The old man did not continue and tell the really interesting point in this matter. Li Yingyue's face at the time of farewell was only enough for him to answer this question so far.
This probably involves the world situation that he said before that everyone here is not worthy of listening to.
The truth or mystery involved, or some kind of secret involved, can only be seen in advance by a few people in the world who can make moves. It is not something that a young man from Tucheng like Ye Yuzhou can guess at will.
Of course, Ye Yuzhou himself didn't have much interest in this.
In fact, at this moment he suddenly came back to his senses, and he even had doubts about how much truth or falsehood the old man said in the second half.
Because in this second half, Fu Jiewei is already here.
Every word the old man said, and the various information conveyed in these words, would definitely appear to the prince later, and they might also appear high up in the Great Zhou Temple, in front of more people.
So, how many deep meanings are hidden in this, how many twists and turns and hints are included, and how many subtle details have actually begun to create a situation... Ye Yuzhou feels a headache just thinking about it.
These people who are following the master plan are really complicated and scary. In comparison, those warriors who are dedicated to practicing and fighting with their own bodies are more direct and cute.
"How's it going? Does Dragonfly have any questions?"
At this time, the old storyteller had stood up again. Because he was too tall, he leaned over to ask, looking particularly kind.
Li Yingyue thought hard... Judging from her appearance, she really couldn't think of any new questions to ask the storyteller to talk for a while longer.
Chu Shiyan, who was standing in front of him, saw this and was moved. He was already preparing to hand it over again to officially end today's scene.
but……
"Are these three officials the legendary cultivators? Are they very powerful?" Li Yingyue asked another one.
When she asked, she leaned on Ye Yuzhou's hand so that her eyes could fall directly on the three guards and look at them.
In fact, Yu Zhigang whispered this question to her.
Because this was a question that no one else present except her, an "ignorant girl", could ever ask. Asking it was abrupt and dangerous, and was likely to arouse suspicion, displeasure, and cause trouble.
However, this is actually the question that interests everyone the most.
If a person does not receive enough power protection, what he usually pays most attention to, trusts and desires is his individual power. What's more, there are practices of cultivation in this world, and mysterious methods are extraordinary and fascinating.
Over the years, Ye Yuzhou has been trying to learn more and more deeply about everything about cultivation. However, this is Gucheng, and he has no chance to come into contact with those relatively advanced things. There are very few contents about spiritual practice in the old storyteller's collection. Even if there are some relevant descriptions occasionally, they are only superficial mentions.
"At that time, I didn't know that the old man was actually the head of Jiantian Pavilion! I only knew that he was not a cultivator himself, and he had always shown no enthusiasm for it."
"Since he is the head of the pavilion, he must know a lot even if he is not a practitioner..."
Ye Yuzhou thought to himself.
On the spot, the three generals of the Fujian Guards all looked a little stunned. Under the gazes, they looked surprised and at a loss.
They should have been angry, given the rules in the military and their status...or at least they could have been excused and perfunctory.
But Li Yingyue was completely asking questions like a child. There was no speculation or hesitation in her eyes when she looked at them, just pure curiosity and yearning.
Considering that the little girl seemed to have a close relationship with Chief Chu Ge, the bear-like head of the leader of Fujiewei slowly turned around and looked at the old storyteller.
The old storyteller clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the three of them. The meaning in his eyes was clear and clear, asking them to answer the little girl's question.
"The last general Cha Heshan was lucky enough to visit the Five Realms Yuling the year before last. The two of them were in the Four Realms Cave Realm, and they stopped there for three to five years."
The Xiongtou leader simply took the opportunity to report his name to the Chief of the Pavilion, and replied respectfully and simply.
"Is it great?" Li Yingyue quickly took over the words and asked again straightforwardly.
"……"Huh? Cha Heshan was at a loss for a moment. His huge bear head slowly swayed from side to side. Should I answer this question myself? How should I answer it?
Fortunately, the old storyteller answered with a smile and said to Dragonfly, "It's not bad."
ah? good? Is it just okay? !
That's the fifth realm! Five realms!
The legendary five realms where you can kill people with flying swords!
At this moment, all the listeners present were excited in their hearts and asked fierce questions.
Ye Yuzhou felt the same at first, but then he thought about it. This old man was Chu Shiyan, and Zha Heshan and others were the personal guards sent by the Prince of the East Palace to invite him to come back... After thinking about it, he said, "It's okay." , it’s not too much.
"Oh." Li Yingyue nodded thoughtfully, then raised her head: "Then what is Yuling?"
The old storyteller squinted and smiled, looked at her, and then turned his gaze to Chahe Mountain again. He was like a grandfather at the moment of farewell, spoiling a dragonfly without any principles.
This time, Zha Heshan did not meet the old man's eyes. After Li Yingyue asked that question, he had already turned around and faced everyone present.
Zha Heshan now knew how doting the little girl was, and at the same time, in his heart, he was actually a little depressed and annoyed about his "okay" just now, but he just didn't dare to show it.
"You just throw out an empty bowl." Zha Heshan said in a rough voice, facing the audience.
Hearing this, everyone below was stunned for a moment, and then they understood. Someone braved the words and said, "There are still tea leaves and some tea in the bowl. General, wait for me to pour it out first."
"It doesn't matter, just throw it out."
Zha Heshan seemed a little impatient. After speaking, he directly reached out to the side and rear and pointed casually at an angle.
"That's okay." Tingke raised his hand and threw the bowl out.
The palm-sized dark celadon bowl rotated rapidly in the air, throwing out some tea leaves and tea water, and at the same time it went diagonally upwards.
"General, keep an eye on it." Seeing that Cha Heshan seemed to be unresponsive, the listener who threw the bowl kindly added a reminder.
In the end, Zha Heshan really just watched.
He took a step back, turned his head, and looked at the bowl.
Just one glance showed that there was not much force, and the tea bowl had already broken into several pieces silently in the air.
The rupture itself is completely silent, like a piece of tofu being cut and separated, and then the fragments make a sound when they are lasing in the air, "咻咻咻" like the wind whistling...
The roar only lasted for a moment. Before anyone could take a closer look, the seven or eight fragments flew into the air and were all nailed into the high wall.
Each piece of them seemed to be extremely sharp and solid, so much so that when they broke through the wall like this, not much wall covering or soil fell off.
At the same time, none of the fragments that entered the wall were exposed, and none of them penetrated the wall. Chaheshan's force control was just right.
"I just thought he was going to shoot the bowl with a flying sword..."
"Ah, this, this!"
Everyone's eyes slowly turned around, and they were shocked to find that the matter was not as simple as breaking a wall with a broken bowl.
Where the tea bowl shattered in the air, there was a ball of tea leaves wrapped in water, hovering there out of thin air as if it was gathered and supported by some invisible thing.
Seeing this scene, although Ye Yuzhou had not seen much, he could roughly understand it - this was probably the only thing missing something real in this slightly perfunctory Five Realms performance.
"This is Yuling."
Zha Heshan turned to look at Li Yingyue and said.
He spoke this sentence with great momentum and could not restrain himself, but at the same time as he spoke, his eyes and facial expressions were softened as fast as possible, trying to make himself look gentle and harmless.
Only then did the ball of water-wrapped tea leaves in the air fall, landing in an empty space on the ground.
"...Wow!" There was a very soft exclamation, almost angry. Li Yingyue's eyes widened and she was shocked and froze in place.
This is the Five Realms of Cultivation!
This is the distant but real powerful force in this world that ordinary people hear and imagine.
All the listeners present were as completely shocked as Li Yingyue, without moving or making a sound, with expressions of admiration, fascination and satisfaction.
"What a pity. What a great and rare opportunity. No matter what, I should have yelled 'One more' twice!"
Ye Yuzhou felt depressed. These guys were too easy to satisfy. Their performance was not even as good as that of twelve-year-old Li Yingyue. She didn't even say wow.
…………
On this day, the old storyteller left the small teahouse for the last time, around the time of the late Shen Dynasty.
It ended a little earlier than usual, probably because he was leaving soon and there were always some things at home that he had to go back and pack, such as so many of his books.
As for the teahouse, he usually doesn't place many things, but now he has to take away even less. Li Yingyue and Zheng Yunniang helped organize them, and they were put away in a few clicks.
There are only two bags in total.
Zha Heshan first took the slightly larger one from the panicked Zheng Yunniang, and when he was about to pick up the other one, Li Yingyue smiled and shook his head and refused, saying no, I'll just do it.
It's over. Today is the end of the show, and the five years of Gucheng Teahouse are also over. The storyteller just likes to leave the show, he holds up his hands to say thank you and say goodbye to the listeners.
The two lieutenants of the rank-and-file guards opened the door first, and then stood on the left and right. Zha Heshan walked out first carrying a rag bag. After going out, he found a place at the top of the stairs and waited against the wall.
The old storyteller came over, walked to the door, took one step out, stopped at the stairs, and looked back.
Just one glance.
After a glance, the head of the Jiantian Pavilion, the former Grand Tutor of Zhou Dynasty, and Chu Shiyan walked down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, more than 20 rank-and-file guards were already lined up on the left and right, extending from the lobby to the door. When Chu Shiyan took the last step, they knelt down in order and saluted:
"The guards at the lower level see the head of the pavilion!"
"Get up." Chu Shiyan walked over indifferently as he spoke.
"Get up, get up, I'll be better off if you get up." Li Yingyue was carrying a small cloth bag filled with dried fruit preserves. When the guards stood up, she trotted to catch up with the storyteller.
