. The ancestors melted the world's gold and cast a green lotus on the Fuyu Mountain to show the number of cycles in the sky and manifest all the laws. Only then could the four seasons of day and night be restored to the people."

At this point, the storyteller folded his fan and stopped talking.

Someone asked anxiously: "Why don't you talk about it?"

"Speak quickly."

"I was so excited when I heard it!"

The storyteller smiled, turned his hand, and held a pottery bowl.

"Chenghui, Chenghui."

The storyteller went around the crowd asking for money to listen to the book. Nie Kongkong quickly pulled Li Chan and walked away.

After walking a few steps away, Nie Kongkong couldn't help but look back at the storyteller. Li Chan smiled and said, "If you want to listen, why don't you continue listening."

Nie Kongkong withdrew his gaze reluctantly, "Uncle, were people really animals raised by demons in the past, just like people raising chickens and ducks?"

"Just listen to the storyteller's words as a story."

After a while, the two stopped at the door of a house in Huaiyuanfang. Inside the door lived a family named Zhao, a branch of the Zhao family in Kaiyang.

The Zhao family in Kaiyang is a prominent family, and the main family has a family temple. Ordinary people can go to the Chenghuang Temple to seek at most the eighth-grade spiritual dharma, but the Zhao family members can seek the fifth-grade lingnying dharma in their family temple.

After hearing what Nie Kongkong said, Li Chan knew that the family did not want the master's family to know that the scholar was bewitched by the fox demon and looked down upon them.

He went to knock on the door, and a woman opened the door after a while.

Behind the door was a courtyard. Li Chan explained the purpose of his visit, and the old woman took him in and explained that Shusheng Zhao had returned from the western suburbs of Xuandu the day before yesterday. He was haunted and kept talking about meeting a beautiful girl.

"He was studying in Wushan Mountain a few days ago. The place is on the mountainside. How could a good girl show up at midnight?" The woman sighed and said, "I don't know if the spiritual method in the Chenghuang Temple can cure him, but don't delay the exam.

That’s good.”

Li Chan smiled and said: "Young Master admires Ai so much, so I can't blame you."

The woman sighed.

Li Chan said: "Although I am not a medical officer, I have written a lot of essays and seen many people, so I can see some symptoms."

"Then please."

The woman brought Li Chan into the house.

A white-faced scholar was reading a book. When he saw the old woman bringing in a stranger, he just sneered.

"Yanqing, let's eat something." The woman said worriedly.

"No need." The scholar shook his head coldly.

The woman sighed: "Even if you don't believe that girl is a monster, why bother yourself by going on a hunger strike?"

Li Chan winked at the woman, who hesitated and left the room.

Li Chan sat opposite the scholar, looked at the scholar with red eyes, and saw a very faint evil spirit in him.

"Congratulations." He smiled at the scholar.

The scholar was stunned and glanced at Li Chan doubtfully.

Li Chan said: "The girl you met in Wushan must be very beautiful, otherwise, you wouldn't be so obsessed with her."

Seeing Li Chan's sincere attitude, the scholar relaxed his vigilance. Ever since his family suspected that she had hit a fox demon, he had nowhere to express his thoughts. He looked out the window and saw his mother walking away. He was silent for a while and remembered

A touch of beauty murmured: "Both talented and beautiful."

"Awesome." Li Chan praised and asked, "Have you ever heard of a fox transforming into a human?"

The scholar frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Li Chan tapped her fingers on the table, "Fox demons change according to the people they associate with. Since the fox demon you saw is both talented and beautiful, it means you have a good destiny and are both talented and beautiful, otherwise she would not change.

Such an image comes out.”

The scholar's expression softened, he lowered his guard against Li Chan, and said bitterly: "I don't care that she is a fox demon. In comparison, humans are better than demons."

Li Chan smiled.

"Demons eat people."

He looked at the scholar.

The scholar was a little frightened by that look.

Only then did he realize that one of this man's eyes was dark blue and the other eye was black and red. He couldn't tell unless he looked closely, but if he looked closely, he felt that it was very strange.

Looking at that dark red eye, the scholar suddenly fell into a trance.

In a daze, my eyes saw some horrific scenes. A slim woman suddenly opened her mouth and bit off a human head, and a long-haired woman with a neck like a pot flew hundreds of meters away...

Blood, stumps, broken flesh.

Screams and chewing sounds.

"ah!"

The scholar suddenly stood up and took a few steps back. His face was pale, and he pointed his finger at Li Chan. His lips were trembling, but he could only say a few words "you" intermittently.

Li Chan turned around and left the house.

"Yanqing?" The woman outside the house called worriedly, and asked Li Chan nervously: "How is it?"

"I should be awake for a while." Li Chan said, "Where are the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"It's ready, it's been ready."

The woman took Li Chan to the study, took out the silk psychic paper and pen and ink, and then left. According to the rules, when writing prose, one must be sincere and not be disturbed.

Li Chan wrote:

"Respectfully worship the virtuous Heavenly Lord of Hunyuan in the divine realm, refine his form with gold liquid, and look up to the beautiful jade maiden for his long life. The phoenix palace is used to ride on the gods to make vows... The branches that have not sweated for seven hundred years are lush and dark, and there are countless calamities for hundreds of millions of years.
Chapter completed!