Uncle is Up

  Chapter 49 Two thousand years ago

  Bei Yinuan had to rely on spiritual weapons to get out of Luofu, and Luofu's clan protection circle was not just for fun.

  Out of Luo's mansion, Bei Yinuan stood outside looking at the brightly lit and bustling Luo's house.

  Her eyes are curved, and the gentle smile on her lips can instantly capture people's hearts, "Oh, I don't know if that girl has come out, has she been caught?" After finishing speaking, she turned and flew into the night.

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   At this time, the Luo Mansion had just had an assassin incident, and when looking back, it was found that a guest minister had died, and there was a sudden chaos in the mansion.

  The disciples sent by the Longyuan Sect to look for Bei Yinuan also arrived at Bei Yinuan's location correctly according to Du Heng's divination.

  At this moment, Bei Yinuan has already reported her revenge for being attacked, and she came to the teahouse to listen to stories in a good mood.

   "Last time we talked about the three victories of Venerable Moon Guanyue against Venerable Duanlong."

  The storyteller with a mustache and a mustache said meaningfully, "I think you are tired of hearing the stories of these venerables. Why don't we have some fresh ones today?"

  Mr. Storyteller's mysterious tone aroused the curiosity of everyone present.

   "Mr. Jing, let's stop our curiosity, what are you going to talk about today?"

   "Yes, yes, is it a secret?"

  This storyteller is popular with these people, and Bei Yinuan also regards listening to books as a pastime, mainly because she finds it very interesting to listen to the deeds of various celebrities.

   And the Venerable Moon Watcher is not the matter of his senior brother Nan Yuxing?

   She knew about the three battles with Venerable Duanlong. When Venerable Duanlong was still a Venerable, his senior brother was just a true king, so these three victories shocked the comprehension world at the time.

   "I don't know if you know the second disciple of Venerable You Shan?" The storyteller looked around and spoke cautiously.

  Bei Yinuan immediately became interested when he heard that it was about his senior sister.

"I know, how could I not know?" Someone quickly responded, "The three disciples of Venerable You Shan are well-known genius disciples in the cultivation world. .”

   "That's right, Nan Yuxing, Mochiyuesha and Bei Yinuan, so which one is the one you want to talk about?"

  Someone said: "Could it be that Beihan Zhenjun? I heard that Bei Yinuan recently fought a life-and-death battle with Venerable Yiyuanying and won."

   "Then Bei Yinuan is the youngest but has extraordinary talent, but I have heard her deeds no less than a hundred times, but this moon-watcher...what does Mr. know?"

   "Ai ai ai" Mr. Storyteller signaled everyone to be calm before saying, "Before I talk about this moon-watching sand, I would like to ask you if you know the three great evil races two thousand years ago?"

   "Evil Race?"

  Everyone was stunned. It was the first time they had only heard of the immortal race and the word and race of the evil race.

   "Sir, don't be a fool anymore, tell me quickly."

Urged by everyone, Mr. Storyteller took a sip of spirit tea to moisten his throat before he said unhurriedly, "Those two thousand years ago were the most chaotic years in the cultivation world, and all kinds of vicious beasts and other races fought for territory and fought for territory. The world of self-cultivation is full of smog, and the world is in chaos."

   "We and the human race were the weakest at the time, but we won the melee. Do you know why?"

   "Why?" Everyone asked in unison.

   "Because at that time, three powerful families united with all the monks in the cultivation world to clear up all the chaos, quell the war, suppress all the alien races, and sign a peace agreement, we are now stable."

   "What are the names of those three families? Why haven't we heard of them, and they haven't even been recorded in the history of self-cultivation? Why are those three families called evil clans?"

  Everyone's repeated questioning made the storyteller raise his eyebrows, and he was in a good mood.

"That's because..." Mr. Storyteller paused and knocked his fan on the table, and said under his breath, "That's because the members of those three families have special constitutions and spells. The constitutions possessed by those three families And spells are not tolerated by the righteous way."

   "One of the families is called... Spirit Devourer!"

  The storyteller's eyes widened, adding to the sense of terror, and Bei Yinuan was also fascinated by it.

   "People in the family of the Spirit Devourers have a special physique, that is, anyone who comes into close contact with them will slowly absorb the spiritual power from their bodies for their own use."

   "What!" Everyone was shocked, "Isn't that an evil cultivator?"

   "And the moon-watching Sha of the Longyuan Sect is said to be that one... Well, this is also hearsay, so I don't believe much."

  Mr. Storyteller was afraid of causing any trouble, so he added the last sentence.

   "Sir, what about the other two families? How evil are they?" Some people urgently want to know how evil and powerful the remaining two families are.

   "The remaining two are called..."

   "I've met True Monarch Beihan"

   "I've met True Monarch Beihan"

  …

  Mr. Storyteller was interrupted by a chorus of shouts, which also interrupted Bei Yinuan's silence.

   All the monks, who were focused on listening to the book, turned their heads and saw a white-clothed disciple at the door bowing to a man wearing a white curtain and hat in the corner.

  The sleeves of the group of white-clothed tight-robed disciples were all blue, and their belts were all embroidered with the logo of the Longyuan School, a golden curly-petal chrysanthemum hooked into a Baoxiang pattern.

  Now everyone knew which sect these disciples belonged to, and then all of them fell silent.

  They were just discussing the true king of another sect, and the next second the disciples of the other sect came to kill him. What is this?

  Bei Yinuan sighed, she knew that her master would definitely ask someone to "find" her back.

   "Zhenjun Beihan, the head said he found you, so please go back as soon as possible."

  The disciple headed by him has a handsome face, but he has already established a foundation at a young age. This disciple should also be an inner sect.

   "Understood." Bei Yinuan put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his robe and followed the disciples out as if resigned to his fate.

  Suddenly, Bei Yinuan turned his head to look at the storyteller, with a pair of upturned eyes and brows with amorous charm, every glance is gentle.

   The storyteller was scared into a cold sweat by Bei Yinuan's turning around. The person he just mentioned was the serious senior sister in front of him.

  If the other party holds him accountable, can he keep his leg, his hand, or his life?

  However, Bei Yinuan just shook his head slightly at the storyteller and left.

  She felt a little pity, she didn't know what the names of the remaining two families were and what abilities they had.

   It would be too shameless to ask, she, Bei Yinuan, must maintain her tall and tall image, and must not pursue a storyteller because of gossip.

   "Let's go."

  Bei Yinuan left Cannes with a group of disciples who found her.

  After leaving the city gate, the dozen or so disciples split into two waves, one followed Bei Yinuan, and the other left in the opposite direction.

   "Is this Master giving you other tasks?" Bei Yinuan couldn't help asking.

  The leading disciple replied, "Yes, the head said that if he found the Venerable, he would go to Junior Brother Mingyu and bring him back."

  Bei Yinuan asked with a smile on his lips, "Why did nephew Mingyu go?"

  The disciples headed by him glanced at Bei Yinuan in embarrassment, hesitated and said, "...Junior Brother Mingyu complied with Zhenjun and your contract elf went somewhere."

  Bei Yinuan: "..."

  My good fellow, she shouldn't have asked, and now she has to waste another Meditation Pill.

  Xu Mingyu, who was missed by everyone, was going further and further in the direction of finding Bei Yinuan.

  Xu Mingyu looked at the endless yellow desert, and said to the wheat germ under his elbow, "Are you sure it's here? Why do I feel something wrong?"

   "Yes, yes, yes." Maimai nodded fiercely, "My impressions are not wrong, you trust me."

   "Really? Then why is Bei Yinuan coming to the desert when he has nothing to do? It's weird, and you are too. After searching for so long, I can't see her. Are you really reliable?"

   "Of course I'm reliable. If you don't look for it, let me down and I'll look for it myself."

  Wheat Germ struggled to get down and walk by itself, Xu Mingyu patted it on the head and said, "Be quiet, if you keep shouting, I will train you into a pill."

   "Bad guy! I'm Zhenjun's ghost, if you eat me, she will clean you up!"

   "Hmph, I'm not afraid of her." He said to himself, "Anyway, it's almost the same thing. It's rare for her to take care of me."

  …

  The wind and sand rolled over, and one person and one ghost were arguing and walking further and further into the depths of the desert.

  (end of this chapter)