In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is when the spring flowers are in full bloom.

The sun is hanging high, in Jinguan City, a small wine shop has long been overcrowded, a towel on his shoulder, with a smile on his face Xiao Er stood on the temporary high platform, and knocked the gong "bell bell" in his hand three times in a row.

Seeing that the guests in the wine shop looked at him, he said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, you are objective, do you want to know the freshest, most exciting, and most exciting major events in the martial arts? Come on, come on, and order two more jars of wine, order a few side dishes for wine, and wait for Mr. Zhao and his old man to talk to you carefully." ”

As soon as Xiao Er's voice fell, everyone below immediately reacted violently, and they slapped the table and shouted.

"Little second brother talks a lot, I've heard your words more than a hundred times, and my ears are about to become calloused, so you better invite Mr. Zhao out quickly." ”

"That's it, we're here to listen to Mr. Zhao's storytelling, but we're not here to listen to your nonsense, don't we just want to make more money? ”

"Yes, yes, yes, serve the wine and food, Ge Laozi, hurry up and invite Mr. Zhao out after the wine and food, otherwise Lao Tzu will immediately smash your shop and let you do a fart business!"

“......”

Xiao Er's face was thick-skinned, and he was not ashamed to hear many words that made him get out of the way, and even harmed his ancestors, as if he was accustomed to this, he first smiled at everyone, and then knocked the gong in his hand, and called out in his voice.

"Mr. Zhao is invited to the stage!"

The side door of the wine shop opened, and an old man in a green shirt and a square hat, with a clear and thin face, and a snow-white long beard under his chin, walked in.

This Mr. Zhao was born in Xiucai, once served as a master, and then somehow abandoned literature and martial arts, and was famous in the martial arts of Sichuan with a set of judges' pen point kung fu, and retired to the rivers and lakes in old age, so he became a storyteller in the wine shop of Jinguancheng.

Because he once had a talent and fame, and he was a famous man with older qualifications in Shuzhong, everyone respectfully called him "Mr. Zhao!"

Who in the rivers and lakes here does not have the dream of being a hero? And ordinary people in the market also have a longing and yearning for the rivers and lakes that seem to be very close to them and far away from them, so Mr. Zhao's storytelling every seven days will make this usually cold wine shop extremely popular.

Mr. Zhao walked on the temporary high platform, first bowed his hands to the four directions, and after passing the greeting ceremony of the people in the rivers and lakes, he lifted the hem of his robe, sat down on the bamboo chair, took a sip of the tea prepared on the table, and said slowly: "Do you know who the two most famous people in martial arts are today?"

"Who else could there be? Naturally, it's Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong!" A high-roller in the audience with a thick-backed knife drank all the rice wine in the bowl and laughed.

"That's right, it's North Qiao Feng and South Murong. Mr. Zhao held the teacup in his right hand, lowered his eyes and gently blew the fine tea foam on the tea, and then continued: "Qiao Feng Qiao gang leader, the dragon palm method shocks the rivers and lakes, there are few enemies, and he is even more loyal and courageous, chivalrous, and admired by the people in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Nan Murong's way of the other, but also Shi He is also famous all over the world, mentioning the name of the Gusu Murong family, who is disrespectful in the rivers and lakes, who is not afraid? These two people, one south and one north, are heroes and heroes who are not born in the martial arts of my Central Plains. ”

The people in the audience all echoed loudly, and two of them who had a relationship with Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong were even more radiant and full of praise for the two.

Seeing that the emotions of the people below were high, Mr. Zhao knew that the time was coming, put down the teacup, raised the startled wood and slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Today, what the old man told you is about the heroic deeds of Qiao Feng Qiao's gang leader. ”

"Seven days ago, the master of Xixia Yipintang ......"

Mr. Zhao told the story of how Qiao Feng was as wise as a torch, how he saw through the conspiracy of Xixia Yipintang, and how he was brave and decisive, and how he led the beggars to defeat his prestige, like a picture scroll spread out in front of everyone, making people feel as if they were there.

"Joe Gang Master, good job!"

"That's right! That's good, a certain family really can't wait to have a fight with these Xixia barbarians with Qiao Gang Leader, and also kill his mother. ”

"According to me, you should let those Western Xia barbarians taste the bitterness, so as not to be weak and bullying for me in the Great Song Dynasty. ”

After some ups and downs of heroic deeds, everyone in the audience listened to the blood and anger, one or two of them turned red, as if they wanted to fight side by side with Qiao's gang leader, this blood surged, it was inevitable that the mouth was dry, and the tea and wine were poured into the stomach without money, and the voice of "Xiao Er on the tea and wine" was even more resounding in the wine shop.

At the counter, the shopkeeper who was beating the abacus saw this, the old face was about to laugh, his eyes narrowed into a slit, shaking his head and humming a little song, as the so-called people are in good spirits at happy events, seeing that the wine sold at this moment is enough to be worth the sum of three days, and the movements in the hands can't help but be neat, and the sound of "crackling" abacus impact is loud.

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

The clear and flat voice came lightly from the window position of the wine shop, avoiding the noisy and noisy sound, and sounded in the ears of the little second brother accurately.

Adding wine and pouring tea, the little second brother, who was busy with his feet not touching the ground, heard the words, and didn't notice anything unusual at all, so he hurriedly brought the jar of wine over.

"Guest officer, I'll fill it up for you. The little second brother diligently unveiled the seal of the wine jar, and filled a bowl for this white-clothed boy with a handsome and extraordinary face in his eyes, and a faint and noble charm between his gestures.

"There's a second brother Lao. A soft smile bloomed on the face of the man in white, and he immediately took a sip of the porcelain bowl containing rice wine, and raised his eyes to look out the window, his eyes were far and deep.

The boy in white is naturally Mo Qingge, Mo Qingge originally only wanted to teleport across the border through Weiyang Xianmen, and then the time difference between him and the Shenzhou world was ten to one, precipitating and polishing his own cultivation, but he didn't expect to come to a world that he was very familiar with.

North Qiao Feng?South Murong?

He has naturally watched Tianlong Babu, whether it is a TV series or the original novel, his cultivation has reached the realm of out-of-body experience, and some vague and even forgotten memories have gradually emerged clearly in his mind.

Judging from the heroic deeds narrated by Mr. Zhao, now that the life history of the Qiaofeng Khitan people has not been revealed, there is naturally no matter of Xingzilin being forced to abdicate, and it is still in the stage of assisting the Northern Song Dynasty, fighting against foreign enemies, and angrily brushing up on prestige.

Gusu Murong Fu has not yet taken the blame for his father's killing of the Shaolin Xuanbei monk, and is still a handsome and heroic man in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes.

In other words, at the foot of the Infinite Mountain, the Northern Shengong in the blessed land of Lang Huan, Ling Bo Weibu should not have been able to be obtained by Duan Yu's stupid boy.

Although with Mo Qingge's current martial arts cultivation, even if Duan Siping is resurrected and Murong Longcheng is restored, Xiaoyaozi has not been able to defeat him in the world, and in the world today, the only one who can compete with him is the dead house sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple.

Mo Qingge took the broad road of raising war with war, converging trickling water, and becoming a mighty river, which is also in line with the martial arts concept of Xuanshui Peak and the sea of all rivers, so the secret classics like the Northern Shengong and Ling Bo Weibu are at your fingertips, and Mo Qingge has no intention of letting go.

The way of martial arts, the most taboo behind closed doors, so the secret book of martial arts for Mo Qingge, has always been the more the merrier, never too little, in addition to learning from the reference, enriching knowledge, there is also to satisfy his own collecting habits.

In this world, the eyes that can make him look at nothing more than Shaolin's Yijin Sutra, seventy-two stunts, many secret masteries of the Xiaoyao faction, the beggars' dragon descending palm method, the dog stick method, the Dali Duan family's one yang finger, the six-vein divine sword, the Gusu Murong clan's douzhuan star shift, and the ginseng and finger.

The rest, in terms of Mo Qingge's martial arts wisdom of both Invite Yue, Bai Choufei and himself, he is better than those so-called famous stunts with any hand.

Carefully calculated, Shuzhong Jinguancheng is actually not too far away from Dali Wuliang Mountain, with Mo Qingge's footsteps, it can be resisted in less than a day.

After drinking a jar of rice wine, Mo Qingge lost a dime of broken silver, and made a good flower carving on a gourd, so he left this wine shop, went out of Jinguan City, and went all the way to the south.

Shuzhong Mountain is beautiful and beautiful, living up to the name of "the country of abundance", unlike the steel cities in later generations, and the railways are rampant, so Mo Qingge did not rush to Dali, living up to the good mountains, rivers and good scenery, but walking slowly.

Even if Lang Huan Jade Cave's Northern Spiritual Skill, Ling Bo Weibu was really preempted by Duan Yu's stupid boy, it would be a fate!

The worst is to go to Li Qiushui, or Wuyazi to "beg" again.

In the next seven days, Mo Qingge let his soul go to the nature of heaven and earth, and his feelings were placed between the mountains and rivers, accompanied by the breeze, and the bright moon shone brightly, gradually producing a kind of disconnected fit with the nature of heaven and earth.

The mysteries between heaven and earth seem to unfold the tip of the iceberg, and sparks of inspiration collide and intertwine in minds, and whimsical ideas come one after another.

While indulging in landscapes and learning from nature, Mo Qingge deduced martial arts, self-confirmed, and unconsciously came to the realm of Dali.