Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 806 My name is Chen Zhen
The man enthusiastically led the two towards the stairs.

There are obviously fewer people on the second floor than on the first floor. Although square tea tables are placed one by one, the distance between them is obviously much larger.

Yan Yan and Bo Chengxian picked up a table near the railing and sat down.

The clerk wiped the table top neatly, and then ran downstairs to prepare tea and snacks.

They just sat down when a few more people came up from the stairs.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Yan looked sideways.

This time, three well-dressed youths came up, followed by two servants.

Among them was a 25-year-old man.

Although the man was not very old, he had a beard growing on his lips. He had a serious face, but his originally fair and refined face became more stable.

The man wears a sarong crown on his head, and a black narrow-sleeve brocade robe with a square collar pattern. His waist is tied with a silk fish on a gold hook on the side of his waist, and a delicate and small portable sword is hung.

Several people sat down at the table next to Yanyan and the others.

Coincidentally, the tea fruits ordered by Yanyan were served on the table.

After dismissing the buddy, Bo Chengxian picked up the teapot and poured Yan Yan a cup of tea.

Yanyan's ears twitched as the dense hot tea splashed on her face.

I saw a man at the next table asking in a low voice: "Young City Master came out of Canglang City this time, and came to such a small town? This small town can be visited several times in less than half a day. What is there to do?" What is the young city lord concerned about?"

Just by listening to the accent, Yan Yan knew that these people did not come from the place where the caravan passed by.

And from among these people, she heard a familiar place name - Canglang City.

She remembered hearing about this place the first time she went to White Mist Hall, and later heard it briefly mentioned by Yu Xinzhu and Shao Yunxin.

Canglang City is one of several forces on the Eastern Continent that is as famous as Tianbei Island.

Yanyan was a little surprised, she didn't expect to meet people from Canglang City in this humble town.

She couldn't help but look sideways at a few people...

The other man among the three immediately said: "The young city lord who asked you to follow thinks highly of you, why do you ask Neduo? The young city lord acts with the young city lord's own thinking, you just follow along."

The man who was scolded was a little unconvinced: "Ask what's wrong? If you ask clearly, it will be convenient for you to cooperate with the young city lord, and you can also help the young city lord to find the treasure and return to the city as soon as possible. What's wrong? It's better than blind eyes."

The man who scolded others was speechless for a while, and he said displeasedly: "Young City Master doesn't say anything, so there is a reason why the Young City Master doesn't say anything. When your cooperation is needed, the Young City Master will naturally talk to you. Why are you so anxious!"

The man who was scolded sneered coldly: "The young city lord only picks up good things to say, but when you are really useful, it may not be able to succeed, hum! Flatterer!"

"Who are you talking about as a sycophant!" The man who scolded others couldn't hold back his face, and couldn't help raising his voice.

At this time, the man who had been replaced as the "Young City Lord" who hadn't spoken all this time spoke up: "What are you shouting about, listen to the book!"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the two bullies immediately shut their mouths.

Yanyan unwrapped the fresh lotus leaves wrapped with water chestnuts, and heard a crisp sound of "Crack!" from downstairs.

Behind the table covered with bright red silk cloth, the storyteller slapped the gavel vigorously, and everyone in the hall fell silent for a moment.

The storyteller's voice was loud and full of energy: "It is said that a long time ago, before the birth of the human race, there were only gods in the world. There were two most powerful gods. One lived in the South China Sea, and his name was Shu, and the other lived with Beihai, its name is Hu..."

Hearing the storyteller's opening remarks, Yanyan raised her eyebrows and smiled: "This story is a bit interesting."

"The two great gods are famous far and wide. Although they live in two extremes of the world, they have already heard each other's name. Unfortunately, because the journey is too far away, the two great gods will not be able to meet each other. For this reason, the two gods are very sorry. "

"There is a god in the center, whose name is Chaos. His temperament is sophisticated and hospitable. He often invites all gods to his shrine, and cooks them with fine nectar and fairy fruits..."

The storyteller shook his head and spoke with emotion.

The guest officials in the teahouse were so absorbed that it was audible.

But listening to it, Yanyan felt something was wrong.

Besides the voice of the storyteller, she also heard another voice...

Withdrawing her gaze from the storyteller, Yanyan turned her head to the side to search for the source of another voice.

Then she saw behind the hanging curtain not far away, a small body sitting on the ground, just like a storyteller, shaking his head and talking...

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows.

She had seen this boy before, he was the boy from the dumb woman's bun shop.

When she was buying buns in the morning, the child was just coming out of the shop with a bookcase and went to the private school across the street.

The child sat casually behind the curtain, imitating the storyteller's appearance, demeanor, tone, tone, and frustration.

Seemingly sensing Yanyan's gaze, the boy stopped talking and turned his head to look over.

Heiliang's eyes met Yanyan's, and he was stunned for a moment, then the boy laughed first.

Yanyan also smiled, waved to him, then pointed to the water chestnuts on the table, and mouthed: "Come and eat."

The boy stood up, patted the ashes on his buttocks, straightened his clothes slightly, and walked towards Yanyan generously.

Taking the water chestnut from Yanyan's hand, the child thanked him, and holding the water chestnut, he planned to turn around and go back to the corner just now.

But Yanyan called the child: "Just sit here and eat." After finishing speaking, she poured a cup of tea for the child.

The boy didn't hold back, he sat down on Yanyan and Bo Chengxian's tea table generously, thanked him again, picked up the teacup Yanyan put in front of him and poured it down in one go, and started peeling the chestnuts.

Bo Chengxian looked at the ordinary child sitting between himself and the two monks Yanyan, without any restraint, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this really a child who grew up in a dim sum shop? His personality is rare and calm, that is, I don't know how the roots are."

Bo Chengxian didn't hide his admiration for boys, it was intentional to accept apprentices.

The child raised his head and showed a clear smile to Bo Chengxian. His bright black eyes were curved, and he responded sharply: "I can't practice. I hurt my dantian when my father and I went hunting in the mountains. The old monks in the mountains said it couldn't be cured." .”

Bo Chengxian's eyes showed regret: "It's a pity, this child speaks clearly, if he can enter the mountain gate, he should be a good seedling."

As a monk and the eldest disciple of You Changqing, Bo Chengxian used to search for talents for the sect whenever he went out.

Yan Yan smiled and said: "Good people get good luck. Didn't you just say that the dumb lady who sells buns is kind and kind, but unfortunately she can't open her mouth. She can't open her mouth, but she gave birth to such a well-behaved and intelligent child, maybe it's God's reward for her."

Bo Chengxian nodded immediately: "Exactly, the suzerain taught us before that the way of heaven is fair, it is really fair."

Yanyan smiled and asked: "What's your name?"

With half a water chestnut in his mouth, the child lowered his head and carefully peeled off the remaining half, and replied vaguely: "Chen Zhen."

(End of this chapter)