In the sea of beasts a hundred years ago, there were only two places in the Mohai world that became the surviving places of the human race.

One is the city of wealth.

The other one is Qi Gate.

The geographical location of Shengcai City belongs to the junction of four continents, and it is thousands of miles north of Qiyimen, which is earlier than Qiyimen.

On the third day of Hatoasa's death, the sea of beasts heading south came to Shengcai City.

The northwest corner, which was shattered by the battle between the dove and the smoke and rain, suddenly became the target of the demon army's entry into the city.

Just as everyone panicked, two figures stood outside the rift.

A wine gourd hangs from his waist, and a flying sword flies freely behind him.

An eight-pupil with the moon, with a handful of small flags pinned to his waist.

Just two of them, carrying the surging beast stream, guarded a huge gap, and blocked the vacancy with the corpse of the demon beast.

They are like gods descending from heaven to fill the gap in the earth.

With their help, the others who entered the city began to spontaneously garrison the nearest wall.

The north is the Oriental family.

Nan is part of the strength of the Qi Sect, as well as the people of the evening court, as well as the elite of the royal family who have been hiding from the world for a long time who have already gone south.

The West is the power of the Western Qin, which is dominated by the Ten Ghosts of the Western Qin, mixed with the people of Qin Shu.

The east is the Eastern Chu army led by Chu Xiangzi, Chu Hu and Chu people's proud grandfather's children and grandchildren, and Yan Gongqing has almost been killed and wounded, which is not enough to mention.

They are fighting on their own.

Among them, the easiest to defend the wall belongs to Dongchu.

The Chu people are proud of their husbands, and they can't open them.

He stood outside the Great Array of Shengcai City, turning a blind eye to those demon beasts below the ninth order, staring at the ninth-order demon beasts, one sword at a time, one sword at a time.

Its brave and good fighting posture is like the return of the superior, which makes the morale of Dongchu unprecedentedly grand.

The most difficult is the Oriental family.

The Oriental family is different from the other three directions, all of which have big sects as the cornerstone and things as footsteps.

The combat power of the entire clan of the Dongfang family is only a little bit of people.

In order to resist the attacks of the beast sea one after another, even the two guardian gods on the Divine Beast Mountain, Fat Fat and Little Stone, had to participate in the battle.

Kao was also moved into Shengcai City together with the Divine Beast Mountain after Jiang Banmei's consultation with everyone.

As for the forbidden land in the original residence of the Dongfang family, as well as the spiritual vein source marrow under the forbidden land, Jiang Banmei had neither the time nor the power to take care of it, so he had to arrange one or two people to keep an eye on it.

The northwest corner is also considered the crack in their section of the city wall.

In order to fill the gap, many people died.

But fortunately, in the end, it was extremely difficult to hold.

Since then, the Dongfang family has achieved corner overtaking, and under the escort of several people from the True Nine Realms, it has entered one of the new four major forces.

As for the other surviving base, it is the station of Qimen.

Outside the Qiyi station.

In a humble shed.

By the time the people have gone to tea and cooled, and the song is over, it will be night.

The old storyteller unhurriedly packed up his three or two pieces of luggage, and instructed the boy to put his baby for dinner.

It should be that the old man is old, talking about a day, and he is a little sleepy, and he is yawning at this time.

The tea guests in the tea shed gradually disappeared, and the last two people left, a man and a woman.

One of them has beautiful red eyebrows, and the other has a bewitching posture.

They are naturally Dongfang Hongmei and Pei Sanqian.

Looking at the old storyteller, the man with beautiful red eyebrows thought to himself: Your tired appearance at this time is more like an old man in the twilight than when you were telling the story before.

How long have you been following in the footsteps of the old man?

A year?

Two years?

Or ten or five years?

I don't remember the concept of the day very clearly.

He only remembered that he accompanied the woman around him to see the Qingsi Tomb three times, and followed the stupid man who was bent on death to watch the fireworks and flowers of the Qinglou in the mortal world a few times.

As for the habit of going out and walking around once a year, how can I count myself as falling behind the old man for a few years.

He looked like this a few years ago, and he still looks like this now.

His appearance has never changed.

Well, not mortal.

Dongfang Hongmei had a vague impression of the old man in his heart.

An old man who is not old, a strange man who knows everything in the world.

"Childe, I've been waiting for a long time, can I tell me if you have something?" the old man suddenly spoke, which made Dongfang Hongmei very surprised.

He originally planned to follow quietly and not disturb the old man's wandering in the mountains for the time being.

"It's only been a few days, not long. It was true that he had only been looking for him for a few days this time, and the man felt that he could follow him for a little longer.

It doesn't hurt to hang behind the storyteller's buttocks and listen to the old man talk about ancient and modern things a few more times.

"It's been years since you tried to find me. The old man was helpless, as if he wondered why he was deliberately watched by this red-eyebrow man in the vast sea of people.

The old man said that the story is a quiet and leisurely life.

But there are always people looking at you lightly, paying attention to you, is this still a fart escape?

The old storyteller was depressed, lifted the fat doll at his feet with one hand, sat down on a stool, put it on his lap, and rubbed the little boy's fat head like a ball.

The little guy looked unhappy, and the little fat paw kept pushing the old man's hand out, but to no avail.

"It's been a few years, and time flies. The man sighed sincerely, and in a flash, several years had passed.

"You don't care about the passage of time, that's your absent-mindedness. Someone will be looking for you, and you can go and see her for thousands of years. Don't waste the rest of your life on me, an old man who is half in the ground, it's not worth it. "And you went to provoke others first, and the old man didn't dare to say anything later, for fear of being beaten.

What is not worth it in the world?

If you don't care about anything, you won't regret anything.

Dongfang Hongmei actually scoffed at the storyteller's advice.

"Hmm. Looks like you really know everything?" asked Dongfang Hongmei.

"No, no, no, I don't know anything. Who knows everything? The old storyteller didn't admit it, although the look on the red-eyed man told him that he didn't believe it.

"Well, I know a lot of things, but I don't think I'm just half-aware. The old man laughed, naughty like a naughty boy.

"What do you mean by that?"

Half-understood, is it knowing or not knowing?

Dongfang Hongmei was a little puzzled.

"For example, I know who Childe is, but I can't figure out who Childe is. The old man spread his hands, and his helpless appearance seemed to hurt his brain as if the identity of the red-eyebrow man had hurt his brain.

Know who I am, but not who I am?

Doesn't knowing who I am mean knowing who I am?

The handsome man frowned slightly, feeling that the old man was not only strange, but also a little strange.

"These days, I've heard you say a lot of things, a lot of things. Dongfang Hong's eyebrows turned to the front, and he said something else.

"Do you like it?" asked the old man casually. It would be great if you could get a little appreciation from the audience.

"All wonderful. Dongfang Hongmei said.

Is this a compliment?

But why can't you hear a little approval?

The old man asked secretly in his heart.

It's all exciting, it's just not exciting enough.

There are many wonderful things, but is it still wonderful?

"Although Lao Yu is talking about some of the best characters in the world, compared with Gongzi, it is still worse after all. "Slapped the man's ass without a trace, the old man is very good at seeing people and telling nonsense.

"Bad or not, the world doesn't know me, what does it matter?" the red-eyed man raised his red eyebrows and chuckled.

"It's really time to make people reborn, and Childe has changed greatly. The old storyteller rarely sighed.

He originally thought that this person would not change, and it seemed that time had worn away his temperature.

"I always think back to the past, when I used to go against the wind all day long, but I always thought that I was blowing against the breeze, which was really extremely unwise. The man's index finger subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, and then his right hand hung down, and the fingertips lightly touched the belt around his waist, and a trace of arc blue flashed.

"Last night's sorrow and joy do not hinder today's joy. The past has been more than a thousand years, lingering too much, and the sea of suffering is boundless. The storyteller's tone at this time seemed to warn him not to live in the past.

"Hmm. I still feel the bitterness, does it mean that I am alive?" The red-eyebrow man took a sip of tea, and the tea was also bitter.

"Haha, what does Childe want to ask?" the old man flicked his beard and laughed, no longer playing the autumn wind.

"I wanted to ask a lot of questions, and my thoughts were always muddled and muddled. So that when you fall into thinking, you are often hesitant and difficult to choose. The man rubbed his head, as if his head ached from the moment of thought.

"The scenery of the world is timeless. If you are undecided, you can enter the world and ask today's crane in the clouds, even if they can't give you any answers, it's good to see a lot of chicken feathers. "The storyteller intends to come up with a bad idea and lead Dongfang Hongmei to ask others elsewhere.

"I've been in the world for a long time, and the people of the world can't get my interest. Their trivialities can only be listened to for fun, and I hope you will forgive me. "Men have no idea to fight with others, how can they show up and care about how many times there are now, and how much they are changing?

"Childe, what do you want to hear? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been following me as a storyteller. "If the world is not interested, then the world is not interested.

You don't ask for a long time, then you listen to me.

The old man thought to himself.

The man smiled slightly, narrowing his eyes.

When you talk about the book, you are so interested that I am naturally willing to listen to it.

The question is, what would you like to tell me?

He nodded, signaling that I was doing so.

"Who do you want to hear about?How about giving it to Childe as a gift, and thanking Childe for his generosity to my livelihood for so many years?" the old man resumed the dancing of his eyebrows when he was telling the story.

"That's very good. Dongfang Hongmei waved his hand, and the tea was brewed by himself, and the originally cold tea also emitted white smoke at this time.

A cup appeared in the old storyteller's hand, and the cup floated directly to the man's hand.

"What old story would Childe want to hear?" the storyteller asked indifferently as he took a sip of tea and enjoyed his expression as if he were drinking a fine wine.

"Old gentleman, do you remember that Luoshui was cut off?" Dongfang Hongmei asked.

The old man's eyes were closed, as if he was trying to recall, the past was too old, and it was very difficult to recall.

"It was a long time ago. "Luoshui, a river that many people in the world have never heard of.

The storyteller took another sip of tea, this time in one go.

"Yes, but to me, it feels like yesterday. The man's faint words were not sad at all.

"Ahem, flirting with the past is tantamount to picking up wounds, if I have those bad things to say later, Childe can't blame me. "Ugly words have to be said in advance, the old man doesn't want to say more and lose, although the possibility of the person in front of him taking away his head on an impulse is less than one in 10,000, but the old man doesn't want to try his luck.

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it. I remember saying that if everything goes my way, then I will not be happy. Listen to what the people of the future have to say about the past. Dongfang Hongmei is very free, as if he doesn't care about the past.

"Good. The old man cleared his throat, "Childe has picked a good time period for geniuses, I don't know who Childe wants to hear?"

"The things you say are nothing more than the life adventures of one of the best people in a period of time. Today, I want to hear what you haven't said all along. Dongfang Hongmei smiled.

The storyteller chuckled in his heart and asked tentatively, "His business?"

Dongfang Hongmei didn't know who he was in the old man's mouth, and asked, "Who?"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart, oh, that's not him.

If you are not old and confused, then there should be only one who has not told the world about the number one in the world.

Fortunately, it wasn't him who asked, otherwise his things would have been boring.

There are not many women in Fengyue, there are few confidants, and he has not fought many times in his life, and he can say the three words of victory and defeat, and he has never lost.

In fact, the old storyteller has never told the story of a man, and for thousands of years, it has been for one reason.

That is, a person who can be said to have a blood feud with that man is still alive, and she is still standing in the clouds of this world.

Telling less of one person's story can lead to less fire.

Otherwise, even if that man's affairs are boring, the old man has the confidence to speak with his three-inch tongue and listen to the guests' hearts.

However, the old storyteller is afraid of death, and he is very afraid of death.

This is true even today.

The storyteller has walked the rivers and lakes all his life, such a long life, what powerful person has not seen?

Although I can't beat it myself, after a long time, my vision must still be very accurate.

The old man decided that the fear of death was the reason why he had lived so long.

But if this man today had to let him talk about the taciturn man, the old storyteller would not be afraid.

Because, the handsome man in front of him will definitely be able to keep him.

After all, the cause and effect left by those years, looking at the world of immortals now, if anyone can solve it, only this red-eyebrow man can solve it.

That's right, the best in the world.

There is only one number one in the world, and his sword is also the best in the world.

"Do you know about the last human meeting?" asked Dongfang Hongmei.

"I've heard of it. The old man nodded.

"I'm going to hear the story of the guy who came in third place at the human meeting. Dongfang Hongmei said.

The old storyteller's mouth opened slightly, very surprised.

He looked at the woman beside the red-eyebrow man, and thought to himself, "Are you revealing a scar?"

Is this a question of a past life?

Or is it this life?

The old man was puzzled and stunned.

Seeing the old man's embarrassed face, Dongfang Hongmei did not make a sound to disturb.

He waited, knowing that the old man would speak.

I have been thinking about God for a long time, and it would be inappropriate for the storyteller not to open his mouth again.

"Really?" the storyteller asked tentatively, but this time he asked the quiet and picturesque woman beside Dongfang Hongmei.

"Tell me, I'd like to hear it too. Pei Sanqian sat a little farther away on her side, Dongfang Hong's eyebrows stepped back, and her head was just resting on her lap.

When Dongfang Hongmei's head touched Pei Sanqian's soft legs, a sentence quietly sounded in his ears:

The kid doesn't drink, and he pillows his knees under the peaks.

The green silk is picturesque, and there are three thousand dance costumes.

With his thoughts wandering, Dongfang Hongmei shook his head, closed his eyes, and said, "Thrush for me." ”

Pei Sanqian gently brushed away a line of tears for her husband with her fingertips, took out a blood-red rouge, and teased it on the man's eyebrows.

The old man looked at the two of them, and knew that he had made up his mind.

So, he stopped hiding from it.

"Count one and two lifetimes, today I broke the rule once, and counted the third in the world when it was cold and warm and dried. ”

"Little boy, start the song. ”

"Ancient song, good night tonight. ”

"The old rules, a story and a poem. ”

"Love and hate are shallow after all, and love and hatred are sad and slightly cool. The old student is not talented, casually, forgive me. ”

"The story begins in winter, the third day before the curtain falls......