Chapter 665: Mr. Storyteller’s friend is a bit fierce

So on a certain day in the end of autumn, the storyteller who had only come to Qiufeng Town had an unreasonable friend. This friend was first known by the elderly who had been fishing by the river all day, and then spread through them. Gradually more people learned that the young storyteller had a wife.
It's a daughter-in-law, not a friend.
And soon, a story began to circulate in the town of Qiufeng. It was about the poor storyteller. He was supposed to be the rich son of a big family. He was also considered a worry-free. The family helped him early. I promised a family home. The daughter of that family is the woman in the white skirt. It's a pity that the storyteller's family has fallen into disrepair. It was broken. And the storyteller took the imperial examination and failed to pass the exam. The storyteller felt shameless. To the family who had a marriage contract before, so he left his hometown and came here, and the family also thought that his family was run-down and he was not worthy of trust, so he would not let his daughter marry him, but that The woman in the white skirt recognized that the storyteller was her husband, so she quickly ignored the opposition of her family and came here soon, just to marry a chicken and a dog, a dog and a dog.
Such a story full of loopholes, I don't know who it was promoted, and it quickly spread throughout Qiufeng Town. This is simply more attractive than so many stories told by the storyteller.
So many people are convinced.
Many people even made a special trip to see if there was really such a woman in the storyteller’s yard.
To Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge, the external voices are not worth mentioning.
Li Fuyao still tells the story every day, and occasionally when he has free time, he goes to the riverside and Ye Shengge to learn how to fish. As for whether he has learned the method of fishing, it is hard to say. After all, fishing also depends on luck. He Li Fuyao can’t fish. She can't blame Ye Shengge for failing to get up.
In addition to fishing, these two people occasionally stand in the yard at dusk to watch the sunset, but after the winter, the sunset is rarely seen, until a snow falls on the world one day, and the two of them again Can't see the sunset.
There is wind in autumn and snow in winter.
This is what happened in the world for countless years.
"Time is really hard to figure out. I remember that it snowed not long ago. Why did it start again?"
Li Fuyao bit a steaming steamed bun under the eaves. After taking a few bites, he threw it out of the yard. There was a big yellow dog who had been waiting for a long time. After receiving the meat bun, he barked with satisfaction. , Dangling a bun and went away.
Li Fu waved his hand and said vaguely: "If you have time, you should really come and listen to my storytelling. I practice swords second, storytelling first. After listening to the safekeeping, you are willing to take out the silver, but also The story has a better aftertaste."
"How about it, do you want to check it out?"
Li Fuyao walked two steps forward, leaning on the door frame, looking at the woman in the kitchen room who used his Xunxian sword as a kitchen knife.
The Xunxian Sword is a broken sword, but it is also a fairy sword. It should have been a very arrogant sword, but I don’t know why, in the hands of Ye Shengge, it is extremely quiet, which makes people feel very strange. .
Ye Shengge chopped up a few taro at random and threw them into the previous chicken soup. Without turning his head, he asked, "Is there in your stories?"
Li Fuyao stared at Ye Shengge and threw the taro into the chicken soup. He didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked: "Have you ever cooked something like this?"
Ye Shengge shook his head and said honestly
Said: "No, I just saw someone put chicken and taro together."
Li Fuyao held his forehead, but did not speak any more. For monks like them, the realm is already high and there is no way to say it. If they want to eat something and be poisoned to death, this is very unlikely to happen, even if it is Ye Shengge had to make a pot of poison, which was unpalatable at best. It was impossible for them to die.
"How about you do it?"
Ye Shengge looked at Li Fuyao calmly, but in his eyes, no one could see the murderous intent.
Li Fuyao retracted his head, dragged the wooden bench on the side, and sat on the wooden bench. Li Fuyao watched the heavy snow and said softly, "Have you ever seen such a big snow in Shenxie Mountain?"
"I have seen it, but I didn't look at it a few times. I didn't like watching snow in those years.
"In addition to practicing, what else do you like?"
"Peach Blossom."
"Gone?"
"and also."
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Li Fuyao felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, so he didn't continue to ask, instead he said: "You said that the master of the monk suppressed the demon blood in your body, which greatly reduced your realm. Why did you beat the brother like this? Meal?"
Ye Shengge put down the spatula in her hand, and also took off the apron in front of her. In fact, in accordance with her realm, it couldn't be easier to prevent the soup from getting on her body. He just looked at the women cooking. People are like this, so she is like this.
"Your brother just left the customs, the realm is unstable, and I used your business to make his mind unstable, so that fight was easy."
"It's just that if I have not been suppressed by the demon blood by Master's talisman, he still has no chance of winning."
Li Fuyao tweeted in praise: "So that means, no matter what, brother can't beat you?"
"I don't have a utility yet."
Ye Shengge closed his mouth after saying these words. I don’t want to talk about it any more. The gap between her and Wu Shanhe is not as simple as we can see. Even the gap between her and all the young monks in this world is not someone. It was so simple, if she made up her mind to kill Wu Shanhe.
Wu Shanhe may insist on nothing but a stick of incense.
Because if that were the case, Ye Shengge might have used all the means. Even the monks who climbed the tower would find it tricky for Ye Shengge like this, let alone Wu Shanhe.
When the sage of Yanhe was facing Ye Shengge, didn't he have no choice?
This is an example.
Li Fuyao rubbed his cheeks, "Doesn't this mean that the Spring and Autumn monks under the sky are at least one step away from you?"
"Two steps."
Ye Shengge is not a humble person, nor a person who likes to talk nonsense, so she is simple and straightforward.
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Then how far will I be from you when I become the Spring and Autumn Realm?"
Ye Shengge took a step forward from the kitchen room, "According to your weird methods and so many imperial swords, it's probably a step behind me."
Then she took a half step forward, "Adding this sword of seeking immortality, it's still half a step away."
Li Fuyao watched that half step. This half step was a moat that separated him from Ye Shengge. All Spring and Autumn monks in the world, including Li Fuyao who had become the Spring and Autumn Realm, were outside that half step.
Ye Shengge continued lightly and said: "
If you are unhappy, I will go to the building to have a look. "
Ye Shengge did not deliberately practiced, but her talent or bloodline had already allowed her to walk in front of everyone. When it comes to the word Po Boundary, she is the only one who can do this. Whatever you say, then break the border.
Li Fuyao rubbed his head and didn't want to listen to these words. He practiced this kind of thing, and he could compare with anyone, but he didn't compare with Ye Shengge.
Because most of them, he can't compare.
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I don't know when the heavy snow will stop, but things are always going to be done, so Li Fuyao quickly opened the oil paper umbrella and walked out of the small courtyard.
Of course, I ate the chicken and the taro first.
Ye Shengge certainly didn't know that there was a dish called taro chicken, otherwise she would never make this dish so unpalatable, but it seems that few people in this world have the luck to eat Daozhong dishes.
The fact is that even the viewer did not have the opportunity to eat dishes cooked in Taoism.
Li Fuyao was going to a restaurant to tell a story, but Ye Shengge left the courtyard and appeared in a small alley.
An old Taoist priest appeared here.
Ye Shengge's whereabouts are relatively secret, but there is absolutely no permanent secret in this world.
So her whereabouts were exposed.
Ye Shengge glanced at the old Taoist priest, but did not recognize that this person came from that Taoist temple.
The old Taoist had an unpleasant face. He looked at Ye Shengge and said with some exclamation: "You demon girl, when you go to Jianshan, the old Taoist has been looking for you, who knows you are hiding here, let The old way is really easy to find."
Ye Shengge raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you upstairs now?"
The old way was startled, a little unclear, so, "What are you talking about, the demon girl."
Ye Shengge didn't speak. In fact, she meant very clearly. Since you are not a monk in the realm of climbing stairs, where is your confidence to trouble me?
It's just that Ye Shengge didn't say much about these words, but he took action soon.
There is heavy snow in the alleys, and she is more energetic.
Numerous majestic Qi machines rolled up the wind and snow and headed towards the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist looked terrified. The wind and snow soon drowned the old Taoist person there.
When the wind and snow cleared, Ye Shengge was already in front of the old Taoist priest. She took out a short sword from her arms, perhaps called a kitchen knife.
This is the sword of seeking immortality.
She held the Xunxian sword and pierced the old Taoist's chest with a sword.
Ye Shengge looked at the old Taoist man with a look of astonishment, "You want to ask me why I use a sword, and you want to ask why I am so strong?"
Ye Shengge drew out the Xunxianjian, "I will tell you this question when I have a chance."
Pulling out the short sword, Ye Shengge reached out and stuck a talisman on the old Taoist priest.
Then there was a fire on the old Taoist priest, who was in heavy snow.
is also like this.
At the end of the alley, a second person appeared.
Ye Shengge stretched out his hand to retract the Xunxian Sword into his sleeve.
The expression is still calm.
Thousands of miles away, in a certain mountain, a bright light suddenly went out in the Taoist temple.
The little Taoist who was adding lamp oil looked terrified.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a middle-aged Taoist who stretched out his hand to tear at will, and then tore the so-called mountain protection formation to pieces.