At the foot of Xianyin Mountain, Xing Zhen and others found a tea shop to rest and enjoy the coolness. Because Xianyin Mountain traverses the center of Cailuan country, it seriously blocks the smooth flow of the north and south ends.

Most of the imperial court troops were stationed at the border passes to defend against the invasion of the border mainland dynasty. He had no intention of caring about the yin things of Xianyin Mountain, and he couldn't watch this mountain divide Cailuan Country into two.

No one could afford to hire people, and the court took another shortcut. A large number of purchases of Xianyin Mountain's Yin Things, the price given is quite high, and some powerful people will gain something from entering and leaving this mountain.

Therefore, in recent days, more and more people have entered Xianyin Mountain, including divine cultivators and martial artists. In short, there are all kinds of cows, ghosts, gods and snakes, and the strength and weakness are uneven.

The strong are confident that they can capture a sufficient amount of femininity in exchange for a large amount of money. Whether it is a divine cultivator or a martial artist, the help of money is essential. Even those who claim to be strong must bow their heads to the yellow and white.

People have road rats and rats, and those who are not strong naturally have other ways. Or fishing in troubled waters, or tailgating to pick up leaks. If you can't eat meat, you can pick up some soup and water, and you will earn some silver taels more or less.

Walking coldly dealing with feminine ghosts, most women don't like to do so. Most of the people who came to Xianyin Mountain were men.

If there is population movement, there will be business at the door, and the herbal tea shop is extremely popular. The boss is very good at doing business, and hires an old man and a young man to tell stories in the shop.

The guest officers listened to the book and became engrossed, and after a long time, they would order a pot of herbal tea. And the salary given to the old and the young is nothing more than three meals a day.

The source of income for the old and young is mostly the tips of the guest officers. It is wonderful and vivid, and there are naturally many rewards. The story is mediocre, and if you don't give a reward, you can only blame yourself for your poor ability.

The storyteller is a dying old man, and a bowl of bad wine from the shopkeeper is placed on the table in front of him. Next to a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, holding a pipa accompaniment.

The old man took a sip of the bad wine in the white bowl, and the girl would grasp the strings and her fingers fluctuate. The melodious and euphemistic pipa sound gradually rises, and the sound is long and tactful.

The pipa is an ordinary white wood pipa, not the red sandalwood or higher grade gold wire wood used in large households. The sound is not as good as those high-end pipa transmission two or three miles. However, in this small teahouse, a white wooden pipa is sufficient.

The old man slowly came to the opening sentence: "Today I will tell you the story of the Sword God asking the question, this person's long hair is flowing like a fairy in the dust, quiet as a virgin gentle and elegant." But when you ask about the enemy, you can only ......"

The old man was very good at losing his appetite, and said that he paused deliberately, and the anxious crowd of spectators waited quietly for the next step.

The old man looked around slightly, seeing that he had achieved a satisfactory effect. Suddenly, he spoke loudly with confidence: "Only one sword can behead the enemy thousands of miles away." ”

The old man stopped again, waiting for the spectators to react. As a result, this time the visitors quit, and what the book says, one sentence is split into two parts. And there is no story at all, it's all bragging.

The old man was not in a hurry, and said with a slight smile: "As we all know, the Trapped Dragon Abyss cuts off the Trapped Dragon Continent where the human race is located and the Reckless Continent where the demon race is located. Ten thousand years of continuous warfare, has already killed the real fire and never stopped. ”

"Twenty years ago, the demon clan sent ten masters to come to the battle, saying that if the Trapped Dragon Continent was defeated, the water and land clans would immediately attack the Trapped Dragon Continent in an all-round way. If the Trapped Dragon Continent wins, it can delay the all-out attack for thirty years. ”

"The two continents have been fighting fiercely for thousands of years, and they know how many high-end combat forces they have. I am not afraid of the Dragon Continent, so I will meet this battle. “

"The power of the four major sects of the Trapped Dragon Continent and the four major gates of the Demon Clan, only the Sword Sect won one game. However, even if Qi Xuanzhen defeated the ancestor of the Netherworld Eagle Clan, the price he paid was not small. At least for ten days, there is no power to fight again. “

"After the four wars, the top figures of the two continents are almost no longer in combat power. The rest is the following afterlife decisive battle that is only in the Ascension Realm old monsters. ”

"In the fifth battle, the demon clan sent a young man who had never shown his face in the trapped dragon abyss. He is the descendant of the Netherworld Eagle Clan, this person is a sword god, and he controls two flying swords, black and white. ”

"The Nether Sculpture is extremely arrogant, and as soon as it appears, the two of them will fight together on the Dragon Continent. Winning the life-and-death fight is the goal, where will you take care of face. Why don't you do two people in the Trapped Dragon Continent and one person, and guess what?"

As soon as the words fell, the girl's lute tone turned low. The solemn killing intent was pervasive, and the cold air was in the rhythm.

The old man glanced at the girl with great satisfaction, and took a sip of the bad wine in the white bowl. He moistened his throat and said in a low voice: "The black and white swords came out at the same time, and the heads of the two fighters in the Trapped Dragon Continent instantly separated from their bodies. ”

The victorious Nether Eagle became more and more rampant, and then he was not ashamed to fight three battles. Contempt for me trapped in the Dragon Continent is uninspired, which can be described as extremely arrogant. “

"Three people fight, even if the flying sword kills two people, the remaining one person is enough to kill the defenseless Nether Eagle with one blow. ”

However, unexpectedly, after the black and white flying sword was sacrificed, the Nether Eagle itself was like a flying sword. Even faster than the black and white flying sword, it took the first step to cut off a head of my trapped dragon continent. ”

"Killing five people with the power of one person, the defeat of the Trapped Dragon Continent is decided, and no one can fight this person. There is only one person left in the Trapped Dragon Continent, and he doesn't plan to let him fight. It is better to retain your strength and prepare for an all-out war on the Savage Continent. ”

At this moment, he asked not on the battle list. Flying to the trapped dragon abyss on his own, regardless of everyone's opposition, he insisted on continuing to fight against the Savage Continent. ”

"Ask is a newcomer, no one knows him. The Sleepy Dragon Continent didn't look at him well at all, and since he couldn't persuade him to come back, he couldn't see what kind of background he had to ask. Fortunately, it was decided to sacrifice this lord who was not afraid of death, and to delay some time to prepare for the imminent all-out war. ”

"Guess what?"

The old man stopped again, and began to sell guanzi, tasting wine slowly. The listeners below stretched their necks and waited, since there are so many foreshadowing in front, there must be a good show in the back.

The old man was very calm this time, and after taking a sip of bad wine, he actually began to close his eyes and recuperate. The spectators couldn't hold back, and all kinds of urgings continued. Then the mouth was dry, and many tables ordered an extra pot of tea.

Among the spectators, there were Xing Zhen and others. Xing Zhen had heard about the Barbarian Continent a long time ago, and he was quite fascinated by it at this time. After the sudden interruption, it was like half of the urine came out, and the remaining half was forced back.

Xingzhen Pu Gongling was anxiously waiting, and Lan Shanshan, who was passing, knew how to do this. whispered: "Mr. Storyteller is waiting for the guest officials to buy tea and increase the income of the shop." ”

It dawned on him that this was the case. At this time, the puppy cast a disdainful look, which means that the guy who regards money as his life must be reluctant to buy a second pot of tea.

Unexpectedly, Xing Zhen unambiguously ordered another pot.

The old man looked around and counted about half of the tables that had been refilled with tea. Instead, he gave the girl a look.

The gentle and sad rhythm suddenly changed, and the rhythm accelerated to make people's blood boil. The rhythm is impassioned, like ten thousand war horses galloping.

In the sound, you can hear the clash of Jin Ge's iron horses, and the clanging of weapons colliding. The listeners in the shop, the men who are almost clear. With the rhythm of the sound, the heart beats faster, and the blood resonance gushes out.

The whole shop was silent, and the needles could be heard. All of them waited quietly, for fear of missing a single thing. Even the shopkeeper, who had heard this story several times, put down the white bowl in his hand and waited curiously.

The old man straightened his voice and continued: "Asked, ascend to the sky above the trapped dragon abyss, and point to the barbarian continent opposite. The high spirits are like a king pointing out the country, bursting with momentum for me, as if he wants to trample the wild continent under his feet. ”

Asked the majestic voice that sounded all over the world, and said loudly: "The remaining six are on it together." ”

The sound of "Si" gasping for cold air sounded neatly in the shop. All the spectators made an appointment, and they all brushed as if they were sent out by one person.

The old man was very satisfied, but he didn't sell it at such a critical juncture. continued: "As soon as the bold words came out, the Trapped Dragon Continent scolded and asked if they were crazy and stupid. The Savage Continent thought it was an idiot to ask the question, and almost burst into tears of laughter. ”

Asking the expressionless, he suddenly sacrificed a snow-white and shiny flying sword, and without warning, appeared at the throat of the newly defeated Netherworld Eagle Ancestor.

Asked a calm threat: "If it wasn't for the six of them coming out together, I would have killed the Nether Eagle Ancestor first." ”

Even the young descendants of the Netherworld Sculpture who killed the five people in the Trapped Dragon Continent were worried that something would happen to their ancestors. And this person's previous record is wonderful enough, and he doesn't care that there are some flaws in the last battle. So they agreed to the request of the question, and the six of them went out together.

The Savage Continent saw that the Trapped Dragon Continent was deploying troops to prepare for a full-scale war. The decision was made quickly, and he didn't want to give the Trapped Dragon Continent more preparations.

"There are no superfluous words, and the war is about to break out with a pair of six. ”

Asked, standing in the void and not moving, he muttered to himself in an inaudible voice: "Kendo." ”

Although the voice was small, it was all the people present. It's either a thousand-year-old king and an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, or an old monster that can fly up without going to the upper realm. Naturally, he could hear the whisper of the questioner clearly, but no one cared, just as he was poor in donkey skills.

With a "brush", the trapped dragon continent and the barbarian continent raised a sword calculated in tens of thousands at the same time. Densely covered with swords. There are all sorts, there are long swords and short swords, flying swords and hand swords.

Someone will ask, where did so many swords come from. These swords are the swords in the hands of all the powerhouses of the two continents, and the natal flying sword in the Qi Mansion. When asked about the word "kendo", he summoned them all and used them for his own use. Among them is the black and white sword controlled by the young Nether Eagle.

This change, not to mention the six demons who fought against the Dao. Even the heads of the four major sects and the ancestors of the four major demon clans were stunned for a while.

Only one of them was calm and calm, and muttered to himself: "Sword slash." ”

At this time, the girl's pipa suddenly broke off, and everyone listened to the lecture as if they hadn't heard it. He only cares about the old man's following, and completely ignores the others.

The old man said in one go: "The flying swords that cover the sky are dense, like locusts crossing the border. Gathered into countless torrents of flying swords, accompanied by a rolling roar, killing the six great demons. ”

"The six great demons, including the young Nether Eagle, were stunned by the bones of the flying sword slashed. “

There is no pipa music, only full applause, and the applause is endless. There was no need for the old man to say much, and the silver rewarded by Bai Huahua flew straight into a blank bowl in front of the old man.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, and changed his words: "The competition is just a trick for the Savage Continent, and they treacherously and secretly launched an attack on the Trapped Dragon Continent. ”

Leaving suspense, the old man suddenly stopped telling stories. Hugging his fists and apologetically: "I'm used to the pipa accompaniment, please let my granddaughter fix the pipa first, and everyone wait for a while." ”

In this way, the shopkeeper is happy again, and one pot after another of tea is sold, and the income of nearly a month is easily obtained at a time. generously replaced the bad wine in front of the storyteller with good wine, and added a plate of sauced beef.

The girl bowed her head to mend the lute, and the old man ignored the good wine and beef. The cloudy eyes looked into the distance, remembering the past.

That was the first time he went to the trapped dragon abyss, and when he crossed the sea, he took a flat boat. The boatman was the old storyteller, there was no girl back then, only the old man.

At that time, the old man who was holding the boat was just over forty years old, and he once said with a smile: "Those who can go to the dragon abyss must be immortals, and if they have the opportunity, they hope to worship the immortals and cultivate their skills." ”

What the old man didn't know was that he was telling the story of asking in front of the future Daoist junior brother. Maybe this man will become his uncle.