Time passed, and it has been thirty years since Sun De's story about Luo and Gu's battle for immortality ended.

Thirty years are basically half of a mortal's life. Too many changes and too many turns can occur. For this small county, although a group of children are born, grown up, married, and have children.

But there are also a group of people who are declining, frustrated, old and dead.

But what remains unchanged is the county town itself, whether it is the buildings, city walls, yamen courtyards, and... the teahouse of that year.

It still maintains its former appearance, even if it is damaged, but overall, there seems to be no change. It’s just that there are fewer broken tiles in the house, fewer bricks and stones in the city walls, fewer plaques in the yamen courtyard, and... there are fewer storytellers in the teahouse.

But there are also more people and things in this county town, more shops, more towers in the city walls, more drums in the yamen courtyards, more men in the teahouses, and... under the Dongcheng Bridge, more beggars.

The beggar's head was covered in white hair and his clothes were dirty. His hands seemed to grow dirt on his skin. He was half leaning against the wall behind him. In front of him was a broken wooden table with a black wooden board on it. At this moment, the old beggar was looking at the sky, as if he was in a daze. His eyes were turbid, as if he was about to be blind, and his whole body was dirty, but his wrinkled face... very clean, very clean.

It seems that this is his only, only decent.

But this clean face is incompatible with the other beggars around, and is also inconsistent with the crowds and bustling sounds around.

He seemed to care. After a while, in the sky was covered with clouds, the old beggar made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was laughing, and also lowered his head as if he was crying, picked up the black wooden board on the table, and put it towards the table, making the crisp sound of the past.

"I said last time that nine thousand million kalpas before the demise of the vast Dao Realm, outside the mysterious yellow of the heaven and earth, in the endless and unfamiliar depths of the distant starry sky, two powerful people who had already existed since the beginning of their opening competed for the immortal throne with each other!"

"But I saw that Luo's powerful man raised his right hand and grabbed the way of heaven, about to crush..."

"But ancient times are better. When you turn around, you will reverse time..." The old beggar's voice was up and down, and he shook his head even more, as if he was immersed in the story, as if in his dim eyes, he saw not the crowd that passed by and was ignored, but the intoxicating eyes in the teahouse of that year.

Even though his mouth caused dissatisfaction among other beggars around him, he still knocked on the table with the black wooden board in his hand, shook his head and continued to tell the story.

"Old man, you have told this story for thirty years. Can you change it?"

"Sun, please shut up quickly. It disturbs my dream. Do you deserve a beating again?" The dissatisfied voice became stronger and stronger. Finally, a middle-aged beggar next to him, stepped forward and grabbed the old beggar's clothes, and glared fiercely.

"Old Sun, do you think you are the Mr. Sun at the time? I warn you that it will disturb my dream again. Here... you can move it out for me!"

Although the old beggar's eyes were dim, he glared at the middle-aged beggar who was holding his collar.

"Bold, I am Mr. Sun, I am a Juren, I am a famous person all over the world, I..."

"You crazy man!" The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand and was about to slap him, when a low shout came from a distance.

"stop!"

As the sound came, an old man walked slowly from the edge of the overpass with a five or six-year-old boy in his arms.

Seeing the old man coming, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, and the cruelty on his face turned into flattery and flattery, and he quickly spoke.

"It turns out it's Mr. Zhou, I'll say hello to you."

"Get back." Zhou Yuanwai frowned, took out some copper coins from his arms and threw them over. The middle-aged beggar quickly picked it up, his smile became even more flattering, and he quickly stepped back.

Ignoring the other party, Zhou Yuanwai looked at the old beggar who had tidied up his clothes at this moment, continued to sit there, raised his hand and knocked the black wooden board back on the table.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please tell me a little bit. I want to listen to the part that Luo Laid out for the final battle with Gu in 90 million disasters." Zhou Yuanwai spoke softly.

The old beggar flipped his eyelids, swept his eyes, looked at him, and smiled faintly.

"So it's a waiter, are you all here?"

Yuanwai Zhou laughed when he heard this, as if he was trapped in memories, and spoke after a while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, I'm waiting for you." As he said that, he put down the curious little boy in his arms, stepped forward and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar immediately smiled proudly, picked up the black wooden board, knocked on the table, and made a snap.

"I said last time..." The old beggar's voice echoed in the bustling voices, as if he was taking him back to the past. The Zhou Yuanwai opposite him seemed to be the same. One of them said and the other listened. It was not until dusk that as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou Yuanwai took a deep breath, looked at the gloomy sky, took off his coat and covered the old beggar's body, and then bowed deeply, leaving some money, and leaving with the little boy.

From afar, you can hear the curious voice of the child.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar?"

"He is Mr. Sun. When my grandfather was still working as a mate in the teahouse, he admired the most."

"But why is he here? Don't he go home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to travel thousands of mountains and rivers to see the lives of the people. Maybe he is tired, so he has a rest here." The old man's sighing voice blended with the child's crisp voice, and he went further and further.

He couldn't see it, and the old beggar behind him seemed to be sleeping. His body was trembling at this moment, and his closed eyes could not contain tears. It flowed down his decent face. As the tears fell, thunder came from the gloomy sky, and drops of cold rain also sprinkled on the earth.

The raindrops were very cold, which made the old beggar slowly open his dim eyes while trembling, picked up the black wooden board on the table and stroked it in his hand. This was the only thing that accompanied him from beginning to end.

Touching the black wooden board, the old beggar looked up at the sky, and he remembered the rain at the end of the story.

The rain thirty years ago was cold and warm, like fate. After the story of Gu and Luo was told, he had no dreams. The stories about demons, demons, eternity, and half-gods and half-immortals he created were not exciting enough. From the beginning, everyone was extremely expecting it until they were impatient, and in the end no one cared about it.

He tried many versions, but failed without exception. The failure of storytelling also made him even more humble at home. His father-in-law's dissatisfaction and his wife's contempt and disgust made him bitter and could only rely on the imperial examination.

But... he still failed.

The repeated blows made Sun De reach a dead end. In desperation, he could only tell the story about Gu Hexian again, which allowed him to return to his original life in a short time. However, as the days passed day by day, seven years later, no matter how wonderful the story was, it could not overcome the repetition. Gradually, when everyone had heard of it and when more people imitated it in other places, Sun De's path was cut off.

He had no source of income, gradually lost fame and decency. At this time, his wife, after countless disgusts, fell in love with others in front of him. When he was angry, she directly ended her marriage with him and remarried with others with the support of his original father-in-law.

Sun De also suffered from the pain of cheating, was beaten up, broke his legs, and threw it out of the house. That day, it was raining, as cold as it was.

He lost his family, career, decency, everything, and legs. He was lying in the rain and howling, and finally couldn't bear such a blow. He went crazy.

Or, he had to be crazy because the higher his fame was when he was the most popular, and the greater the loss he lost after he had nothing. This gap is not something that ordinary people can bear.

He was crazy and lived by the charity he had given to the past and occasionally sighed and recalled. He gradually became a beggar, a beggar who lived in his own world and still told stories.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but he seemed unwilling to accept it. He struggled to survive, even if... the only one black wooden board was accompanying him.

At this moment, he gently stroked the black wooden board. Sun De looked at the rain. He felt that today seemed colder than usual, as if the whole world was left with him. Everything in his eyes became blurred. It was faintly vague. He seemed to hear many sounds and see many figures.

"Mr. Sun, let's have some time."

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we all feel itchy when we hear it. Don't keep it in your mouth."

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you have made us wait, but it's worth it!"

Listening to the sounds around and looking at the enthusiastic figures, Sun De smiled, but his smile was slowly turning into eternity as his body cooled down.

But at this moment... he suddenly saw two figures in the crowd, especially clear. It was a white-haired middle-aged man with sadness in his eyes. There was also a little girl in red clothes beside him. Although the child was happy in his clothes, his face was pale and his figure was a little illusory, as if he would dissipate at any time.

The two of them sat there, staring at themselves.
Chapter completed!