Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 807 The Never-Told Story

"Chen Zhen, what a good name. Why don't you stay in the private school and go to school, come here to listen to the books, and be careful to let the master know and beat you."

While speaking, Yan Yan refilled tea for Chen Zhen.

Hearing Yanyan ask about this, Chen Zhen had a helpless expression on his face: "It's okay to beat the palm of your hand. As long as you drink, sir, you will not be able to wake up all day today. Let alone beat the palm of your hand. It's so good that even today's You can’t even teach your homework.”

The childish little face looks like a little adult who hates him for not fighting, which is really cute.

Yanyan thinks this kid is interesting and likes to talk to him.Just skipping class is not a good thing after all.

Thinking of his mother's inability to speak, and relying on steamed buns for children to study, Yan Yan rewrapped the water chestnuts on the table with lotus leaves.

Pushing Shui Lizi to Chen Zhen, Yan Yan smiled and said: "I see you were sitting there just now telling the book with your master, you probably got tired of listening to the story I told you today, if that's the case, you might as well go back earlier."

While speaking, Yan Yan had already stuffed the lotus leaf bag containing water chestnuts into the child's hand: "Mr. is drunk, you can read the books by yourself. You must know that learning new things by reviewing the past is also an important way to study. These water chestnuts If you can’t eat it, ask your mother to peel the chestnut rice and steam it for you, it’s crispy and fragrant, it’s delicious.”

Chen Zhen put the lotus leaf bag back on the table and shook his head: "I won't go, I want to listen to the book here."

Yanyan was a little speechless to this stubborn child: "But you can recite it so well, what else is there to listen to?"

Chen Zhen shook his head solemnly: "Although this story is told every day, I have never heard the ending. I will wait here to see if I can hear the ending today."

Yanyan's heart skipped a beat.

Talk every day?

But why was it never mentioned?

She subconsciously cast her eyes on the people listening to the book below...

Most of the people below are the people living in this town, but judging from their demeanor, they all listened seriously...

All the people in these towns were extremely excited, and their eyes were fixed on the old storyteller on the stage. It was absolutely impossible to put on such an expectant expression collectively.

These people seem to have never heard the story.

But just now Chen Zhen was eloquently learning from the storyteller, and she saw it with her own eyes.This child has been able to learn the master's book with both sound and emotion, obviously not after listening to it for a day or two.

Could it be that everyone in the town has collectively lost their memory?

Yanyan felt that something was wrong.

She looked sideways at Chen Zhen, who was peeling the chestnuts, and glanced at the storyteller downstairs from time to time.

Most of Chen Zhen's attention is now on Shui Lizi. He has heard this book before, and he is only waiting for the story behind...

Then Yanyan raised her head and looked at Bo Chengxian who was opposite.

Then she found that Bo Seung-hyun's expression was obsessed, as if he was completely drawn into the story.

The storyteller downstairs is still talking endlessly...

"On this day, the Great God of Chaos invited Hushen to the palace again. After the delicious food and wine, Hushen suddenly burst into tears..."

The story is still going on, and all the guests in the bookstore are deeply immersed in the story, and the whole tea shop is a little strangely quiet.

Yanyan's eyes moved away from Bo Chengxian's focused expression, and then turned to look at the tables next to her.

She found that the three men at the table that came in almost at the same time as them were also focused on listening to the book at the moment.

The expressions of the two gangsters are exactly the same as Bo Chengxian's, with an obsessed look...

However, just when Yanyan was about to look away, the man who was called "Young City Lord" suddenly turned his head and looked at Yanyan's.

Yan Yan was slightly startled.

The young city lord was obviously not completely attracted by the story downstairs.

The man's pupils were pitch-black, and his eyes were piercing. When he looked at Yanyan, Yanyan could clearly feel the abundant spiritual qi fluctuations in the other person's body.

This person also has cultivation, and is above her.

Yan Yan had a rough feeling, this person's cultivation base was about at the elementary level of Nascent Soul, and the spirit qi dissipating from the other person's body was obviously much thicker than her own.

The man's gaze didn't stay on Yanyan for a long time, it seemed that when he looked at her just now, he just noticed her visit.

Seeing that she was not doing anything else at this moment, he looked away and continued to listen to the story.

Yan Yan also looked away, and then looked at the guests at other tables...

Then she saw the waiter downstairs leaning against the stairs, the shopkeeper behind the counter...

They all have exactly the same expressions as Bo Chengxian and the common people listening to the books downstairs, and they are listening very attentively...

Yan Yan frowned.

At the moment, in this huge tea shop, there are at least a hundred guests, all of whom seem to be addicted to the storyteller's story.

Only she, Chen Zhen, and the young city lord at the next table were left, who were not completely attracted by the storyteller's story.

Yanyan's gaze subconsciously shifted to the storyteller downstairs.

The storyteller is an ordinary old man... at least she can't sense any spiritual fluctuations in the old man.

The old man was wearing a gray cloth gown that had been washed and starched, and there were some pieces of pudding on it.In front of him was a gavel, a folding fan and a white handkerchief.

Like all storytellers, he sits behind the book case and follows the content of the story with emotion.

Yanyan frowned even tighter.

Books are normal books.

People are normal people.

Why is the story told like a spell, attracting everyone deeply?

Just when Yanyan was wondering, Chen Zhen, who had been concentrating on peeling the water chestnuts, put down the water chestnuts in his hand, and began to look at the storyteller without blinking.

Yan Yan looked at him: "Why didn't you peel it off?"

At this moment, Chen Zhen couldn't care less about looking at Yan Yan, and just responded casually: "That's what I was talking about before."

Yanyan frowned and asked: "Does this story end here every time?"

The boy nodded, and only said "um", with a very focused look on his face.

Yan Yan also cast her eyes on the storyteller downstairs again...

"With the kind invitation of the Great God of Chaos, the two great gods, Shu and Hu, who live at the two extremes of the world, finally saw each other in the Palace of Chaos, and finally fulfilled their long-cherished wish that they hadn't seen for a long time,"

"The two great gods hit it off right away, and immediately introduced each other as confidants, and made an appointment every year at this time to meet in the palace of the great god of chaos. In this way, another 8000 years have passed. The great god Shu and the great god are also in the chaos I have seen you in the palace for 8000 years,"

"Shu and Hu have become very good friends with each other, and because they go to the Great Chaos God's Shrine to meet every year, the friendship between the two Great Gods and the Chaos God has become extremely deep."

"However, every year the gathering is held in the Great Chaos God's Shrine. They receive the warm hospitality of the Chaos God every year. The two Gods felt a little sorry. They discussed and planned to repay the hospitality of the Chaos God. So, the two A great god thought of an idea..."

The storyteller had just finished speaking when there was a sudden exclamation from the street: "It's flooded! It's flooded..."

　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)