"In the fifth level of the God Realm, ancient strange beasts appear in the world of Suitian, killing countless people and causing thousands of sects to be destroyed overnight!"
"The ancient beasts are invincible in the imperial realm!"
Snapped!
The storyteller slapped the desk hard, signaling to the audience that the climax was coming.
"Seeing that the world of Suitian was about to encounter the greatest disaster in history, the Son of God of the Temple of Light happened to pass by, and with his Dharma Eyes, he emitted thousands of rays of light and fought with the ancient beasts."
"That battle was fought in darkness, with no light from the sun or the moon. It lasted for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and even the mountains and rivers were leveled to the ground by one man and one beast."
"In the end, it was the divine son of the Light Clan who was superior in skill, suppressed and subdued the ancient beasts, and saved the world!"
The storyteller finished speaking and moistened his throat.
The monks from the God Realm in the field clapped their hands and applauded.
In the world of gods, storytelling methods like this are not common.
Most people would not dare to talk about things about the Seven Shang Clan, let alone things related to the God Son of the Light Clan.
Therefore, they listened with great enthusiasm.
Many monks from the God Realm also gave the storyteller spiritual stones as a reward, and they were very generous.
Whether it's true or not, they mainly want to hear the story.
"After talking about the God Son of the Light Clan, let's talk about the Goddess of the Wind Clan, Feng Xueruo."
"One person and one sword have faced the seven tribes of the God Realm directly. This is the only one in history! Feng Xueruo used the sword for his close friend the Saint of the Snow Clan, and got back something belonging to the Saint of the Snow Clan from the hands of the seven tribes, but he could never see her again. ”
"That day, it snowed in all the nine heavens of the God Realm, and the wind was also very strong. I cried like a woman crying..."
When the storyteller tells different stories, his voice changes accordingly, and his emotions are also different. It is full of details.
After telling Feng Xueruo's story, many female cultivators in the audience burst into tears because of Feng Xueruo's sincere love. Some even secretly cursed the seven clans in the God Realm.
Of course, the sound was very small, no one heard it, and no one cared.
Even if the words of a restaurant reach the ears of the seven tribes in the God Realm, no one will care.
In the field, only Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan listened to this story very seriously.
Especially Mu Yuyan, she has the memory of the remnant soul of the Snow Clan Saint. Even though it is not clear, she knows that what the storyteller said was not completely fabricated.
She immediately looked at the storyteller.
Mei Mu was stunned.
Because she was surprised to find that the man looked exactly like the storyteller that Gu's Tea House once hired.
Mu Yuyan immediately informed Gu Lan of this discovery.
"It's him!"
"His breath has not changed!"
Gu Lan looked at the storyteller and was also quite surprised.
He had met the storyteller several times, because the storyteller once talked about the book he wrote, and he said it very well.
But later, for unknown reasons, the other party resigned from Gu's Tea House.
Gu Lan was quite surprised to meet an old friend by chance in the God Realm.
The storyteller then told the stories of several people. Without exception, they were all influential figures in the divine world. Their lowest starting points were the saint sons and saints of the seven tribes in the upper world.
Those stories were also told with great emotion, as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes, making them very enjoyable to listen to.
Until the storyteller finished speaking, everyone was still immersed in the story and couldn't extricate themselves.
"Mr. Zhuge, long time no see."
At this time, Gu Lan stepped forward and said hello to the storyteller.
Although they had only met once, Gu Lan still remembered the other person's name, Zhuge Qingyun.
I don't know if it was taken from "The good wind will send me to the blue clouds with its strength", but the name still impressed him deeply.
"Mr. Gu!"
Seeing Gu Lan, Zhuge Qingyun was stunned for a moment, but immediately put on a smile on his face.
He immediately started chatting with Gu Lan.
"I didn't expect Mr. Zhuge to come to the God Realm. It's really unexpected!"
"It was really unfair to ask my husband to be a storyteller in a teahouse."
"Where! Where!"
Hearing Gu Lan's compliment, Zhuge Qingyun waved his hands repeatedly and said humbly: "I'm just an ordinary storyteller, a charlatan who is looking for a living, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"
Then, he explained why he came to the God Realm.
The reason is that he never stays in one place for too long. After staying in Dajing for a while, he left Dajing and went to the East China Sea where he met a young man and received a wooden sign from him.
Through that wooden tablet, he obtained a mysterious inheritance related to storytelling, and was accidentally teleported to the God Realm, which gave him the opportunity he has today.
"I'm really not the material for cultivation. I have been in the God Realm for so many years, and I still only have the strength of the early stage of the king's level. I have also emptied the wealth I have accumulated over the years as a storyteller."
"Not long ago, I returned to my old career and became a storyteller in this world of gods."
"This God Realm Restaurant is very boring. I'm a good storyteller, so I can make a living."
Zhuge Qingyun's attitude remained humble throughout his words.
Gu Lan just asked, but he didn't expect that the other party would have such a bumpy adventure.
Hearing that young man from Donghai reminded him of Chen Feng unconsciously.
If it had something to do with that guy, Zhuge Qingyun's adventure would make sense.
Even though he didn't use the Qi Watching Technique, with Gu Lan's current strength, he could tell at a glance that Zhuge Qingyun only had King level cultivation.
If the opponent has hidden strength for so long, there is only one possibility, and that is that the opponent is stronger than Gu Lan.
No matter what the situation was, the other party had no ill intentions. Gu Lan met an old friend by chance and didn't want to go into details.
He immediately invited Zhuge Qingyun to have a cup of spiritual tea together.
"It's disrespectful, so I'd like to thank Mr. Gu first."
Zhuge Qingyun thanked him first, and then followed Gu Lan.
After meeting Mu Yuyan, he didn't seem to know that Mu Yuyan was the Empress of Dajing, and he only met her in the name of his friend's wife.
The three of them drank tea together, and the spiritual tea that Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan introduced was naturally the imperial grade spiritual tea that he received from the system reward.
The rich spiritual energy of the spiritual tea directly allowed Zhuge Qingyun to break through the realm that he had been shackles for a long time and reach the middle stage of the king level.
In order to thank Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan, he told almost everything he knew about the God Realm.
This even includes the forces from the God Realm participating in the Competition of Ten Thousand Races, as well as forces from other walks of life.
These are all the news that he accidentally learned while traveling around.
It is up to him to judge whether it is true or not. He cannot guarantee that it is 100% true, but it can be at least 90% true.
"Young Master Gu is very righteous. I was able to get a bite of food in the past, but my ability to break through the realm today is entirely due to Young Master Gu."
After drinking the spiritual tea, Zhuge Qingyun stood up and took out something from his pocket.
"This is a seed, and the wooden tablet was given to me by that young man from Donghai."
"After all these days in the God Realm, I haven't been able to unlock the secret. Maybe it's just an ordinary seed."
"It is rare to find a close friend in a foreign country."
"I will give this seed to you as a gift, and I will see you again someday!"
After saying that, he placed the seeds in front of Gu Lan, waved goodbye and left very freely.
Taking orders somewhere is not the place for such a charlatan.
