Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Middle Earth, Tianshui City.

Yuelai Inn.

The heavy snow in recent days has made the largest restaurant in Tianshui City particularly deserted.

It is already noon, the time for lunch, and there are not many diners.

There is a small table at the staircase connecting the first floor lobby of Yuelai Inn to the second floor.

Behind the table sits a short, fat, white-haired old man, and on the table are a gavel and a pot of tea.

The old man slammed the gavel and said loudly: "Talk about the world and comment on the ancient and modern people.

Last time we talked about Ye Xiaochuan personally leading 20,000 cultivators to counterattack the heaven.

Some guests can't help but ask, the immortals in the heaven are so powerful, Ye Xiaochuan only led 20,000 cultivators to enter the heaven, isn't he going to die?

In fact, there are two strategic goals for this counterattack on the heaven. The first is to eliminate the living forces of the cultivators in the heaven who gathered on the other side of the catastrophe gate.

The second is to destroy the catastrophe gate and buy time for the human world.

It can be said that without Ye Xiaochuan, there would be no ten years of peace in the human world..." Several diners in the lobby on the first floor nodded slightly.

Although Ye Xiaochuan's reputation in the human world is not good now, the public is sharp-eyed. The peace in the human world in the past ten years was indeed created by Ye Xiaochuan.

Of course, Ye Xiaochuan brought more than just ten years of peace to the human world.

The most important thing is that after ten years of preparation, the human world has been ready to fight against the powerful enemies in the heavens.

If the second and third waves of reinforcements from the heavens had come down to the world as scheduled, the outcome of the battle of Eagle Cliff and the battle of Qixing Mountain would have been rewritten, and the civilization of the human world might have perished long ago.

In the hearts of many people, Ye Xiaochuan has always been a great hero in the world, not a demon.

Suddenly, the voice of the fat old man who was telling the story stopped, and his eyes stared straight at the door of Yuelai Inn.

A beautiful woman in white clothes like snow walked in from outside the door, holding a long sword with a scabbard and hilt that were both snow-white.

As soon as she came in, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Most of the people who had meals in the inn today were ordinary mortals, and only three or five were cultivators.

Those ordinary mortals had never seen such a beautiful woman, and they were all stunned and drooling.

As for the three or five cultivators, they recognized this beautiful woman with long flowing hair at a glance, and all of them looked surprised.

Yun Qiyou! In the morning, she was ignored by a giant panda in the ancestral temple, and Yun Qiyou thought that her charm had diminished.

Seeing the reaction of this group of people at this moment, she immediately regained her confidence.

She was still the white swan standing among the chickens, the most dazzling star in the night sky.

She did not go up to the second floor, but sat down at a table near the storyteller in the lobby on the first floor.

The fat old storyteller seemed to tremble a little, and continued to tell the story of the counterattack against the heaven.

Yun Qiyou did not bother the waiter, but reached out to take the teapot and teacup in the middle of the table, and then poured herself a cup of tea.

She held the inferior tea and stared at the fat storyteller intently.

It seems that he is very interested in Ye Xiaochuan's counterattack against the heaven.

The originally noisy Yuelai Inn has become very quiet since Yun Qiyou came in. Only the voice of the storyteller can be heard in the inn, and the atmosphere is a little weird.

Listening to the story is a lively experience. The audience keeps asking questions and the storyteller keeps answering them.

Now the audience questioning session is omitted, which is very different.

Yun Qiyou thought that this storyteller, like other storytellers, would tell the story of Ye Xiaochuan and the masters of the world besieging the fire god of the heaven, Zhuo Yan.

But to Yun Qiyou's surprise, this storyteller did not over-tell the battle in which the earthly cultivators captured the fire god alive, but just passed it over in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period.

This storyteller mainly tells the story of what happened in front of the gate of catastrophe after the fire god Zhuo Yan was captured alive.

"All the audience know that the Lingbing Fairy Yun Qiyou on Cangyun Mountain is the daughter of the evil god and the fairy Xuanshuang. At that time, the fairy Lingbing also participated in the battle against the sky.

The fairy Xuanshuang, who lives in the heaven, immediately went to the Gate of Catastrophe to see her daughter.

One day in the heaven is one year in the human world. The fairy Lingbing was sent to the human world for only one month, and her appearance had changed drastically from before she left the heaven.

The mother-daughter meeting is particularly touching..." Yun Qiyou was very surprised. Didn't the storyteller just focus on Ye Xiaochuan's deeds?

Why is it now about me?

In the past ten years, every time the storyteller in the human world talked about the war of counterattacking the heaven, he mainly highlighted the bravery, fearlessness, and massacre of the cultivators in the human world.

Almost no one told that in the later period of the counterattack, Yun Qiyou's biological mother, the fairy Xuanshuang, and the wives of the evil god, such as Li Tielan and Yang Zhaodi, had been there and beat Ye Xiaochuan.

For a moment, everyone was listening to something new.

Yun Qiyou listened attentively. She had forgotten that memory, and she had never thought that such a thing would happen to her in front of the gate of the catastrophe in the heaven.

Of course, even if she had not lost her memory of that year, she would not remember too much.

At that time, her seven-orifice exquisite heart broke out and she fell into a deep coma. She was not very clear about what happened afterwards.

Not many people knew the details of this matter, only the few good friends around Ye Xiaochuan.

The storyteller in the world had never told this secret history, and most of the audience thought that this plot was made up by this fat old man.

The cultivators in the inn began to worry about the storyteller.

Because they recognized that the fairy in white was Yun Qiyou.

At this moment, the storyteller was talking about Yun Qiyou's past.

What if Yun Qiyou was angry with any words? With Yun Qiyou's cold personality, wouldn't he chop the fat old man with a sword?

The storyteller seemed to know everything and told everything that happened at that time in detail.

He talked for half an hour, and when he talked about Yun Qiyou who was in a coma and was sent into the space-time channel, he slammed the gavel and said, "To know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter."

He was so dry that he picked up the teapot on the table, but found that there was no water in the teapot.

So, the fat old man held the empty tea bowl, looked around, and then walked towards the nearest table where Yun Qiyou was.

He smiled and said, "This girl, can I borrow a cup of tea?"

Yun Qiyou looked at him and said nothing.

The fat old man naturally thought that he had received Yun Qiyou's tacit consent.

He was a very outgoing person. He sat down on the bench, took the teapot next to Yun Qiyou, poured himself a large cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

He seemed to be really thirsty. He drank three or four bowls in a row until he had finished the teapot on Yun Qiyou's table. Then he stopped.