Time has passed, and thirty years have passed since the end of Sun De's story about Luo and Gu's struggle for immortals.

Thirty years is basically half a life of a mortal, too many changes can happen, too many turns can occur, and for this small county, although there are batches of children born, grown up, married, and had children.

But there are also batches of people, declining, frustrated, and old, until they die.

But what remains unchanged is the county itself, whether it is the building, or the city wall, or the yamen compound, and...... The teahouse of that year.

It is still the same as before, even if it is damaged, but on the whole, it seems that there are not many changes, but the houses are less broken tiles, the city walls are less bricks and stones, and the yamen compound is less plaques, and ...... In the teahouse, there is no storyteller back then.

But in this county, there are also more people and things, more shops, more towers on the city wall, more drums in the yamen compound, more guys in the teahouse, and ...... Under the Dongcheng Bridge, there was one more beggar.

The beggar was full of gray hair, his clothes were dirty, his hands were like dirt growing on his skin, half leaning against the wall behind him, and in front of him lay a broken wooden table, and there was a black plank on it, and at this moment the old beggar was looking at the sky, as if in a daze, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was about to go blind, and his whole body was dirty, but his face was full of wrinkles...... Very clean, very clean.

It seems that this is his only, only decency.

It's just that this clean face is as incompatible with the other beggars around him, and it is also as incongruous as the crowd of people coming and going around him, and the bustling voice.

He didn't seem to care, and after a while, in the sky was a little cloudy, the old beggar made a cooing sound in his throat, as if laughing, as if crying, he lowered his head, picked up the black plank on the table, and put it towards the table, making the crisp sound of the year.

"Last time, before the destruction of the vast Dao Domain, 90 million immeasurable eons ago, beyond the Xuanhuang of this heaven and earth, in the depths of the endless and strange distant starry sky, two powerful beings who had existed since the beginning of the primordial period competed with each other for the immortal position!"

"But when he saw the power of that Luo, he raised his right hand and grabbed the Heavenly Dao, and was about to crush the ......."

"But the ancient is even better, and when he turns around, he actually reverses time......" The old beggar's voice was subdued, and he shook his head even more, as if he was immersed in the story, as if in his dim eyes, he saw not the crowd that passed by in a hurry and no one cared, but those fascinated eyes in the teahouse back then.

Even though his opening caused the dissatisfaction of the other beggars around him, he still used the black wooden board in his hand to knock on the table, shook his head, and continued to tell the story.

"Old man, you've been telling this story for thirty years, can you change it?"

"The surname Sun, hurry up and shut up, disturb my sweet dream, uncle, are you undergoing a beating again!" The dissatisfied voice became stronger and stronger, and finally a middle-aged beggar with a very fierce appearance next to him stepped forward and grabbed the old beggar's clothes and glared at him viciously.

"Old Sun, you still think that you are the original Mr. Sun, I warn you, I disturb Lao Tzu's dream again, this place ...... You're going to move out for me!"

Although the old beggar's eyes were dim, he glared at the middle-aged beggar who was clutching his collar.

"Bold, I'm Mr. Sun, I'm a lifter, I'm famous all over the world, I'm ......"

"You madman!" the middle-aged beggar raised his right hand and was about to slap it over, when a low shout came from afar.

"Stop!"

As the sound came, I saw an old man holding a five or six-year-old child from the side of the overpass, walking slowly.

Seeing the arrival of the old man, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, and the ferocity on his face turned into sycophancy and flattery, and he hurriedly spoke.

"It turned out to be Zhou Yuanwai, and the little one said hello to your old man. ”

"Stand down. That week, the clerk frowned, took out some copper coins from his arms and threw them over, and the middle-aged beggar quickly picked them up, smiled more flatteringly, and hurriedly stepped back.

Ignoring the other party, this week's eyes were full of emotion and complexity, looking at the old beggar who had tidied up his clothes at the moment, and continued to sit there, raising his hand to knock the black wooden board back on the table.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please say a paragraph, I want to listen to the part where Luo laid out the 90 million immeasurable tribulations and fought the final battle with Gu. Zhou Yuanwai spoke softly.

The old beggar rolled his eyelids, swept Zhou Yuan's outside, looked at it, and smiled faintly.

"It turned out to be Xiao Er, are you here?"

Zhou Yuanwai laughed when he heard this, as if he was caught in a memory, and spoke after a while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, just waiting for your old man. As he spoke, he put down the curious boy in his arms, stepped forward and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar smiled triumphantly, picked up the black plank, and struck it on the table, making a snapping sound.

"Last time, I said ......" The old beggar's voice, echoing in the bustling voice, seemed to take him back to the past, and Zhou Yuanwai opposite him, it seemed to be like this, the two of them said, one listened, until after dusk, as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou Yuanwai took a deep breath, looked at the gloomy sky, took off his coat and covered the old beggar's body, and then bowed deeply, left some money, and left with the child.

In the distance, the curious voice of the child could be heard.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar? ”

"He, it's Mr. Sun, when my grandfather was still working as a timekeeper in the teahouse, he admired the most. ”

"But why is he here, not coming home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to walk thousands of mountains and rivers and watch Li Min's life, maybe he is tired, so take a rest here. The old man's sighing voice blended with the child's crisp voice, and he walked farther and farther.

He couldn't see that behind him was like a sleeping old beggar, his body was trembling at the moment, and in his closed eyes, he couldn't hold back the tears, which flowed down on his decent face, and as the tears fell, there was also a muffled thunder in the gloomy sky, and drops of cold rain were also sprinkled on the world.

The raindrop was so cold that the old beggar shivered and slowly opened his dim eyes, picked up the black plank on the table, and stroked it in his hand, the only thing that accompanied him from beginning to end.

Touching the black plank, the old beggar looked up at the sky, and he remembered the rain at the end of the story.

The rain thirty years ago, cold, no warmth, like fate, after the story of Gu and Luo was finished, he had no dreams, and the stories about demons, demons, eternity, and demigods and half-immortals that he created were not exciting enough, and everyone looked forward to them from the beginning, until they were full of impatience, and finally no one cared.

He tried many versions, all of which failed without exception, and the failure of storytelling also made him more humble at home, his father-in-law's dissatisfaction, and his wife's contempt and disgust, all made him bitter at the same time, and he could only hope for the imperial examination.

But...... He still failed.

In desperation, he could only re-tell the story about Gu and Xian, which allowed him to resume his original life in a short period of time, but as the days passed, seven years later, no matter how wonderful the story was, it could not overcome the repetition, and gradually, when everyone heard it, when more people imitated it in other places, Sun De's road was also broken.

He had no source of income, and gradually lost his fame and dignity, and at this time, his wife, after countless times of disgust, was in front of him, getting along with others, and even when he was angry, he directly ended his marriage with him, and with the support of his original father-in-law, he remarried someone else.

And Sun De also suffered from the deception at the beginning, was beaten violently, broke his legs, and was thrown out of the house, that day, it was also raining, and it was the same cold.

Having lost his family, his career, his dignity, everything, his legs, and wailing in the rain, he finally couldn't bear such a blow, he went crazy.

In other words, he had to go crazy, because how famous he was when he was the most popular, so how big the loss is after having nothing now, this gap is not something ordinary people can bear.

Crazy, he relied on the alms of the past listeners who occasionally sighed and recalled, and gradually he became a beggar, a beggar who lived in his own world and still told stories.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but it seemed that he was unwilling, and he struggled to still live, even if it was ...... The only thing that accompanied him was the black plank.

At this moment, caressing the black plank, Sun De looked at the rain, he felt that today seemed to be colder than usual, as if the whole world was left with him, everything in his eyes became blurred, faint, he seemed to hear many voices, saw many figures.

"Mr. Sun, let's have a paragraph. ”

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we all scratched our hearts when we heard it, don't sell your old man. ”

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you made us wait, but it's worth it!"

Listening to the voices around him and looking at the enthusiastic figures, Sun De smiled, but his smile was slowly turning into eternity as his body cooled down.

But at this moment...... He suddenly saw the figure of two people in the crowd, exceptionally clear, it was a white-haired middle-aged man, he seemed to have sadness in his eyes, and there was a little girl in red clothes beside him, although the child's clothes were happy, but his face was pale, and his figure was a little illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The two of them sat there, staring at themselves.

"Please also ask the seniors, save my daughter, Wang is willing to pay all the price for this!" When Sun De looked at it, the white-haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to Sun De.