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The teahouse is not big, it falls in the center of Luoyang City, but the location is excellent.

It's a pity that the people under the heavy snow in the past few days are too lazy to move their nests, and they must be overcrowded in the past, but now, it is a little deserted, and there is no place to go to call Hanako to gather the warm carbon in the building, to dispel the cold, and those hawkers who are tired of shouting and drinking, also come in.

The shopkeeper was also kind, not only did he not pick people up, but asked the guy to pour a few bowls of hot tea for people.

"Bang!"

"Tut-tut, it is said that this hero Shen Lang, who would have thought that it would be out of control on this day, not only liquidated the conspiracy on the "back to Yanfeng", but also ended the revenge of killing his father, and finally traveled overseas, famous all over the world, to say that this Shen family, but with the Li family for the world, Xiao Li Tanhua and the famous man Shen Lang since childhood......"

In the teahouse, there is a wooden table in front of the hall, in front of the wooden table is a thin old man with gray hair, who is in good spirits, telling a piece of the past of the rivers and lakes, which is not lacking in some unknown anecdotes, black things that cannot be seen, and some long-lasting and popular anecdotes.

The old man was over the age of six, his thin body was covered with a wide and fat blue jacket, which was extremely ill-fitting, and he was tightly tied with a hemp rope trouser belt around his waist, as if he wanted to fit the jacket down, and his white hair was tied into a braid, and the end was tied with a red rope, which was very eye-catching.

He held a hookah in his hand, said the last paragraph, buried his head, lowered his mouth, and took a sip, and his sunken and shriveled cheeks immediately seemed to be sunken, his face was boneless, he was very thin, and he had a tuft of goatee on his chin.

But the old man's hands are extremely unusual, amazingly big, the five knuckles are thick and protruding, the back of the hand is tendoned, the roots are distinct, and the palm body is very thick, which is almost comparable to the door. On the fist, the pieces of blue and black hard cocoons are like pig iron, and the palms of the open palms are smooth and traceless, and not even a fine line can be found.

With a big hand, the old man grabbed the mouth of the bowl with his five fingers, and the cow drank half a bowl of hot tea.

Although he is old, his eyes are shining, and he looks like a naughty boy, making a full expression at the table, and talking about books in a colorful voice.

There was also a girl in a flower skirt beside the old man, with two dark and thick braids, carrying a thin skin drum in her hand, her pearl-like eyes were very lively, and her round face was flushed with two touches of red, like a very ripe apple.

But it's to the storyteller's grandfather and grandson.

There is heavy snow outside the building, the sky and the earth are white, the building is lively and noisy, and a door seems to be separated by two worlds.

I don't know when, in the wind and snow outside, there was a sound of footsteps, creaking, as if stepping on the snow, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But just as I was passing by the teahouse, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

The door creaked open, and a figure covered in snow slid in from the outside, as if seeing a gap, and the flying snowflakes rolled into the house. The person sitting next to the door heard the sound and consciously shrunk his neck, waiting for the cold wind, and he didn't want the person who came in to look at it and shook his sleeves, and the snowflakes on his body floated seven or eight inches together, breaking into snow foam in the air, but no one saw it, and the snowflakes floating in outside the door would spin in the air under the man's shaking sleeves, and flew back, and the snow that flew behind him was agitated together, turning into an amazing snow mist, and it dispersed in a blink of an eye.

"Oh, keep the door shut, you're freezing to death!"

Seeing that the man was still shaking his sleeves, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Hey, okay, it's so cold this day!"

The man hurriedly smiled and replied, also shrunk his neck, turned around and pressed the door against his shoulder, pulled his sleeves, sat down in front of a tea table, asked for a dried fruit preserves, ordered a pot of Longjing, and ate and drank with a smile.

But in fact, just as he shook his sleeves, the old man who was telling the story above couldn't help but squint his eyes, as if the old eyes were dizzy and looking at the person carefully, but he immediately returned to normal, telling the story by himself.

The hour flies.

The listeners in the teahouse came and went, changing several times, some times when it was deserted, and there were times when it was lively.

The snow outside the door didn't stop until late in the evening.

Wait until the twilight first appears.

The old storyteller exhaled deeply, took a sip of tea, and stopped speaking.

The granddaughter on the side ran down from her seat with a smile, shuttling back and forth between the listeners, holding a cloth hat in her hand, and saying that there is money to hold a money field and no money to hold a personal field.

However, this lap down, there are few people who are willing to reward, even if there are at most, there are at most one or two copper plates, this is no way, those who can come out to make a living on a snowy day must be poor people, one or two copper is not bad, the pigtail girl seems to have long been accustomed to it, her face is still lively, and she sees that a room has gone to the end, and she doesn't want a piece of silver to slide out of a trajectory in the air, and it falls into the cloth hat, and collides with those copper coins, making a noise.

The girl with pigtails was stunned at first, and then surprised, she could live without silver, but it was definitely better to have silver.

As soon as her eyes turned, her big eyes and long eyelashes blinked, she saw a man in Tsing Yi on a table at the back, and when she saw her, she smiled implicitly.

It is inevitable that people will go to tea and cool down, and people will disperse at the end of the song.

As soon as the storytelling stopped, the listeners in the teahouse dispersed as birds and beasts, wrapped in their clothes and plunged into the cold wind outside.

Only the man in Tsing Yi remained.

The old storyteller took a look, put the hookah on his mouth, twisted his body, and turned into a series of afterimages, and when he stopped, he had already sat next to the person in Tsing Yi, he leaned on the table, and looked at the young man in front of him unscrupulously.

But just by seeing the other party's hands, the old man's eyes changed, he was good at kung fu in his hands, and naturally understood many of them, the other party's hands were as clear as jade, and the pores on the back of the hands were small, but he couldn't see a single hair, which was afraid that he had practiced some kind of extremely amazing strength, and even the qi and blood were blocked, so that the pores were closed, the hair did not grow, and the essence did not leak out.

The old man's two white eyebrows were uneven, and he shook it, and praised it: "What a pair of jade hands!" ”

And the other party also looked at his hand, to be precise, Su Qing looked at the old man's hand, and then praised: "What a pair of iron hands!" ”

But his eyes suddenly raised, and he smiled softly: "I'm really a little curious, I wonder if these hands can still hold the Heavenly Machine Stick?" ”

The Tianji stick is the number one weapon on the "weapon spectrum" of today's martial arts, and it is also the weapon of the old man of Tianji.

"Huh!" The old man of Tianji glared, and suddenly let out a hearty laugh full of confidence, and the dishes and dishes on the table trembled violently.

"If you can't hold it, why don't you give it a try!"

Su Qing pondered for a moment when he heard this, the brilliance in his eyes flashed, and he said:

"Then please show the heavenly machine stick to the seniors!"

The old man of Tianji smoked a cigarette by himself, and said casually and casually: "It's in your heart, if you make a move, you can see it!" ”

The pigtailed girl suddenly brought a few plates of side dishes from the back kitchen, and when she saw the two of them looking at each other,-for-tat, she couldn't help but be stunned, and shouted in her mouth: "Grandpa!" ”

Su Qinghui chuckled.

"Forget it, Su came here today just to ask his seniors a question!"

The old man of Tianji slowly exhaled a cigarette: "Oh? Let's talk about it! ”

Looking at each other, Su Qing said slowly as if word by word: "I don't know if the old-timers have heard of a poem, or a knife!" ”

Without waiting for the old man to answer, he had already said faintly:

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night!"