Chapter 932

Ruan Tang was so stunning.

Yu Guiwan and others also listened quietly.

Ruan Lan's nose felt sore, and she suddenly missed her stinky brother-in-law who always angered her to the point of death.

He was so bad, why did he suddenly lie down on the ground? Isn’t it said that the disaster has been ruined for thousands of years? My stinky brother-in-law is obviously very young.

Ruan Lan quietly wiped away tears in the corners of her eyes.

In fact, she is also very sad these days. The reason why she eats heartlessly and sleeps on time is nothing more than to hide her inner sadness.

There are enough people in pain, and there must be someone who will become the sun and lead the people in pain out of the darkness.

Ruan Lan.

Willing to do this beam of light.

Ruan Lan cheered up and said a little disgusted: "Sister, don't listen, let's go. The storyteller's words were too exaggerated. It was not only a merit for the stinky brother-in-law to clear the Nine Kings Palace."

"Let's finish listening."

Ruan Tang smiled gently, and his familiar gentle smile was so bright that Ruan Lan's world shook.

"Ah, OK..."

Ruan Lan responded, wondering whether her sister had walked out of her sadness?

While Ruan Lan was thinking, the storyteller on the first floor also sang a song. Amid the sighs of regret and remembrance around him, he bowed to many spectators and walked out of the restaurant alone with his baggage on his back.

There are many restaurants in Qiuyue City. After the storyteller finished speaking at this restaurant, he went to another restaurant.

The same story and song were sung for a whole day.

And Ruan Tang.

I also listened to it for a day.

It was getting late, and the storyteller, who had told the last story of today in the restaurant in the corner of the town, was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, I bought a plate of side dishes for wine out of my own pocket, took out the wine that had been prepared in my bag, and drank the wine silently.

Storyteller is very old and wears a black long gown full of patches. He looks like he is already in his sixties or seventies. He has no spiritual energy in his body. He is an ordinary person who is absolutely unfair.

When drinking, I just took a sip and showed a very contented expression on my face.

While patting his thighs under his long gown, he shook his head and hummed the tune that he had sung all day.

During this period, many monks or ordinary people who were addicted to the story took the initiative to come forward to talk, and the old man would also smile and agree with a few words.

But they didn't receive any extra rewards.

"The old man is very strange. He has been here for three days. Every restaurant has been around to tell the story of Emperor Qingfeng. He does not accept rewards or gifts. He only collects a silver leaf for each performance."

The waiter smiled and said, "So guys, don't bother the old man."

"I see."

Many people suddenly realized that they no longer did useless work. They raised their wine glasses to toast, and the storyteller would also respond.

The restaurant is by the window.

Ruan Tang and his group sat here and ordered two plates of beef and a pot of wine.

While eating, Ruan Lan complained: "Sister, I ran with her all day and it's time to go back after eating."

"Auntie, don't talk about food or sleep." Xu Yiyi said glutinously.

"ha?"

Ruan Lan squeezed her nephew's daughter's face with both hands, and said with a slight smile:

"You little girl, how dare you teach your aunt a lesson? I'm worried that your mother will understand the feelings of the scene."

"Wrong, wrong aunt."

Xu Yiyi's eyes were filled with tears in her pain.

Yu Guiwan held his forehead and said, "Ruan Lan, stop bullying Yiyi."

Xu Ping'an ignored the trouble between his aunt and sister, but stared at the storyteller.

The latter seemed to feel something and smiled at Xu Ping'an's jaw, but his white hair was particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

"Old sir, my ancestors started listening to the story of Emperor Qingfeng in that life. Can you tell me something new? For example, the Eight Desert Emperor and the Golden Stone Emperor."

Someone started to cheer.

The drunken storyteller did not answer and laughed at himself:

"I, a remote small country from the Eastern Wilderness, comes from the Stone Kingdom. It is rich and quiet, and has never been swept by war. It is a paradise."

I heard the storyteller speak out about the past.

The noisy restaurant gradually became quiet, with only the slight sound of candlelight shaking.

"Thirty years ago, a monster started a massacre in the Shi Kingdom, and no one could subdue it. In order to survive the people, the Shi King took the initiative to sacrifice the boys and girls to worship the monster. But in secret, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked for help from the outside world."

"There is an immortal mountain on the edge of the stone country. It pays tribute to it every year. The prince knelt in front of the mountain gate for several days and nights. But the immortals who are always tall did not take action, but instead saw that the monsters were powerful and took the initiative to tell the story of asking for help."

"The monster is furious, and the creatures in the Shi Kingdom are in trouble."

"Actually, it can be understood that the Immortal Realm is a prey of the weak. Who would care about a small country that has never even been a foundation-building monk?"

The Storyteller's voice gradually became hoarse: "The prince hurried back to Shiguo and saw his father and mother die before him, and his infant sister became a monster to eat."

The storyteller clenched his fists and smiled miserably: "The prince hates me so much. He hates me that he is not a monk, he hates me that he has no spiritual roots, and he hates me that he cannot kill this monster."

"You said, what should the prince who has read the books of sages but has no power to tie a chicken? What can he do!"

“…”

No one answered in the restaurant.

But all the listeners' breathing became heavier, and Ruan Lan even clenched her fists, wishing she could kill the monster with her own hands.

The candlelight shaking by the table.

Ruan Tang's eyes drooped, his fingertips turned around the wine glass, and then he heard Mr. Storyteller tremble:

"At this point, there are no divine weapons from heaven, and no knight who draws his sword to help him when he sees injustice. The Shi Kingdom is gone."

"There are all millions of households in the Shi Kingdom. Only the prince is left to survive. The monster wants to keep the prince in despair and darkness for the rest of his life."

The storyteller's palm trembled, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, slapped the table and said, "I have read the books of sages for my whole life and realized that there is nothing for the scholar."

"I walked through one city after another with my bag, one country after another, but I couldn't even get out of the Eastern Wilderness Region. I have seen many scenery and I know that my life is as cheap as grass in the Immortal Realm."

"Later one day, I met a middle-aged man, and we both fell into the same state at first sight. After drinking, he said that he had carried a flag for a big man and boasted that Emperor Qingfeng was the first emperor of the Immortal Realm."

"I said, Emperor Qingfeng is so powerful, and the Heavenly Court is the first ruling of the Immortal Realm. Why can't he protect a Shi Kingdom? He did not defend himself, but only said sorry."

The storyteller sat down and his emotions gradually calmed down: "Actually, I also know that the Immortal Realm is so big that the Heavenly Court and Emperor Qingfeng could not control it at all."

"There is nothing new under the sun. When will no one die? When will everyone die, then... Emperor Qingfeng is dead."

The Storyteller smiled: "I can't understand that he is the Emperor Qingfeng, who is known as the emperor. He is in his prime, so how could he die in the world outside the sky?"

"I only realized a few days ago that he died for the fairyland and for us."
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