"Saying that, with a flick of the wrist of the real person, three sword lights shot towards the tiger-headed monster, and before the tiger-headed monster could react, the body was shot by the sword light, and the blood mist was filled with the sky, and the huge body was also blown into pieces. At this point, the audience dropped the melon seeds in their hands one after another, and spit out all the melon seeds that had been eaten in their mouths. It's as if they're eating the broken bones of a tiger monster.

"Back then, the real person traveled the world within half a year, did all the good deeds, punished the evil and promoted the good, and killed the demons, but then he got tired of the world and went into hiding......" The storyteller said like a river, gushing endlessly. But he was interrupted by a stout man: "Hey, you've been talking for a long time, who is the surname Guan? Can you still travel all over the world within half a year?"

It was taboo to be interrupted during the storytelling, but Mr. Na didn't laugh angrily, closed the folding fan with a "snap", and said with a smile: "This big brother asked well, and he was about to talk about it in detail, but he suddenly had a dry mouth, and I don't know which hero is willing to give me a few tea money, so that I can moisten my throat and say it carefully." As he spoke, he held the folding fan and bowed to the audience, his face full of please.

As soon as I heard that I was going to pay for it, I started talking about it.

"Just talk about it, make everyone happy, you must be indispensable. ”

"That's it!"

“……”

Mr. Storyteller listened to the people in the audience say this, twisted his eight-character mustache with his left hand, his eyes rolled around, and he pretended to be hoarse and said: "Everyone doesn't know, my Hu Yichen's voice is 'bright when it meets gold, and it opens when it meets treasure', which is what people often say 'money voice', as long as you see money, it is naturally loud, but it is rich, I am afraid that it will be dumb." ”

Everyone was listening energetically, and when they heard him gossiping here, they all felt angry, but it was indeed more difficult to break the bill by themselves than to ascend to the sky. In a few moments, several of the listeners had left their seats to find other amusement. Hu Yichen also felt embarrassed for a while, he had tried this trick many times in other inns, why was it not good to go to this "Xianliu Famous Inn" in Yunzhou City? He was also very unhappy in his heart, thinking to himself: These misers are not good at food and clothing, but their pockets are tight. That's it, it seems that the old man made a mistake, and it was originally expected that the guests of the "Xianliu Famous Inn" must be wealthy, but only "arrogant", not "wealthy".

Thinking about it, he was about to roll up the cover and leave, but as soon as he carried the white banner with the words "chatting about the world", a bright object flew towards him, impartially hitting his forehead.

"Oh, which king is this...... Hey!" The storyteller smiled when he saw that he was smashing a piece of gold.

?“ It seems that it is really 'bright when it meets gold', haha......" The stout man laughed, causing everyone around him to laugh too.

Suddenly, someone outside the door said, "If you have the tea money, please continue to talk about it." ”

Everyone looked out the door, and saw a young man in black stepping through the door, carrying a long sword wrapped in cloth behind him. The boy raised his head, his slightly disheveled hair sliding to the sides, revealing a heroic face. He has a tall posture, a pair of indifferent and deep eyes under the heroic sword eyebrows, and a high nose bridge with the lightly raised lips at the corners of his mouth make his face exceptionally clear and handsome. As soon as he stepped through the door, he gave people a sense of oppression that he didn't dare to despise, and that aura was suffocating. This young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was a dusty man, and he had a sense of weather.

The shopkeeper was very sharp-eyed, and when he saw that the young master was generous, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "This young master, this store is the best inn in Yunzhou City, you really chose the right place to eat and live here! Are you playing sharp, or staying in the hotel?"

"I'm just coming in to rest, and I don't bother the little second brother. The boy found an empty seat and sat down.

"Is that a tire? Xiao Erxin said: It's rare to meet a rich man, how can you leave without leaving a few children? At the same time, he took off the towel on his shoulder and wiped the table.

"Hey, people have given you money, do you want to talk about it?" the stout man urged.

Hu Yichen stared at the black-clothed young man with a pair of mouse eyes for a long time, and then he immediately came back to his senses as soon as he was called, helped his scholar hat, and immediately said with flying eyebrows: "If you want to ask who this 'Guan Zhen Zhenren' is?

The audience here was listening with their ears stretched out, and when he came to such a sentence, they all felt that they had been tricked. The stout man put two small trunk-like arms across in front of Mr. Storyteller, his tiger eyes widened, and he said fiercely: "Are you tired of life, don't you?

This posture frightened Hu Yichen trembling and curled up, and his voice trembled: "Don't hide it from the uncle, the small one will only be this small paragraph, and what I said is biased, I am afraid that I will fall into the reputation of the Streamer Immortal Sect." ”

"'Streamer Immortal Sect'? Haha, how can there be such a sect in the world? Uncle, I have been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I have never believed in your set, what kind of cultivation is really asking? It's all bullshit, when you are a happy person, forget it, will your Taoist uncles believe you to be so nonsense?"

"Bah, don't say that, that Streamer Immortal Sect's immortals are not something you and I can afford to mess with. Hu Yichen glanced at the black-clothed young man, and suddenly felt that he was too sloppy just now, so he slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and said: "The gold was given by this young man, and it is this young man who has the final say." The storyteller pointed to the black-clad boy sitting beside him. Everyone's eyes once again turned to the young man, only to see that the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, and he only cared about drinking tea and did not speak.

"Hey, talk, everyone is waiting!" the stout man shouted at the black-clad boy.

The black-clothed young man still didn't say anything while holding the teacup, as if he hadn't heard the stout man's words.

This stout man was completely annoyed, just to see this kid smash people with money, at first glance he was a casual rich young master, and seeing him so arrogant and rude, it was really difficult to say if he didn't give him some color. The stout man came to the young man's side with a tiger step, and stretched out his fingers as thick as old bamboo to grab the young man's clothes. Everyone watched the excitement and shouted. The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper are worried. Unexpectedly, at the moment when the man's fingers touched the young man, his whole body was like an electric shock, and he popped straight out of the inn.

The inn was suddenly quiet, and no one had ever seen such an evil sect's martial arts. It's a little unpleasant for a while. Originally, I thought there would be a lively view, but this excitement was only for a moment. The man's face outside the door was like black charcoal, and his hair was rising. He twitched on the ground for a moment, then subsided a little. Then he got up, and when he saw that the boy was still sitting in the shop, he ran away with a scream as if he had seen a ghost. It caused everyone to laugh again.

When the crowd dispersed, Hu Yichen came to the young man in black. He first saluted and asked with a smile, "Little brother, can I sit down?"

The young man in black stood up and returned the salute, stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, just sit, you don't have to be formal." ”

Hu Yichen put the signboard on the table, sat down and said with a smile: "I think the little brother is very familiar, I don't know the name!"

The black-clothed young man took a sip of tea, looked into the eyes of Mr. Storyteller, and said indifferently: "In Xia Lin Tianwen, we had a relationship in Tianshui City seven years ago, and we lost our head in our hands and hit Mr. by mistake, Mr. Wang, don't blame." ”

Time flies, time flies, and it has been seven years in a blink of an eye.

In the past seven years, Lin Tianwen has cultivated diligently. He was a man who could not stand his temperament, sometimes he sat for a day, which was simply torment for him, and sometimes he even felt that his whole body was dry, and his heart was itchy, and an urge to jump up and let out a long howl always stimulated his mind. But whenever he couldn't hold on, he would always think of Wen Qing suddenly. He often continued to insist with tears of grievance and discomfort in his eyes, he knew that everything he was doing now was worth it, and he also knew that if he wanted to find Wen Qing, he had to go through these pains.

So he's suffered a lot over the years, but his progress is obvious. Because of his serious study, Lin Zhan naturally taught him. Lin Tian asked the three initiates during the day, and closed his eyes to the sky at night. In this way, he made rapid progress, and even Lin Zhan was faintly worried, after all, he had never seen a precedent for such a rapid cultivation.

In the third year after Wen Qing disappeared and Zhong Lixuan left, Zhang Chunyang passed the trial of "Five Spirits Tianzun", and got the "Xuantie Giant Sword" in the Sword Pavilion and took the lead in going down the mountain to find Wen Qing. Only Lin Zhan's family of three was left on the lonely peak. Lin Tianwen was even more anxious in his heart, if he didn't hurry up, then he would never want to find his senior sister for the rest of his life.

On that day, the sky was clear. Lin Tianwen came to the top of Gufeng Peak alone, according to Lin Zhan's words, there is indeed a high platform here, the table is three zhang wide, and the platform is overgrown with weeds, but he can still see the solemnity of the past. There was a golden hilt in the middle of the table, and the entire blade was submerged into the table. Lin Tianwen breathed a sigh of relief, slowly walked to the hilt of the sword, stretched out his slender fingers and held the hilt tightly.

At this time, a huge force surged out from the hilt of the sword, Lin Tianwen was taken aback, and hurriedly used his sword qi to resist.

When the time was ripe, Lin Tianwen used the "Giant Peak Hand" to return all the sword qi in his body, and the green tendons on his hand immediately burst out, and a rich black sword qi appeared on his skin. Then, he stomped his legs, and pulled out the golden sword inch by inch with both hands. Countless golden rays of light burst out from the junction of the golden sword and the table, and for a while, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the day was like night.

Lin Tianwen finally pulled out the golden sword with great effort, and at this time, a flash of lightning in the sky was in the middle of the stone statue of the "Five Spirits Heavenly Venerable" sitting not far away. The stone statue looked like a unicorn, and after being struck by lightning, its eyes seemed to come alive, emitting a brilliant golden light.

Lin Tianwen held the golden sword in his hand, only to feel that the texture of this sword was heavy, and he could clearly feel the infinite power coming from the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He took his sword and gave a fist to the stone statue, and said, "Tianzun is above, and disciple Lin Tianwen has come to test. Then he pointed the tip of his sword diagonally to the ground, ready for battle.