Chapter 1869 The Storyteller of the Immortal Realm
Looking away, Ye Han continued to walk forward.
In the street ahead, there are various shops selling elixirs, weapons, massages, and more.
Ye Han even saw that there were many immortals gathered in some attics, and there were faint sounds of immortal music. There were female immortals in seductive clothes who sang with their melodious and melodious voices, which were extremely pleasant to the ears.
"Immortals also need rich spiritual food."
Ye Han couldn't help but sigh.
In today's fairy world, there are countless immortals and countless strong men. How many can truly stand at the top?
Ordinary immortals, after a long period of cultivation, may one day become boring. They always hope to find different stimulations in peace, which can at least provide comfort to many confused immortals.
This gave rise to a lot of industries in the immortal world, so much so that there was the Qunfang Pavilion, which had been open in the Seven Immortals City for 20,000 years, and even gave away Kui beef kidneys when drinking and eating to replenish kidney energy for male immortals.
This art building also appeared in front of me.
"Go in and take a look!"
Ye Han vaguely heard the singing, but felt that when the singing came into his ears, he felt happier and more energetic. It seemed that there was really something to say.
Entering this art building, Ye Han saw a large number of immortals gathered inside, all drinking and drinking tea, either gathering in groups of three or two, or alone, listening to the melodious singing of the woman behind the curtain in front.
"It's not easy!"
Ye Han was shocked.
He discovered that after hearing the woman's singing, it seemed to be able to affect people's emotions and mood. No matter how irritable and depressed the mood was, listening to such singing for a long time would gradually bring comfort and relieve stress.
All the ways in the world can reach heaven, and among them there is also the way of music.
"If the creatures in the nineteen states of eternity heard the singing of such female immortals, would they be considered to have heard real immortal music?"
Ye Han couldn't help but think.
This is the first floor, and he came to the second floor of the art building.
Between this second layer and the first layer, there is a barrier from the fairy formation, so the sounds do not interfere with each other.
On the second floor, there were also a large number of warriors gathered. Everyone was sitting quietly in the hall, listening to the storytelling by an old man and a young man on the stage in front of him.
"Storyteller?"
Ye Han was surprised.
He has never seen a storyteller in the nineteen states of eternity. Only in the secular world of the place of origin can there be such creatures who make a living as storytellers.
I didn't expect to see this scene in the fairy world.
"Okay, let's talk about the last part of today."
The old man in front took a sip of tea and cleared his throat: "Tell me the story of the Martial Emperor of the Ten Directions. It is said that somewhere in the sky, there is an ancient universe. There is a continent in the universe called the Dark Night Continent."
"In the Dark Night Continent, a sect called Zimo Sect joined a young man named Ye Xingchen. The young man was born without one of the eight extraordinary meridians, so his martial arts training was limited and he was bullied by his fellow disciples. On this rainy night,
Ye Xingchen was punished by the elder of the Zimo Sect to stand in the back mountain, and was attacked by lightning. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky, and accompanied by the thunder and lightning, it entered Ye Xingchen's body."
"On the second day, Ye Xingchen did not die. Instead, he got a blessing in disguise. A mysterious old man appeared in his body..."
Ahead, the old man's voice slowly sounded.
The boy next to him sometimes responded, seeming to be imitating Ye Xingchen's voice in the story.
An old man and a young man told a story vividly and vividly, and it took more than an hour to finish telling a story. Ye Han actually stopped until the end and listened with gusto.
"Okay, today's book is finished. Those who have money will give me money, and those who don't want to pay will cheer me up. The old man and his grandson will come back tomorrow."
An old man and a young man bowed on the stage.
Ye Han roughly understood that this storyteller in the fairy world seemed to be here every day telling the legendary stories that happened in the heavens and the world, and telling the stories of the rise of one strange man after another in the heavens.
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but for the immortals listening here, it can at least give them some motivation to practice in their confusion.
Life always gives people surprises. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, some immortal present in this hall will get the opportunity to change his destiny, suddenly become famous, soar into the sky, and become a big shot in the immortal world in the future.
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"Old man, you two are unkind, are you looking for scolding?"
In the crowd in front, a young man surrounded by many warriors spoke up and shouted dissatisfied.
"Why are you so rude?"
The old man couldn't help but be startled.
The young man was dissatisfied and said: "Every day I tell you that tomorrow's story will be better, but I only tell five stories every day, which is not enough. If you continue to be so lazy, I will scold you every day from now on."
"This young hero has a lot of five stories. The old man and his grandson are also going to collect stories to prepare for telling them tomorrow."
The old man responded.
"snort!"
The young man snorted coldly: "Look at the Eternal Dragon Sect next door. They claim to tell ten stories every day."
"The Eternal Dragon Sect? The Eternal Dragon Sect tells ten stories every day, but they require tickets, and they recently opened a third stall. They no longer tell ten stories a day, but two stories a day."
The old man said.
The young man hesitated for a moment, and then hummed: "Then...then look at the house next door, Devouring the Ancient Sect, and telling ten stories every day."
"ah?"
The old man was startled: "But... the sect leader of the Devouring Ancient Sect has long been hired by other cities to tell stories. Whether the stall in Qixian City is good or bad, he no longer cares. Ten stories a day have become two stories a day.
There is only one paragraph every day, but I have been preparing five stories for everyone every day for so many years."
After saying that, the old man took a deep breath and said: "Moreover, there are no tickets here, and you can listen to the book for free. If you are in a good mood, I will give you money and two immortal stones. If you are in a bad mood, just leave after listening and come back tomorrow."
"Then I don't care. Five stories a day is not enough. Old guy, if you keep doing this, I will scold you to death and smash your stall. Do you believe it or not?"
the young man shouted.
The young man next to the old man opened his eyes: "Big brother, why are you scolding grandpa? Grandpa didn't charge you any money. Big brother, you have been here for almost a year. Apart from drinking free tea, you have not given us any money."
I was rewarded with a fairy stone, we don’t owe you anything.”
"Boy, what did you say?"
The young man's face changed, his voice was sharp and he became angry: "I will beat you to death, do you believe it or not?"
This scene scared the young man and immediately shrank back and hid behind the old man.
The old man frowned, an invisible aura stirred up, and his voice was a bit colder: "Ouyang Diao, on weekdays you just yell a few words, but today you want to smash the old man's stall?"
Not far away, a group of guards from the Daoyi Building immediately appeared. They all looked at the Ouyang Tiao with cold eyes, showing a warning look.
Feeling the pressure from the front, Ouyang Diao couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and shouted: "Humph, I won't argue with you. I, Ouyang Diao, am low-key and dignified."