The storyteller arrives in a new city.

This city was originally the territory of the Nine Princes, and this person was addicted to lust and did not do serious things all day long. As a result, one day, the braids were inexplicably braided, and everyone suspected that someone had poisoned them. If you want to say that this prince is really not worth a lot of money today, because there are too many, the emperor is really able to give birth. Then the nine princes are gone, and there is a son in front of him. And guess what, eight years old.

It's the age that even a dog is afraid of.

But whether the dog dislikes it or not is a matter for the prince's mansion, and the question is who will now take care of this city, the former vassal state. Some people say that his mother has the final say, and some people say that his uncle is in charge, because at present, the development is not bad.

The child was so young that the guards in the city became stricter. People who come in and out have to stop and check one by one to see if you have any secret letters, this, that, that. Although weapons are not explicitly prohibited, after all, there is no one in the rivers and lakes who does not bring some self-defense-but the storyteller still stopped the guards. After all, that white appearance really doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner. Thankfully, he was able to speak, so he let the guards foolishly let him in. First, it may be annoying, and second, it probably can't do anything to anyone just like that.

The storyteller walked around the streets all morning, ate two bowls of noodles at noon, and spent another afternoon walking around the streets to eat. Not to mention carrying this pair of heavy knives, it is really a good exercise. He pondered for a long time, and felt that he couldn't play it well, and it didn't have much effect on self-defense, but only played a deterrent role. If you take it, will you...... Isn't it a bit of a tyrannical thing? After pondering for a long time, he didn't come up with a good way to deal with this knife. It's really troublesome, I knew that I would pull off the rope of that man's head and let him be a little madman. Or make up a new story and say something emotional, this thing is more real. Go back and see if there are any people who know the goods......

There is a big stage in the downtown area, and the opera starts to sing from the hour. He didn't have the money to buy a ticket, so he found a big tree and climbed it, and sat on the branch to watch from afar. When I was climbing the tree, I really didn't have a place to put the knife, so I threw it down the tree first. Blowing a small breeze, listening to a little song, shaking your legs twice when you are idle, very comfortable. It would be nice to have two or two small wines.

Seeing that it was getting dark, it was time for the play to finish. I heard that only when the big people want to watch it, the play will be sung until midnight. The platform is too big, and it takes a lot of fuel to light up the surroundings. The storyteller stretched and prepared to find a restaurant. At noon, there was a steamed bun shop diagonally across the noodle shop, which smelled very fragrant, but he didn't eat it when he was full, so go now. As soon as he lowered his head, his gaze suddenly met the gaze of a person outside the second zhang. He was full of excitement.

Not really, right? This kid has chased him here!

"Y-what are you doing!"

The young man raised his eyes again to look at him, but his face was parallel to the straight trunk. He really can't stand this look, it's like a ghost, or he's looking at a ghost.

"Look for a knife."

With that, the young man raised his hands. With such a movement, the two scimitars under the tree suddenly felt some kind of gravitational pull and flew towards the young man, the hilts firmly attached to his hands. The storyteller was stunned, and froze on the tree, feeling that it was very inappropriate to go down now, but it was not a matter to sit on it all the time.

"Hey, I'm just kidding you. Now that you've found it, then, please go back, right? ”

"There's no hurry. You come down and we'll catch up and go to the wine shop for a drink. ”

"Don't do this, I'm flustered."

"Can you still panic?"

The storyteller really wanted to provoke, "There is a kind of you coming up", but looking at the posture just now, he was really afraid that this person would fly up with a swish, and it was not impossible. He thought about it and decided to change the subject.

"That'...... How did you get this knife back? ”

"Confess the Lord."

"I don't believe it, unless you put it on again."

It's not ambiguous to say that young people are young. In the blink of an eye, he threw a pair of twin knives out with all his might, and the two knives spun in the air like blades, circled in a large circle, and flew back as if they were literally flying. The storyteller was stunned, he wanted to take this opportunity to run away.

"Look and see, come down, I won't beat you."

"I'm afraid you'll cut me."

"Then I'll try not to."

"How dare you? Murderers are against the law,"

"Then I won't cut it, really."

"I'm afraid you'll slap me, whip me, cut my ......"

"I'll cut down the tree for you again, and I won't see if you can't get down."

"Why are you so unloving? Flowers and plants are also alive. And who will pay for the smashed ground! ”

"Then don't eat vegetables."

"I really don't eat it, I'm going to buy meat buns later. It's been a whole day, and I don't have any oil and water in my stomach. ”

"Rory,,."

"How are you sexist?"

There was a stalemate for a long time, and neither of the two of them spared anyone. The young man nodded and said, OK. Then he walked under the tree, leaned back, and sat down. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, as if he was planning to spend the night.

"Hey, hey, why are you like this?"

"Which one?" The young man closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Since you feel where the knife is, and you have found it, can you not worry about me? Everyone is mixing rivers and lakes for food, and it's not easy. If you don't buy me a few catties of meat buns, I'll get fat, and the tree will collapse. ”

"Who pays for the smashed land."

"You ......"

"A few pounds, eat you to death. Have you ever eaten a bun with stuffing? ”

"What's stuffing?"

"You're stuffy."

“……”

The storyteller is really tired, and his mouth is tired. He has never seen a few people who live so big and are poorer than himself. The young man was still leaning there, hanging upside down with his ponytail hanging down. Looking at the upside-down world, he whispered:

"Okay, you can ask for as much as you want. I knew I would have sold it to you in the morning...... I don't have much money beforehand. ”

The young man opened his eyes and stood up. So the storyteller jumped down and landed firmly on the ground. The young man said:

"That's right, and I'm not hard for you. Go through the process and go to the government with me. ”

"Don't, don't!" The strange thing is that the storyteller immediately became anxious, "I have something to say, how much money I will pay you, if I don't have money, I will wash the dishes for you now to make money, right?" Don't steal, don't rob, really, let's not go to the government, I'm allergic there. ”

The young man was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, with a menacing momentum. The storyteller was startled, and found that this kid was really strong, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"You kid...... There shouldn't be a criminal record, right? ”

"No, no, don't talk nonsense. I'm very upright. ”

"Stealing chickens and dogs, do you have the face to say that you are upright? I don't think your hands and feet are clean, don't you escape from somewhere, right? You come with me now. ”

"I'm a- don't mind, really, I'm really allergic. There are people above me and my enemies, and there are people in the government offices all over the world, who can play to death for me. Even if I stole something, I wouldn't be guilty of death! I'm really just a gadget! To be reasonable, I'd rather be exiled to the South than ......"

"What did you say?"

The young man's eyes lit up. The storyteller was surprised, did that ghostly eye light up for a moment?

“…… Yes? ”

"I'm going to the Southland."

"What?" The storyteller suddenly shook off his loose hand, "You're sick, go to the place where birds don't." ”

"I'm going to find someone."

"What do I care about you? No, I'm serious, did you get a chill last night and freeze your brain stupid? Do you know how many people were sent by the imperial court in that place? Not a single one came back, not a single one, not a single corpse. You joke with me, I admit you're a lot more humorous than I am. ”

"I'm serious."

"I'm serious, too!"

"I wrote a letter to the imperial court a long time ago, and they replied to me and asked me to go to the capital in person. The first is to make sure that I have that qualification, and the second is to issue me a pass, otherwise I can't go to sea. I went alone, but listen to what you tell them...... You were one of the people you were sent to the South, but you were shipwrecked on the way, and you drifted back with the wreckage of your ship in the wind. You didn't want to be a hero, you just wanted to pick up a life, but you didn't expect them to report the loss to the court, and in order to subsidize the annihilation of the whole army, they also sent people to chase and kill you, and you fled...... The government you are talking about, but this paragraph? ”

"Do you believe bragging?!"

"What if? If you've been, I think it makes sense. I've never been to the Southland, and I'm not to blame for your guidance. ”

"You're sick, aren't you?!"

"On the way to the capital, I will reimburse all the expenses after going to the southern country."

"Yes, when will you go?"

It's too fast, it's too fast to change faces.

The storyteller, of course, has an acupoint in mind. He pondered, first pretending to agree, cheating and drinking all the way, and then sneaking away when he took it lightly. But he was happy to be able to stay at the guest house tonight, and he didn't have to sleep on the street. Following the man a few steps, he asked:

"Eh, are you really rich? Why didn't you stay in the store yesterday if you had money? ”

"In a hurry." He turned his head to stare at him, "But you've been delayed"

“…… Okay, okay, it's me who is wrong. Then which young master of your family are you, so rich? Room and board? It's not going to be for me to eat what you're left over. ”

"You talk a lot."

"Just kidding. By the way, what's your name? ”

"What about you?"

"Ah, me...... Pray for Huan, just call it Qihuan. You haven't said it yet. ”

"Bai Ya."

"Yo, what is your relationship with that murderer?"

The murderer that Qi Huan said is indeed a person. This person's surname is Bai Mingsha, and he has done countless evils, and there are many bizarre legends about him on the rivers and lakes, all of which smell of blood, and people in the industry call him Bai Ye. None of his cases can be solved, so some people say that if you die tragically under the knife of "strong arms and iron", it will really be "killed for nothing". As for why he has this title, it is because he broke an arm, and somewhere the bone was followed by a set of steel blades. Some people say on the left, some people say on the right, there is no accurate word, and those who see clearly are afraid that they are all dead. It is said that the swordsmith was also brutally murdered by him, and his body was destroyed.

Ah, he's been in prison for years, though. His deeds have also become legends and history. True and false, false and real.

"He's my father."

“？”

Qi Huan was stunned for a moment and stood still.

"Are you kidding?"

"Believe it or not."

Bai Ya didn't stop, he chased after him, and asked suspiciously:

"Really, fake. That Bai Ye is your father, what are you? Second Master Bai? No, that's Grandpa's younger brother. Second white master? Little White Master? Master Bai? It's weird to sound like that. ”

"It's this—I'm at a loss. I'm his son, and you call me daddy. ”

"Get out."

Qi Huan spat out.