Xu Yi shook his head blankly, and the fat shopkeeper sneered, "You don't even know about the Immortal Saint, you dare to say that you are a monk, and you are not a monk. Sixty years ago, your mother was in the womb, how could you have an enmity with the Yuan family?" Come on, don't lie to me, go away, hurry up, the old man, I am running a small business, but I can't afford to provoke this shame."
With a bang, a gold ingot slammed on the dull and mildewy table, "I'll just listen to you tell a story, it shouldn't be difficult." Xu Yi said with a smile.
He exchanged the gold ingots with resources along the way. No matter how far he got into it, he always remembered one rule: poor families get rich on the road.
The fat shopkeeper's eyes lit up, he took the gold ingots away, and said with thumbs up, "Now I believe it, you are a monk, you are really a monk, you see that you smashed the gold ingot, in your eyes, this Gold ingots are not money."
Xu Yi waved his hand, "Let's get to the point, otherwise I'll take it back."
"Don't, don't, don't!"
The fat shopkeeper waved his hands again and again, "Actually, no one in the entire Great Song Kingdom knows about the Yuan family..."
"Wait, Great Song Kingdom, isn't this the Great Yue Kingdom?"
Xu Yi was dumbfounded.
The fat shopkeeper glared at him, "Now I believe it even more. You are not only a monk, you must be a great monk. You must have been in retreat for decades, otherwise, why don't you even know about the change of dynasty..."
The fat shopkeeper is a talkative guy with an open mind, and when he got distracted, he really hit the point. Seeing Xu Yi's eyes were unkind, he hurried back to the topic, fearing that Xu Yi would ask him for that ingot, "Sixty years ago, The Immortal Sage wiped out all the major forces that were defending Dayue, and drifted away. Old Yuan Qinghua, using his status as the personal steward of the Immortal Sage, promulgated the decree on behalf of the Immortal Sage, supported the noble Lin family of Dayue, and established the Great Song Dynasty instead."
"Because the Lin family is not a family of monks, and the throne is obtained by external forces, it is extremely unstable. In just sixty years, there have been five emperors. Now in the whole of Dai Viet, the local princes are respected, and the central government is dominated by the generals. Yuan Jingxu is respected, the son of Prince Pingxi who honored the original work of the immortal sage earlier is Yuan Jingxu's grandson, and his mother, Princess Pingxi, is Yuan Jingxu's concubine daughter."
"The Yuan family is very powerful, and it is definitely not a general king. Yuan... the eighth son, four of them are princes abroad, and four are high-ranking officials in the court. He is a doctor. Today, the whole of Da Yue does not know the Lin family, but only the Yuan family... "
Xu Yi was dumbfounded, no matter how dull his brain was, he should know that the fairy sage was talking about himself.
Years ago, when he returned to Dayue, he indeed defeated the strong in this world. After Yuan Qinghua settled down, he picked up Yan Zi and flew away.
But he never expected that the Butterfly Effect would set off such a terrifying storm, bringing a mediocre half-baked monk Yuan Qinghua to the position he is today.
It is worth mentioning that it is a matter of time dimension.
At that time, Xu Yi returned to the Holy Court of the Northern Territory after leaving the Great Yue Realm, and the time dimension difference between the two sides was about four times. years, and later to the world of four continents.
Xu Yi also thought that even if he returned to the realm of Dayue, he might have nothing left, maybe hundreds of thousands of years had passed.
He asked Qin Tianjian Zheng Song Yuan, Song Yuan's explanation was very dreamy, saying that it was a shuttle between the two worlds, and as long as it went back and forth once, the time flow effect would disappear.
That is to say, for him personally, the time flow of Dayue will only be at the same speed as him.
Xu Yi also asked, what if there are other people going back and forth like this.
The Song and Yuan arguments are even more ambiguous, saying that if you step into your river, what does it matter if he steps into his river.
Now it seems that Song Yuan's completely incomprehensible rhetoric has been confirmed. For him and Dayue, only sixty years have passed.
Xu Yidao, "The Yuan family is so powerful, and there are so many unworthy children, why did they conflict with you, the shopkeeper?"
The fat shopkeeper hit the rag heavily, and lowered his voice to an extremely low level, "The Yuan family has no good things, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and the roots are completely broken..."
Before the words fell, the two wooden doors were pushed open with a bang, and a thick woman rushed in, with a fat face crying, and howled, "It's not good, Yunyun let those gods kill you!" I took it away, just after school, I took it away from my eyes, God damn it..."
The fat shopkeeper was spinning around for a while, and he was about to faint. Xu Yi glanced at him, and with his thoughts, he immediately supported the fat shopkeeper.
"Damn it, it's not a human being. I fought like a dog with him..."
The fat shopkeeper cursed wildly, picked up the wide-mouthed kitchen knife that was still dipped in shredded pork, and rushed out.
"Master, don't..."
Watching the fat shopkeeper slam into the bright red door curtain like a tiger's mouth like the wind, the stout woman let out a desperate scream.
Xu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and sent out a thought, which hit the woman's jade pillow point, and the emotional woman immediately fell asleep.
Afterwards, Xu Yi slowly got up and walked towards the gate of the Yuan family.
The fat shopkeeper rushed in with a knife, startling everyone, because it was so lively and noisy, that the fat shopkeeper squeezed to the gate with a knife, and rushed into the door frantically, about to bump into two Mr. Zhike who were singing. It immediately attracted the attention of the audience.
"Fuck you, take it down!"
The head butler who was going to the door to welcome the guests was so shocked that his face paled, and he shouted hoarsely. On such a happy day, if there is a mistake, it will be a big disappointment, let alone such a scene.
The butler wished he could cut the guards outside the door into pieces. He knew very well that even if this matter was pressed down, the master would not give him good results.
"Damn it, you damn fool, if you really want to die, you can't choose the right place."
The butler was filled with resentment.
There is no need for the big housekeeper to be furious, all the guards know that a catastrophe is imminent, and the current plan is to catch this bastard before everyone else, maybe it can alleviate the crime a little bit.
The fat shopkeeper is called "Old Qian", and he is an old neighbor here. Many of the onlookers know him. Seeing this kind of battle, they are deeply moved by Lao Qian.
"Die!"
The team leader Chen Feng who was in charge of the security in front of the door arrived first, abruptly dragging away the two guards who were rushing ahead, and made a big handprint directly towards the fat shopkeeper's head.
"Keep him alive!"
The big butler shouted sharply, Chen Feng's palm suddenly turned away, turning his head into his shoulders.
Unexpectedly, his lightning-fast handprints suddenly froze, Lao Qian subconsciously slashed straight at Chen Feng's wrist, with a crisp cracking sound, Chen Feng's left hand was broken at the wrist.
"ah!!"
Chen Feng let out a scream, and stared at the kitchen knife in Old Qian's hand in disbelief. It was completely incomprehensible. You must know that he was a monk in the middle stage of condensate, and his muscles, bones and skin had already been trained to the extreme. Even if a giant man took a kitchen knife like this, he would chop it up and chop it up. On his bones, the blade can only be rolled up, and he can at most break the skin.
But now, his wrist was cut in half by an ordinary person with no cultivation, how, how could this be...
Chen Feng's wrist was cut off, which caused a sensation in the audience, but all the guards who participated in the siege were eager to make contributions and went straight to the old man for money.
Some were cautious and simply shot out their true essence, while others attacked with weapons.
Old Qian, who had put life and death aside, had a fire burning in his chest, and rushed straight into the door, slashing at random with a knife, regardless of the three seven twenty-one.
"ah!"
"My sword!"
"my hand!"
All of a sudden, there were endless howls in the arena, wherever Lao Qian's kitchen knife passed, severed limbs were flying, and all the armor of magic soldiers were shattered.
"This, this, stop him..."
The head butler was completely panicked and roared wildly, but the red-eyed old Qian was slashed on the neck with a knife, and his head was immediately dislocated, blood spattered three feet, and the crowd of onlookers were completely petrified.