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The wind and snow suddenly rose on the top of Qingyuan Mountain, and the storyteller in Tsing Yi shook the rivers and lakes with a foot of awakening wood. The traveler Ye Qingyun awakens the "Jingshu Storytelling" system and uses his tongue as a sword to reveal the thousand-year secrets of the vast land of China. When he said, "The Xiangyi Divine Sword is no better than the fourth one", hundreds of long swords roared in all directions; when he commented, "The Nine Yellow Swords at the Head of Emperor Wu's City have not done their best", the raging tide of the East China Sea did not recede for three days. A storm gathers in front of the storytelling hall, and there are dragons and tigers hidden among the listeners. The sword god with a broken arm under the demon-slaying platform, the peach blossom sword fairy riding a donkey backwards, and the invincible sword master a foot in front of him, all these legends of the hidden Jiazi were shattered by him one by one. As each piece of secret information fell to the ground, golden light fell from the sky to temper the body. Ye Qingyun held the Tianxian in his mouth and stepped up to the sky, actually cultivating the supreme sword intention between his lips and teeth. "I thought Li Xiangyi was dead in the world." Di Fei crushed the wine cup in his hand and looked at the man in green on the storytelling table with trembling pupils. Ximen Chuichui knocked on the mountain gate for three days in the snowy night, just to find out who the "God-cutting Sword by the River" refers to. When Ye Qingyun finally opened the remaining pages of "The Crying Sword Codex", a hundred thousand sword shadows suddenly appeared in the sky - it turned out that this storyteller had already made the entire world into a script.