Looking at the reputation, saw a gentleman in a blue shirt sitting on the stage.

"Silly stupid, crazy crazy, like a fake but a real diving dragon. Walk around, take a break, like a dream but not a dream—" The storyteller in the teahouse slapped Xingmu again, and a crisp sound was pressed down. Full house noise. The surroundings gradually became silent, and then he resumed the remaining half of the opening sentence in a desolate tone, "...turn your head to be empty."

Ye Cang's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked a little dazed for a while.

Twelve years ago, these two wild songs were not so widely circulated in the Twelve Continents. The person who first sang it had not yet become a Buddha, but was just an unreliable bald man who was squatting in the miasma and was about to starve to death. donkey. That day, when Tianxue Zhouzi Zucheng went to Licheng, Zuo Fatty, Lu Shizu and Xiao Shizu stepped on the wooden bench to gamble with the elder Tao Rong of Shanhai Pavilion. Law. The little master threw his mind method to him, as if he had dug a book out of the trash pile... It's ridiculous that the ink on it hasn't dried yet.

As he practiced, he muttered in his heart, thinking that this thing should not be written by the young master when he was drunk?

But can't help it, since it was given by the little master, let's practice hard.

"Don't come back like a dream in a single turn, so many past events will become empty," Mr. Storyteller's voice was slightly hoarse, making people feel as if in the dazzling sky, some old books were slowly turned over, pale golden dust flying in the air, It's all like a dream, "Let's talk about that Ding year, which is the year of the great return of the thousand-year cycle, the black-clothed red sword of the heaven, climbed the 90,000-level heaven, slashed the three thousand worlds, and the twelve continents were the same. snow..."

The teahouse was quiet.

The gentleman is talking about the famous "Hui Ming Yefen" in "Twelve Years of Old Things". It is said to be an old thing, but in fact, it has only been twelve years since then. Many of the people present here can be counted as witnesses, but what happened in the past twelve years can be said to have turned countless historians' ideas into ashes overnight, and the world has changed in a blink of an eye.

The big bowl of leaf tea and dried bean curd was delivered, and Ye Cang was not in a hurry to wake up the younger brothers and sisters.

He sat down with a bowl and listened to the book people talking about ancient times with the crowd of wanderers, merchants and monks from all over the world.

It stands to reason that he should know more about the "Hui Ming Yefen" than everyone else.

After all, on the night of the sudden change, he was in Zhunan, waiting for the Taiyi elders to return to Dongfufeng after the battle between the Taiyi elders and the Thirty-Six Islands. But the strange thing is that he usually practiced until late at night every day. That night, for some reason, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep in a daze. As a result, he has never seen any of the visions such as "covering the sky with one hand" and "the city in the cloud is broken" witnessed by nine people from ten people from twelve continents.

I even fell asleep on the pillow, and when woke up, arms and neck hurt everywhere.

What a hell.

"At the time of the dark night, there are too many battles, either victorious or defeated... Taiyi Jiunao attacked Kongsang, fought to the death for three days and three nights, and finally Lianyunguan was set on fire. ."

The storyteller talked eloquently, and the bloody smoke and dust of that night slowly spread in front of everyone again.

"Unfortunately, the city of immortality fell into the hands of Dahuang in the end, which is a great shame for the Twelve Continents. Fortunately, there are heroes from mountains and seas guarding Nanchen. Therefore, although Dahuang was able to occupy the city of immortality, it has never been able to destroy Nanchen Tower. And in that battle, the one who led the elites from the mountains and seas was a well-known female middle school hero, Mrs. Tang Yan, a smoke painting with red makeup like a marriage. This Mrs. Yan and Zuo Liang Shi who once slashed the gods were a couple. , and called 'Poems and Paintings Unparalleled'..."

Ye Cang pursed his lips, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

The fall of the Undead City was also an extremely important event in the great upheaval of "Hui Ming Yefen". In that year, none of the mountain and sea flying boats that went to the city of immortality returned to the south. The ten thousand ghosts led by the former White Emperor and the current Huangjun are unstoppable. At a critical juncture, Mrs. Yan led the disciples in the mountains and seas, just like Zuoliangshi at the beginning, Guzhen Nanchen Pagoda, burning the soul to guard the night.

A year ago, Elder Tao Rong went to the Undead City to investigate, and saw Madam Yan's heroic spirit lingering on the top of the tower from a distance.

There is still a soul, a lifeline. It is also a fortune in misfortune.

When the tea bowl was put down, the storyteller had already talked about "the gods re-entering the world", and the audience in the teahouse was obviously much more interested than before.

After all, this red-clothed monarch is now known to everyone in the Twelve Continents, and this knowledge is mixed with a lot of complexity. Those who respect others, those who fear them, those who admire them, those who fear them, those who serve others, those who hate others... There are so many different things. The Twelve Continents have been through the ages and thousands of years old, because he has rewritten them.

One person becomes the present.

"Let's talk about the goddess walking down the steps of the sky, the white clothes blazing in the fire, and shattering one step at a time. When the immortals and the group of demons gather together, the goddess pulls his hair in the wind, raises his eyes and smiles, saying, hate, hate, love and hate are arbitrary, He entered the cage by himself."

Having said this, the gentleman stopped, lowered his head and fiddled with the long piano on the table, and played a quiet tune in a low voice. People who love to listen to excerpts from Twelve Continents are basically familiar with this piece of music. It is the opening speech of the ninth fold "heavy grievances", loneliness and obscureness, which is vaguely consistent with the old events of twelve years.

Many female cultivators guessed that the "Mr. Qiu" in Mr. Chen's writings might be an implicit reference to the monarch.

It's just this kind of speculation, it's a little disrespectful to that god, and many great Confucian gentlemen will change color and berate them when they hear it. However, the female nuns have never been vegetarians, and they communicated with the great Confucian scholar Spit Mo Xingzi.

However, out of respect for the gods, these disputes of words are usually not brought to the fore.

The scholars are not good, but their voice is clear, and the sings are sang, and the sorrows are doubling:

"String exhausts the wind, pick the lights at night;"

"Most of the autumn hate, sighing the throat tens of thousands of sounds, three more nights;"

"Don't dream for three thousand years, and the old things in the clouds are always empty, how much disputes?"