Three Realms, Two Lives, One Separation

In the quiet afternoon, on the clean streets, there is less bustle and hustle and bustle. Qionglou Yuyu, pavilions, green red tiles and green, leisurely by the water.

In an inconspicuous dilapidated teahouse, there was a fairy-like young storyteller with red lips and white teeth.

The young storyteller is wearing dark green clothes, with a smile on his face like a veil, bright eyes, and a lotus flower in his mouth. When it comes to excitement, he is just like the person in the book he said. Between emotional changes, Introduce people into this illusory book world, feel empathy.

The listeners who came to the library sat down and listened carefully, only to find that what the storyteller was talking about was the world of cultivating immortals that everyone in the world yearns for with curiosity.

"The last book said that in this world of cultivating immortals, the Northern Territory is

The barren, the aura is thin, and it is full of monsters and beasts. For thousands of years, it has been regarded as a barren land. Although the barren land is barren, it is safe and peaceful, and I am reluctant to cultivate immortals." The storyteller said this in an extremely calm tone. .

At this moment, the conversation changed, and the young storyteller continued: "I once thought that in the Northern Territory, there was an ancient mountain range that stretched underground, and it was born out of nowhere. , the wind and the clouds are surging, it is a barren land, no longer peaceful"

Speaking of this, the young storyteller unfolded the fan in his hand with a "snap", and the wind was blowing, and the young man's eyes were clear, and he was tall and straight. When he closed the fan, he pointed at the listeners in the audience, With a chic wrist movement, there is a trace of majesty in the silence, fresh and handsome, and his gestures are not like a storyteller.

Like a sharp scholar raised by Wen Yu.

"Then the last book said that when they learned that the rare materials and mines of spirit stones were bred in the ancient mountains, the sect of cultivating immortals sent out elites to invade the Northern Territory. Affiliated relations, after changes, the 36 tribes in the wilderness, after resistance, annexation, destruction, and migration, in the end there are only twelve tribes left lingering, with no power to resist."

When the storyteller boy said this, his tone was low-pitched, hundreds of years of ups and downs, gathered into a few words, and he could hear the tragedy in it.

"When it comes to the wild land, I have to mention that all the changes since then have been caused by one person, and that person is the devil Lord Muzu. This son was born in the wilderness and grew up in the dark bottomless cave. When he was young, he was reduced to the most humble slave cultivator just like the common barbaric tribes. Later, he encountered a massacre of the clan. By chance, he found an ancient magic cultivating technique deep in the ancient mountain range. The name of this technique is Asura Dao is extremely vicious, and after Mu Zu practiced this technique, his temperament changed drastically, he slaughtered thousands of miles, he did all kinds of evil, it was murder."

At this point, the storyteller, who is not out of the ordinary, slammed his hand hard and said, "It's like a numb!"

There was a burst of applause in the library.

There was a sound of copper plates falling to the ground, and the young storyteller, with bright eyes, shouted loudly: "Thank you all for coming!"

"Please listen to me to continue. This Mu Zu was called the Demon Lord by later generations because of his vicious reputation and beheaded countless immortals. Let me tell you about the twists and turns in it."

The soul of the storyteller remained inseparable until the evening, and after watching the crowd leave, he looked at the copper plates on the desk with bright eyes.

He squatted down with his eyes shining, and carefully picked up the copper coins one by one.

Hunbuli looked at the copper coins that were more than twice as large as yesterday, and said happily, "It turns out that people in this world love to hear stories about tragic life experiences, endless adventures, and killing people all over the place once they get ahead."

Thinking of the storytelling in the past, Hun Bu Li couldn't help but talk about what Mu Zu did from the perspective of gaining sympathy, but it was obvious that the world didn't like to hear it.

"It seems that no matter how you modify it, it's useless. It's better to have no taboos, and make Muzu into an unscrupulous, free-spirited, lawless, ferocious and evil devil, who has left an eternal reputation."

The inseparable conscience was not condemned at all for slandering Muzu, and continued: "In order to earn more money, I must think about it again. Tomorrow, it is said that Muzu can stop children from crying." , or is it that he is ruthless and unscrupulous?"

Hunbuli picked up the copper coins and stopped suddenly, wanting to hide under the storytelling table and pretend to be dead, but before he could act, he was led up by a big hand.

Soul inseparable At this time, the copper coins in his clothes were scattered all over the ground.

The first reaction of the inseparable soul is that Mu Zu has been asleep for so long, why is he waking up now, it is simply too much!

The second reaction was the sound of the scattered copper plates, it was really nice!

Mu Zu suddenly raised his soul, and Mu Zu leaned close to his ear, and asked softly, "Slaughtering thousands of miles, committing all kinds of evil, killing people like hemp?"

Every time Mu Zu said a word, he took a step back until he leaned against the storytelling table and couldn't retreat.

"I didn't know that I was such a person without heart?" Mu Zu's deep eyes were filled with the light of colored glaze, his handsome and evil face, and a hidden anger that despised everything in his bones oppressed his soul.

At this time, Hunbuli was involuntarily curled up into a ball, speechless, terrified and regretful.

"Mu Zu~" The soul is inseparable and clear and sweet, with a flattering ending.

"What do you want to say?" Mu Zu said with a smile, and the spring breeze was blowing on his face, wrapping up the chilly aura.

"You are in my heart, that is the indestructible appearance of the nine heavens, the shape of the blue sea that does not sink, the Xuanxiao Pavilion is not as good as you, the world is unparalleled, the sky and the sea of ​​​​clouds are immortal, you are the posture of the world, the sky is not falling, you are proud of the blue clouds Xue, it's all because of fury at the desk in Shura Hall, fierce Gushuang"

Hunbuli is now trying his best to praise Muzu to death, in order to save his own life, the more he talks, the more he has no limit.

Mu Zu heard it was funny, his figure moved, he sat in the seat of the listener, looked at the soul and said: "Continue to talk"

Hun Bu Li swallowed his saliva, Mu Zu spoke, how dare he refuse to follow the body of a guilty man, and continued to say obediently: "My love for you is like a torrent of river water, endless, Up above, the world can testify; down below, mountains and rivers can be moved.”

Shenhuncao raised her hand, as if swearing, and said very seriously: "The sky is immortal, the sun and the moon will not sink, and I dare not part with you!"

Sitting below, Mu Zu looked like the snow had melted away. In the green pine buildings in the world, he folded his fan with a smile and no worries.

Mu Zu praised: "Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my family is always close, and I am good at eloquence."

After hearing this, Hun Buli smiled brightly, and said modestly: "There is nothing, it is not as good as you, it is not as good as you, it is not as good as you"

After Shenhuncao finished speaking, he jumped down from the storytelling stand, with a fan in his hand, and walked up to Mu Zu. He lightly rubbed the tip of Mu Zu's nose with his nose. It is quietly joyful and affectionate.

"Muzu, I finally realized that I woke up. I was so worried that your injury would not heal and you would sleep forever."

"No, in order to see you, I can't bear to sleep for a while"

Mu Zu lowered his head and smiled, took his dark green shirt, hugged him tightly, knowing that he was so worried about gains and losses, and his extreme possession was greed and hurt the other party.

But, Buli, do you know that I am worried that one day you will tire of my affection, be afraid of my encroachment, and contradict my past.

Until this moment, he could only keep probing and suspicious. Before this moment, he was not sure that his inseparable, still willing to belong to him.