After Miyamoto Musashi finished speaking, Yun Ying and Yao looked at each other, but neither of them understood the essence of this joke.

“Dirty!”

Miyue glared at Miyamoto Musashi, then snorted coldly and said, "It seems that only a wild place like Fusang can cultivate a vulgar person like you."

"I......"

Before Miyamoto Musashi could finish his words, Wang Yi reached out and patted Miyamoto Musashi on the shoulder.

"We are all men, why bother with women?"

"In our Fusang, women can teach them any lessons."

"She is Empress Dowager Xuanyong, with power, wealth and power!"

After Wang Yi's last reminder, Miyamoto Musashi immediately changed his tone and said, "But I am different from other Fusang men. I respect women very much. So I don't have the same knowledge as women."

After Miyamoto Musashi shut up, Wang Yi took a step forward and said, "Let me tell a story. The name of this story is the love, hate, and love between seven boys and a young couple."

"The story is like this. The seven boys entered their home one by one while the young couple was not prepared, and were subdued by the young couple. But at the end of the story, there was another shocking reversal. The young husband was killed and the young and beautiful wife fell into the clutches of the seven boys."

"By the way, there was an old man who planted a gourd vine..."

After Wang Yi finished telling the story of the gourd baby, Yun Ying couldn't help but clenched his fists and said, "At first, I thought the seven boys were bad guys, but later I realized that the seven men were good guys. Lord Wang, you almost made me wronged the good guys."

Yao also nodded from the side.

"I like this story very much, which makes me feel that the blood in my body is boiling. I also want to find the snake spirit to fight her for 300 rounds."

"I owe you ten miles now, and you can continue talking."

"Okay, then I'll tell you one more. The new story is called a beautiful woman fainted for no reason and was forcibly dragged into the woods by seven men."

After Wang Yi finished speaking, Miyamoto Musashi's ears moved and hurriedly approached Wang Yi's side.

"Once upon a time, a princess, whose skin was better than snow, was affectionately called Snow White..."

Wang Yi always has endless stories to tell.

After telling the story of Snow White, he told the story of a pair of brothers finally becoming lovers.

After this story was told, Yun Ying and Yao cried loudly, and even Mi Yue felt deeply.

"Mr. Wang, if you talk about the ending of the tragic story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, I will be in trouble."

Wang Yi glanced at Yun Ying and said, "Then let's change one, I'll tell you another story about a weak man falling in love with a wild monster."

"There was a child called Xu Xian..."

Everyone listened to Wang Yi’s story and it was evening before they knew it.

When night fell, everyone raised a bonfire, and Yao was still recalling Xu Xian's story.

"Brother Wang Yi, can people really fall in love with wild monsters?"

Hearing Yao's words, Yunying also came over.

Yun Ying and Yao are not very old, and now they are like to fantasize about their love.

"Of course people and wild monsters can fall in love, and people can not only fall in love with wild monsters, but also with ghosts and caterpillars. Of course, people can also fall in love with gods in the sky."

"I have a few more stories here, some down-and-out scholars are fascinated by ghosts, some cowherd kids fall in love with immortals. Yao, if you want to hear these two stories, when we arrive in Yunmeng City, I will slowly tell you in detail."

Before Yao could speak, Wang Yi hugged his hands behind his head and lay beside the bonfire.

"I'm tired today, I'll go to bed first!"

Seeing Wang Yi, he quickly snorted evenly, Yao and Yun Ying were so angry that they stomped their feet hard.

"Yao, if you want to listen to the story, take us a few more days to go. At that time, Lord Wang..."

Before Yun Ying finished speaking, Mi Yue whispered from the side: "Girl, why are you turning your elbow out!"

"Hehe, doesn't Sister Miyue want to hear Wang Yi tell stories?"

"The story needs to be heard, but the matter must be done."

Yunying shrugged her shoulders and pulled Yao's arm to the side.

The two women whispered in a low voice, laughing from time to time.

I don't know what happy things they are talking about.

"Mrs. Miyue, I actually know the story of a person falling in love with a ghost. Now I'm bored, why don't I tell you."

Miyamoto Musashi felt it was necessary to have a good relationship with Miyue.

After all, this woman is not simple.

"roll!"

Miyue glared at Miyamoto Musashi. Seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi quickly shrank his neck and retreated aside.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the Xuanwei Forest.

The wind blew the flames on the ground and kept dancing. Wang Yi, who was originally asleep, opened his eyes instantly.

"Beware! There is danger of getting close!"

Wang Yi opened his eyes, stood up immediately, and took out the long sword he carried with him.

It was not until this time that Miyamoto Musashi and Miyue felt a faint murderous aura.

"Friend, since you are here, why bother to hide in the dark and show up to see you!"

Wang Yi roared into the darkness and did not react at all when he saw the darkness.

Wang Yi sneered again: "Since you don't come out, don't blame me for offending you."

After Wang Yi finished speaking, the sword in his hand flew out straight away.

Seeing the long sword in Wang Yi's hand flying into the distance like a stream of light, Mi Yue exclaimed.

"Sword-controlling technique!"

The long sword penetrated into the darkness, and soon a crisp "ding" sounded.

The long sword quickly turned back and fell into Wang Yi's hands.

Until this time, a figure finally floated out of the darkness.

"The light thing is the sharpest. Your sword-controlling technique is indeed eye-opening. In Xiayun Zhongjun, don't you know your honorable name?"

"I'm Wang Yi!"

Yun Zhongjun nodded slightly and continued to condescendingly to Wang Yi: "I came here to capture Yao. My mission has nothing to do with you. I hope you can give me a face and take a few steps back, otherwise I can only say sorry if I hurt you."

As soon as Yun Zhongjun finished speaking, Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly and said, "My name is Miyamoto Musashi, the number one master of Fusang. You threatened to hurt us. I think you seem to be very arrogant. I want to fight you."

Yun Zhongjun glanced at Miyamoto Musashi and said softly: "Someone will die because of the low soul!"

"What do you mean?"

"He called you a fool, so stupid."

When Miyamoto Musashi heard Yun Ying's words, he was instantly angry.

People can insult Miyamoto Musashi for being ugly, but they cannot insult Miyamoto Musashi for being stupid.

“Two days first-class!”
Chapter completed!