In the afternoon, the temperature was suddenly cold.

There were still large snowflakes, fluttering down from the mist, and goose feathers were like, and it didn't take long for a thick layer to be spread on the ground, covered in silver, extremely beautiful.

In the teahouse, the storyteller carried a bag that had been packed a long time ago, and staggered out the door.

"Let's talk about it again, brother!"

"Last time, I talked about the little deputy palace master giving birth to the little dragon crocodile, and what happened later?"

"Who took the name of the little dragon crocodile in the end? You haven't finished talking yet, why are you leaving?"

There were some guests sitting in the teahouse, and when they saw that the storyteller was leaving, they enthusiastically retained them, and every afternoon, they would come regularly to listen to the storyteller to tell the story, but they didn't expect the storyteller to leave with his bags today.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, the storyteller paused, turned his head to look at the guest he had already known, and sorrow welled up in his heart, the little deputy palace master was arrested, and he, who knew many things about the little deputy palace master, knew that this was very likely to mean a brilliant end for a person, if he stayed to tell the story, I am afraid that it would also be ended.

Although I had long been prepared to die in a foreign land.

But he was half-cut into the ground, and he couldn't carry a knife and gun in his hands, what could he do for the little deputy palace master?

It's better to leave and go to his hometown, and spread the deeds of the little deputy palace master along the way, and it will not be in vain that the little deputy palace master will be kind to him......

"I can do it!"

"There are still some things that the old man can do!"

In the voice of the guest, the storyteller's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he unloaded his bag from his shoulder, and sat down on the familiar storytelling wooden platform with it, and opened his mouth.

This time he didn't recite the final poem.

There was no snare drum beating.

I opened my mouth like a chatter.

"The little deputy palace master is the same as everyone else, he eats grains and sleeps on a wooden bed......"

"It's all the same thing, why are some people black-hearted, but the little deputy palace master is chivalrous?"

"In the past, how could the price of the pills in Qingqiu City be reduced, the price will only get higher and higher, after the appearance of the little deputy palace master, how can the pills you buy be expensive......?

"The old man is also deeply favored by the little deputy palace master, this time he came to Qingqiu City, and he was almost killed, it was the little deputy palace master who acted righteously, so that the old man had the opportunity to see more of the past few days, everyone, you don't know about this, let the old man talk about it carefully......"

The storyteller spoke slowly, his mouth moving rhythmically.

The number of people in the teahouse gradually increased, there were monks inside and outside the city, everyone knew that the little deputy palace master was arrested, probably because they wanted to come over and listen to the little deputy palace master, and the festival between the little deputy palace master and the city lord, everyone also knew more or less, this catch, I am afraid that it will enter the fire pit, what if I can't hear it in the future......

Listen, listen, everyone is fascinated.

No one noticed that the storyteller's gray hair had slowly become as white as a layer of hoarfrost, as white as the snow that was falling outside, and his breath was gradually withering.

"The little deputy palace master is such a good person, how can someone bear to harm him?"

"If the old man had been as strong and strong as everyone else, he would have given his life to save him. ”

"The magic weapons in your hands can kill people and save people......"

"This city, without the little deputy palace master, how boring it should be!"

On this day, the storyteller brought the ancestral Gu Soul Technique into full play, and as he spoke, he spurted out a mouthful of blood without warning, and fell on the stage......

"Little Deputy Palace Master, the old man walks in the cultivation realm, relying only on a mouth. ”

"This mouth is like a divine weapon, it can kill people and save people......"

The storyteller had a smile on his face, happier than he was when he returned home.

There were two disciples of Xiaogong who were ordered by Fennel to protect the storyteller in secret, picked up the storyteller and quietly left the teahouse, and when they walked to Ziyang Xiaogong, they said in a deep voice: "The mouth of the storyteller is comparable to the power of the Qingqiu family......

The snowflakes are fluttering, and they are getting bigger and bigger.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and it was not yet night, and it seemed that night was coming.

An ethereal shadow suddenly descended on the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, she walked through the snow, leaving no footprints, as if she did not belong to this world, she suddenly raised her hand and pressed it to the ground.

Thundered!

The entire City Lord's Mansion began to shake violently, as if an earth dragon was turning over underground.

The tall listening rain building shook visibly with the naked eye, and if it was more violent, it would have collapsed, and the snow slipped down from the upper floors and fell to the ground with a thumping sound......

But this abnormal movement only lasted for a short time and then stopped.

"Whew!"

The shadow exhaled and shook her head.

Obviously not very happy with what he was doing.

"I've been away from the body for too long, and the fugue body has no more energy left!"

"Meng Fan, I can't help you in the first place, but your paper soldiers can't be repaid!"

In the next moment, the shadow suddenly became unstable and disappeared into the heavy snow, as if she had never been there, but underground, the blood in a person's body suddenly boiled, and suddenly opened her eyes in the dark, and gently opened her mouth to say a person's name......

Pig's Trotter Mountain, snow also fell on this day.

At the end of winter and spring, I'm afraid it's the last snow.

Rushing!

On a hillside, there was a middle-aged man wearing a torn cotton jacket, who was sweeping the snow with a broom, this person was Shi Tierlin, the head of the Nanhua faction, and Elder Tao was sitting on a bench at the door, smoking a cigarette, looking at Shi Tierlin.

Since Shi Lilin joined his ranks, he has been a lot more relaxed.

I was able to spare a lot of time to cultivate, and my cultivation progressed day by day.

"Sweep it clean, or when the sun comes out, the snow will be everywhere, and it will be muddy everywhere, and it will stain Ah Fu's fur. Elder Tao scolded Shi Lilin and looked into the distance again.

Ah Fu is sitting cross-legged like a human, letting the snowflakes add to him.

Lan Er was piling up a snowman beside her, wearing a white knitted snow hat that Qu Shuyao had given her before, and a green silk drooped from under the snow hat, so beautiful that she looked like a fairy in the snow, which made people want to cry inexplicably.

After a while, the snowman was built.

She stood up straight, squinted her beautiful eyes, and praised herself: "It's so beautiful!"

Seeing Ah Fu secretly open one eye and look at the snowman with interest, she pinched a ball of snowballs and threw them on Ah Fu's head: "Cultivate hard, don't be distracted!"

Then her expression became inexplicably sad, she looked in the direction of Granny Zhang's house, and said to herself: "It would be nice if Miss could play together...... Why haven't you woken up yet!"

Suddenly, she hurriedly patted the snow on her body, straightened her hair, and bowed deeply in one direction, and this bow turned red in her eyes, and choked up: "Miss, ......"

(End of chapter)