Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"Good, good, good!"

"Reward, reward!!!"

The final piano sound was settled, which completely mobilized people's emotions.

The crowd shouted well, not only for storytelling, but also for singing.

The woman who plays the piano and sings makes people feel pity. She wants to appear on the watch platform immediately and give a good comfort and hug to the hundred mile old woman who has been looking forward to your return.

The reward goes on and on, and the praise never stops, but the ancient style is completely stupid and ignorant. He sat in the corner, at a loss.

Does it really exist? Now it's all compiled into storytelling? Did you really become the protagonist in the book? Or is it a typical example of ingratitude and indifference?

No wonder, no wonder, no wonder. No wonder Changsheng will change his surname, no wonder he will hate his biological father. It turned out that he failed his mother so much.

Think about it in another position. If he was immortal and saw his mother singing sadly on the watchman stage every day, he would be crazy and hate his father.

Pop!

The storyteller patted the table again and calmed the scene again. Then he said:

"The old woman, who is hundreds of miles old, was originally a beautiful girl of the eight wastelands. She was once famous and gorgeous. However, the wind and frost on the watchman's stage was like a knife, blowing deep furrows and folds on her youthful cheeks. She blew her 3000 red and green silk into white hair. A beautiful woman, Tianjiao, was tortured into a white headed old woman... "

The tone of the storyteller was very vivid, almost touching and exciting. He only listened to everyone fascinated.

However, the ancient style sitting in the corner changed greatly. The glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and smashed, but he didn't know it.

A hundred miles old woman turned out to be her failed lover Nie Qian. People call her a hundred mile old woman precisely because of the hundred mile watch platform!

On the watchman's stage, the wind and frost were like knives... Such words and sentences sounded like sharp knives in the ancient wind. Every word and sentence pierced his heart and only made him break his liver and intestines.

With a slap, the storyteller spoke again:

"I look forward to your return on the husband's stage, but I don't want you back. A hundred miles old woman's life was not long, and her husband followed her son before he returned. The king of the blue sky came valiantly to oppress the immortals. Although you can cover the sky with your wings, you can't worry about your beauty! "

Pop!

The paper fan knocked down and shocked the guests!

A few simple limericks told the desolation of the watchman's platform and sighed. In particular, the sentence "before the husband returns, the son follows", which is like a sharp knife, stabbing everyone's heartache like a twist!

Hearing this, the ancient wind could no longer control his emotions. He slowly stood up straight, and a wisp of air flowed naturally. On the spot, it pressed people's chest and almost suffocated.

Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes gathered, all shocked and frightened. People's thoughts instantly returned to reality from the hundred mile old woman.

I saw that the old wind silently stared at the storyteller and asked after half a ring: "old Sir, is it true that what you said about the hundred mile old woman and the watchman's platform?"

"True, nothing false!" The storyteller looked very calm and was not frightened by the ancient style.

It seems that in order to prove himself, he added: "the hundred mile watch platform is only hundreds of miles. If you don't believe it, you can go and find out now. If you can't see a hundred miles old woman on the watchman's platform, the old man will give you my life! "

Then the storyteller "snapped" and knocked on the table again. It's strange that he can create a strong aura for himself, but he can all the people who live in the town. It's really incredible.

Suddenly, among the guests here, there was an exclamation: "my God, this... This is... The king of the green sky? He, he... How did he show up here? "

I've been recognized. After sitting here for so long, I've finally been recognized.

After this exclamation, many people immediately called out the ancient style painting shadow of that year as a comparison, and immediately gave the results.

Yes, the man in front of us is the old style of the former Qingtian king. Although there have been great changes in appearance and momentum, its outline and facial features have not changed.

The identity of the ancient style was found out, which made the tavern boil immediately. Many people showed the color of flattery on the spot, with all kinds of greetings and exclamations.

However, the old style still had an iron blue face and ignored anyone at all. He just stared at the storyteller.

After a long time, he said, "I hope what you said is true. If I know your nonsense, I won't spare you!"

Then, the figure of the ancient wind disappeared directly. The next second, he appeared directly a hundred miles away.

After he left, the tavern immediately fried the pot again. People reacted that the legendary king of the blue sky must have gone to the Wangfu platform.

Fortunately, the watchman platform is only a few hundred miles away. This distance is too close for friars.

When people arrived at the watchman's desk, they really saw the Qingtian king they met in the tavern.

At this time, the king of the blue sky stood on the watchman's platform and silently stared at the white headed old woman three feet away.

The white headed old woman is old. She is no longer the gorgeous eight wasteland girl of that year. She can't jump anymore, her voice is hoarse, and she can't sing "I hope you return" anymore.

At this time, the hundred mile old woman snuggled up on a blue stone pillar with empty eyes and dull expression. Although the ancient style is three feet away from her, she turns a blind eye!

Boundless mountain, boundless mountain. Wangfu terrace outside Wuliang Mountain, the sunset is falling, and people are still there

How many sunsets have fallen? The poor hundred mile old woman is still eager to see through and stays here every day.

The direction facing the watchman's platform was the direction of the holy land, and it was also the direction where the ancient wind stood at this time. He just blocked the sight of the hundred mile old woman.

The old woman, although her eyes were empty and her expression was dull, was whispering something in her mouth. When the ancient wind listened carefully, it was bleeding with heartache on the spot.

The white headed old woman was whispering in a hoarse and inaudible voice, "the north wind rises and the swallows and birds return. Sing a song for you and hide in the breeze. Floating thousands of miles to convey my feelings. I don't want the golden armor and brocade robe to shine everywhere, but I just want you to be peaceful and return to your hometown as soon as possible... "

This can hardly be called a song, because the white headed old woman is powerless and has no more melody to speak of. Even silent