"Little girl, you just said that ten years ago, the Northern and Southern Sects fought in Nanyang Town. So what does this have to do with the three heroes of the rivers and lakes you said? ”。

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

The bloody past of ten years ago has been buried in the dust of history.

And the vast majority of people here have also forgotten about that incident, forgetting those who died.

They don't know that this peaceful world today has been exchanged for the lives of countless people.

It's just that they can't be blamed for that.

After all, in the First World War that year, only the people of the twelve major sects participated in it.

Today, there are many people in their early twenties.

Therefore, ten years ago, they were just teenagers in the ignorant stage, how could they expect them to remember that tragic past.

It's just that some people forget, so naturally some people will remember those martyrs who once gave their lives to protect the rivers and lakes.

And this little girl on the stage is one of these few people.

At her current age, ten years ago she was just a little girl of four or five years old.

But few people know that she once begged in this magnificent city as a refugee.

She remembers that ten years ago, a lot of people died.

She also remembered that the reason why she was able to return to her hometown to live later was because those who died exchanged their lives for their peace.

She knew that those people were all very young people.

So when she grew up, she began to tell the stories of these people.

She wants more people to know about these tragic and heroic people.

She didn't want the sacrifices of these people to become meaningless.

And when she saw the eyes of most of the people present, there were doubts or puzzled people.

She knew she had to tell them the stories of these people.

Today's rivers and lakes are no longer the rivers and lakes of ten years ago.

But the rivers and lakes in her heart are still the same rivers and lakes back then.

That's why she thought about telling stories and letting more people know about the integrity of those people.

She put away her smile and spoke.

"Back then, the Twelve Great Sects fought against the Southern Sect. And Yue Piaoping and Chen Duyang, as the great disciples of the two major sects, also participated in that battle."

She paused, and when she saw that the eyes of the people below were shining, as if they were already attracted by the story she was telling, she continued.

"In the first battle of that year, the Huashan faction united with the fist sect and fought the Wuyi Mountain sect. And in that battle, the Huashan faction suffered heavy casualties, the old sect master Yue Yingji was killed in battle, and the sect master of the fist sect was also cut off an arm. And Yue Piaoping, at the intersection of wind and rain, supported the sect and turned the tide, so that there will be today's Huashan faction ..............................".

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"And the Snow Mountain Sect is the Great Battle Eagle Claw Gate. In the end, both heads died in battle. And Chen Duyang led the people of the sect to kill all the wicked people of the Eagle Claw Sect ....................at a time of crisis.

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"As for this Guan Haijin. In the battle of Nanyang Town, although he did not participate. But in the same year, he walked along the east coast with one man and one sword, beheading countless widows and killing countless thieves. After that, with great efforts, he broke through the three products with the method of fast swords, and founded the Lonely Mountain Sword Sect ...............".

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In fact, the reason why the people here love to listen to this little girl's story is because when the words come out of the girl's mouth, strong and real pictures will unconsciously appear in their minds. And next to their ears, there will also be a real sound of swords intersecting.

It's an immersive feeling and a rare treat.

It's just that time passes slowly in the voice of the little girl's words.

It wasn't until the little girl put away the folding fan and playfully said, 'I know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown', that everyone realized that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Several men who were still smug about hearing it saw that the story was over, and immediately spoke in unison.

"Little girl, tell us another piece of hemp."

Seeing this, the little girl turned around very simply, shook her hand, and said chicly.

"I'm done~...... I'm going back to prepare for the next story! ”。

She was right.

In fact, every time she tells a story, it takes a long time to prepare.

Because she has to study the characters in the story thoroughly.

Otherwise, how could the story she told be so fascinating.

In fact, this is also the reason why the old shopkeeper of the Fulai Inn invited her to come here to tell the story.

And this old shopkeeper is also a person who loves to listen to stories.

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It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

These people in the rivers and lakes who had just finished listening to the story ate in this hall.

After the little girl finished the story, she did not go upstairs to the house, but came to the old shopkeeper and smiled playfully.

"Grandpa, how did you talk about it today~".

After the old shopkeeper glanced at the other party with a smile, he used his fingertips to move back and forth on the abacus on the countertop, and spoke.

"Yes, yes, today's story is really fascinating."

After receiving the praise of the old shopkeeper, the little girl's face suddenly smiled, and the dimples on both sides of her mouth suddenly became more playful.

However, just as she was smiling and looking at the officials in the hall who were still talking about the three heroes of the rivers and lakes, she found that in the corner of the inn, a man in a black cloak was carrying a pot of wine, drinking it, and slowly walked out of the inn.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Then, the little girl turned her face sideways, looked at the old shopkeeper, and wondered.

"Grandpa, look at that man again!".

The old shopkeeper looked up and looked at the cloaked man.

But that's all he could see.

After a glance, he continued to keep his head down, scribbling on the paper and making calculations.

"Maybe he's just someone who likes to hear your stories."

The little girl did not seem satisfied with such an answer.

She is a storyteller.

Therefore, she can see what kind of person has a story in him.

And from the man in the cloak, she sensed the possibility of the story.

Because, this is not the first time she has seen each other.

In fact, she only tells seven stories a month, each for one hour, and the rest of the time is spent collecting materials.

She remembered that she didn't know when, as soon as she started telling the story, the man in the cloak would appear.

Sometimes, the other person will stand alone in the corner, drinking wine and listening to her story.

Sometimes, the other person will sit on the sidelines and listen to her story in silence.

But she found that the other party never showed up when she wasn't telling a story.

Even when he did, he never spoke to anyone at the table.

Gradually, a sense of mystery emerged.

A girl of her age is naturally full of curiosity.

In addition, the people who can come here to listen to her story are all from the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, she felt that the man in the cloak might also have a story she was curious about.

As soon as her thoughts arose, she had already said hello to the old shopkeeper.

She didn't want to do anything today, she just wanted to find out who this person was.

So, I saw her walk out of the inn with small steps, and followed the man in the cloak.