Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou did not sleep all night.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the storyteller.

However, until the dawn of the next day, the storyteller still did not come back.

Yuan Xiaolou was extremely anxious, and Ye Xiaochuan began to feel uneasy.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that since the storyteller was a force left by the old senior Xu Tiandi to contain Li Ziye, he should be strong enough.

Even if the storyteller was not Li Ziye's opponent, they were from the same lineage. No matter how vicious Li Ziye was, he could not kill the storyteller.

But the two left the Fukelai Inn at dusk yesterday and went out to chat privately. Even if there was more to say, they could finish it in one night.

Since the storyteller asked Yuan Xiaolou and Ye Xiaochuan to wait in this shabby black hotel, he would definitely come back as soon as possible. It was impossible for Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou to worry.

However, there was no news from him.

Yuan Xiaolou was anxious like an ant on a hot pot all day.

Even Fan Tong began to worry. He usually ate twenty steamed buns and a bowl of rice porridge for breakfast, but today, Fan Tong only ate ten steamed buns for breakfast, and he obviously had no appetite.

Yuan Xiaolou wanted to go out to look for him. Ye Xiaochuan thought about it and agreed. He left Fan Tong in the black hotel. The two disguised themselves and went to the streets to inquire about the news. They asked if there was any fight between cultivators near Luoyang City last night.

But after a whole day of inquiring, there was no news of other cultivators fighting except for the incident at Fu Kelai Inn yesterday.

The two wandered around the street for a whole day and returned to the hotel at dusk. They thought the storyteller had returned. After asking the old woman who was watching the store, they found out that the storyteller had not come.

A bad premonition enveloped the two.

In the dim room, Yuan Xiaolou said: "Husband, do you think Grandpa will be in danger?"

Yuan Xiaolou has asked this question hundreds of times since last night.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't know how to answer.

At first, he could comfort Yuan Xiaolou not to worry.

Now he himself began to worry.

Li Ziye's cultivation was extremely high, and his methods were vicious. Maybe he would really kill the old storyteller.

Time passed bit by bit, and the two men and the bear had no time to rest. In the second half of the night, they sat at the door of the black hotel, staring at the city of Luoyang in the middle of the night.

Yuan Xiaolou clasped his hands together and silently prayed for his grandfather in his heart.

Ye Xiaochuan felt very sorry to see Yuan Xiaolou's worry.

The period before dawn was the darkest. The stars in the sky began to retreat, and it was almost pitch dark around.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the darkness.

The footsteps were very heavy, and it seemed that he was a lame man.

Yuan Xiaolou and Ye Xiaochuan were very familiar with the footsteps of the old storyteller, and they didn't take it seriously.

But the heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it seemed to be coming towards them.

When they were about a few feet away from them, an old man's voice came from the darkness.

"Big... giant panda, it's here..."

Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou stood up immediately, ran over to take a look, and their faces suddenly changed.

A skinny old man with a familiar face, covered in wounds, carrying a short and fat old man on his back.

The skinny old man turned out to be Wang Keke, the old naughty boy from Qilin Mountain.

The fat old man was the storyteller that Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou had been waiting for two days.

Wang Keke was covered in blood, and no one knew how many wounds he had.

The storyteller seemed to be more seriously injured and had fainted.

"Plop..."

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou, Wang Keke seemed unable to hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

"Grandpa!"

Yuan Xiaolou rushed over and turned the storyteller over from Wang Keke's back.

At this time, the storyteller suddenly opened his eyes, blinked, and said, "Grandpa is fine, he is the one who is in trouble!"

After saying that, he actually stood up.

Yuan Xiaolou burst into laughter and shouted, "Grandpa, why did you come back just now? I was so worried!"

The storyteller laughed and said, "What are you worried about? Grandpa is back now, isn't he?"

Wang Keke, who was lying on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

He said, "Stinky old man, what's wrong with you? I carried you all the way, can you walk?"

The storyteller laughed and said, "I didn't say I couldn't walk. Isn't it that I usually ride a giant panda? You let me walk back a hundred miles by myself?"

Wang Keke was so angry that he vomited blood and shouted, "I was chopped thirty-six times by that old woman. I almost bled out. I was more seriously injured than you! You even pretended to be dead and made me carry you for dozens of miles! Do you know how fat you are? You are so cruel!"

After that, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

The storyteller said, "Hurry up and get him in. His injuries are really serious."

This is not the place to talk. Ye Xiaochuan immediately picked up Wang Keke and walked into the inn.

After entering the house, Yuan Xiaolou took out the elixir and applied it to Wang Keke.

Ye Xiaochuan asked the storyteller: "Did Li Ziye do it?"

The storyteller nodded and said: "This time, thanks to Big Head, otherwise I and Wang Keke would be in trouble."

"Big Head? It's here. What happened in the past two days?"

Ye Xiaochuan was suspicious.

The storyteller said: "Don't ask about what happened in the past two days. This matter has nothing to do with you. Big Head should come tomorrow morning. I will take care of Wang Keke. You can go back and rest first."

Although the storyteller didn't seem to be injured, he seemed very tired and pushed Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou out of the room.

When the door closed, the storyteller said to himself: "It's unlucky, Big Head came at the wrong time!"

Yuan Xiaolou was very happy now. Her thoughts were simple. As long as Grandpa could come back safely, that was enough. As for other things, they were not important at all.

Ye Xiaochuan was not as simple as Yuan Xiaolou. He was wondering how Wang Keke appeared, how he was seriously injured by Li Ziye, and how he was involved in the Big Head Nightmare Beast?

Sixty miles away from Luoyang City, there was a wilderness forest.

In the forest, Li Ziye sat cross-legged, with the Jade Tree Flower hanging above her head.

Her face was very pale, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth.

Big Head's attack method was mental power, which would not make people bleed.

It can be seen that it was not Big Head who injured Li Ziye, but someone else.

"Miss Ye, when I gave you the Jade Tree Flower, I warned you not to be greedy, but you are looking for the Death Map!

Luckily I arrived in time today, otherwise you would have been killed by that fat old man!"

"Nightmare, I am looking for the Death Map not for myself, but for the people of the world! I want to see what treasure the Wood God left for Si La Si La to guard! I just didn't expect that the power of my junior brother's lineage is so strong! Master is really biased!"

"Bah! You still have the nerve to say that your master is biased? Why is he biased? Heart, don't you have any idea in your heart?

I saved you today because we were old acquaintances.

Don't you think that the power left by your master is not strong enough to restrain you?

I have been with that fat old man for two or three months, and I have never been able to see through him. If it weren't for the fat old man's attack on you this time, I still can't see his background clearly. This old man is afraid that even Yao Xiaosi is not his opponent. I think he can fight the Lord of Heaven alone. Stay away from him in the future. I can save you once, but not twice! "