The autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the night is cool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fluttering silently, the fallen leaves dance.

In the early morning, the autumn rain is scattered in the haze, the air is slightly cool, the pedestrians on the road are wrapped in coats and hurrying, as the early sun gradually rises, the warmth gradually warms people's hearts.

As the boats flowed down the river, all kinds of people dressed up on the boat, everyone looked red, as if they were still silent on the Mid-Autumn Festival night a few days ago.

The boat moves along with the slow current, the morning mist makes it difficult to see, in the smoke cloud, the boat seems to walk in the clouds, and a few high red lanterns are still glowing in the distant haze, making people want to be still in this painting forever.

The candlelight is getting clearer and clearer, ushering in an inn full of ancient charm, the golden and red are staggered, and the weeping willows on both sides of the inn are gently fluttering with the breeze, which looks like a different autumn scene.

On both sides of the inn, there is a pair of word couplets: "There is no lack of high rollers on the seat, and the drunken people are often helped to return in front of the door" in the middle of the three words "intoxicating building" are particularly eye-catching, with the endless stream of people, so that the people in the rivers and lakes can't help but want to go in and drink two glasses.

Entering the main hall, the surrounding crowd is cheering for the storyteller on the high platform in the middle, and it is strange to see that the storyteller is dressed strangely, usually the storyteller is generally an old man, this storyteller, dressed in a black power suit, carrying a long sword, wearing a hat on his head, and his whole face is hidden under the hat veil, more like a swordsman.

Seeing the storyteller speak, he said, "I just finished telling you about the husband's actions in the first half of Yang Qianqiu's life, does it make you feel that you should be born as a man, and then I will tell you about his last battle, the battle of heroes, the reason why it is called heroes, are all admired by the people, and no one admires them, but heroes always have an end, but heroes have nothing to do with life or death, and dead heroes are also eternal heroes." "A refreshing sound is pleasant to hear, and it is no wonder that so many people applaud.

"It is said that in the war between good and evil, the lord of the demon gate, who should have been closed, suddenly invaded the Central Plains twenty years in advance, and there were rumors everywhere that the lord of the demon gate was afraid that Yang Qianqiu would grow up, so he broke his oath. For a time, all the people pointed their infamy at Yang Qianqiu, thinking that he had brought disaster and strife. At this time, Yang Qianqiu was talking to his junior brother, only to see his junior brother ask him, senior brother, this is the people you have been protecting, the sage Yun repays grievances with directness, repays virtue with virtue, this battle senior brother is dead, are they worthy of your protection? I saw Yang Qianqiu chuckle and respond, the capable work hard, the strong guard the weak is what I have learned in my life, they blame me, just because they are afraid, what they ask for is just a life of peace and simplicity, if it is wrong, only complain that I am not strong enough, unable to protect them, the ancient legend of Emperor Wa to make up for the sky, Pangu to support the body as a pillar of heaven, Shennong tasted a hundred herbs, they have ever asked the world for a return, what I asked, a clear conscience of the four words, and then stepped out. The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. At this point the storyteller paused, took a sip of his tea, and said no more.

There was a person sitting by the window, half-asleep and half-awake kept pouring wine into his mouth, as if he had been pretending to be dissatisfied, looking at the dress, with a delicate wine jug hanging from his waist, a leather suit looked clean and neat, a three-foot long sword on the table, the sword body was cyan, he kept pouring wine on the sword in addition to pouring wine to himself, and a thin hemp rope on his head gently tied up his hair, which made people look at a picture of a Jianghu man with a story, looking at his face, but he looked a little out of place, because no matter how he looked at it, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, the age of going out to study。

When the young man heard that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the strong man was gone, he stopped his movements and clapped his hands and shouted hello, and then saw that the storyteller stopped, and hurriedly chased: "What happened next, what happened to that uncle in the end? I said this old man, you can't keep fishing for appetite like this, this kind of behavior is very bad." ”

The storyteller chuckled a few times, stood up and faced the young man: "This little brother, the story is here, it has ended, and the result will be different in everyone's heart." ”

The young man touched his head, and then asked, "Where are those people in there, where is the Demon Gate, where is the Central Plains, and a few days ago you said that there was a person named Sword Emperor who rose up with a sword, and where is the uncle you are talking about today." "I was excited when I asked.

The young man looked forward to waiting for the storyteller to answer, but there were a few silver bell-like laughter from nearby, and when he looked over, he saw a girl about the same age as the young man, wrapped in a pale green skirt, draped in a white light veil on her shoulders, a hanging bun combed on her head, two jasmine headbands tied on her head, and a little baby fat on her face, with a hint of smile, playful and cute, which made the young man look crazy for a while. Next to the girl sat a young man and a middle-aged man, the young man's face looked listless, the middle-aged man kept pouring himself wine with one hand, but the other hand held the sword in his hand tightly. There was an old man standing behind him, judging from the old man's posture, he should be a housekeeper.

I saw the girl stand up and the corners of her mouth turned up: "What do you see, it's just laughing at you, the storyteller has said that this is a story, and you still ask where the people in the book are, are they stupid." The girl just wanted to continue talking, but was pulled down by the old man behind her and said, "Miss, it's an eventful time, and you don't mess with it." The girl could only look down at the boy.

The young man sighed, his expression was a little depressed, and then he instantly showed a surprised expression, and was about to ask the storyteller.

At this time, the tables and chairs in the inn suddenly shook, followed by a loud sound of horses running, and I heard a shout outside: "Canglan League, don't disturb!" Then the door was kicked open, and three big men came in, with the same appearance, the size was older than the average person, and the lower body was covered with iron plates, which looked very hideous and terrifying. The person who came was three of the five bulls in Canglan, horns, heads, feet, and three brothers.

One of them pointed to the girl's table just now and said, "The people of the Ye family stay, and the rest of the people, if they don't leave, they will stay forever." ”

After speaking, the people in the inn ran out in a panic, only a few girls were left who were pointed, and the young man by the window continued to pour wine on his sword, and the storyteller took out a feather fan and shook it gently, and slowly tasted tea.