The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 142 Yan Qianqian

Shangyangzhou.

This is the place closest to the no-man's land in the Eastern Wilderness and Southern Territory.

There is a holy place here, named Wendao Pavilion.

Ye Mo and Xi Ran walked side by side in the foggy misty rain filled with water vapor in the air.

The scenery in the ancient city is quite elegant, with a stream flowing through the streets and alleys.

In the rain, the deep and long alley, the blue stone road, the "tick" teary eaves, the narrow stone arch bridge, the traditional but flavorful oil-paper umbrella, time seems to go back.

Ye Mo's eyes were lowered, his face was solemn, and he kept thinking.

Xi Ran stretched out her hand, and poked Ye Mo cautiously. When he turned around, he asked suspiciously, "Ye Xi, what's wrong with you, you look very preoccupied."

Ye Mo shook his head.

"fine."

Xiran's bright eyes blinked slightly, and said softly, "The direction we are going. Is it wrong? I feel weird."

Hear this.

Ye Mo took out the star map and pointed her to the direction.

"It's about a week away from Luoshufang. It's not too late. We can spend two days here."

"That's it."

Xiran nodded.

Ye Mo took back the star map with a calm face. Of course, this star map is fake.

He promised Xiran would naturally do it, but he didn't say when.

Now the avatar is constantly collecting information, before the next step is clear, he must first take Xiran to no man's land to prevent accidents.

There is a tea house in the distance, and many literati and inkmen wave their brushes and ink, and show them to their heart's content, outlining a series of ink paintings that seem like shadows and illusions.

Xiran's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he pulled Ye Mo into the teahouse.

They found a seat by the window and sat down.

The gurgling water can be seen outside the window, and the light rain is ticking, falling into the house from time to time.

Today, the second waiter in the hall saw many strange guests.

He muttered softly, but the work in his hand was not slow.

The first to come in.

It was a monk Hua, carrying an iron rod on his back, with a ferocious spirit, who came to drink tea in a teahouse, looking out of place.

The second and third people go together.

One is a dark-skinned boy, wearing coarse linen clothes, with a simple and honest smile, and a young girl next to him, wearing a light yellow dress, is extremely arrogant and reveals a luxurious demeanor.

The two of them are neither like brother and sister, nor like a couple, the combination is quite weird.

In the teahouse, above the lobby, a literati moistened his throat.

"Although the first emperor passed away, the empire still exists. It is only because one god will guard the eight wastelands alone and suppress this huge river and mountain. For a while, no one dares to rebel."

"Time flies. One year after the death of the god general, Qin was disappointed, riots arose, the princes invaded Qin, and Zhongzhou was disturbed. Dynasty established."

Ye Mo's attention was attracted, and he listened carefully. After a long time, he probably understood what it was talking about.

This is the story of a general who defended his country with his life.

Someone interrupted from the audience.

"This is stupid loyalty. The world will be chaotic no matter what, so why spend your whole life guarding it."

"In my opinion, this kind of person deserves death."

No one answered.

In today's Beidou, the Shenzhou Dynasty and the Yuhua Dynasty stand side by side and divide the world together.

Although there is no literary inquisition, but misfortune comes from the mouth, we still have to be cautious in words and deeds.

"No, a big man carries a three-foot green spear, goes into battle to kill the enemy, defends his home and country, and guards the people behind him. He dies generously and worries about the country before he dies. How can he be said to be foolish and loyal?"

Yan Qianqian immediately retorted.

Ye Mo and Xi Ran looked over, and it was the girl in the light yellow dress.

It is obvious that she has an inexplicable temperament, which is different from others.

The dark-skinned young man tugged at the hem of her clothes, with a hesitant expression on his face, he whispered, "Qianqian. Is it too high-profile."

"It's okay, you are a big man, why are you afraid of this and that?"

Yan Qianqian sighed, and immediately taught.

The person who spoke first turned his head and saw a little girl contradicting himself.

"I said who is it? It turns out that it's a yellow-haired girl, what do you know?"

Seeing Yan Qianqian's luxurious clothes and a slightly immature face, the man laughed immediately.

"I know much more than you. The past 3000 years and the next 3000 years are all in my heart."

Yan Qianqian said proudly.

The man shook his head with a smile, feeling bored, and drank his tea without answering the question.

"There are fewer and fewer people like this in the world. It's sad and deplorable."

Monk Hua spoke at this moment, he sighed.

Someone next to him laughed.

"There are still such people in the human race today. In the dark turmoil not long ago, countless human heroes sacrificed their lives to block the ancient creatures with their flesh and blood."

Monk Hua nodded, put down the bowl in his hand, and said with admiration, "If all the human races were such heroes, they would have wiped out the primordial creatures long ago."

The dark-skinned boy said in a low voice

"I remember that in this great battle, a human race was born, and he is still praised by the people of God City."

As soon as this sentence was said, someone reacted instantly.

"Is the human genius you're talking about the one who stopped the ancient corpse in the Eastern Wilderness and Northern Territory?"

"It is rumored that he withstood the attack of the resuscitated ancient corpse with his strength at the beginning of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and even killed several ancient strongmen before."

The dark-skinned boy nodded.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in blue robe questioned.

"It's just that there is no news from him now, and I'm beginning to doubt whether this matter is true or not."

The flower monk took a sip of tea and said
"You also believe in this kind of thing?"

"Let's not talk about the difference between the Dragon Transformation Realm and Xiantai. That's an ancient sage. Killing a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator is like an ant. It's hard to imagine what kind of stupid person passed it on."

Xi Ran frowned, that was not what her father said in her memory.

"It's true. Not only that, he changed the situation of the battle by himself. After killing several ancient strongmen, he fought against the ancient corpses and bought precious time for Shencheng."

A voice came out, it was Yan Qianqian, she said solemnly.

"That human genius is named Ye Mo, and he comes from Fuyao Holy Land in Zhongzhou. There are rumors that he is the fiance of Fuyao Qingge Holy Maiden."

Ye Mo watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, drinking tea quietly.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

Yan Qianqian frowned.

"You don't believe it?"

No one took her word for it.

Xi Ran tugged at his sleeve, and said softly, "Can people from the Dragon Transformation Realm surpass the powerful?"

As soon as this remark came out, the people around laughed out loud, and they said kindly, "It is impossible for such a thing to happen. People in the realm of transforming dragons will never be the opponent of a strong person in the realm of holy masters."

Monk Hua sneered and said, "In my opinion, this is a story deliberately fabricated by the Eastern Wilderness and Northern Territory, but it's too outrageous, and I can't make up a better one."

Yan Qianqian raised her eyebrows, and this group of ignorant and vulgar monks actually questioned her words.

Ye Mo glanced and found that Xiran was in a daze, and she looked straight at Yan Qianqian.

"You know her?"

Ye Mo asked.

"She is from the Yuhua Shen Dynasty."

(End of this chapter)