After laughing for a while, the masked man turned his head to look at Xuan Jingtian and the two of them who were blocking the young man, and his rather imposing voice came out through the mask.

"King Qi is just a dog of the Tang Dynasty, what ability does he have to call himself king?"

Saying that, with a cold snort, Xuan Jingtian, who was blocking in front of the young man, retreated uncontrollably, except for his face being a little bad, he didn't vomit blood or anything, so he shouldn't have been injured.

The young man is not stupid, and after seeing this situation, he also knows that this masked man is not easy to mess with, and the other party's target seems to be him.

Countless thoughts rose from his heart, and then he suppressed them again.

At this time, the situation is stronger than people, he is an ordinary person, and he has no power to resist this mask man like a martial arts master.

People are swords, I am fish and meat, and I can only respond to changes with the same.

The masked man nodded in satisfaction after seeing that the boy's face did not change, and appreciated.

"He deserves to be a game-breaker!"

The young man didn't know what the other party meant, and he couldn't answer, so he could only stand there stunned, hoping that the other party could tell me something he could understand, and stop messing up these messy and tall things.

Ordinary people can't understand those.

Shaolin wanted to wait for the other party to say something he couldn't understand, but unfortunately, after the other party said something worthy of being a game-breaker, he stopped talking, as if waiting for the teenager's inquiry.

I sighed helplessly in my heart, I had no choice but to ask.

"Your Excellency has something to say, as long as you can do it, you will do your best."

As I said before, young people are not stupid, the other party's performance, if you can't guess that the other party is looking for something, then you can really commit suicide by hitting tofu.

It's just that what the other party is looking for for himself, it doesn't matter if it's important, does he have to do it...... I don't know that.

The masked man seemed to have known that the boy would ask such a question, turned around and turned to the boy with his back to the boy, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and the imposing voice came out of the mask again.

"I want to assist Li Xingyun to become the emperor and reshape the glory of the Tang Dynasty."

The young man who heard this couldn't help frowning, who is that Li Xingyun? Why does he want to assist the other party, and reshape the glory of the Tang Dynasty? Datang has been destroying the country for more than ten years and is still going to restore the country. And why did he want to help the other party, is it because this masked man's strength is stronger than him?

Although he cares a lot about his own life, but in the face of this situation, the young man will never compromise, and asks directly to the other party.

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you? ”

The masked man turned around, stared at the boy through the mask, and said with a sneer.

"Who is Ben Shuai? You can just ask Li Maozhen, as for whether you agree or not? Ben Shuai is not consulting you, but ordering you! If you don't agree. She, she..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Xuan Jingtian and Miao Chengtian, who had recovered and protected the boy on both sides of the boy, and continued.

"And all the people here, all of them are going to die."

"If you say yes, they'll all live, it's up to you to choose."

The young man's brow furrowed even deeper, and he looked at the masked man, then his brow loosened and asked him.

"Even if I agree, aren't you afraid that I will play some small tricks?"

The masked man laughed and said with great confidence.

"If you have that ability, just do it."

The young people are a little speechless, this masked man is really arrogant, but there is no way, the people are strong and have arrogant capital.

Although I don't believe that this masked man has the ability to kill everyone in this Fengxiang City, but pinching Xuan Jingtian and Miao Chengtian to death is definitely easier and easier than pinching the little chicken to death, and even that handsome boy may die at the hands of this masked man.

After thinking about it, the teenager finally decided to compromise temporarily.

Although he is not the kind of soft-hearted person, but he is not the kind of ruthless person, after getting along for the past few days, he also found that Xuan Jingtian and the two did not have any ill will towards him, and they also took care of her very much.

As for the handsome boy, although he was a little malicious to him, the other party had saved him after all, and the young man still knew how to repay him.

The young man looked at each other, nodded after a long time, and said.

"Good! I agree... But you have to promise me one condition. ”

The masked man snorted.

"Conditions? You are the first person in all these years to dare to negotiate terms with me. ”

The young man didn't know what to say about this guy's arrogance, and ignored the other party's threat, which was similar to a threat, and continued.

"The conditions are very simple, let them go, and promise not to hurt any of them in Feng Xiang from now on! As long as you promise me, I will promise you, if you don't agree, then there is no way, it is you who refuse me, not me who rejects you. ”

This masked man is high and controls everything in the world, when someone dares to go against his will, and now the young man has turned against him again and again.

If it weren't for the crucial importance of the teenager and the key to breaking the game of chess, he would have waved his hand to turn the teenager into ashes.

But he couldn't help it, he had been waiting for this game for 300 years, and although he was immortal, he really didn't want to wait any longer.

Time is the most terrifying thing in the world, those ordinary people long for eternal life, long for eternal life, but he, the immortal person, longs for death.

If it's not the one in your heart...... It has not been completed, and he probably committed suicide by neck.

"Good!"

The masked man turned and walked outside, and a voice was heard at the same time.

"Ben Shuai promised you

Finish. ”

As the words fell, the masked man had disappeared from the restaurant.

The young man was a little confused and agreed? But didn't tell him who Li Xingyun was?

Could it be that the other party also saw that he was only dealing with the other party temporarily, and he really had nothing to say!

When the young man was speechless in his heart, Xuan Jingtian and the others, who were wary of the masked man before, also walked over quickly and asked the young man with concern.

"Childe, are you alright?"

The young man shrugged helplessly and said.

"Do you look like I'm in trouble?"

He asked Xuan Jingtian as he spoke.

"By the way, do you know who that guy is? It's really narcissistic. ”

Hearing that the boy was fine, the two were obviously relieved, but after hearing the teenager's inquiry and teasing the guy, they showed a solemn and vigilant look.

That Xuan Jingtian glanced around, and then said.

"Childe, that person's strength is unfathomable, and I have a feeling that the other party is even more powerful than our master."

The young man raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Is that person the so-called Great Heavenly Throne? ”

The two nodded and said cautiously.

"That person is also an extremely strong existence in the Great Heaven Rank, and he should have reached the late stage of the Great Heaven Rank, or even the peak."

The boy hummed again, then came to his previous position, picked up the little white who had been lying there from the table, and looked out the window with his eyes lost, thinking about something.

Martial arts! That's a martial art that only exists in legends, just imagine, who doesn't have a martial arts dream? Chivalrous and righteous, sword world.

The boy didn't know who he was in the past and what he had experienced, but he also longed for the life of a martial arts person, and wanted to become a member of the martial arts people and experience the ups and downs of life.

But however, after trying in the past few days, he found that he was really a once-in-a-century martial arts training waste, and he didn't understand the phantom sound recipe at all.

The only thing I can understand is the phantom basics, as well as the secret book that relies on eating to condense qi and blood.

Nothing but to speed him up and make him run for his life, and to become able to eat.

sighed in his heart, it seems that this Jianghu is indeed not suitable for him.

A powerful and profound guy like the Masked Man suddenly appeared in Fengxiang City, and Xuan Jingtian naturally wanted to report to the top.

Miao Chengtian stayed here to protect the young man, and Xuan Jingtian left here in three or two steps, rushing towards the Qi Wangfu, probably to report to the Qi King.

In the familiar mansion, Xuan Jingtian, who had returned, reported to the handsome boy, the so-called King Qi, what had happened in the restaurant before.

The handsome boy muttered to himself after hearing Xuan Jingtian say that there was an instance of a masked man no less than him appearing in the old building and saying those words to the young man.

"Ben Shuai! I didn't expect him to really not die. ”

Xuan Jingtian, who was kneeling on one knee, looked up at the handsome boy and asked suspiciously.

"King Qi, who is that person and how ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by King Qi's cold snort.

"You don't need to know who he is, just protect him."

Xuan Jingtian hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

After being silent for a while, the Xuanjing genius looked up at the handsome boy who was pondering there again, and said respectfully.

"King Qi, we got the latest news, there is a thousand-year-old fire Lingzhi near Qingcheng Mountain, I don't know if we will make a move."

Hearing this, the handsome boy turned around and asked Xuan Jingtian.

"Near Qingcheng Mountain, are you sure?"

Xuan Jingtian nodded affirmatively.

"The slave is sure, and the slave has gotten the latest news, and the Xuanming Sect has sent people to fight for the Fire Lingzhi."

The handsome boy nodded with an unchanged expression and said.

"I already know about this, so you can go down first."

As he spoke, he waved his hand at Xuan Jingtian.

Xuan Jingtian nodded yes, then got up and bowed down.

After Xuan Jingtian retreated, the handsome boy muttered to himself again.

"Millennial Fire Reishi? Just good for my recovery. ”

After saying that, he left the mansion with a vertical leap and moved quickly towards a fixed direction.

On the other hand, the boy fell into a trance after the masked man left, and he only ate a little at noon, and then continued to fall into this state, and the time blink was in the afternoon, and the sky was already a little dark.

At this time, one after another people walked into the restaurant from outside, found their respective places to sit down, ordered some wine and food, and then waited for the follow-up story of the teenager.

These people are not bad at money, not to mention eating one or two meals in this restaurant, even if they live in the restaurant and eat every day, there is no problem, who makes them rich.

The young man's thoughts are indeed a little far away, and now that so many people have entered the restaurant, the noise can be said to be quite loud, but the young man is still looking out the window and distracted, if he doesn't know that he is thinking about something, he probably thinks that this child is stupid.

After the hall was full of people, the previous boy was also late, glanced at the hall that was already full, and then slowly came to the young man's table, arched his hand at Xuan Jingtian and the two, and said to the young man.

"If this brother doesn't mind, I'll sit here."

As he spoke, he didn't pay attention to the young man who was still in a trance, and sat down with Shi Shiran.

The young man also came back to his senses after hearing the words of the boy, shook his head, and threw the chaotic thoughts in his mind out of the clouds.

Since there is no way to practice martial arts, then don't practice well, people live for a lifetime, and they are happy, so why force the rest.

nodded lightly at the boy, glanced around, and knew that his life was coming again.

The second boy of the greeting shop served a cup of hot tea, asked for some side dishes to accompany the wine, and then decided to tell a story while eating.

Xuan Jingtian, who was sitting opposite him, took Xiao Bai in his arms, and then looked at the young man without blinking, obviously very much to know what happened next in that story.

After eating two bites of side dishes, drinking a cup of hot tea, and then coughing dryly, he said after attracting the attention of most people.

"Everyone, you may have newcomers who don't know what happened before, and I won't explain much below, and if you want to know, ask the rest of the people, and if you don't want to know, you should have fun, now let's get down to business."

"As we mentioned above, the king came to Nuwa Niangniang's palace to worship Nuwa Niangniang."

"After the king entered Nuwa Niangniang's palace, a gust of wind blew, rolled up the curtain covering Nuwa Niangniang, and Nuwa Saint Statue appeared, with a beautiful appearance, Rui Cai, the country is beautiful, graceful as life, it is really the fairy of Rui Palace, and Chang'e of the Moon Palace is born."

"When the king saw such a miserable Nuwa Niangniang, he was immediately shocked, and his heart was also lustful, such as thinking, 'I am the son of heaven, I have the four seas, and there are seven concubines in the harem, six courts, seventy-two concubines and three thousand beauties, but unfortunately, there is no such miserable as Nuwa Niangniang."

My heart is full of sorrow.

"King Xu's sexual orientation is still very normal, although I know that Nuwa Niangniang is miserable. But it hasn't reached the point where even the statue is spared. ”

So I just ordered someone to take the four treasures of the study, that is, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and made a masterpiece that has been passed down to future generations on the powder wall of the palace

Speaking of this, the young man just paused, deeply aware of the importance of selling guanzi.

In the past, the young man used simple classical Chinese to tell the story in his heart, but now, for some reason, his classical Chinese and vernacular are combined to tell the story, and the attraction is even stronger than before, making this group of melon-eating people no matter what they used before. It's still new, and it's all caught up in the storyline made up by the young man.

It seems that they have become the noble son of heaven and the king of the rich world, and when they saw the beautiful Nuwa Niangniang, there was an impulse to take it for themselves.

They are in the pinching stages of fantasy, just like men and something, and they are about to be OK, but they suddenly stop, and the results speak for themselves.

One by one, he looked at the young man, and kept urging the young man to tell what happened next, wanting to know what the king had done in the palace of Nuwa.

What about young people? I drank a cup of hot tea without hurry, ate a few bites of side dishes again and smacked my lips, and then chanted.

"Fengluanbao's tent scene is very, and it is full of lacquered and golden. The distant mountains are flying emerald color, and the dancing sleeves reflect the glow dress. The pear blossom is delicate with the rain, and the peony cage is smoky and charming. But he has to be enchanting to move and take back the king of Changle. ”

After reading this masterpiece for the ages, the young man also smacked his lips and sighed in his heart.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

The young man is not speechless, and this group of melon-eating spectators are also savoring in their hearts and understanding the meaning of this poem.

Some self-proclaimed literati and scholars think about the bad side, while some martial arts people who don't understand the meaning of poetry are thinking in their hearts, wondering if they will have a friendly and in-depth exchange with that thing?

After about three or two minutes, the group of melon-eating people came back to their senses from their self-illusions, looked at the young man, and continued to talk about his little yellow book.

What about young people? Taking advantage of the fact that this group of people lost their minds, they drank two cups of tea and ate a little, and when they saw that everyone came back to their senses, they also coughed twice again, and continued.

"After the king finished the poem, his first confidant, Prime Minister Shang Rong, was shocked, and persuaded the king of Zhou, saying that Nuwa Niangniang is an ancient god and the mother of the human race......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a bold voice coming from the door of the restaurant.

"Haha, old girl, this is really interesting, a group of people actually fell in love with that little white face......"

Another voice came.

"Sister! You're misunderstanding this, they're talking about books. ”

The bold voice from before sounded again.

"Storytelling? What's that, can you eat it? ”

"Storytelling is storytelling, storytelling."

"Oh, it turned out to be a storyteller, and that wasn't interesting. It's all full, old girl, let's go to another house. ”

"Sister, I think this is pretty good, it's quite suitable for us."

"What the old sister said is, let's go, let's eat from here."

The voice fell, and two people with extremely sharp contrasts walked in, and two women ...... A woman who is not like a woman!

When the young man heard that voice, the figures of these two people appeared in his mind, and when he saw these two people at this time, he really had nothing to say.

It's a coincidence, when I got up in the morning, I saw these two people fighting with the old beggar, and now they met again in the evening, is this the so-called fate?

Xuan Jingtian and the two didn't care about this fate, after these two women who were not women entered the restaurant, they moved their bodies to the young man's side, and their sixth sense told them that these two women were also extremely not simple, at least they couldn't beat each other.

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