Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The storyteller drank four bowls of tea and smacked his lips a few times.

He said to Yun Qiyou: "Thank you, young lady."

After that, he stood up and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Yun Qiyou said: "Old man, please stay."

The fat old man said: "Young lady, you are not going to pay for my tea, are you?

If I had money, I wouldn't come here to tell stories in such a cold weather at such an old age."

Yun Qiyou stared into the eyes of the storyteller and said: "I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

The fat old man immediately shook his head and said: "The fairy is the daughter of the evil god, a famous and peerless fairy in the world. How could she have seen a mortal like me? Fairy Yun must have recognized the wrong person!"

Yun Qiyou immediately said: "Then how do you know that I am the daughter of the evil god?"

The fat old man heard the words and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered his mouth.

After a few dry laughs, he said, "Did I ever say that the fairy is Yun Qiyou, the daughter of the evil god?

No... the fairy must have heard it wrong."

He packed up his stall, said hello to the waiter, and hurriedly slipped out of the inn carrying a tattered bag on his back.

Yun Qiyou's intuition told her that the story that the storyteller had told about her before was not a fiction, but a real thing.

She had never heard anyone tell the story of her coma in the late stage of the war in the heavens before, but she didn't expect that this storyteller could tell it so well.

Yun Qiyou discovered through mind reading that the depths of the storyteller's eyes were shining with wisdom, and she always felt that the fat old man looked familiar, as if he was someone she had known before.

Seeing the fat storyteller running away, Yun Qiyou became suspicious, threw a piece of loose silver on the table, picked up the Dust-Slaying Sword and followed him.

The fat old man walking quickly on the street found that Yun Qiyou was following him slowly behind him.

He murmured, "She really caught up with us?"

The storyteller walked and stopped, and Yun Qiyou also walked and stopped.

The fat old man seemed anxious, as if he wanted to get rid of Yun Qiyou quickly, so he began to go into the alleys.

He was very familiar with the terrain here, and after turning three or two, Yun Qiyou lost the trace of the fat storyteller.

It was already dusk and sunset, and Yun Qiyou stood in an alley covered with snow. There were few people here, and except for her own footprints, she did not see anyone else's footprints.

This surprised Yun Qiyou.

Because she had just seen the fat storyteller walk into this alley.

Even if the fat old man was a cultivator, he was so close that he could not escape Yun Qiyou's consciousness if he wanted to cast a spell to escape.

So Yun Qiyou concluded that the fat storyteller must be nearby.

She stood in the original position and began to look around. There were dilapidated houses in three directions, which should have been uninhabited for a long time. Only the north side was a tall wall covered with deep snow.

Yun Qiyou slid over the high wall and landed in the yard.

At first, she didn't find anything, just the vast snow.

When she saw the snow in the huge courtyard, which was in many tall rectangular shapes, she seemed to find something wrong.

She reached out and gently shoved off the two or three feet thick snow, revealing something under the snow.

Wooden boards.

No, coffin boards! Looking around, there were coffins covered by snow, and some coffins were stacked on top of coffins. I really don't know how many coffins were placed in this big house.

"Yi Zhuang?"

Yun Qiyou's expression suddenly sank.

She came to Tianshui City to find Yi Zhuang.

Although she didn't know if this charity cemetery was the one she was looking for, her heart skipped a beat when she realized that this was the charity cemetery.

The sky had gradually darkened, and the charity cemetery covered with snow was still gloomy and chilling.

According to Yao Xiaoyu's story this morning, the head master uncle had gone astray in order to forcibly improve his cultivation and develop the power of the reincarnation array. The so-called closed-door cultivation was not in Cangyun Mountain, but in a charity cemetery in Tianshui City.

Princess Tianyin, who had been out of contact for three days, and the little master of the giant panda were probably not dead, but imprisoned by Yu Jizi.

And the place of imprisonment was most likely in the charity cemetery where he was in seclusion.

If this was the charity cemetery where Yu Jizi was in seclusion, it would be very dangerous.

But since Yun Qiyou had come, should he explore it first?

Her spiritual consciousness and mind power quickly opened up, and the slightest movement within a radius of 100 feet could not escape her ears and eyes.

Very quiet, nothing.

That's right, this is a charity cemetery. If there are any living creatures here, it would be a miracle.

Yun Qiyou didn't walk on the snow, but floated about ten feet above the ground, searching slowly.

She jumped into the backyard of the mansion. After not finding any living breath, she began to search the front yard.

At this time, some coffins placed in the corridor still retained their coffin appearance because they were not covered by snow.

Yun Qiyou pushed open the door of a house. There were dozens of coffins densely placed in the small house.

But there was still no breath of any living creature.

Yun Qiyou searched very carefully. When she searched the front hall, the sky was already full of moonlight.

Yun Qiyou gave up.

She carefully searched every corner here with her spiritual power. If there were living people imprisoned here, she would definitely be able to feel it.

I heard that there are many charity cemeteries in Tianshui City now. Yun Qiyou felt that this huge charity cemetery should not be the one she wanted to find.

So, she rushed out and did not look for the familiar fat old storyteller. Instead, she went to Yuelai Inn, intending to open a room, take a rest, and continue to look for the charity cemetery tomorrow.

As soon as she stepped into the door of Yuelai Inn, she suddenly retreated.

She turned her head and looked at a corner outside the door of the inn. A mouse holding a piece of steamed bread crumbs crawled through the snow with difficulty and got into a small hole.

Yun Qiyou suddenly looked up and looked to the northwest.

That was the direction she came from just now.

She suddenly realized that the charity cemetery she had just searched should be her target! Rats are not snakes, they do not need to hibernate.

Such a large charity cemetery, so many coffins, so many corpses... it must be full of rats and ants.

But the whole charity cemetery was like a dead zone. Not to mention rats, there was not even a breath of living things. This was obviously extremely abnormal! The only explanation was that a master had made some moves in the charity cemetery.

Either the rats that were gnawing at the corpses in the charity cemetery were killed, or the rats were frightened by some terrible breath and all moved away.

So Yun Qiyou immediately figured out that the fat old storyteller was intentionally leading him to the charity cemetery.