Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The battle of Kunlun Mountain has spread all over the nine states in a short period of time and has become a topic of conversation after dinner.

The three words "Ye Xiaochuan" appeared in the mouths of the people again after disappearing from the human world for a few years.

I don't know why, from the cultivators to the peddlers, everyone cares about this young man very much. His every move affects the hearts of people all over the world.

However, this time Ye Xiaochuan's reputation has been completely ruined.

With the secret promotion of many forces such as Xuantian Sect, Piaomiao Pavilion, Cangyun Sect, and Demon Sect, the style of painting about Ye Xiaochuan has changed a lot.

In the past, the righteous people called Ye Xiaochuan a "demon head", but the people have a scale in their hearts. They know the great things that Ye Xiaochuan has done. Over the years, not many people have regarded Ye Xiaochuan as a demon head.

This time is different. It is rumored that Ye Xiaochuan killed the two saints of Mount Tai, defected to the heaven, and used the cultivators of the heaven to slaughter the cultivators of the human world in the sacred mountain.

Under the bombardment of these rumors, Ye Xiaochuan's reputation was completely ruined. He was already a big devil who betrayed the world and killed the two saints in the eyes of the world, and suffered countless people's verbal criticism.

The storyteller dragged Yuan Xiaolou and fled from Lingxiao City at the foot of the sacred mountain.

The big panda fan, shaking his fat body, followed behind.

Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise Yuan Xiaolou would have to fight with those righteous cultivators in Lingxiao City.

Yuan Xiaolou had a very good temper. The reason why she got angry was because she heard the misunderstanding and curses of those righteous cultivators against Ye Xiaochuan.

She originally went forward to defend Ye Xiaochuan, saying that Ye Xiaochuan was a good man, did not surrender to the heaven, and did not kill the two saints of Mount Tai.

However, those righteous cultivators did not listen to the defense at all, and said that Yuan Xiaolou was an accomplice of the big devil Ye Xiaochuan, and everyone worked together to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and kill the demon woman.

Fortunately, the storyteller was quite smooth, and he stepped forward to smooth things over. He managed to stabilize the situation and escaped from Lingxiao City with his granddaughter and the rice bucket.

Yuan Xiaolou was still angry even though he was far away from Lingxiao City.

Walking on the ancient road in the wilderness, he used a branch to whip the wild flowers and weeds beside the ancient road.

He muttered something in his mouth, and no one knew what he was mumbling.

The storyteller rode on the rice bucket's back, holding the reins around the rice bucket's neck with one hand and a huge blue-gray wine gourd with the other hand, drinking it from mouth to mouth, very leisurely.

He knew that the reason why Yuan Xiaolou was in a bad mood was not because those cultivators said bad things about Ye Xiaochuan, but because he heard the news in Lingxiao City this morning that Ye Xiaochuan and the Fairy of Flowers, who was once the commander-in-chief of the Taixu Department, got married and had a child.

The old storyteller had no intention of interfering in the love affairs of the young, but Yuan Xiaolou was buzzing in his ears like a fly, making his head hurt.

So, the old storyteller couldn't help but say: "Grandpa has long said that the boy is a heartless man, a scumbag, and told you not to think about him, but you didn't believe it. Now you believe it.

He didn't take you seriously at all and had forgotten you completely! I think we shouldn't go to Qilin Mountain. Let's go to Yangzhou to visit the grave of your Zhengyi master."

Yuan Xiaolou said: "You are talking nonsense, my husband is not a heartless man!"

The old storyteller curled his lips and said: "You still call me husband, that boy married Tang Guichen, and now only Tang Guichen can call him husband, you are not even the second wife! You'd better forget him quickly, so as not to suffer in the future!"

The fan bucket made a whirring sound in his mouth, and seemed to agree with the old storyteller's words.

Yuan Xiaolou was angry and annoyed, and used the branch in his hand to whip the fan bucket's big butt a few times.

The rice bucket felt the pain and immediately started running, almost knocking the storyteller riding on its back off.

The rice bucket only ran about 20 to 30 feet before stopping on the ancient road, with all the hair standing up, as if in a defensive posture.

The storyteller riding on its back was also a little dazed.

Yuan Xiaolou chased from behind with a tree branch, and when he was about to continue to whip the rice bucket, he found something wrong.

Looking forward, he saw two people standing in front of the ancient road, a man and a woman.

The man had his back to them, and he looked very young, wearing gorgeous silk clothes. From his back, it can be vaguely seen that he was shaking a folding fan.

This back figure looked familiar to Yuan Xiaolou, as if he had seen it before.

As for the woman, she was dressed in goose yellow clothes, looked very beautiful, and had an indescribable aura on her body, which was unruly and humble.

She stood on the side of the road beside the gorgeous man, looking at Yuan Xiaolou and the others.

At this time, the man's voice slowly sounded on the wilderness ancient road.

The voice was very gentle and delicate, and sounded like the voice of a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Said: "A floating duckweed returns to the sea, and we will meet again in life. Miss Xiaolou, Mr. Wu, we meet again."

Yuan Xiaolou's face froze. She was very familiar with this voice. It was the powerful man of Xumi in the heaven she knew, the son of heaven, Hua Wuyou! Speaking of it, Hua Wuyou and the old storyteller each contributed half to Yuan Xiaolou's survival.

If Hua Wuyou hadn't rescued Yuan Xiaolou and brought Yuan Xiaolou out of the Samsara Peak, there would have been no such thing as the old storyteller performing the magic of resurrection for Yuan Xiaolou.

Yuan Xiaolou took a few steps forward and said: "You are..." Hua Wuyou turned around, and a faint smile appeared on the cheek that made women jealous.

However, such a handsome young man, with a vulgar big peony painted on the folding fan in his hand, looked very vulgar.

It was like a piece of good naan bread was smeared with shit, very disgusting.

Yuan Xiaolou said in surprise: "Mr. Hua, it's really you!"

Hua Wuyou smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for eight years. Miss Xiaolou has changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you."

Yuan Xiaolou threw away the branch and scratched his face.

"My face is disguised, so it's convenient for traveling around the world."

The storyteller got off the back of the glutton and said, "Young Master Hua, I didn't expect you to be here too."

Hua Wuyou said, "My life is very long and boring. I heard that there was a lot of excitement in Kunlun Mountain, so I came to see it.

Sure enough, I was not disappointed. The big show in Kunlun Mountain was really exciting.

But I didn't expect that after so many years, Miss Xiaolou is still with you."

The storyteller said, "You entrusted Xiaolou to me back then. How dare I neglect her?

Now Xiaolou is my granddaughter."

Hua Wuyou nodded and said, "I feel relieved to have you by Xiaolou's side.

Where are you going?

Acheng and I will stay in the Middle Earth for a while longer. Can we go with you for a few days?"

The storyteller, Yuan Xiaolou, and the glutton were unwilling.

But Hua Wuyou didn't mean to discuss it with them at all.

He glanced at Ah Cheng, who then turned and walked into a patch of weeds, and soon brought out three mules.

It was obvious that he had already prepared transportation, and had also prepared a mule for Yuan Xiaolou.