The city of Jizhou is very lively, the street and alley vendors are shouting again and again, some are intermittent, some have words and sentences, they are trying their best to attract customers to the door, there are storytellers in the restaurant, saying those deeds of the rivers and lakes, spitting everywhere, talking about the deep love and hatred, the one who said is called a red-faced, indignant, the people who eat wine and drink tea in the audience, have applauded, regardless of whether they understand it or not.

It is said that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the rivers and lakes, but it is true, in the restaurant, in several corners, there are a few people with swords and knives, and they are also interested in listening to the people on the stage, but it is just a side dish of the wine.

After Ao Bing came to Jizhou, he cast a spell to hide his true face, and now he is also a chivalrous man, at this time he leaned against the door of the restaurant, followed the audience to eat and drink, cheered, upstairs several richly dressed, armed with swords and guns of men and women, looked at this side, and then retracted their gaze.

One of the women in colorful clothes glanced at Ao Bing in disgust, and said, "Miss, that person looks like a beggar no matter how you look at it, just ask Xiao Er to bombard him out!"

"Yu'er, don't say much, if that person knows martial arts, and then you make such a fuss, then he will intervene sideways, and he will increase the variables, and wait and see what happens!" The woman who spoke was sitting on the right side, judging from the way she dressed, she didn't look like a martial artist, but more like a young lady in a big house.

Ao Bing came to Jizhou for only a few days, and quickly adapted to the customs here, as a lone traveler, he naturally got to inquire about some interesting things everywhere, otherwise he had nothing to do except practice.

Just a day or two after coming, Ao Bing first went to all the big families in Jizhou, because only these places have a collection of books, he almost read all the books no less than four or five times, in order to be able to dominate, he also did enough homework.

As big as the mountain map, as small as the grievances and hatreds in the rivers and lakes, Ao Bing can now be called the head snake in Jizhou, as a monk, only he will be so boring, people are conscientious, tireless practice, he is love to cultivate or not, surprisingly lazy, but also because the practice is too fast, plus the sword intent is not retreat practice can grow, the meaning of the word is very mysterious, roughly related to the state of mind, will, there is a saying, "Seek the Tao first practice, the law is in the world!" That is, if you ask for the Fa, you need to go into the red dust and wake up and become enlightened.

Ao Bing naturally heard the words of the people upstairs, sneered a few times, and leaned against the door to fight Hache, he thought that this play was a bit interesting, but when the storytellers on the stage finished speaking, they still didn't see them do anything, Ao Bing had to go into the restaurant, find a place with a lot of people, and rub some tea and wine to drink.

Ao Bing stepped on the bench, snatched a bowl of fake wine mixed with water from the hands of others, poured it into his mouth violently, and said sadly: "The mellow fragrance of the wine floats for ten miles, attracting the wine shop to be full, I don't know that Xianxia is in the wine shop, drunk with wine in the cup, and singing alone in the heart of endless heartbreaking!"

The man was just about to get angry, but a poem suddenly popped out of Ao Bing's mouth, which calmed him down at once, and Xiao Er, who was just about to drive people away, also shouted: "Okay!"

Only on the third floor, a young man dressed in white was wearing plainly, holding back a smile, his body trembled, the man had a vermilion wine jug pinned to his waist, and a strange-looking long sword on his back, like a disciple of the sect.

There was a cheer downstairs, Ao Bing felt that he was a person with ink in his stomach, coupled with Ao Bing's expression at this time, the people around him invited him to come to the stage to talk about things, and even the shopkeeper saluted him a little, Ao Bing bowed his hand to the surroundings, his face was not red and his heart was not beating and continued to say unbounded words: "Thanks to your respect, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate, and go to the stage to say a few fairy things!"

"Okay, good......" the audience shouted loudly.

Ao Bing cleared his throat: "Ahem, if you want to talk about this, you have to start from the ancient immortal when he opened the world......."

In the mortal world, people also like to listen to the deeds of gods and monsters the most, Ao Bingyi said at the beginning, when the Gu Immortals opened the heavens and the earth, the audience was suddenly silent, and the richly dressed men and women on the second floor also listened attentively, and even the wine was very quiet.

It's also a loss, Ao Bing has read so many books to keep talking nonsense, this kind of fun is not easy to find, Ao Bing dragged the story for a long time, and everyone was amazed.

When it was about to end, Ao Bing lamented: "After the fairy court separated the two, the fairy who was beaten into the mortal dust, washed his face with tears all day long, and went through a lot of hardships with a mortal body, and finally found a mortal who fell in love with her, but the two of them violated the rules of heaven, the man was turned into a stone statue, the fairy was demoted to a mortal, and the two of them were separated forever, the fairy smiled sadly, and after singing to the sky, he hit his head on the stone statue, it can be said that if he can't hold his hand and grow old together, then he will sleep with you ....."

Ao Bing slapped the table and shouted: "It's over!"

Everyone in the audience seemed to be infected by the story, the man drank and was melancholy, the woman cried a lot, and several white-haired people sighed and shook their heads again and again, but no one said that heaven and earth, how bad it was, Ao Bing saw that the people on the second floor still did not move, pretending to be in the matter, and sighed out, when he stepped down, the shopkeeper of the restaurant asked him to come to the book tomorrow, Ao Bing shook his head and refused, he had already inquired, in a few days, it was Nuwa Niangniang's Christmas, and he didn't want to miss it at the beginning of the gods.

However, the people around him were quite enthusiastic, and invited him to the table to drink a lot of wine, and after Ao Bing was satisfied, he hummed a little song and stepped out of the restaurant, and the white-clothed young man with a long sword on the third floor quietly followed.

It is true that the young man in white is a disciple on the mountain, but there is only him and a tomb on the mountain, and this time he went down the mountain because, when he was cultivating, he suddenly had a sense of feeling, and there seemed to be a chance for him in the world, so he went down the mountain to find that sense and came to Jizhou.

The sun sets, the remnant sun will shine the clouds and mist in the sky red, like a fire, the vendors on the street are also successively collecting stalls home, the street seems quite deserted, Ao Bing walked through the street, passed by the Marquis's Mansion, stopped and stayed for a while, and then swayed out of the city.

The young man in white hesitated a little, wondering if that person was a master, he had followed all the way, and he deliberately showed his traces several times, but the ragged man in front of him still didn't notice him, the man in white pinched his chin and thought, "Hey, could it be that he did this on purpose?"

Suddenly, the young man in white was moved, turned his head to look back, and saw that the people in the rivers and lakes who were originally in the restaurant also hurried out of the city, and the people on the second floor were far away behind him, who looked like the children of the powerful, but when he retracted his gaze, Ao Bing had disappeared, and the man in white looked around anxiously, and said angrily: "Damn, blame the group of people behind me, let me miss the opportunity in vain, it's really a death!"

Ao Bing lay on the white clouds, looking at the scene under the clouds with great interest, "It's finally interesting, I didn't expect a big fish to take the bait!"