Chapter 386 storyteller

Fang Qiuyao frowned when he heard this. He left home for a few months and practiced his magic skills in the barren mountains. He didn't know that such a big thing had happened in the world. After hearing that Mr. Shu finished speaking, he rushed to ask, "Did anyone die in this battle? Is anyone injured? Is it serious?

The storyteller didn't know this. He wanted to perfunctorily go there, which made Fang Qiuyao angry and almost made him eat his fist. Fortunately, Liu Wanyun grabbed him in time and whispered a few words in his ear to calm him down.

Ye Yingru didn't hear what she wanted to know. Seeing that the storyteller was going to talk about the next paragraph of "The Legend of Dongyuanwu", she hurried forward to stop him: "Uncle, do you know that there should be a heroic young swordsman in Cenguanling... It's not He Lianshan and Zhu Fei, but another..."

The storyteller was stunned. Listening to her hesitant description, he looked at her noble clothes a few times. A pair of triangular eyes narrowed slightly and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, there is such a person, but he is not a disciple of a famous sect, but a chivalrous man who travels alone in the world, so I didn't specifically mention it just now. Let him get up."

Ye Yingru looked happy and leaned forward and said, "Uncle, can you tell his story again? I want to hear it."

"I'd like to, just the guests here..." Mr. Yishu deliberately glanced around, and sure enough, a idle man shouted dissatisfiedly: "I just said it again, and I'm a bird thief!" Don't pay attention to him and talk about Dongyuanwu!" Where did you come from, do you know the rules..."

Ye Yingru calmly took out a silver ticket and patted it gently on the table: "Uncle, tell the story again. This silver ticket is yours. And other brothers, I'll pay for this meal!"

The storyteller saw the face value of the silver ticket, his cheek muscles were pumped, and he copied it into his sleeve like lightning. But some sharp-eyed people also saw it and took a breath of cold air: "The beard has developed this time..."

Liu Wanyun behind Ye Ying reached out to cover his forehead and let out a lamenting moan.

It seems that the dialogue last night not only did not have a persuasive effect, but also seemed to have had the opposite effect...

"Wanyun, you must tell me what is the identity of Yulang? If you don't say anything, I won't let you sleep!"

"Well, I can't say... If you know the truth, you will definitely regret it."

Regret? How can I regret it! I like a person just because of his own character and characteristics, which has nothing to do with his identity. Whether he is a killer or a swordsman, a penniless beggar or a high-ranking nobleman, it will not affect my impression and feelings for him! I... I'm just curious about his real name!"

"Then I want to tell you that his origin is not as simple as you think. If you really want to know, go and inquire about the recent battle against demons in Cen Guanling, that guy--" Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped, because she thought of the agreement with Qin Yan. If his identity is revealed, the agreement will inevitably be impossible.

Ye Yingru was dissatisfied with her silence and asked repeatedly, "What's wrong with him? Don't be appetizing, just say it!"

"Nothing, I really can't say. If you want to know, you can ask him yourself!"

"Hey..."

The exclamation in reality awakened Liu Wanyun from his memories. At this time, Mr. storyteller had told the battle of Cen Guanling to the most fierce moment with his flowery tongue that day. This time, he described the battle from the perspective of a new young swordsman, which was even more thrilling and bizarre. Even if the audience knew the result, their hearts could not help but be held tightly by him, and then they were shocked and called for it.

Ye Yingru in the front has devoted all his heart to the scene of the shocking war described by the storyteller. Such a picture seemed to appear in front of her: under the sad and pale moonlight, a peerless demon towering like a mountain raged in the wilderness. The demon had three thousand eyes, eight arms on his shoulders, his head and horns, stabbed all over his body, roared like thunder, carried fierce lava wherever he ran, and took several lives in every step. In the dark, the fire rose to the sky, and the pungent smell of sulfur was perched on the earth. The young swordsman witnessed the misery of many righteous comrades-in-arms. He was immediately indignant, completely abandoned his life, and resolutely rushed up...

"The devil was burning with flames all over his body, holding the eternal demon sword 'Ye Shangqiulu'. With a big mouth, he suddenly burst into flames, and the sea of fire hundreds of feet high engulfed all the heroes. That fire is not an ordinary fire, but a true fire. What does it mean? The king's fire, the minister's fire, and the people's fire. Gathering and burning the sea, if the body is stained, the five internal organs become ashes, the limbs are all rotten, the bones and flesh are sparse, and the soul is scattered..." The restrained voice tightly grabbed Ye Yingru's heart, making her pretty face red and white, clenched her hands tightly without blinking, and her whole mind fluctuated with the development of the war situation.

"Seeing that everyone was going to be attacked by the murderous hand, it was too late. At that time, I saw the unknown young swordsman from the northern desert shouting and rising up with a sword and using a magic power. Good chivalrous man! As soon as he turned his body, twisted the formula, chanted the spell, took a breath into Xun's ground, and blew away. It was a gust of wind, flying sand and stones, and immediately suppressed the fire. As proof of the poem, the poem says: The fierce demon rises and mixes by himself, and the flames burns people's souls. Annoyed by the young true righteous man, the sword roared out of the wind and dust. Jianghai wave turned the universe, and the wind and silver fog suppressed the evil gods. The devil ignorantly asked his name and wandered alone in the world.

"Good!" Ye Yingru was very excited to hear it. She suddenly waved her small fist, and her face was flushed, as bright as a peach. The excited look seemed to be in the situation, and he regarded himself as a young hero who showed his magic power in the fierce battle. Fang Qiuyao originally wanted to hear about the situation of the Hunjiang Gang. When he accidentally looked at her, he seemed to lose his soul and could no longer look away.

When the storyteller saw the satisfaction of the gold owner, he was also encouraged. He knocked on the small drum and continued to say, "It's just that the number one demon is the first murderer of the demon family, and it is not easy to defeat. Although its samadhi true fire was suppressed, it still ran like flying in the wind and sand, eating alive, biting most of its body in one bite and spitting bones at all. Two of the famous 'Three Elders of Huangyan' in the poor world were killed by it..."

Ye Yingru gritted his teeth and couldn't wait to swallow the devil into his stomach.

"The most terrible thing is the devil's eyes, which are not like what they have in the world. Black and white are confused, ferocious, cold and faint, including the endless resentment of 18 layers of hell. Ordinary people will be sucked into the soul and become walking corpses as long as they are looked at by it. Even a hero like Hao Chen'ang dares not look at him, otherwise he will fall into the nightmare of six reincarnations. But the young swordsman was going to fight head-on with the devil. In order to stop the rampage of the demons, he could not avoid it, and he could only go up with a grand and narrow spirit. Oh, this is amazing. After all, the devil is a hundred generations of evil spirits, and he is not a young man who can resist. At that time, I only saw black smoke bursts and ghosts howled, and even the void above people's heads was distorted by ghosts and grievances..."

Ye Yingru said "ah", her face turned pale, and her heart came to her throat.

"And the devil also has an accomplice, which is also very good..."