The gentleman stood up with a folding fan, hurriedly hid behind the chair, and shouted at Baili Yanran:

"Girl, why are you here again!"

"I'm here to listen to the book." Baili Yanran smiled embarrassedly, "Don't worry, sir, I won't slap Mr. in the face again..."

"You can't hit anywhere!" The gentleman said, touching his plaster, grinning, and looking frustrated: "Your girl's punch is heavier than those big and thick ones. My face hurts now!"

Most of the people who listen to books are regular visitors, and many people were present that day. Everyone knew the reasons, which were just a joke between a little girl who practiced immortality and a storyteller in the city.

A little boss in green silk waved and shouted to Mr.: "How old is a little girl? After walking through several bridges, you have eaten salt for half your life. Why are you pretentious? Open a book quickly!"

The gentleman set his sleeves, sat back on the bamboo chair, shaking the fan, and gave the little boss a blank look: "Opening books and books, you know how to open books. Just sip tea, and you don't see any more rewards for copper coins. I'm waiting to starve me to death, and see where you go to listen to books!"

"It's not easy for sir. It's time to reward some money. Everyone who has scattered silver will give you a look. I'll give it a first!" The boss was not only not angry, but also shouted for the gentleman.

Everyone was in a good mood and happily threw some copper coins.

"Okay, okay, thank you for your support." The gentleman bowed to everyone, and he didn't forget to mention another word: "If that girl wants to come up and greet you again, you have to hold her down for me."

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

"Okay, let's leave it to us!"

"Is this a matter of trouble?"

"Just let your heart go!"

Everyone was coaxing, and Baili Yanran couldn't say anything, so she could only hide beside the old Taoist in grievance.

The old Taoist looked at her docilely and then started fighting haha: "Yanran, if you are really beaten by someone later, don't say you are my apprentice. Don't implicate your master, do you know?"

"Oh!" Baili Yanran made a face at the old Taoist and sat aside alone.

The gentleman on the stage was angry and earned money, and he took a photo of Xingmu with satisfaction.

Bang-

The awakening wood sounded, and the entire teahouse suddenly became silent. This was respect for storytellers.

The gentleman stood up, folded his fan and pointed at Baili Yanran and the old Taoist.

"I will talk about a different story about cultivating immortals and asking about Taoism."

"Originally, the little girl who came down from the fairy mountain was present. I didn't want to talk about this book anymore, but after thinking about it, I still have to talk about it. Because this strange thing was written by my ancestors in the ancient books heired at home. Although it was bizarre, it was mostly just a real thing."

The gentleman glanced at Baili Yanran and saw that she had no intention of rushing to the stage, so he continued to talk.

"According to legend, thousands of years ago, there were no eight sects in this Kunlun Fairy Mountain. Just the Kunlun Fairy Sect, there was a cultivator named Wang Ye, who was talented and cultivating immortals at the age of three and condensed energy at the age of five. He was a genius in the age of life."

"A genius like him originally had to practice hard and ascension was just a matter of time. But the world did not fulfill his wish. In the year when he broke through to the Golden Pill Stage, the demon clan entrenched in the fog and underworld came to the world and fought in the Immortal Sect, intending to unify the human world. As a leader of the younger generation, Wang also did not intervene in this battle with the demon clan, but in the end, he still followed the elders in the sect."

"He never came back now. As for the bloody battle between the Immortal Sect and the Fog Underworld, he fought for more than ten years. The more he fought, the Immortal Sect felt more and more difficult. Until the end, he could only support it and even dared not take the initiative to invite the battle."

The gentleman sighed and looked to the ceiling.

When he stopped, the audience under the stage could not sit still and hurriedly urged:

"Sir, let me tell you, what about the lower part?"

"What should I do if I can't beat it? Will the Immortal Sect be destroyed?"

"Where is Wang Ye, where did he go?"

Baili Yanran also wanted to shout, but she still held back what she had done before.

She held her little hand and anxiously waited for the next plot. Unintentionally, Yu Guang glanced at the old Taoist beside her.

At this moment, the old Taoist clenched his fists and his white beards fluttered, and he had obviously moved his true energy.

Baili Yanran was puzzled. Master had always been happy before listening to books and had never been so serious. Could it be that Master had become enlightened and had the urge to go on stage to hit people?

Baili Yanran suddenly became expectant. If the master took action to dismantle the husband's desk, the scene would be very lively!

After the gentleman on the stage, he tried to suck the appetite of the people below the stage, he deliberately took a sip of tea slowly and then continued to talk:

"That day, the demon clan in the world gathered at the northern gate of Kunlun Fairy Mountain. These demons all had the ability to fly and escape from the sky, and had hundreds of thousands of troops. Looking at the monks in the Fairy Sect, plus the boys who were only seven or eight years old, there were only more than two thousand people. Who is stronger or weak can be seen by the blind man."

"With the order of the Demon King, the last battle related to the survival of the human world started like this. Two thousand monks fought to the death for seven days and seven nights, but they were defeated in the end. The mountain gate was broken by the demon clan and many immortal palaces were destroyed."

"But at this moment, a monk in black robe descended from the sky. The monk's feet were a giant sky-blue sword called the "aircraft" and a silver-lit armor on his body, called the "Iron Battle Clothes". Besides, in his hand, it was a divine crossbow with only one piece in the sky and under the ground, called "Barrett". Wherever the divine crossbow points, no matter how powerful you are, you will die in an instant!"

"Do you know who this monk is?"

When the gentleman said this, many people called out his name.

The gentleman nodded: "Yes, it is Wang Ye who has left. Wang Ye has also become the 'Taishang Iron Real Person' because of this spiritual outfit. He is such a big man who annihilated the demons and turned the tide. He was called a demon by the elders in the sect and was expelled from the master's sect within a few days. Are you angry?"

"What's even more annoying is still behind. After Wang Ye left Kunlun Fairy Mountain, the elders of the Immortal Sect felt that the spiritual equipment he held was too domineering. They sent their disciples to search for his whereabouts, tricked him back to the Immortal Sect, and asked him to hand over the spiritual equipment to the Immortal Sect for safekeeping!"

"Since then, there has been no news from Wang Ye. It is unknown whether his spiritual equipment has been handed over. It is not known whether he has passed away or ascended."

"My ancestors were fortunate to know the truth, but they could not tell the world, so they had to write it into the book and spread it to future generations."

After the teacher finished speaking, he drank tea and looked at Baili Yanran again: "Girl, which fairy mountain are you practicing?"

"Am I?"

Baili Yanran pointed at herself, and as she answered more and more, the old Taoist suddenly stood up and left the teahouse.

"Yanran, let's go."

Baili Yanran was a little confused, but when she saw that the old Taoist seemed to be in a bad mood, she didn't ask much.

She hurriedly bowed to the gentleman on the stage.

"Sir, Master and I have something to do. Let's listen to your story later!"
Chapter completed!