An old man carrying a bird cage walked slowly down the street.
Along the way, people greeted him from time to time.
"Mr. Weng, are you going to listen to books again?"
"Tsk, you listen to books in the tea shop during the day and listen to music on the hook at night. Your old life is really enviable."
... Mr. Weng, an old man in the city, is very familiar with this neighborhood and knows that this is a rich man who has no worries about food and clothing.
It is said that his son is a great swordsman, but no one knows whether it is true or not.
People only know that this old man has a kind temperament and a compassionate heart. He often gives money to help those poor people who can't make ends meet.
The only thing that is objectionable is that despite his age, Weng is very romantic and plays the flute almost every night, rain or shine.
Almost everyone among the girls in the brothels in the city knows that Mr. Weng is famous for his reputation as a man whose pear blossoms overwhelm the begonias.
Along the way, Mr. Weng greeted people on the road with a smile, and soon came to a tea shop.
Dr. Tea had already made tea and prepared snacks for Mr. Weng at his usual place. When he saw Mr. Weng appear, Dr. Tea even more diligently stepped forward to greet him.
Mr. Weng Shiran sat in the chair, picked up the teacup, and said, "Are there any new stories to listen to today?"
Dr. Tea smiled mysteriously and said: "Today we have a storyteller who claims to know everything. He is very sharp-tongued. I guarantee that you will not be disappointed."
Mr. Weng said with a smile: "Then I'm very excited."
Soon, under the gaze of all the guests, a storyteller came behind the three-foot square table in the center of the tea shop.
"My surname is Jin and my first name is Yu. I'm new here. I hope you can bear with me."
Jin Yu briefly introduced himself and said, "If you have any stories you want to hear, you may wish to mention them, and I will tell them for you one by one."
"Then tell me about Su Jianzun's deeds. If your story is good, I will reward you greatly!"
Someone said, "If you don't agree with me, get out of here!"
There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse, and I recognized the speaker named Du. He often listened to books, and when he encountered an unpleasant story, he would turn against him and scold him angrily.
But if you encounter a wonderful story, Du Zhe will definitely not hesitate to reward it.
Jin Yu smiled slightly and said: "Then let me tell you about the deeds that happened to Su Jianzun in the past year. Some of these deeds, I guarantee that none of you here have ever heard of them!"
Suddenly, everyone's curiosity was aroused.
Only Weng Laoyun was calm and gentle, and he had become accustomed to the storyteller's tricks to whet his appetite. He didn't care at all.
"One year ago, the Sanqing Taoist Court was destroyed, and the spiritual practice pattern of the world was rewritten. The world has entered a turbulent and bloody period."
"Everyone must know that a year ago, Su Jianzun told the world that he had issued a wanted list with a reward through the Qilin Chamber of Commerce..."
Before Jin Yu could continue, someone had already slapped the table and said: "Okay, stop rambling, we all know what you said, let's get to the point and talk about the exciting stuff!"
This seems very rude.
Very rude too.
Some of the listeners here were a little unhappy. Storytelling is about stories. Since it is a story, how could it not be passed down from generation to generation?
Jin Yu smiled and didn't take it seriously, and continued: "After the release of the wanted list, in just one year, many shocking battles took place."
"Six times?" someone was surprised, "Isn't it only three times?"
Others were also whispering to each other.
Over the past year, almost all the stories told by storytellers in the teahouse revolved around Su Jianzun.
It’s not that those storytellers are incompetent, but that’s what listeners do. If they don’t say these things, no one will want to listen at all.
Therefore, many people here are familiar with what Su Jianzun has done in the world of God's Domain in the past year, and they are extremely certain that Su Jianzun has done three major things that shocked the world in this year.
But no one expected that the new storyteller this time would actually say that Su Jianzun had done six great things.
All of a sudden, everyone's appetite was completely whetted.
"I don't want to make things up!"
Someone reminded, "No nonsense!"
Jin Yu smiled and said, "Everyone, please be patient and listen."
"The first thing happened eleven months ago. Su Jianzun and a group of friends traveled 90,000 miles to the Brahma God Continent and destroyed the Donghua Sword Pavilion in front of Linghong Mountain."
"At that time, five Nine Refining God Lords died!"
All the guests present had heard about this matter more than once. Although they were impatient, they still listened carefully without interrupting.
They all had to admit that Jin Yu's words were very sharp, eloquent, and fascinating. When people listened, they felt as if they were actually there, which was quite rewarding.
"The second thing happened nine months ago. The Wenren clan, an ancient tribe in the Southern Fire God Continent, was destroyed by the Black Water. In this battle, Su Jianzun killed sixteen immortal gods of the Wenren clan...
"The third thing happened eight months ago. In the 'Beihu Realm', one of the thirty-three realms of the God's Domain, a bloody battle was staged. The founder of the Boundless Sea Spirit Pot Demon Court, Jin He, was defeated by Yan Chi.
Zhen, Bao Ye Demon Ancestor, Five Desire Demon Lord and many more
Two peerless beings join forces to kill each other!"
This incident caused a commotion in the tea shop.
Because this is the first time they have heard of it.
Even the old man, who had been sitting calmly and listening to the book, couldn't help but sit up straight and look like he was listening.
Jin Yu's eloquence is amazing. He narrates this battle, giving people the feeling that he has personally participated in this bloody battle. Just listening to his narration makes people feel overwhelmed.
A sense of tension and tragedy.
Some people were terrified.
Some people were shocked and lost their voices.
Some people clenched their hands tightly, and chills ran down their spines.
For a moment, everyone had different expressions, all immersed in the shocking battle.
After hearing this, everyone in the teahouse felt as if they had just woken up from a dream. They breathed a long sigh of relief, and then the pot exploded. The discussion sounded loudly, as if the roof would be blown off.
"Wonderful!"
"Su Jianzun is amazing!"
"It turns out that the Golden Crane Demon Lord is already dead!"
... Mr. Weng frowned and said, "Are you sure you're not making this up?"
Jin Yu gave a bitter smile, "How dare I, a humble storyteller who wanders at the bottom of the world, arrange the life and death of a Nine-Refined God Lord?"
Mr. Weng said oh, took out a golden ticket from his sleeve robe, gave it to Jin Yu, and said, "Continue talking."
Jin Yu smiled, clasped his fists in thanks, and then continued:
"The fourth incident happened half a year ago. The founder of the Boundless Sea Tianlan Temple, the founder of the Tianlan Demon Lord, died tragically in a time and space forbidden area in Dongsheng Divine Continent."
"The one who took action was none other than Su Jianzun."
"It is said that the forbidden land of time and space was completely destroyed by Su Jianzun."
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"The fifth thing happened three months ago. Su Jianzun found the Xitian Lingshan Taoism hidden in the Taiyin ruins!"
When this was mentioned, the whole audience was in an uproar and everyone was shocked.
Xitian Lingshan, the dominant force in the divine domain and the number one Buddhist sect in the world, disappeared from the world a year ago.
Who dares to imagine that this ancient master-level orthodoxy is hidden in the Taiyin ruins?
The tea cup that Mr. Weng had just picked up paused at his lips, and his brows were full of surprise.
"Unfortunately, when Su Jianzun found the hiding place in Xitian Lingshan, the people in Xitian Lingshan had already evacuated one step ahead, so there was no war."
Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
The destruction of the Sanqing Taoist Court completely reshaped the practice pattern of the divine realm.
If the West Tianling Mountain is also destroyed...
I don’t know what this world of God’s Domain will become!
They are not on the side of Xitian Lingshan, but if the world is turbulent because of this, they, the lowest level characters, will also be affected.
"The sixth thing."
When Jin Yu said this, he glanced at everyone in the tea shop and said, "Just a month ago, Su Jianzun found the founder of the Lingji Divine Court, Old Man Lingji, and staged an unprecedented battle in Bixiaoling."
"In the end, Old Man Lingji was injured and escaped!"
There was another commotion in the whole place.
The clever old man, a peerless being with endless plans, a legend with a skill that reached the sky, and a dragon that saw its head but never its tail, was unexpectedly defeated by Su Jianzun!
This matter was also something that no one here had ever heard of, and everyone was talking about it for a while.
After the storyteller Jin Yu finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, turned around and left quietly.
Mr. Weng glanced at the direction Jin Yu left and stood up to leave.
After walking out of the tea shop, the streets were busy with traffic and pedestrians, but Jin Yu's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Mr. Weng frowned, looked around, and then his expression changed slightly.
"Then there's something wrong with the storyteller's identity!"
Mr. Weng was shocked. With his method, he could see everything happening in the entire city in an instant.
No matter who it is, no one can escape his lock.
But now, the storyteller Jin Yu seemed to have evaporated and disappeared without a trace!
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and we must change the place!"
The old man looked motionless, pacing as before, walking slowly towards the distance.
Along the way, many people greeted him.
"Mr. Weng, which Goulan are you going to listen to music at again this time?"
"Haha, I don't know which girl will be blessed by Mr. Weng tonight."
Some people joked in ambiguous tones.
Mr. Weng smiled and responded one by one without saying anything.
This time, he did not go to Goulan to listen to music like before, but walked towards his residence.
"Why don't you go and stay in a brothel today, listen to music and make music?"
Suddenly, a calm voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
The old man's body froze, he quietly stamped his feet, his face became unprecedentedly solemn, and his pair of cloudy eyes shrank like needles at this moment!
"If you dare to move, I guarantee you will die an ugly death."
Quietly, a tall figure appeared in front of Mr. Weng.
The visitor was dressed in a green robe, bathed in the skylight, with a hint of smile on his handsome face, looking at Mr. Weng's uncertain old face.
"How...how did you find me?"
Mr. Weng had a stern face, his eyes fixed on the green-robed man opposite him, and his voice was filled with unspeakable heaviness and surprise.
"The passing wind leaves traces, and the passing geese leave their voices."
The man in green robe said with a smile, "When everyone in the world is at my disposal, it is not difficult to find your hiding place."