Xu Yi shook his head blankly, and the fat shopkeeper sneered, "You don't even know the Immortal Saint, but you still dare to say that you are a monk. You are not a monk. Sixty years ago, your mother was still in her mother's womb. How could you have enmity with the Yuan family? Don't come here to trick me. Go away, hurry up. Old man, I run a small business, and I can't afford to offend you like this."
With a clang, a gold ingot hit the dull and slightly moldy table. "It shouldn't be difficult to tell you a story." Xu Yi said with a smile.
He exchanged his resources for the gold ingots along the way. No matter how far he got in life, he would always remember one rule: a poor family has a way to become rich.
The fat shopkeeper's eyes shone brightly, he collected the gold ingots, and said with a thumbs up, "Now I believe it, you are a monk, you really are a monk. Look at the gold ingot you smashed. In your eyes, this gold ingot is not money."
Xu Yi waved his hand, "Let's get to the point, or I'll take it back."
"No, no, no!"
The fat shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly, "Actually, no one in the entire Great Song country knows about the Yuan family's affairs..."
"Wait a minute, Great Song country, isn't this Dai Viet country?"
Xu Yi is confused.
The fat shopkeeper stared at him, "Now I believe it even more. Not only are you a monk, you must also be a great monk. You must have been in seclusion for the past few decades. Otherwise, why don't you even know about the change of dynasty..."
The fat shopkeeper was talkative and had an open mind. As soon as he started talking, he really got the point right. Seeing Xu Yi's unkind eyes, he quickly turned back to the topic, fearing that Xu Yi would ask him for the gold nugget, "Sixty years ago, Immortal Saint Sweeper The major forces of Ping Gong Wei in Dai Viet drifted away, and old Yuan Qinghua, through his identity as the personal butler of the Immortal Saint, promulgated decrees on behalf of the Immortal Saint, supported the Dai Viet noble Lin family, and established Great Song instead."
"Because the Lin family is not a monk Lineage, and the throne was obtained entirely by external forces, which is extremely unstable. In just sixty years, he has experienced five emperors. Now in the entire Dai Viet, the major princes are respected, and the central government is headed by the General King Yuan Jingxu Dear, the Heir Apparent of King Pingxi who respected Immortal Saint's True Writing before is the grandson of Yuan Jingxu, and his mother Pingxi Queen is the concubine of Yuan Jingxu."
"The Yuan family is so powerful that it is by no means a general king. Yuan... the eight sons, four of them are princes outside, four are high-ranking officials in the court, and the remaining nine girls are all married to either princes as concubines, or to dignitaries in the court as officials. Today, the whole of Dayue no longer knows the Lin family, only the Yuan family..."
Xu Yi was dumbfounded. No matter how slow his brain was, he should know that the immortal saint was talking about him.
In the past year, he returned to Dai Viet and indeed wiped out the powerful people in this world. After settling Yuan Qinghua, he picked up Yan Zi and drifted away.
But he never imagined that the butterfly effect would set off such a terrifying storm and bring a mediocre and half-hearted monk Yuan Qinghua to the status he has today.
It is worth mentioning that it is the issue of time dimension.
At that time, after Xu Yi left the realm of Dai Viet, he returned to Northern Sacred Court. There was a gap of about four times in the time dimension between the two sides. After Xu Yi left the realm of Dai Viet, he stayed in Northern Sacred Court for several decades, and then came to the world of Four Continents.
Xu Yi also thought that even if he returned to the realm of Dai Viet, there would probably be nothing left, and hundreds or even thousands of years might have passed.
He asked Imperial Observatory what Song Yuan was, and Song Yuan's explanation was very dreamy, saying that it was a shuttle between two worlds, and as long as it went back and forth once, the time flow effect would disappear.
In other words, for him personally, the flow of time in Dai Viet 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?
Song Yuan's statement is even more confusing. If you step into your river and he steps into his river, what does it matter?
Now it seems that Song Yuan's completely incomprehensible rhetoric has been confirmed. For him and Dai Viet, only sixty years have passed.
Xu Yi said, "The Yuan family is so powerful, and there are so many unscrupulous children. I don't know why they came into conflict with you, the store owner?"
The fat shopkeeper slapped the rag hard and lowered his voice to a very low voice, "The Yuan family doesn't have any good stuff. The top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked. It's all fundamentally broken..."
Before he finished speaking, two wooden doors were pushed open with a crash, and a stout woman rushed in, with a fat face that was crying, and howled, "Master, it's not good, JunJun was captured by those damn gangs, they were captured right in front of my eyes just after leaving school, damn it..."
The fat shopkeeper was spinning for a while and was about to faint. Xu Yi glanced at him and used his thoughts to help the fat shopkeeper.
"That damn thing is not a human being. I'm going to fight with that bitch..."
The fat shopkeeper cursed wildly, grabbed the wide-mouthed kitchen knife that was still dipped in shredded meat from the table, and rushed out.
"Master, don't..."
Seeing the fat shopkeeper rushing towards the bright red door curtain like a tiger's mouth, the stout woman let out a desperate scream.
Xu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and sent out a thought, hitting the woman's Jade Pillow point. The excited woman immediately fell asleep.
Then, Xu Yi slowly stood up and walked towards the gate of Yuan's house.
The fat shopkeeper rushed in with a knife and shocked everyone. It was so lively and noisy that the fat shopkeeper squeezed to the door with a knife and rushed inside like crazy. He was about to bump into two Mr. Zhike who were singing the salute, and he instantly attracted the attention of the whole crowd.
"You are seeking death, take it!"
Head Butler, who was walking to the door to welcome guests, was so shocked that his face turned pale and he screamed at the top of his lungs. On such a big day, a slight mistake would be a huge disaster, let alone such a scene.
Head Butler wished he could kill the guard outside the door with a thousand knives. He knew very well that even if this matter was pressed, the master would not give him a good harvest.
"Damn, damn you idiot, you really didn't choose the right place to die."
Head Butler is full of resentment.
There is no need for Head Butler to be furious. All the guards know that a disaster is coming. The plan for now is to catch this bastard before everyone else, and maybe the crime can be alleviated a little.
The fat shopkeeper was known as "Old Qian" and he was an old neighbor here. Many of the onlookers knew him. When they saw this situation, they were all deeply worried about Old Qian.
"Come die!"
Chen Feng, the squad leader in charge of the security in front of the door, arrived first. He forcefully pulled away the two guards who were rushing ahead, and Great Hand Seal struck directly at the fat shopkeeper's head.
"Keep him alive!"
Head Butler shouted sharply, Chen Feng's palm suddenly turned away, and his head changed to his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, his lightning-fast handprints suddenly froze, and Old Qian subconsciously slashed Chen Feng's wrist with a knife. There was a sharp click, and Chen Feng's left hand was broken at the wrist.
"Ah!!"
Chen Feng screamed and stared at the kitchen knife in Old Qian's hand in disbelief. It was completely difficult to understand. You must know that he is a monk Mid Liquid Condensation Realm, and his muscles, bones and skin have been trained to the extreme. Even if Giant Man took a kitchen knife like this and chopped it on his bones, it would only be able to chop the blade until it curled up, and he would only break a little of his skin.
But now, his wrist was cut in two by an ordinary person with no cultivation. This, how is this possible...
Chen Feng's wrist was cut off, which shocked the whole audience, but all the guards who participated in the siege were eager to take it from Old Qian.
Some were cautious and simply shot out their true energy, while others used weapons to attack.
Old Qian, who had no regard for life or death, felt a fire burning in his chest, and rushed straight into the door, not caring about anything else, and slashed with his knife.
"Ah!"
"My sword!"
"My hand!"
In an instant, there were endless screams in the field. Wherever the Old Qian kitchen knife passed, severed limbs flew everywhere, and all the magic weapons and armor were shattered. Old Qian was even immune to all spells, and cut out a path of blood.
"This, this, stop him..."
Head Butler was completely panicked and roared crazily. However, Old Qian, who was blinded by the killing, slashed his neck with a knife. His head was suddenly missing, blood spattered three feet, and all the onlookers were completely petrified.