The Han Dynasty has flourished for thousands of years, and the imperial city of Luo'an is even more magnificent.

The southwest corner of the city is the area where the people of Pingtou live. There is a great smell of life here, and the merchants who walk the streets and alleys chant and shout into skewers, which attracts the children with candy men to babble and learn. The storyteller in the teahouse slapped the startling wood, and the audience put down the tea bowls in their hands, clapped their hands and applauded. The two tables of guests laughed loudly when they saw this, and they actually moved their hands to merge the two tables together, and thanked the little guy, so that the two groups of people became familiar with each other and became a group of people. The people of Luo'an love to laugh, all because they are stepping on the most prosperous territory of the Han Dynasty, which is the capital of the Han Dynasty, and they can't hide the pride in their hearts.

At the foot of the bustling street market, there is a Jia Ji bean flower shop. This is an old shop that has been open for more than ten years, and the owner of the shop is surnamed Jia, because he is mellow, everyone calls him Jia Laoshi. Jia Laoshi's bean curd can be regarded as a must, the beans selected are full, orange and yellow, plus he worked tirelessly to push the grinding plate over and over again, knowing that the beans were ground into a delicate and slippery bean curd, so he was willing to sell it to everyone. Over time, the neighbors are accustomed to coming to a bowl of bean curd ground by Lao Jia early in the morning, and they have eaten it for more than ten years but they never get tired of it.

On this day, as soon as the shop opened, a few regular customers came. They picked up a few stacks of refreshing side dishes from the low table on the side, and then sat down one after another and said to Jia honestly: "It's the same." This Jia Laoshi also chuckled and nodded to a few people, shouted a good word proudly, turned around and picked up the wooden spoon, and put out a few bowls of bean curd.

"I said to everyone, we have been eating this bite in our hometown for more than ten years, and we have never lacked it every day. We are now full of children and grandchildren, but Lao Jia is still alone, what's the matter, how many brothers carry forward their spirit and find a mother-in-law for Lao Jia? ”

"Lao Jia's hair is gray, even if he is given a mother-in-law, can he still have a cub?"

"Don't underestimate Lao Jia, this guy is alone in the shop, grinding tofu every day, I'm afraid this body doesn't have to be bad for the young man."

"Oh? In that case, maybe Lao Jia has a beautiful girl hidden in this house. ”

Several of the regulars looked at each other, then turned to look at the short old man, whose hair had turned gray, and laughed. Hearing the ridicule of several old customers, Jia Laoshi turned his back to them and held the bean curd, smiled without looking back, and shook his head gently.

At this moment, an unfamiliar face walked into the shop, only to see that this person was tall and thin, with a straight back, a full head of silver hair combed neatly, and a superior luxury between his gestures. The man went straight to the shop, found an empty table and sat down, raised his right hand, and put a yellow object on the table. He smiled lightly at the ridiculed customers, and then opened his mouth to hear a shrill voice coming out: "Yo, listening to a few of you, it seems that the old shopkeeper of this shop is getting stronger." ”

Several regular customers were already a little shocked when they saw the extraordinary appearance of this person who spoke, and when they heard this sharp voice, their faces became even more strange. Several people bowed their hands to the old man, and then they were silent.

When Jia Laoshi heard this shrill voice, his heart suddenly chuckled, and his hand holding the bean curd suddenly paused. He caught his breath for a moment, then resumed his movements. It's just that he still didn't look back, but asked out loud with a steady mood: "This guest officer seems to be the first time to come to my small shop, the little old man's shop is small, only a bowl of bean curd, and I don't know if it suits the appetite of the distinguished guests." ”

The white-haired old man chuckled lightly and said loudly: "It's good to have bean curd, but the old man is tricky and only eats the beans that were born sixteen years ago, I wonder if the shopkeeper can satisfy the old man's rare appetite for tongues?" ”

At this moment, Jia Laoshi had already filled the bean curd, his hands were dexterous, and he was holding four bowls of bean curd steadily, he finally turned his head, looked at the old man's sharp gaze, chuckled, and said: "The distinguished guest said that the sixteen-year-old beans are good, no matter how good they are, they are all ground into bean curd and into the stomachs of everyone." Even if you really feel the sweetness, sixteen years is enough to forget it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved lightly and offered the bean curd of the four regulars. The white-haired old man didn't say anything when he heard the sound, but just picked up the half-cut ring ruler on the table and looked at it carefully.

Jia Laoshi turned around, looked at the white-haired old man again, and said meaningfully: "There is no bean shop sixteen years ago, but the bean shop born next year has some stock, I wonder if you are interested in tasting one or two?" ”

The white-haired old man smiled lightly and said with interest: "That's it, very good." ”

Jia Laoshi turned around and put a bowl of bean curd on the white-haired old man's table, and then never looked at the old man again. The four regular customers were confused when they heard it, and they all seemed to be falling into a fog. The beans of sixteen years ago and the beans of next year are all vain. Although they couldn't figure it out, they faintly felt a hint of weirdness, and guessed that the white-haired old man and Jia Laoshi were very human. They are all authentic old Luo'an people, and they have recalled the bloody storm sixteen years ago. For a while, the regular customers of Jia Ji Douhua Shop glanced at the two of them in surprise, then looked at each other, lowered their heads in unison, and hurriedly delivered the bean curd to their mouths, not caring about taste. It wasn't until I got out of the shop and wiped the sweat off my head that I felt regret in my heart.

I have been used to eating a bowl of bean curd in the early morning for more than ten years, but I am afraid that I will never be able to eat it again after today. It's even more regrettable that when I recall the last bowl of bean curd in my life, I can't remember the taste and texture, only a panicked gobble.

There was an endless stream of guests in the shop, and Jia Laoshi entertained the guests as usual, and he couldn't see anything abnormal.

The white-haired old man sat firmly at the table and slowly put the bean curd into his mouth. It seems that there is dragon liver and phoenix marrow in front of you, and you can savor every bite.

It wasn't until the sun was high that the last customer was sent off in the shop, and the bowl of bean curd on the old man's table had just bottomed out. Jia Laoshi stood behind the old man with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "You shouldn't have appeared, the forest thief said that you are dead, and that person can't protect you." ”

The old man took out a towel from his cuff and wiped the corners of his mouth in an orderly manner, before he replied, "The little one is being targeted, and he has to make a plan." ”

Jia Laoshi frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This time is different from the past, there are other voices in the hive, and we are not ready yet." ”

The white-haired old man smiled lightly and did not speak, but gently picked up the dark yellow object on the table again. Jia Laoshi noticed this object at this time, and when he looked at it, he saw that his pupils were dilated a little more, and he exclaimed: "Why is the ring ruler broken?" ”

The white-haired old man closed his eyes slightly, and a black mist suddenly flashed on his body, and muttered: "The little guy is quite a bit like the one when he was young, and he is a little more calm than that one." Even if he fights hard, I want to leave him with a foundation for his rise. ”

Jia Laoshi froze when he heard this, and then asked in a deep voice: "You went to the north?" ”

The white-haired old man's eyes were still closed, and he replied softly, "Not only that. The north can only keep him safe for a while, which is far from enough for him. ”

Jia Laoshi's expression became even heavier, and then he asked aloud, "Where is he now?" ”

The white-haired old man still closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and continued to speak: "Guyan Mountain." ”

"What!" A trace of anxiety flashed on Jia Laoshi's face, and he said excitedly: "If you leave him alone in Guyan Mountain, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to come out again?" ”

The white-haired old man suddenly woke up like a sleeping lion, his eyes opened suddenly, flashing with a monstrous light, and said in a deep voice: "Wealth and danger are sought, and his identity does not allow him to be willing to be ordinary. If he can't even take this step, let alone the storm he will face in the future. The old man smiled lightly and said confidently: "I believe that he will definitely be able to come out." ”

Jia Laoshi looked at the white-haired old man with a confident face in disbelief, and hesitated for a long time before he said, "What do you want me to do?" ”

The white-haired old man looked at him with a certain gaze, and said three words softly to Jia Laoshi: "Go to the south." ”

Just after noon, a muffled sound suddenly came from Jia Ji Douhua's shop, which immediately attracted the neighbors to gather in front of the shop. The four previous regulars glanced at each other and plucked up the courage to push open the door. The old men gathered around, only to see the huge stone grinding plate in the shop shattered into pieces, only to see piles of broken stones, but they could no longer find the slightest shadow of Jia Laoshi.

In the Guyan Mountains, most of the white clouds have dissipated. The sunlight shines through the shadows of the tall trees, reflecting the shadows of the leaves on the ground.

I saw a big black dog lying in the forest with its ears drooping, his eyes aimed at Li Anmin on the side of the boulder, opening his bloody mouth from time to time, swallowing up the remaining white clouds around him, and then lying on the ground again, looking lazy.

Hongying, Jiang Tong, and Yuan Liu had all woken up at this moment, and they found Li Anmin, who was pale and fainted beside the boulder. Hongying's face was anxious to serve aside, and Yuan Liuye was also standing aside, with a worried face. Jiang Tong sat cross-legged on the ground, his body faintly shining with a turquoise light, and at this moment he was trying to visualize Guyan Lingshan.

At this moment, although Li Anmin fell into a coma, his consciousness was extremely clear. I saw a picture in his mind, which was the battlefield he had seen before, and the picture was fixed at the moment when ten people from the two armies were about to rush to kill. The young man felt more and more that the long sword in the hand of the middleman on the side of the human race was quite mysterious, and he seemed to feel a breath of old age that returned to the basics, as if it was destroying all things, and it seemed to nourish the common people. Li Anmin couldn't help but recall the swordsmanship he had practiced, and the netherworld qi rose up, melting into the sword body's picks and stabs, slashing and slashing, and for a while, there was a trace of killing intent that broke everything, which caused the resonance of the ancient long sword.

finally found some doorways, Li Anmin was happy in his heart. Under Hongying's anxious gaze, the young man finally woke up and opened his eyes.