If a storyteller wants to earn enough to eat and drink, he must learn to keep buttons. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info saves one button after another, which makes people itch unbearably, and if you don't spend money to listen to his books, you won't be able to eat and sleep. If there is that kind gentleman who uncovers all the mysteries of the story at once, in addition to not being able to make money, he will also be infamous by many people. This storyteller is not as good as a person.

Qiao Shi is naturally a storyteller, with two thin mouths and one sharp mouth, and a few words can make people willingly pay a lot of gold and silver. This is the meal that Master Zu gave him, and it is also his own ability, and now that he has changed places, there are still a bunch of people to support him, Qiao Shi's heart is very excited.

After finishing the final poem, Qiao Shi spoke softly. In this world, just by opening his mouth to make you hear clearly. This is ability, and it is also years of hard labor.

"In other words, the general trend of the world, a long time must be together, and a long time must be divided. What we want to talk about today is not the personal relationship between children and daughters, nor the demon fighting method, but only about the affairs of the rivers and lakes and the court. Now that I can't mention some of these words, I'll replace them here with a few people. ”

After that, Qiao Shi slapped the board again. Before he could open his mouth for the next sentence, more than a dozen people came in with a roar outside the door. A group of people dressed like Lian Jiazi at first glance, each standing at the door with a long sword.

"My mom."

Qiao Shi secretly screamed in his heart, why is he so unlucky, it seems that something will happen again today. Sure enough, sure enough, Master Zu didn't want to give himself this bowl of rice to eat.

Standing there, Qiao Shi's legs trembled vigorously. This Li Lao dared to do things in front, how could Qiao Shi not be afraid.

But the group of people who came in this time didn't come to look for Qiao, and one of them looked around and squeezed into the corner of the crowd.

Qiao Shi immediately came back to his senses, this time I am afraid that this matter has nothing to do with him. A storyteller must be able to suppress his own field, Qiao Shi quickly slapped the board to draw everyone's thoughts back, and continued to talk about his book.

The man over there walked and finally squeezed into a corner in the crowd.

Duan He sat in the corner of the wall, his eyes closed, and his sword tightly clutched in one hand.

"Duan Daxia?" The man spoke.

Duan He was closing his eyes and recuperating, and he was secretly amused when he heard this tone. I didn't expect myself to be so depressed now, but someone came to call me a hero.

Taking a slight breath, Duan He ignored him.

"If it's Duan Daxia, I hope to respond to the juniors. The junior is a disciple of the Guoyang Sect, and our sect leader sent me to find you. ”

Duan He slowly opened his eyes.

"What you're looking for is Duan Daxia, I don't know who Duan Daxia is?" Duan He adjusted his sitting posture.

"The younger generation is abrupt, isn't it Duan He Duan Daxia?"

"Yes." Duan He didn't want to hide it.

"That's good, I hope the hero will come with me, and our sect leader will ask you to go and catch up."

Duan He nodded, the word "nostalgia" is used well, and he is afraid that he will not be able to go.

The leader of the Guoyang Sect sent someone to look for him, and Duan He didn't know what was going to happen. Although Wang Duan had a relationship with himself, he had some connections with his father. But this time it's a big deal. Disaster has arrived, and you can't hide from it.

Duan He stood up and followed him out. The people standing at the door outside saluted and stood respectfully behind Duan He.

The atmosphere in the room eased a lot, Qiao Shi said with a sweat on his head, and said that at this time, the mood was relieved a lot. At the moment, he worked harder and hooked back those few people who were hooked away by Duan He.

It was nice outside, and a breeze was pleasant. Duan He was surrounded by a bunch of people, or rather, a bunch of people walked forward around Duan He.

"Your sect leader came to invite me, didn't you prepare a carriage?" Duan He said jokingly.

The man replied very solemnly, "Our sect leader said that Duan Daxia has made a light achievement, and if he uses a carriage to pick him up, I am afraid it will be disrespectful." ”

"Oh?" Duan He smiled secretly, this old story is getting more and more interesting.

The crowd walked for a long time, from the crowded market to the sparsely populated place. Most of these big factions are alive next to the mountain, and first, they don't have anything to do with the common people and have their own names. Second, it is not under the control of the government and has its own royal law.

Walking to a mound of earth, Duan He looked at it, and there were three big characters hanging on it - Qingming Hall.

It is naturally a bit indecent to describe it as a mound, but compared to the towering mountains of Kunlun, this can only be regarded as a small mound. Duan He looked at the name and couldn't help asking, "Why are we not from the Guoyang Sect, but from a hall?" ”

"Duan Daxia doesn't have to wonder, this Qingming Hall is under our sect master. Our sect leader didn't want others to come this time, so he chose this place. ”

"Oh." Duan He replied softly and went up the mountain with a group of people.

On the mountain, the gate of a Qingming Hall stood in the middle, and there was nothing else on either side. This congregation looks like a big house built on a hill. I'm afraid that only when I discuss things on weekdays will gather here, so I am so pure.

Walking into Qingming Hall, a huge lobby, lined with two rows of chairs, a high seat in the middle, and three big characters behind it: Guoyang Sect

"Duan Daxia, please wait a moment, our sect leader will be here later."

Duan He nodded, that Wang Duan was a generation higher than himself, and he couldn't say anything about it.

Everyone retreated, leaving only Duan He himself and the two maids who came out from behind the screen in a huge lobby.

The two maids waited for Duan He to sit on the first chair and poured tea and water for Duan He. Both of them are the color of flowers and moons, and their smiles and smiles are fascinating.

Duan He didn't dare to be careless at all, these two maids had some articles. Duan He took a closer look, these two girls both had some kung fu foundations. The sound of footsteps walking back and forth is small and even, which is definitely the foundation of practicing light skills. Ordinary girls are trained to walk by their families, and they will never be able to walk out of this feeling.

After waiting for a while, there was a sudden sound of "respectfully pleasing the master" outside. Needless to say, Wang Duan is here.

Duan He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up to greet Wang Duan's arrival.

Walked a few steps to the door of the lobby, not far from the door, Duan He stood up and set up the Jianghu ceremony. Wang Duan, along with his father, is also the leader of this Guoyang Sect, and treats him as respectful as his own father.

There was no one who rushed forward as expected, only one person stepped forward, his face full of displeasure.

"Meet Sect Master." Duan He hurriedly bowed.

The person who came in was naturally Wang Duan, obviously suppressing his anger, but he still couldn't hold back three points on his face. Duan He bowed, and his qi had gathered in his chest. If Wang Duan suddenly gave himself a palm, he would have a response.