"Sir, stay here," Tang Fengqing hurriedly shouted when he saw this

"Hmm, girl, is there something wrong?" the white-clothed storyteller, who was more than half a year old, suddenly stopped getting up when he heard this, looked at Tang Fengqing and asked.

"Could you please tell me the rest of the story? Tang Fengqing's beautiful eyes looked at the white-clothed storyteller with a look of expectation.

"Yes, yes, you bad old man can't be like this, what about half of the appetite every day?"

"That's it. ”

"Reasonable, I hope the old gentleman can talk about it and tell us all about the next development. A famous boy said politely.

The white-clothed storyteller looked a little embarrassed, but when he saw the warm expressions of the people around him, his eyes were full of expectation, and he had a posture of not saying anything and not letting people go.

Huh? The white-clothed man sighed lightly, the ancients knew the times as Junjie, just don't fish today, otherwise I am afraid that my old bones will not be able to withstand the toss of this big man in the rivers and lakes, and I will have to lie in bed for a few months.

As soon as he thought of this, the white-clothed storyteller suddenly sat down again and straightened his clothes.

"Since all the heroes of the rivers and lakes have spoken like this, then the old decay will be ugly again. The white-clothed storyteller said slowly.

Tang Fengqing's pretty face showed a nervous and solemn expression, attracting a lot of attention like a hibiscus out of the water.

"Emperor Shakti! I saw that Xiao Jiange, the descendant of the martial arts, shouted angrily, and flew three feet high in the air, everyone, think about what kind of skill this is, it is really the same as the supreme venerable, so that the hearts of the people present at that time trembled, and then they heard Xiao Jiange shout again, and the sound was like thunder, shocking all the people in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Do you know what kind of words Xiao Jiange, the descendant of martial arts, said?" the white-clothed storyteller tapped the sandalwood in his hand and said to the void.

"That's right, it's the dusty senior, the junior Xiao Jiange has the courage to forge the sword mountain today with three thousand swords!" said the white-clothed storyteller, his expression was rich, and the words made the surrounding martial artists dizzy and excited.

"Okay, a good sentence to borrow 3,000 swords, worthy of being a hero of my generation. ”

"Zhuang, just such a sentence, if you have the fate to meet the martial idiot descendant Xiao Jiange in the future, I will definitely get acquainted with him and have a hero who cooks wine. ”

"My generation is a model, happy rivers and lakes should be like this, spill blood and throw your head, borrow a sword to kill the devil with 3,000!"

Suddenly, the crowd shouted loudly.

"Borrow three thousand swords, what kind of courage is this, dare to ask which swordsman in the world dares to say this to the sword-casting mountain, all three thousand swords?"

"Said that at this time, it was fast, the moment Xiao Jiange, the descendant of martial arts, heard a voice suddenly come from the sky, why did you borrow the sword?"

Speaking of this, the white-clothed storyteller slapped the sandalwood in his hand to the ground, "Who is Dust Wufeng, the lord of Sword Casting Mountain, the unfathomable cave mansion cultivator is the predecessor, and he is the righteous chivalrous warrior of the Central Plains who fought against the disaster of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago, you think about it, Xiao Jiange, the descendant of martial arts, can actually attract the appreciation of Chen Wufeng's predecessors, which shows its extraordinary." ”

"But when I saw that the predecessor of the Sword Casting Mountain had a question, I heard that Xiao Jiange shouting, and slashed the demon owl! The white-clothed storyteller said slowly.

"And then?"

"Hurry up and talk about what a scene it is"

Many people present showed a look of yearning.

"I saw that the sword casting mountain suddenly rose three thousand streams of light like a torrent straight into the sky, vast..."The white-clothed storyteller narrated the situation at that time, and a shocked look appeared on his face, Xiao Jiange borrowed three thousand swords that day, and he happened to be present, and he was fortunate to see that unforgettable scene outside the inn.

The white-clothed storyteller slowly finished the whole process, and Tang Fengqing suddenly said anxiously, "Did that gentleman know where Xiao Jiange went after killing the demon?"

"Well," the white-clothed storyteller looked at Tang Fengqing with a smile.

Tang Fengqing suddenly understood, and immediately searched his body, took out a silver ingot, and handed it to the storyteller in white.

"The girl is really smart. The white-clothed storyteller, who was over half a year old, said slowly.

The old man vaguely remembered that Xiao Jiange took his friend Duan Yuran towards the Medicine King Valley, Duan Yuran stepped into the Yuan Infant and killed Emperor Shitian's body and became seriously injured, and his Xiao Jiange would definitely take him to the Medicine King Valley for treatment. The white-clothed storyteller said with a smile.

"Medicine King Valley" Tang Fengqing's expression moved, and he immediately looked anxiously at Dai Yulin who was wearing a white Taoist robe on the side.

Dai Yulin's face showed helplessness, now I am afraid that it will not be possible to accompany my apprentice to the Medicine King Valley, Dai Yulin's expression showed a little regret, he should not have come to the Barren Mountain Range, and he couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Sure enough, it should come and come, but I can't hide from the first day of junior high and I can't hide from the fifteenth, and I can't hide from the Medicine King Valley if I dodge the Sword Casting Mountain.

"That's it, as a teacher, I'll take you to the Valley of the Medicine King. Dai Yulin said slowly. 1234

"The master is so good. Tang Fengqing, who was wearing a red dress, suddenly showed excitement and nervousness, and shouted with a smile.

The two of them immediately got up and slowly left the inn, and when they left, Dai Yulin intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the white-clothed storyteller who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the year, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

But seeing that the storyteller in white continued to tell the story of the negative heart sword Baili Ling three swords killing the negative man and the white-clothed scholar Xuan Xuozi, who was the eighth on the former romantic list.

Listening to his exaggerated statement, Dai Yulin shook his head, it seemed that he had lost his eyes, and he was just an ordinary storyteller.

The storytelling is still the same, as the sun sets, all the people in the inn have dispersed, resting, hurrying.

When night fell, all the tables and wooden tables and chairs in this inn were empty, and it seemed deserted, except for a candle placed on the table, flickering with faint candlelight.

"Whew," the white-clothed storyteller slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Being able to hide your own aura under the Daiyulin Immortal Master, the hole is empty, and your cultivation has grown a little bit. An old voice came from the dark inn, and then an old man in a dark green robe slowly came out of the inn counter.

"Ha, the storytelling has been hidden for a hundred years, so if you hone your state of mind and cultivate it again, won't you bury the name of the poisonous snake. The white-clothed storyteller, who was more than half a year old, did not show the slightest fluctuation in his face when he heard this, and said lightly, then reached out and grabbed the earlobe and slowly revealed the face covering his face, and suddenly a delicate and handsome face appeared in the candlelight, and it was actually a handsome young man with peerless elegance.

"Ha, it's worthy of a poisonous snake and a candle in the sky, and your camouflage technique is really the best in the world. The old man in dark green robe suddenly laughed.

"Haha, your spirit Gu skills aren't bad. Dong Zhukong said indifferently, since the fall of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago, he has incarnated as all kinds of people to walk the rivers and lakes to find information for the comeback of the Demon Sect, among his various identities, he prefers to be a storyteller, although it is boring, it is not boring.

"It's a pity for Emperor Shakti, I didn't expect that the demon of the dignified generation would die under the fate after all. The Spirit Gu Zi sighed.

"Providence, when the Japanese military division and other major masters in the sect also sit idly by, it can be seen that they have already regarded it as an outcast. ”

"What's more, Duan Yuran was angry at the beginning of Meishan and stepped into the Yuan Baby, don't say that it was me who made two shots, even if it was the Seven Heavens of the Condensation Realm, it might not be able to stop Duan Yuran's murderous intent, originally Emperor Shi Tian Yuan Ying could have survived, but he still didn't expect Xiao Jiange to rather kill him than kill him with a general trend. ”

Dong Candle said slowly.

"However, not to mention that there were Jian Guzi and Jiang Jiuhuang present that day, if we forcibly changed our lives, we would suffer heavy losses. The spirit Gu sighed, the world is impermanent, some people look extremely powerful and difficult to kill, but they are already dead in the blink of an eye.

"Ha, the same Demon Sect Emperor Shi Tian is too arrogant, it seems to be extremely beautiful, and he threatens the entire righteous path alone to create a pit of evil, but he doesn't know that his righteous path has already killed him, and this Xiao Jiange is the right time, and the identity of this martial idiot is the sharpest blade. ”

"Otherwise, with Xiao Jiange's ability, can so many righteous path giants such as Chen Wufeng, Jiang Jiuhuang, and Jian Guzi pay for it?" Dong Zhukong smiled indifferently, with mockery in his voice, in the eyes of the world, the Demon Sect Remnant Emperor Shi Tian was famous and terrifying, but in his opinion, from the beginning to the end, Emperor Shi Tian was just dying.

"Thou hast seen it thoroughly. The Spirit Gu Zi was immediately impressed.

"Ha, the world is like a story, if you want to say it, you have to learn to read, just like life, you can only speak it if you see it through. Dong Candlekong laughed and stroked his hair.

"The characters who lured Tang Fengqing and Dai Yulin to go to the Medicine King Valley have also been completed, looking at the current situation, it is not far from the resurgence of the righteous demon war, and in the future, all the righteous path giants will also appear one by one because of Xiao Jiange. The spirit Gu Zi's face showed a look of remembrance.

"The Great War of the Righteous Demons, the Demon Sect, after a hundred years of ups and downs, are our brothers still as ambitious as they were back then?"

After a hundred years of tranquility, he has long forgotten the heroic ambition of joining the Demon Sect and his brothers to dominate the rivers and lakes and dominate the Central Plains.

Years of precipitation, performing tasks and having nothing to do to probe the intelligence on the rivers and lakes, and when the storyteller tells the interesting stories of the major rivers and lakes, it has become a pastime for him to have a stable sustenance in his heart.

"Maybe not now, but there will be a day when the sect leader reappears," the spirit Gu said slowly after being silent for a while.

"Also, according to the current situation, the day when the sect leader will reappear is not far away. Dong Candlekong said in a trance.

"Ha, I'll go first, you like to tell the story of that pride and ambition, why don't you add your own touch to those many stories on the day of the sect leader's comeback?" Spirit Gu Zi smiled and looked at the candle sky, said slowly, patted him on the shoulder, his eyes showed a little emotion, the handsome young man in white in front of him was also regarded as watching himself enter the sect in the sect, and he was also the only elder who witnessed his step-by-step changes in the past hundred years.

"Alas" sighed, the figure of the spirit Gu slowly dispersed, and today I had a little insight from talking with the cave candle, and I had to go back and digest it.

As the figure of the spirit Gu Zide dispersed, the cave candle sky was still sluggish looking at the candle flame flickering in the darkness of the night.

A hundred years ago, he was the first killer of the Demon Sect Leader Xuan Mo Dye, known as the poisonous snake in the sect, his methods are vicious, and he is good at disguise, his camouflage skills are first-class in the world, killing people invisibly, making people fearful.

However, the killer is destined to be a killer, nameless and surnameless, destined to be famous only in the sect, he longs to be famous in the Central Plains, in the original hundred years ago in the battle of the righteous demons, Xuan Mo Ran promised to let him appear in front of the world in the last battle of the unification of the world, famous in the world, from the darkness, stepping into the light.

But helplessly, Xuan Mo dyed Wu Despiser Peak was defeated by a martial idiot, the Demon Sect collapsed overnight, scattered and hidden, and had to endure for another hundred years under Liu Yanran's layout, and the cave candle sky is like this, hidden for a hundred years, and he can't be exposed until he has to.

This is the case with shadows, which are revealed when the light shines and cannot be avoided.

"Do you have to make a sum of money for yourself? After a hundred years, do I really have such a chance?" Dong Zhukong sighed as if asking, but he didn't know who to ask.