"Sent by a friend. Nalan Xingtian replied.

"What kind of friend, to give you such a valuable thing. Yilu leaned over and asked.

"A very good friend, but that's not the point. Nalan Xingtian gently took the question, "I'm going to let you learn the above content, "Battle Qi Foundation" and "Sword Technique Foundation". ”

"For us?" Xiaohu was in disbelief.

"Yes. Nalan Xingtian nodded, "You read the book first to familiarize yourself, I'm going to go out, and I'll come back in the evening to teach you." ”

"Okay, Boss. Yilu, Xiaohu, and Wright agreed in unison.

......

It was already afternoon, and Nalan Xingtian thought about today's itinerary, and then, as usual, came to the restaurant, ready to perform that "performance" of singing and harmonizing with the bard.

It was afternoon, and there weren't many people in the tavern, so the bard didn't come up with a new story, he repeated the story of the battle of divine punishment on stage.

"Divine punishment is coming, the world is all destroyed, the world's first craftsman - Ole, 400 outstanding craftsmen in the dusty continent, 360 elite blood dedication to the sword furnace, 421 including Ao Lei himself for the sword to open the front, the sword of killing the gods and the spear of the gods cut out of the air and fight against the punishment of the gods with the nine heroes............"

The bard foamed at the mouth on the stage, and the exaggerated demeanor seemed to be his own experience.

Nalan Xingtian listened quietly to the story of the bard in the audience, he wondered why he had heard this story thousands of times since he was a child, but he didn't feel bored, and every time he listened to it, his blood boiled as if he heard it for the first time.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, listening to this familiar beginning, it was as if I had experienced it myself.

"It's hard to hear, what kind of story is this old ghost telling. The sudden loud roar brought Nalan Xingtian back to his senses.

Nalan Xingtian looked for prestige and saw a tall figure, sturdy as a calf, with a rough face full of stubble. The long scar on his forehead is even more eye-catching, and his appearance is very vicious.

"Dark. Nalan Xingtian was secretly taken aback.

Duck was sitting in his chair, throwing away the leftover chicken legs with one hand, slowly picking his teeth with a toothpick. There were several hooligan men sitting beside him.

One of them, a grim-looking, long-faced man stood up, attached to Duck's ear, and didn't know what to say.

Duck grinned, and he suddenly stood up, and suddenly flipped the table in front of him, making a loud noise.

"Dark. ”

"It's Duck. ”

"Plague Dark. ”

The crowd shouted, a panicked voice.

A short, chubby, middle-aged man with a blessed face walked over tremblingly, he walked in front of Darker, and said in a trembling voice: "The small shop is just a small business, please be merciful to Uncle Dark's men!"

"It's okay to be merciful!" Darker smiled maliciously: "Originally, you, Uncle Dark, and I were in a good mood today, and I was comfortable to sit here and eat comfortably." But it all made the old storyteller on the stage lose his appetite, so that my brothers and I couldn't eat comfortably, and we couldn't sit comfortably, what do you say?"

"I understand, I know. The short middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, hurriedly took out a handful of copper coins from his arms, offered them with both hands, and said, "A small meaning, not a tribute." ”

"Bastard, you think you just sent me Duck, do you think I'm a beggar?" Duck waved his left hand, slapped away the short and fat middle-aged man's outstretched hands, and the copper coins were scattered all over the ground.

"That'...... How much do you want?" asked the stocky middle-aged man.

"Not much, just 100 silver coins. Duck cocked up an index finger and shook it in front of the middle-aged man's eyes.

"100 pieces...... Silver coins?" the middle-aged man opened his mouth widely: "I said Dark, is your appetite too big." ”

Syllable!

The middle-aged man was slapped in the face, and five red fingerprints were clearly imprinted on his face.

The short and fat middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then an angry expression appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "Dak, you are blackmailing in broad daylight like this, do you still have a royal law in your eyes?"

"Wang Fa?" Duck muttered and laughed: "That's just a rule set by the nobles themselves, Wang Fa will only punish the common people and the poor, and Wang Fa will bully the weak." ”

"Do you see this scar on my forehead?" Darker said, pointing to his forehead, "This is what the royal law that represents justice has left me, so don't say anything to me, the strong are the royal law." ”

"This is my hard work to run the restaurant, every copper coin is earned by myself, money, I will not give it to you!" Although Dake, a short and fat middle-aged noodle team, was a little scared, his tone did not show the slightest weakness.

"Really?" said Darker laughing, revealing his teeth.

Duck threw a punch and slammed it into the middle-aged man's chest, making a dull sound, and the stocky middle-aged man felt a burst of pain and curled up and fell to the ground.

"Call me until he says yes. Duck turned around and pointed to the bard on the stage, "And the old ghost on the stage, who told the story, also called me, and told some kind of chicken feather story, which made me feel uncomfortable." ”

"Yes, Boss. Several people replied in unison.

The stormy fists and feet rained down on the short and fat middle-aged man's body, and the whole teahouse echoed with the miserable screams of the middle-aged man.

Darker suddenly roared at the crowd of onlookers: "Whoever dares to say no, I will let whoever ends up like him." ”

The people in the crowd, everyone was in danger, and they didn't dare to gossip any more, just quietly watched this scene.

One of Dark's minions stepped onto the stage, grabbed the bard by his clothes, and dragged him off, ready to fight.

Nalan Xingtian suddenly felt a burst of anger, anger at Dake, and anger at the guests in the teahouse.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and lined up the crowd in a few big strides, rushed forward, and said loudly, "Stop." ”

The few people who did it stopped, and looked at Nalan Xingtian.

Darker heard Nalan Xingtian's voice and glanced in the direction of Nalan Xingtian, when he saw the black-haired and black-eyed young man, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's you, boy, you haven't been beaten enough last time?" ”

The stocky middle-aged man was punched in the face, and the corners of his eyes were swollen.

The bard was dragged to the ground, and the little minion raised his leg and kicked it.

"Chop and go. Nalan Xingtian felt a wave of emotion rush to his brain, he could no longer control his anger, and his right hand clenched the wooden sword at his waist.

He walked up to the minions who were dragging the bard, looked at Duck and said, "Duck, you and your men are all crumbs, a bunch of scum. ”

"Who are you talking about, little bastard who doesn't have any hair. The little minions didn't care about the fallen bard, they rushed over, picked up their fists and attacked Nalan Xingtian.

"Coming forward, suggest the host dodge to the right. ”

Dodge, escape, always want to escape the troubles that come up, the more you escape, the more panicked, the more cowardly.

But this time, no!

Nalan Xingtian put his right hand on the wooden sword at his waist and drew the sword.

Block!

The little minion's fist slammed into the wooden sword with a thud.

The wooden sword was strong and heavy, and there was no damage, so much so that the little minion shook his hand in pain.

Nalan Xingtian's legs bent slightly, retracted the sword in his hand, and then jumped back and stabbed forward.