The calm man's voice fell, and there was only silence in the teahouse.

Not all the guests in the teahouse are from the rivers and lakes, but the name of Cihang Jingzhai is ordinary people, and they have all heard of it, but Ling Chusi in the private room upstairs was confused, and his expression was even more confused.

Coincidentally, because the man with a calm and elegant voice just now, the storytellers in the teahouse fell silent, Ling Chusi's eyes rolled, and he took out a small piece of broken silver from his backpack, and the internal force in his hand urged, and when he threw the piece of broken silver, the speed was slow like a fluttering cloud, and in the eyes of everyone, it fell steadily on the table in front of the storyteller.

Ling Chusi deliberately lowered her voice, so that others could not hear that it was a six or seven-year-old girl with a childish voice, whose words were tactful and elegant, like a bubbling spring.

"I haven't been out of the school for a long time, but I don't know that there have been so many extraordinary people in the rivers and lakes over the years......" Ling Chusi suppressed his voice and laughed softly, the slight emotion at the end of the sentence was even more like a sigh, after a short pause, Ling Chusi's voice became a little lighter again, lowered his voice and continued to laugh: "That storyteller, you can tell me, what other interesting things about Cihang Jingzhai just now, and their master Fan Qinghui?" ”

The storyteller saw that Ling Chusi was generous, and seeing the other party's behavior when he dropped the silver two and the other party's calm tone, he also knew that it must be a master of the rivers and lakes, so he put away the silver two and cleared his throat, and continued to speak loudly: "Cihang Jingzhai has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and few heirs walk the rivers and lakes, but whenever the Central Plains is in troubled times, Cihang Jingzhai has people who go out of the mountain, trying to set things right for the world, and find and support the true son of heaven. ”

Even if the things that the storyteller is talking about now are well-known in the streets and alleys, the melodious tone of the storyteller, and the orderly and unhurried words have caused the guests in the teahouse to sit quietly and continue to listen to him.

Only the man who had just spoken disrespectfully to Cihang Jingzhai, although he was still holding a teacup in his hand, his mind was obviously not on the storyteller, but from time to time he looked upstairs at the private room where Ling Chusi's voice had just come from, as if trying to figure out who the mysterious master who had just spoken.

Ling Chusi sat in the private room, piling up those useless books aside, and now he was just drinking tea and eating snacks while listening intently to the storyteller's story about Cihang Jingzhai and Fan Qinghui.

Although since the storyteller mentioned the special position of such a sect as Cihang Jingzhai in history, Ling Chusi has already concluded that the current Sui Dynasty is definitely not the Sui Dynasty in the history books she has read, and of course, it is not the Sui Dynasty that is full of "Nine Heavens" in the secret book of the Hidden Yuan......

"Cihang Jingzhai has always been known as the two holy places of martial arts along with Jingnian Zen Buddhism over the years, and it is also the head of the white martial arts. In the past, when Emperor Wen of Sui established the Sui Dynasty, Cihang Jingzhai had two fairies, Fanqinghui and Bixiuxin, were born...... "The storyteller briefly finished telling the warm past between Fanqinghui and Song Qinghui, the owner of the Song Dynasty "Heavenly Knife", and then turned to tell the story between another fairy of Cihang Jingzhai, that is, Fan Qinghui's senior sister Bixiu who sacrificed herself to feed demons, and the "evil king" Shi Zhixuan.

Although Ling Chusi wanted to ask who the "evil king" Shi Zhixuan was, in order to maintain her image as a master outside the world, she still sat quietly in the private room and listened to the storyteller tell all kinds of rumors about the rivers and lakes......

The man who looked down on Cihang Jingzhai before was pouring tea and tasting tea, but after hearing this passage between Shi Zhixuan and Bi Xiuxin, his fingers holding the teacup were slightly stunned, and he sneered almost inaudibly.

This sneer was very light, and the person next to him didn't pay much attention to it.

At this moment, suddenly a person slowly stepped into the teahouse. The person who came was dressed as a scribe, dressed in white and with a jade crown, with elegant demeanor and smooth manners, but a pair of eyes were as bright as cold stars, but there was a little bit of indifference and loneliness.

The visitor looked at the storyteller who was still telling the story between Bi Xiuxin and Shi Zhixuan, frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Many mouths and many tongues." ”

Obviously, this man's tone was very light, but the storyteller still couldn't help but pause slightly.

It's just that, after all, the money is the biggest, Ling Chusi didn't say to stop, and after the storyteller took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, he opened his mouth and continued to speak: "But it was said that back then, the fairy Bixiu Xin floated down from the emperor's peak, looking like a fairy, Lan Xin Hui quality, and even more responsible for the heavy task of destroying the demon Dao——"

When the white-clothed scribe who originally looked indifferent and melancholy heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, a chill appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly made a move, which was obviously a killing move with one blow, and he used it, but the action was like flowing water, chic and good-looking.

The storyteller's face turned pale with horror, he was an ordinary person who was the most neat and didn't know martial arts at all, and suddenly faced this kind of killing move, he couldn't dodge it when he froze there, and even, just that sharp palm wind was enough to kill him.

As a dedicated camp party, Ling Chusi had been patrolling the mountains and waves in Nanping Mountain, Kunlun, Black Dragon Swamp, Ma Weiyi and other places, and this experience made Ling Chusi extremely sensitive to the murderous aura of others.

Just when the storyteller's face was pale and his heart was full of horror, and there were only four big words left in his mind, he saw a faint ink and green energy flashing from his body for a moment, although he was instantly shattered by someone with a strong palm wind, and the storyteller was also like a light kite and was beaten out with blood in his mouth, however, when he hit the wall heavily and then rolled to the ground, he was shocked to find that in addition to the sweet spit of blood in his throat just now, he didn't even break his arms and legs! After a moment's pause, the storyteller was still spitting blood, and he was already getting up with his hands and feet and a puff of smoke.

"What man!?" Seeing that the storyteller was not dead, the white-clothed scribe thought of the wonderful energy that had just flashed away, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes for a moment, and he immediately raised his head sharply and looked at the private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

"Your Excellency is so ruthless!" Ling Chusi, who was holding the ape bone flute, stood in the private room on the second floor and smiled lightly, "The story told to me by the storyteller is not finished, and Your Excellency is going to kill someone when he enters the door, what is the reason?" ”

After noticing that something was wrong just now, he felt that with the storyteller's weak and crispy body that had never practiced martial arts at all, even if he pasted him with a face of "spring mud to protect flowers", it was estimated that he would not be able to save the other party's life.

The white-clothed scribe sneered and didn't answer, but a lot of emotion flashed in his eyes, obviously still weighing the depth of this unknown master upstairs who could block his own move with his strength.

There is no doubt that the storyteller is just an ordinary person who does not know martial arts. It stands to reason that it is possible for such an ordinary person to become cannon fodder, but it is really unlikely that a master of the rivers and lakes will come to the door to take his life.

Ling Chusi was also pondering why the white-clothed scribe was about to kill when he showed up, thinking about it, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a chuckle: "Could it be that Your Excellency also has an old relationship with which fairy in Cihang Jingzhai, so you can't see others say that they are right or wrong?" ”

After a pause, Ling Chusi added lightly: "That storyteller is obviously very impressed by Cihang Jingzhai, Your Excellency's qi is slightly smaller, and your temperament is also a little bigger......

After Ling Chusi began to guess that he had an old relationship with Cihang Jingzhai, the eyes of the white-clothed scribe suddenly darkened, and with a cold snort, he suddenly rose lightly, and the palm wind carried the weight of ten thousand jun like thunder and lightning and quickly attacked towards the private room where Ling Chusi was.

At this moment, the man who had a calm demeanor and an elegant tone, but was quite unapologetic to Cihang Jingzhai, also suddenly made a move, his wrist moved slightly, and he had already drawn out a sharp short sword with a black body and a streamer, and shouted: "Shi Zhixuan! The figure flew and flashed like a ghost, and the blade of the sword was cold, stabbing at the back of the white-clothed scribe's heart like a force breaking through the sky.

Ling Chusi was shocked when he heard this, and said in astonishment: "He is Shi Zhixuan who was mixed with Bi Xiuxin in the story!?" It's really annoyed and angry to kill your mouth! ”

Shi Zhixuan was suddenly angry, but compared to cleaning up a mysterious person like Ling Chusi who was too weak and couldn't figure out the details, for him, it was more important to kill the heir of the Mending Heaven Pavilion who had escaped by him last time!

Just when the jet-black short sword was about to stab the white-clothed scribe, the white-clothed scribe's steps changed, and his body was like a shadow, strangely floating out of the reach of the sword, and when he turned around, he raised one hand, and avoided the sword blade with a momentum of four or two thousand catties, and lifted the weight lightly towards the side of the jet-black short sword, and with the power of one finger, the blade of the short sword turned around and attacked the person holding the sword.

As soon as Ling Chusi saw it, he knew that the young man behind him was going to be bad, his wrist moved slightly, the ape bone flute between his fingers was lightly raised, and a move overflowed in the middle, and the energy of the "Spring Mud Flower Protection" scattered outside had already pasted on the young man who was holding a jet-black short sword and had just broken the identity of the "evil king" Shi Zhixuan.

The soft aura faintly flashed with a flash of emerald green, blending into the body of the young man who was facing Shi Zhixuan, full of vitality.

In the next moment, several layers of the "Spring Mud Flower Protection" dissipated, and the young man hurriedly dodged the sword killing move that he had just made that was reversed by Shi Zhixuan by borrowing his strength, and a trace of red blood had already soaked out of the corner of his mouth.

Ling Chusi wrung his eyebrows deeply, and after brushing him with a "needle grip" that was better than nothing, he jumped down from the private room on the second floor, reflexively made a move at Shi Zhixuan's "Taiyin Finger", turned his head and said to the young man: "Go!" ”

The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said quickly, "Let's join forces to kill him......"

Ling Chusi was still dodging Shi Zhixuan's attack, and in a hurry, he hit the other party with a move "Furong and Ti", and took advantage of the moment when Shi Zhixuan's body was stagnant, turned around and said angrily at the young man: "Can't do it!" Labor and management just cut the flower from the flower heart method into milk flowers, and they haven't changed the flower equipment, they can't beat it, and the milk can't be milked, it's a ghost! ”