Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 867 The End of the Story
"It's a bit abrupt to come here, and I take the liberty to disturb you. I hope you will forgive me." Yan Yan's attitude was very respectful.

But the gentleman sitting behind the desk never looked at her, he just turned his head to look at the wife sitting cross-legged on the bench:
"How did you promise me before? In your heart, do you have nothing but your precious student and wine? Not only is there no one else, but also no memory."

Tan Xiangzi has already taken out the small jug that Yanyan gave him from his arms at this moment, rubbing his hands back and forth like a baby.

Hearing the storyteller's taunts, he waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, okay, I think everyone is as idle as you, and don't care what they have or not! This is all I can do, no matter how many I have, I don't care. I don't even bother to care!"

After finishing speaking, Tan Xiangzi turned his face sideways, glanced at Yan Yan who was still standing there, and an imperceptible trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

His eyes were mixed with worry and doubt, a little complicated.

This girl is different from others.

In the morning, when she showed the piano identified by Chen Zhen in the hut, he knew it.

This girl possesses the power of space.

That piano should be her weapon, and when it appeared, the fluctuations of the spirit energy showed a golden color that he had never seen with his own eyes.

This rare spirit color can only be displayed by the power of the central space.

But at such an advanced age, he has never seen a monk with such power.

When he saw this kind of spiritual energy fluctuation on her weapon, he couldn't believe it.

Although he was a little irritable at the time, it was actually to cover up the shock that he couldn't calm down for a while.

Yes, he was really shocked.

Moreover, not only did she have rare space power, her piano sound could also enter Chen Zhen's dream, which also really shocked him.

He was actually a little skeptical at the time.

After all, Chen Zhen's dream was no longer a dream. Rather, it was a special and terrifying place.

According to common sense, it is impossible for anyone to enter that place, let alone wake up Chen Zhen from there.

However, just now, when the two of them walked out of the Yewu wilderness, the girl suddenly said that she saw Chen Zhen.

The moment she said this, although Tan Xiangzi remained calm on the surface, his heart had already stirred up turbulent waves again.

Especially before entering here, she mentioned again that she heard Chen Zhen's voice.

And she said that Chen Zhen tried to prevent her from coming in.

Although the master couldn't see Chen Zhen, from what the girl said, he knew that she wasn't lying, that she could really see the truth.

Her qin might really be able to shatter Chen Zhen's dream world.

As a person, she could even directly see Chen Zhen's dream world.

As for himself, after so many years, he was still unable to find out where the world in Chen Zhen's dream was.

Thinking of the rushing situation just now, Tan Xiangzi's eyes lit up with a hot light again.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the storyteller, and scolded: "I said you don't know what's good or bad, you old white-browed monster. The girl came all the way to see you. She's polite and sweet, you old man What are you pulling!"

The storyteller raised his eyelids, stared at Tan Xiangzi coldly, and then looked away.

His eyes fell on Yan Yan who was standing respectfully and upright in front of him: "I don't have what the girl wants here, I'm afraid the girl will have to go for nothing tonight, it's not early, the girl should come back earlier."

Hearing the storyteller's obviously perfunctory words, Yan Yan raised his head unhurriedly.

Her gaze shifted from the yellowed ancient scroll in front of Mr. Shutter to his cold and serious face.

Facing those deep and bright eyes, Yan Yan smiled lightly: "Sir, I misunderstood, I am not here to seek anything. I just want to prove one thing."

Storyteller Rushuang raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Yanyan: "What do you want to prove, Miss?"

Yanyan lowered her eyes, and quickly said to herself that Mr. Shu scanned the volume on the long case again, and his smile deepened: "I came here to ask Mr. for confirmation. The ending of the story I know is the same as what Mr. told. Is it an ending?"

Hearing what she said, the husband's complexion became even darker. Just as he was about to speak, Yanyan spoke again, with a smile in his eyes: "But it's unnecessary now. I have already got the answer to what I want."

The storyteller's eyes narrowed, and his eyes were not friendly: "What is the girl trying to say?"

Yanyan's expression was frank and frank: "Nothing else, just the literal meaning. The reason why I don't need to confirm with Mr. is because I already know the ending of the story."

After finishing speaking, Yanyan cupped her hands again: "I'm sorry for bothering you, please leave!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Yan did not wait for a moment, turned around and walked out.

The storyteller's voice came from behind him coldly: "Girl, don't be too conceited in being a human being. Everything in the world exists in particular, and you can't get a glimpse of it when you travel thousands of miles. The girl is young, sensitive and studious, humble and respectful. Don't be a mosquito." If you bear the mountain, you will tire yourself!"

Yan Yan didn't turn her head back, she replied in a clear voice: "Dug out one hole every day, and it will be full in seven days..."

"girl!"

Before Yan Yan could say the last word, the calm and composed gentleman who was sitting behind the desk had already changed his expression drastically, he suddenly got up, and interrupted her next words eagerly.

Yanyan stopped at the same spot, turned around slowly, with a faint smile on her face all the time, looking at the already pale and panic-stricken storyteller.

Then, she asked lightly: "The ending of the story, am I right?"

The storyteller just stared at her, but this time, he didn't say any admonishing words. After staring for a while, sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.

Shaking his sleeves and cupping his hands, Mr. got up and bowed deeply to Yan Yan: "This old man can't see the true face of a talented person. I have offended you just now. I hope you will forgive me."

Yanyan didn't say any more, she quietly glanced at the storyteller, then turned around and continued to walk outside the teahouse.

When the storyteller straightened up again, his eyes were already a little moist, looking at Yanyan's back, his words were choked up, with a deep sense of sincerity: "Since the girl knows the ending of the story, let it rot in your belly, don't be with me." People say, Wanwang, Wanwang..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Storyteller would have such a strong reaction. Even Tan Xiangzi, who was sitting cross-legged on a stool, stood up in surprise.

She stared blankly at the back of Yan Yan walking out, then she stared round and asked the storyteller: "This girl really knows the ending of this story, what exactly is it? After all these years, I still don't know!"

The storyteller ignored him, and slumped back to the stool with his shoulders down, his face full of despair.

His red eyes stared blankly at the scrolls spread out in front of him, and he shook his head lightly after a long while. When he closed his eyes, two lines of muddy tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that the storyteller became seriously sad, Tan Xiangzi stopped talking.

After being together for so many years, the white-browed old man has always given him the impression of being conceited and steady, and it was the first time even Tan Xiangzi had seen him lose his composure like tonight.

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