Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

"Is there a possibility that the two powerful demon gods will lose each other, and finally let Barbatos steal the chicken?"

Chapter 21: The Bard and the Ancient Tombstone

In Liyue Port.

There are not many stories about Mond City and Fengshen.

People's cognition of the history of Mond City is limited to those names: the wind god-Barbatos, the king wolf of the north wind-Andreus, and the lonely king of the tower-Dekarapian.

and so--

When the audience heard Li Mo tell that the Northern Wind Wolf King and the High Tower Lone King competed for the position of Fengshen, but did not mention Fengshen-Barbatos.

They are all very puzzled.

Could it be that the Fengshen at that time hadn't been born yet?

Many people immediately rejected this idea the moment they were born.

after all--

What qualifications does a newly born demon god have to compete with two powerful demon gods for the position of Fengshen.

How could it be possible to compete for two powerful demon gods?

"Storyteller, Fengshen-Barbatos was eaten by you?"

"It stands to reason that Barbatos must be the strongest demon god of his generation if he can win the position of wind god."

"Is there a possibility that Barbatos is the sixth child, hiding until the end to steal the chicken and win?"

"I don't think it's possible. I heard that Fengshen is a generous person—"

"Storyteller, hurry up and tell the story—hurry up and finish the story of Mond, and continue to tell the story of our Liyue."

The audience in the audience urged.

Compared with the story of Mond City.

As the people of Liyue, they prefer to listen to the stories of "The Great Sage Subduing the Demon Bloody Battle of Thousands of Demons" and "The Rock King is Invincible".

Not just ordinary Liyue people.

Even Ke Qing, Shen He, and Qi Qi in the corner looked nervously at the stage.

In another corner of the inn.

General Lei Dian looked at Zhong Li with cold eyes and said:

"This storyteller even knows the story of that guy Barbatos clearly."

"I don't know where Barbatos is at this moment—"

Also as one of the Seven Gods.

General Thunder and Barbatos did not communicate much, and the number of meetings was also very few, limited to acquaintance.

So little is known about Barbatos' past.

Zhong Li laughed while teasing the bird and said:

"That guy, it's more laid-back than we thought—"

"His alias is Wendy. He may be reciting poems on a street corner, or drinking in a pub, or singing songs of freedom."

Thinking of Barbatos' wine, Zhong Li couldn't help but licked his lips.

have to say--

The wine in Mond City is one of the best wines in the entire Tivat continent.

now!

Not just the ordinary audience in the audience.

Even Zhongli, who is also one of the seven gods, has a strong curiosity about Barbatos becoming the god of wind.

How Barbatos defeated the two demon gods and finally became the wind god.

General Lei Dian said coldly: "It's a pity that Barbatos is not here, otherwise the truth of the story can be verified."

If Barbatos is here, maybe he can provide some clues about the reincarnation of his "brother".

Zhongli heard the words.

While looking at Li Mo on the stage, he smiled and said:

"You underestimate Barbatos too much, he is the wind god!"

"Even if it's thousands of miles away, he can still hear the storytelling stories here along the wind, and maybe he will come to Liyue in person."

"I'm looking forward to that guy's wine!"

……

at the same time.

on the stage!

Li Mo heard the urging voices from the audience.

He took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

Putting down the teacup, he continued to tell about his experience of reincarnation in the third life:

"Two thousand seven hundred years ago—"

"The hurricane blown by the tyrant's high tower and lonely king enveloped the entire Old Mond City. People living in the city can't see the blue sky, the green land, or the clear river."

"People are confused, and only by choosing to submit to the lonely king of the tower can they have a chance of survival."

"But—among the crowd, there is a young man yearning for freedom."

"His name sounds nice, Wendy!"

"Every time the young Wendy finished her work, she would come to the foot of the city wall alone, and carefully take out an old book from the cracks in the bricks."

"According to the pattern in the book, Wendy carved a simple musical instrument with a knife."

"It's called Harp!"

"Young Wendy held the hurricane in front of her face, squatted at the foot of the city wall, and played it lightly."

"Ding—the sound is very nice!"

"So, facing the hurricane, the young Wendy imagined the appearance of flying birds and the boundless sky, and played the song of freedom."

"Young Wendy closed her eyes, as if she had turned into a bird, mesmerized!"

"He didn't notice—the music he played, when it was passed into the hurricane, it actually caused the vibration of the elemental power."

"Merging with a ray of unawakened wind power, it promoted the birth of a life."

"Or--"

"It was the young Wendy who played the harp longing for freedom and created a new demon god!"

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When Li Mo, yearning for freedom, tells the story of the young Wendy playing the harp.

Right now!

Thousands of miles away.

Outside the distant city of Mond, on a hill covered with green grass.

A bard wearing a green cloak and two cute braids is sitting in front of an ancient tombstone.

After millennia of devastation.

The old tombs have been worn away by the years, leaving only the tombstones made of stones, still standing firm in the north wind.

The bard sits next to the tombstone as if sitting next to a friend.

While playing the harp, he sang "old-fashioned" old poems.

And tell the outside story to the tombstone:

"Wendy, the current Mond City has developed into a big city, with the Chenxi Winery specializing in wine making, and the orchard with the fragrance of birds and flowers—"

"Today I was reciting poems on the street corner of Mond City. The acting head of the West Wind Knights named Qin liked our poems very much, and gave me a reward of a thousand moras. I am so happy——"

"That mischievous knight named Keli gave me a bouncing bomb as a reward. If it was you, you would definitely educate her—"

"Then I took Mora and the Bouncy Bomb and went to the tavern for a drink—"

"The bouncy bomb almost exploded, the tavern owner was almost scared to death—"

The stories the bard tells are all about his own experience today.

When talking about interesting things, the bard can't help but raise the corners of his mouth and laugh.

Even if there is no interesting story happening.

The bard will also be accompanied by the tombstone, playing the harp, and tirelessly telling about his ordinary day.

Such days have lasted for more than two thousand and seven hundred years.

But—the bard didn't feel irritated at all, but felt that every day was a surprise.

The bard was tired of talking—he picked an apple from the tree.

Said hungry - also picked an apple from the tree.

A tall apple tree is enough for him to eat for a whole summer.

While the bard played his harp.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, bringing the storyteller from afar to the bard's ears.

Hear these stories.

The bard was taken aback suddenly, and even the hand playing the harp subconsciously stopped.

His eyes were full of surprise.