Chapter 113: Fairy Sui'an Fairy Suian? Jiang Yu pursed his lips and continued to look at the excited storyteller on the stage. He waved the fan in his hand, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and stroked his beard and said mysteriously: "The leader of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect and the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm both have a sweetheart they cannot get. Do you know who it is?" He looked around and saw some people about to blurt out the answer, so he quickly stopped them with a smile: "Hey, those of you who know the answer should stop guessing. Wouldn't it be more interesting to let those who don't know guess?" There was an immediate burst of laughter from the audience. Someone laughed loudly and said, "Old man, how many people in the Three Realms don't know about Yuan Heng and his gang?" Even if some people don't know, he said Fairy Suian in the previous sentence and became the sweetheart that others could not get in the next sentence. Who couldn't guess it? Jiang Yu complained inwardly. She stood in the crowd, someone beside her was whispering the answer. She looked at the storyteller's face, and the answer that everyone present knew came into her ears. Jiang Yu suddenly realized that the leader of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect was no longer Song Lian, and the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm was no longer Cangwu, and the person they loved but could not have was not her mother as she subconsciously thought. Yuan Heng became the sect leader, Wei Xu became the Demon Lord, and she became the Fairy Suian who had long been forgotten in everyone's mouths.
In this future, she dies. Jiang Yu thought that love stories were indeed attractive. She knew that as long as Wei Xu did not marry, apart from Yuan Heng, sooner or later, this story about a brother and sister who had no blood relationship and was known to everyone would be spread by others. "That's right!" The storyteller seemed to have heard the answer from the crowd, "It was the Fairy Suian - Jiang Yu." He sighed deeply: "It's a pity that Fairy Sui'an and Master Yuan were clearly in love with each other, but now they are separated by life and death..." It is indeed a love story. Jiang Yu lowered his eyes with disinterest. The stories told by these storytellers were half true and half false, and not worth listening to, especially the stories after "her" death, which might have been distorted long ago. She turned and walked out the door, pausing only when the other party mentioned the words "three hundred years ago", and then continued to walk out. She didn't know what day it was today. There were quite a few people on the streets of Nanhai Creek, but not as many as in the previous Nanhai Creek. She casually walked around several stalls with a lantern in hand, and unexpectedly saw herself at a stall selling ceramic figurines. The little figure in the white dress was bought by her herself. Jiang Yu played with it in her hand for a while, and after the novelty wore off, she casually put it into her storage necklace. She always felt that God had not sent her on this trip just to listen to other people's storytelling. "You are much happier now than your father and I were back then!" The gentle voice reached her ears accurately. Jiang Yu stopped and looked back. A family of four also stopped behind her. Each of them had spiritual power. The mother's voice continued: "There were many more evil cultivators back then, and their methods were much more cruel than they are now—" She paused and said, "Your grandmother and uncle died at their hands. During that time, evil cultivators committed evil everywhere, killing people and slaughtering villages. Things like that were everywhere." "The most frightening time is when the sun goes down and no one dares to go out. Even during the day, if there are no immortals stationed in the city, few people dare to go out." "When your grandmother and uncle were killed by the evil spirit, I was still a child. I only remember that the village was covered in blood, and it seemed as if the whole world was filled with cries and calls for help. I was protected by my mother and luckily survived." Her voice was filled with tears: "Jing Mo is too powerful, and there are too many evil cultivators following him. There are countless people in this world who have the same experience as me." "Thanks to the Fairy Sui'an—" she said, "and a group of heroes following her..."
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, couldn't bear to listen any longer, and walked away quickly. (End of this chapter)