Wuchang City is very lively at night. Even though most of the poor people have to go to bed early because they have to get up to work before dawn the next day, there are still a large number of dignitaries and famous children wandering around in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion and the Liyuan Theater.

And outside those theaters, there is a bustling night market.

In addition to the hawkers who sell melon and fruit snacks and braised snacks all year round, there are also some ungentleman performers from time to time at the night market.

The storytellers Jiang Qianfeng is looking for usually hang out in places like this.

Zhai Lingxiu had promised Jiang Qianfeng to accompany him, and Yao Jingli also wanted to see the night market in Wuchang City.

Among the crowd, I could only see a jet of flames shooting out from the front. It must be someone performing a trick.

I also vaguely heard the sound of a few gongs in the distance, maybe someone was performing acrobatics.

But these are not Jiang Qianfeng's favorites.

I saw him looking left and right in the crowd, leading two flower-like girls around. After struggling for a long time, he finally heard a sound of banxian in the crowd in front of a street intersection.

"This way, this way," Jiang Qianfeng shouted excitedly to the two girls behind him, then turned and asked an old man in the crowd, "Uncle, uncle, what story are you telling here?

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The old man known as the uncle glanced at the young man who had just squeezed into the crowd, and said casually: "I heard that this storyteller came from other places. This is the first time today and it hasn't started yet. I don't know what he is going to do."

Whatever story you tell, you’d better listen to it yourself.”

At this time, Yao Jingli and Zhai Lingxiu also arrived. Together with Jiang Qianfeng, they looked up and saw a weak kerosene lamp on a small stall among the crowd.

Behind the stall, there was sitting a haggard old man wearing a melon cap and a worn jacket.

This old man is what the uncle calls tonight's storyteller.

I saw the old man holding the mahogany python skin Sanxian in his arms, flicking the four brush boards made of polished Duli wood tied to the side of his right calf, and then fiddled with the lotus music held in the tiger's mouth of his right hand a few times.

The strings at the fingertips, a unique sound of flat strings, sounded again.

Accompanying this lively music is the hoarse and magnetic voice of the old man: "I come from ancient Chang'an. It is fate that you and I met. We have traveled here from south to north. Please listen to my strange stories."

The old man's opening words attracted Jiang Qianfeng's attention.

However, Yao Jingli disagreed. At first, she thought that the storyteller from afar was of average quality, but when she continued to listen, she was unexpectedly shocked by what the old man said.

"It is said that there is a Two Realm Mountain in the human world, and there is a cave of ten thousand monsters in the mountain. And in this cave of ten thousand monsters, there lives a big and eye-catching white tiger."

The "Two Realms Mountains" and "Ten Thousand Monsters Cave" mentioned by this storyteller are only one word different from the place they are looking for. This should not be a coincidence. Could it be that he also knows about the "Two Realms Mountains" and "Ten Thousand Monsters Cave"?

Cave" thing?

It's really strange today. Things that I couldn't find out about along the way were mentioned one after another in Wuchang City. He was an old beggar before, and now he is a storyteller.

It can't be such a coincidence, is there any connection between them?

They must not be as simple as they appear on the surface. Who are they?

Although Yao Jingli was thinking this, she did not act rashly at the moment, but began to listen carefully to the stories told by the old storyteller.

"This white tiger is not an ordinary demon spirit, but an ancient demon, the king of demons in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave."

When the old man said this, he plucked the three strings in his arms again, and then made a twist and continued: "But no matter how strong the white tiger is, and has the ability to fight one against a hundred, it will never be able to defeat the many heavenly weapons and gods above the nine heavens.

General. Among them was a god named Buyi who used the power of the heaven to oppress him and threatened the lives of many demon spirits in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, forcing the White Tiger Demon King and the Ten Thousand Demon Cave to do things for him. It turns out that as

The god's unrighteousness is to use the souls of obsessive people in the world to cultivate them into evil spirits or demons for his own use. However, due to his status as a god, he cannot directly attack mortals in the world, so he found

He killed the White Tiger Demon King. The White Tiger Demon King had no choice but to lead all the demon spirits under him to the human world to seduce mortals and mutilate their souls. After the souls of the mutilated people are transformed into evil spirits or demons, they will be unjustly punished.

The underworld souls under his command were taken away and imprisoned under the eighteen levels of hell. However, there are also many sects of practitioners in the world. After they discovered that the demon spirits were harming innocent people, they began to kill the demons and eliminate them. From then on, the people in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave

The demon spirits and the cultivators in the human world have just begun to have constant disputes. However, there is not only the White Tiger Demon King, an ancient demon in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, but also another demon god who is dissatisfied with the unrighteous actions of the gods..."

The old storyteller was reaching the key point when he suddenly stopped. He jumped up, but his skills were not at all as strong as he should be for his age.

Just as he landed on the eaves of the pear garden behind him, several peach wood swords flew up in the crowd, flew through the air, and then quickly fell back to the small stall where the storyteller was sitting just now.

People in the market had never seen such a battle before. Under the constant screams and loud shouts, the crowd that had gathered just now dispersed quickly like a pouring flood.

When the crowd dispersed, only a few young men dressed as Taoist priests were left. They were silently reciting sword tactics and seemed to be preparing to form another formation.

"It turns out to be Wudang's world-famous Taomu Sword Formation, but in the hands of you little Taoist priests, this sword formation is more than a star and a half slower. Just now you couldn't hit me when you launched the sword formation in the dark, don't you think

Now that we are aboveboard, will it be effective?" The old storyteller sneered, looking disdainfully at the group of little Taoist priests on the ground.

At this time, Jiang Qianfeng and others who were fleeing met Bai Wuyan, Zhizhen and other cultivators who happened to arrive.

Bai Wuyan, who was at the front, asked anxiously: "We came to look for you, and suddenly we saw a commotion in the crowd here. Are you okay? What happened in front of you?"

Jiang Qianfeng and Zhai Lingxiu were running wildly in front, panting out of breath. Only Yao Jingli, who was following them, was better and managed to explain: "We were listening to a story, and a group of Taoist priests suddenly let go of their swords and started fighting.

We approached the storyteller without knowing where we were going, and were pushed here by the people fleeing in all directions."

"It should be brothers from Wudang, let's go and take a look quickly." Zhizhen made a judgment after hearing this, and led other practitioners to quickly go forward to check.

Yao Jingli quickly grabbed Bai Wuyan, who was about to follow, and added: "I think that storyteller is not simple. After listening to his story, I feel that the matter about the Two Realms Mountains and the Cave of Ten Thousand Monsters,

He might know something."
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