"Stupid Mingyuan, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get down to business." Zeng Qingyi raised his fist and said with some threat: "Just tell me about the rivers and lakes you encountered all the way north into Beili, I heard that there are no rivers and lakes in Beili at all, and several small sects that are not in the climate are all lackeys of the Beili king's tent, where did the white-clothed sword fairy come from." ”

Xu Mingyuan was secretly surprised, he didn't expect Zeng Qingyi to know about this, this trip to Beili, although he had almost walked around the grassland, the sloppy old man who had been eating and drinking for more than half a month was half of it, Xu Mingyuan really hadn't met a few people who looked like people in the rivers and lakes.

However, Xu Mingyuan will definitely not show it, with the ability to tell stories to Zeng Qingyi over the years, his face deliberately showed a little disdain, and said disdainfully: "Those are just the self-deception of some reckless people in our Central Plains, or the nonsense of Mr. Storyteller, do you take the jokes seriously?" Have they ever been to Beili? Do they dare to enter the palace of the Beili King? Master and I have traveled all over the grassland scenery and met the top masters on the grassland rivers and lakes. ”

Zeng Qingyi was not afraid of Master Zeng, and specifically bullied Xu Mingyuan, but she was a little in awe of the old Taoist Qingxuan for no reason. Sure enough, as soon as Xu Mingyuan moved out of his master, Zeng Qingyi didn't interject.

Seeing this, Xu Mingyuan took a sip of the teacup, coughed lightly twice, and officially started the thrilling trip to the rivers and lakes of Beili.

It is said to be talking, in fact, it is now thinking and compiling, under the tempering of Zeng Qingyi over the years, Xu Mingyuan is well versed in this, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an export.

This story should also pay attention to half-truths and half-truths, if there is no truth, as long as you are not stupid, then you will definitely be able to hear it as a lie immediately. Zeng Qingyi is not stupid, and she is an extremely smart woman, although she likes to practice swords since she was a child, she has read almost all the books in the library of the academy.

Xu Mingyuan talked about this trip to Beili, and the customs and folklore he saw along the way were not fake, even the master also listened with his head sideways.

However, what masters fought along the way, flying swords flying all over the sky, crossing the river with reeds and the like, all of them were Xu Mingyuan's nonsense. However, he spoke with emotion, with that vivid face, a long sigh from time to time, two exclamations, the storyteller of the average restaurant really does not have this skill.

Zeng Qingyi was startled when she heard this, sometimes clenching her fists, sometimes covering her mouth, her expression was also quite exciting, and a few times it almost made Xu Mingyuan unable to hold back her laughter.

The master smiled knowingly, although he didn't know martial arts, and he was not a person in the rivers and lakes, but with his knowledge, he would definitely be able to hear that Xu Mingyuan was making things up. However, he didn't expose Xu Mingyuan, after all, the food happiness of the two was pressed on this storytelling, and he wished that Zeng Qingyi would be satisfied.

Xu Mingyuan spoke dryly, and it took half an hour to talk about the Beili Jianghu line. Zeng Qingyi looked unsatisfied, poured a rare cup of herbal tea and handed it to Xu Mingyuan, and asked with some expectation: "You said that on the way back from Beili, you also met a white-clothed sword fairy, who is that person, can you really take people's heads with flying swords as you said?" ”

Xu Mingyuan took the herbal tea and took a sip slowly, looking like an old god was there, in fact, he was quickly thinking about how to tell the climax of this storytelling well, whether he could satisfy Zeng Qingyi, success or failure was in this section.

However, what made Xu Mingyuan embarrassed was that it was really not a simple matter to turn the old man with a scabbard on his back and who was even more sloppy than his master into a white-clothed Shengxue sword fairy who flicked his fingers and took people's heads.

Although the old man on the grassland showed him a flying sword to take the head of the sheep for a roast leg of mutton, a sheep is a sheep after all. Later, the old man taught him a flying sword, that is, the last type of hand-throwing sword he used at the gate of Tongyuan, and he still thinks that it is just a juggling trick, and he can't get on the stage.

However, every time the old man got drunk, his temperament changed suddenly, dancing with a sword and making poems, spitting out wild words, the sword was majestic, and he was chic and prodigal, which made Xu Mingyuan feel that he might really be a master.

It's just that after waking up every day, I changed people again, never washed my face, and my mouth was full of men and women. Opening his mouth is how delicate the women of Chang'an are, how bold the women on the grassland, and how amorous the women of the Western Regions are, and the image fell back to the bottom in Xu Mingyuan's heart.

He can be regarded as the most interesting person Xu Mingyuan met in this trip to Beili, and walking along the way also made Xu Mingyuan have a lot of friendship with him, and when he was separated, the old man also said that he could accept him as half an apprentice, because the old Taoist Qingxuan was next to him at that time, so he was rejected by Xu Mingyuan with righteous words.

However, later on the road, Xu Mingyuan was inexplicably whipped a few times by Qing Xuan, which made Xu Mingyuan still confused, and could only blame the master for suddenly losing his mind and going crazy.

"Stupid Mingyuan, you said it." Zeng Qingyi suddenly said loudly, interrupting Xu Mingyuan's memories, and the hand holding the porcelain cup shook and almost collapsed himself.

Xu Mingyuan's eyes rolled, he already had a plan, put the cup down, cleared his throat and said: "At the beginning, on the Beili grassland, Master and I accidentally provoked a big tribe, which attracted hundreds of cavalry to chase and kill. You also know that Lao Huang is old after all, even when he is young, he can compare to those high-headed horses on the grassland, and he was soon surrounded by those Northern Li barbarians with strong bows. ”

"Although I am strong in martial arts, Lao Huang and Master are both drags after all, and it is more difficult to escape from Ascension to Heaven with them than to ascend to Heaven. Hundreds of screaming Beili cavalry, the arrows on the strings glowed with cold light, as long as the cavalry leader gave an order, the donkey cart would definitely turn into a hedgehog. It can be said that the situation at that time was a dead end, unless the sky descended from the gods, no one could solve it. ”

"And then?" Xu Mingyuan was deliberately paused, and Zeng Qingyi immediately asked a little nervously.

"At this moment, a flash of white light suddenly came from the sky, passing through the Beili cavalry, and in just a few breaths, more than a dozen people fell off their horses and separated their heads."

Dressed in white, he fell in front of the donkey cart, and whispered: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." "Reaching out, the white light fell into his hand, and it was a white scabbard."

As if they had seen a ghost, the Beili cavalry retreated one after another, and some of the brave ones shot arrows at the carriage, but they all stopped half a foot outside the carriage in a strange way, and then fell to the ground. When the remaining Beili cavalry saw this scene, under the leadership of the cavalry leader, they turned their horses and ran, not daring to stop any longer, and this dead end was solved. Xu Mingyuan said with admiration on his face.

The master, who was originally lying down, suddenly sat up, looked at Xu Mingyuan's breathing and said a little shortly: "That" Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Later, is there still a sentence "Brush your clothes and go, hide your body and name deeply." ”？”

Xu Mingyuan's eyes widened, and he asked in some surprise, "Master, how do you know that there is such a sentence?" This is a sentence in the poem that the old man read after he was drunk, Xu Mingyuan felt that the momentum was extraordinary, and it was just right to use it here, but he didn't expect the master to know it.

Zeng Qingyi also looked at the master with a puzzled expression, and asked with some hesitation: "Could it be that grandpa, you have also seen the white-clothed sword immortal?" ”

"Then the white-clothed sword immortal can tell you your name?" The master ignored Zeng Qingyi's question, but continued to look at Xu Mingyuan and asked.

"He called himself Li XII." Xu Mingyuan nodded, looking at the master's expression, he felt that the master might really know the identity of the old man, he had asked the master at the beginning, but the master always made excuses to bring it.

"Li Twelve, Li Twelve...... At that time, it was called by Shaolingye: the pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost. The drop immortal Li Twelve, the poetry and sword immortal Li Taibai, turned out to go to Beili, no wonder there has been no news of him in the rivers and lakes over the years. The Master sighed.

"Poetry Sword Immortal Li Taibai?" Zeng Qingyi read lightly, and asked with some confusion: "Grandpa, is he famous?" ”

Xu Mingyuan also looked at the master with some doubts, and he also felt a little unfamiliar with the name Li Taibai. That Shaolingye old Du Zimei is a famous poet in the world today, and the person who can make him so praised is really the obscene old man who is drunk and singing on the grassland, holding a sword and asking the sky?

"Drunk and invincible in the clouds, there is a sword in my heart that wants to ask the sky! In the world before Jiazi, who doesn't know Li Taibai? ”

"In the autumn of that year, a white-clothed Shengxue, stepping on Longyuan into Chang'an, Chang'an City was empty of thousands of people, and Suzaku Avenue was emptied for him alone.

"Emperor Taizong of the previous dynasty descended to greet him, feasted on the seven treasure beds, and personally prepared the spoon for him. Do you think he is famous? ”

The master said like a few treasures, his eyes were a little moist, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was the era of Li Taibai, and it was the immortal memory in the hearts of the people of that era, representing youth and faith.

"Drunk and invincible in the clouds, there is a sword in my heart that wants to ask the sky!" Xu Mingyuan read it softly, only to feel a sense of pride rising from the bottom of his heart, what a spirit and pride it was.

Zeng Qingyi's clear eyes were also full of energy, and it seemed that he also admired Li Taibai, who had mistaken many girls for life.

Could it be that the obscene old man is really Li Taibai? Isn't the swordplay he talking about a lie? Xu Mingyuan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood the reason why the master beat himself a few times after separating from the obscene old man.

"I actually rejected the apprenticeship of a sword immortal,......" Xu Mingyuan muttered, I don't know whether to say that I am chic, or too stupid, I just feel that on the way back, the master is not too much to fight.

When the master heard this, he stroked his long beard, calmed down, shook his head and sighed: "For fifty years, the gray hair is gray, and the old man is drooping. It can be regarded as a chance that you can meet him, but I heard that he has not accepted a disciple yet, if the news of your refusal to be Li Taibai's apprentice spreads, I am afraid that the spittle stars can drown you back then. ”

"Stupid Mingyuan, you're really stupid." Zeng Qingyi had an expression of hatred that iron could not become steel, and then he held his cheeks and said to himself: "If I can have a sword immortal master, will I be able to enter Chang'an with a sword......

Xu Mingyuan scratched his head with a wry smile, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Who would have thought that a drunk old man picked up casually on the Beili grassland could be a sword immortal......" Xu Mingyuan wanted to cry without tears.