Listening to the words of the person in front of him, the old man raised his head and stared at that face, the face that he had always admired and admired in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After a long time, the old man laughed lightly: "The guest officer is right, now I am just a tea seller who tells stories.... Everything is heard by others, but it is just a story. ”

It seemed that this story was so long ago that it took a long time for the storyteller to speak, and he first picked up the piano he had put down, and then stroked it with his old hand a few times, and in a few distant sounds, the old man began to tell the story of the past.

"It snowed a lot, it snowed so much, it was like everything was frozen. So it was a very cold year, a very cold year...."The old man shuddered twice when he said this.

It was a big sun outside, and the old man was shivering with cold, this was just a memory, how cold was that year?

"That year, the hero in the hearts of the world disappeared, some people said that he gave up the world, some people said that he was tired, but more thought that he was dead..... The world was in turmoil again, and he didn't appear; the people of the world knelt and shouted his name in grief, but he still didn't appear; the Tang Dynasty was about to perish, and he still didn't appear..... The world finally knew something, it turned out that heroes also die, and this hero who could bring peace to the world disappeared like this...... It really snowed for a long time, and it was so cold for several years that everyone didn't dare to go out because it was so cold. When the old man said this, he kept drinking a few cups of hot tea, maybe it was really cold, because even people's hearts were cold, because at that time everyone was in grief, because the hero in his heart was gone.

"Ha, it's a pity, I've never seen such a big snow, and I've never experienced such a cold day...."Pity Tiger chuckled, as if all this had nothing to do with him, this was just a story.

The old man couldn't tell if he was a chivalrous sword or not, he looked very similar, but his temperament was completely different.... But what does it have to do with him, he's just a storyteller.

"With the death of a hero, the backbone of the dynasty is gone..... The king of the dynasty thought about the hero every day, and this king also contracted a painful illness and died within a few years. This god is really interesting, a heavy snow the world can't stand anymore, it actually has to add a heavy snow.... But no matter how cold the weather is, life always has to begin, and the new king of the dynasty decides to invite a new hero, maybe with a new hero, then the day will be warmer. Speaking of this, a few tears fell from the old man's eyes, all the heroes in his heart died, and the holy place in his heart did not collapse for many years.

Seeing this, Lianhu did not comfort the old man, but asked softly, "What happened later?

"Ha~ Please, the new king knelt in Wudang Mountain for three days and three nights, and finally invited the twilight old hero out, and the world finally warmed up..... It's just a pity that the old hero is over seventy years old, and the twilight of the hero is really a sad song, and in the end, this twilight old hero sacrificed his life for the dynasty..... It's just that this old hero suffers, when he is old, he still has to support his old body to run around for the world, for the people of this world, everyone is old, and he will eventually die on the battlefield. A chuckle, I don't know how much melancholy and tears there were in the laughter.

"I think he must have been smiling when he died, and in this life, he has no regrets....." Mercy Hu, who listened to the story, said with his eyes closed.

After the old man heard this, he stroked the piano a few more times, and the sound of the piano seemed to be murmuring. The old man seemed to want to use the sound of the distant piano and the water flowing to heaven and earth to give this old hero a ride.

"It seems that the guest officer is a person who understands heroes very well, and he does smile when the old hero dies...... And this shattered dynasty has also passed away with the old heroes, there is no hero in the world to save this dynasty, and there is no hero in the world to save this dynasty... Hahaha, Sheng Tang Yin, the holy land in my heart, why did you leave in the end. "This young scholar who used to be on the streets of Chang'an said, 'I, Wu Junshi, have my head up to the sky, my feet on the ground, and I have a clear conscience in what I have done for more than 20 years!'. He did not do it all his life with his head on the sky, his feet on the ground, and a clear conscience all his life.....

At least he was full of guilt about his country, he saw his country fall, and he himself was powerless, he lived with regret every day in this life, he wanted to die, but after all, this world needs some storytellers, and some people need to tell these stories.

And the poor tiger on the side laughed three times and said: "Hahaha, the kid who led the way just now also said that I admitted my mistake, and I didn't expect the boss to admit my mistake..." ”

I don't know what it's like in this laughter, is it sad, is it painful? or is it really like the freedom in laughter, everything is let go, everything is over.......

"What the guest officer said is that I am so dizzy that I can even read my own handwriting wrong......" The old man said as he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then the old man looked up at the sky outside the window, the old man stroked the piano a few more times, and with the old man's movements, a song with the fragrance of chivalrous bones entered the ears of the poor tiger.

Chivalrous people have been running for justice all their lives, and they have never stopped for a moment, coming from chivalry and dying in chivalry, leaving only this song in the world, this song full of chivalrous bones.

As the song stopped, Lianhu asked, "Death still smells the fragrance of chivalrous bones.... I don't know who the song is talking about?"

"Does the guest officer know the Seven Star Sword Qianyun Dragon?" said the old man lightly put it down.

It seemed that this question was difficult to answer, and the poor tiger thought for a long time before he replied: "But the knife slashes the ghost of Huangquan, the seven-star knife of the seven stars to break the evil spirit, I heard that it is a righteous knife, just like the Big Dipper in the sky, it will always be the most shining in the dark night....."

"The guest officer is really well-informed, it is this seven-star sword, if you want to find someone who is equal to the chivalrous sword, it must be this seven-star sword. The old man said with a smile, but these words were a little tentative, whether the person in front of him who was exactly the same as the chief of the sword was him.

It's a pity that the old man didn't test anything, and the poor tiger laughed twice and said: "Haha~ chivalrous sword, chivalrous sword.... Anyway, anyway, Xia Jian died early, I don't know how Xia Jian ended?"

"Hey..... is dead, the heroes of the world are dead, maybe this world can't accommodate them. The old man replied with a sigh.

For some reason, Pian Hu was not surprised or sad, maybe he knew about this result, he just looked up at the sky outside the window and asked lightly, "Where did you die?"

"Hanging Jade Mountain, Xuanzhen Sect...."The old man replied.

At this time, Lianhu slowly put the mask on his face again, and he said quietly: "The tea is good, and the piano is also good, but it's a pity.... It's a pity that the story you tell is not good. ”

"What's wrong?" asked the old man suspiciously, because some of the people who used to listen to stories said that tea was not good, and some said that the piano was not good, but there were no bad stories.

Pian Hu didn't answer, he dropped a gold ingot, and then walked out of the teahouse, walked a few steps and whispered: "Because the heroes in your story are dead, and heroes don't deserve to die..... After saying that, Pian Hu strode away into the distance.

The old man looked at the distant back, and at this moment he could be completely sure that that person was Xia Jian! In this life, maybe he would see him last...... The back in his eyes became longer and longer, and the old man yelled, "What's your name now?"

"Pity the tiger!" a cold voice reached the old man's ears.

Listening to this completely unfamiliar name, the old man knew that the sword would never come back, and just like in his story, the heroes died in the end....

Since then, this is one less hero and one more ..... in the world Devil.