"The secret must not be revealed."

Fugui Inn exploded again.

"Fuck! I can't bear it!"

"Is it really installed for you? It's a secret, a secret, a secret. If you tell me the damn secret after the 'otherwise', I'll reward you again!"

Dao Qiongcang shook his head frequently this time, not bowing down for the five spirit crystals, "As I said, the secret of heaven must not be leaked, that is, it must not be leaked."

Everyone rolled up their sleeves.

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly changed his words: "But if you all join my Tianji Divine Sect, I can reveal a little bit of the secrets of heaven... and being named a god and ancestor will be just around the corner."

Everyone was happy again.

"Preacher!"

"After a long time, it turns out that they are really here to preach. I am so angry. The Tianji Divine Sect has been very popular recently. Is there such a way to preach?"

"Not to mention, there is something in this Dao Qiantian. It was the true form of 'Pinch Finger Divine Calculation' just now, wasn't it?"

"The descendant of Shujinmen?"

"I don't know, I don't know, suffering from flesh and blood, and the ascension of heaven and earth, it's a bit interesting..." Someone seemed to be moved.

"Holy crap! Don't think that if you hang around me, I won't recognize that you are also an actor. Get away!"

"Ouch……"

There was a commotion at the door.

The twins of tears swept through the pair of holy swordsmen again, but they fell into deep thought.

Dao Qiongtian will never be so far away, just come here to entertain yourself...

but!

"But there must be some reason why you appear here. Who are you waiting for, Ba Zunzun?" Dao Qiongcang suddenly said.

Tears flowed as if being awakened, mind reading?

He even drew the magic staff and was ready to go.

The Fugui Inn trembled in shock, the sword intent passed over everyone's robes, and the doors and windows opened with a bang.

Suddenly Gou Wuyue stood up in the darkness, and the sudden desolation flowed like water waves, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?" The people in the inn didn't know how serious it was, they just felt that the thrill just now had been wiped away.

"WTF?"

"A magical feeling..."

"Yes! They have some skills, two ancient sword cultivators..."

"No!" Someone suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't this man in tears the real thing?"

This sound seemed to wake up some holes in people's thoughts, and suddenly another excited voice exploded in the distance:

"Here he comes! It turns out he's from a theater troupe!"

"Here comes the Eight Masters, and the Storyteller. These two have been very active recently. They have been shopping everywhere, and they all ended up here!"

The crowd at Fugui Inn seemed to be wiped away by a big hand.

Dao Qiongtian, not crazy, Gou Wuyue turned his eyes and looked away with tears in his eyes. He also held his bamboo hat and pointed it in the direction outside the door.

"Buzz!"

The magic staff suddenly stirred.

Nulan's voice was even buzzing.

This special effect is simply amazing. Just when everyone was feeling amazed, they looked back at the opening of the crowd in front of them, and heard a loud laugh from afar:

"You old bastard, thirty years of being a palace master have sealed your seal, and now after liberation, you have ushered in your adolescence?"

"Thirty miles away, I can smell the filthy smell on your body, it's more distinctive than your innate sword sense!"

The crowd suddenly became noisy.

When the eight lifelike and lifelike storytellers walked into the inn, everyone was shocked.

With tears streaming down her face, she lowered her head and drew her magic wand to hide it.

Daoqiong's eyes flickered, he smiled and groaned, silently waiting for the visitor from afar.

The one-armed Gou Wuyue holds Nulan's voice in her hand - it turns out that this person is the best, his eyes are so complicated, there are surprise, unwillingness, joy, and concentration...

He vividly performed the image of a swordsman who was a good friend in the past but is now on a different path. His arm was broken due to a dispute over the road, but he still held his hand again because of the love of giving him a sword.

Almost everyone in the inn was in awe!

"So preachy, right?"

"Okay, okay, Tianji Divine Sect... I remember this name. You guys have something."

Ba Zun entered the inn with long strides.

In front of Dao Qiongcang, he didn't look as sickly as before.

After nodding towards his mortal enemy with a smile, he took the lead to look at the pair of tears, threw a jade talisman and said:

"Put the rest down first."

"Contact Xuan Wuji first, and then go to the central region. There is no need to go through the cross-region formation. Remember to move faster."

"Dao Qiongcang is right, Yujing City needs you now."

I grabbed the jade talisman with tears streaming down my face, as if I still couldn't believe it.

But the Eight Masters have said so. Even if he doesn't believe it, he can only believe that the sky is really helping him... like a dream!

"Farewell."

When I thought that what happened in Yujing City might be related to my sister, I burst into tears and disappeared without saying a word.

"Is this going too fast?"

The entire Fugui Inn was surrounded three times inside and three times outside.

It doesn't matter that Tears left early, the ones who are left behind are the big names.

Gou Wuyue, Dao Dao Dao Dao firmament, eight acquaintances, counting carefully, there are three of the ten seats here.

In addition, the teahouse storyteller has been famous for a long time, and the three emperors are not crazy.

No one knows where this drama will ultimately lead, but the only thing that is certain is...

"The Tianji Divine Sect is quite powerful!"

…

The Eight Masters left with tears in their eyes, and finally looked back.

Dao Qiongcang looked up and faced this familiar old friend.

The battle of the ten thrones seems like yesterday...

The battle on Void Island is vivid in my mind...

Over the years, all kinds of bloodshed, both overt and covert, will never end.

The former supreme leader of the Holy Temple met the leader of the overlord of the dark forces, the Holy Slave, in the sinful land of the Southern Territory. However, this was the first time the two sides met outside of the battlefield.

Behind each of them, there is the storyteller, Gou Wuyue, who has become rather resentful in comparison.

The God of Death, Wei Kuang, looked around and realized that he had nothing to do with him, so he took the seat first.

The small wealthy inn, under the gazes of all the Taoists, seemed to have caused a huge flood that could swallow up the five regions.

Just when everyone thought it was time to start a fight...

Several people in the field looked at each other and smiled.

"Sit!" Dao Qiongcang pointed to the tea table where Wei Feng was sitting. There were still a few empty seats there.

"No, no, no, Dao Palace Master, please go first." The Eight Masters also extended their hands.

"No, no, no, no, I am already the former master of the palace, and you are still the first saint slave." Dao Qiongcang squeezed out a wry smile.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Then..." Bazun turned his eyes and looked at Gou Wuyue, "Wuyue Sword Immortal should take the seat first!"

The corner of Gou Wuyue's mouth twitched. He couldn't stand the hypocrisy of these people anymore. He glanced at the storyteller and said in a solemn voice:

"After the burning of the harp, there was a teahouse, from the Central Region to the Eastern Region, from Qinglong County to the Eight Palaces..."

"I never thought that I would be able to see you in the Southern Territory in the end."

The storyteller Ning Honghong covered her mouth and smiled softly, moved her waist and hips slightly, took the second seat, smiled sweetly and said:

"Brother Wuyue is no longer a leader in white clothes, but he must not be taken to Guizhe Holy Mountain and fed to those jackals, tigers and leopards. He is scared to death."

After talking for a while, the storyteller glanced at Gou Wuyue's broken arm and said in shock: "Hey! What's going on? He's such a swordsman, why is his arm broken?"
To be continued...