"Cleaning the dust", there is a slightly old teahouse on the edge of the capital of Jiangguo, and a group of people who temporarily rest on the way in and out of the city will gather here on weekdays, drink a big bowl of tea here and continue to hurry.

This humble teahouse is also quite famous in Fangyuan, because there is a storyteller here who comes almost every day to tell a story that he is said to have experienced firsthand. But what is unbelievable is that his experience actually covers many aspects of the changes in the rivers and lakes, merchants and trade, border wars, and occasionally talks about history and culture like others.

No one can tell whether the story is like this, but the storytelling skills are indeed first-class, which is undeniable.

Some of the regulars of the tea house have become accustomed to listening to him while drinking tea, and they also come to drink a pot of tea every afternoon. Although they are regular customers, few people know the origin of the storyteller, and they are relieved to know each other.

There are only two young men in the teahouse who seem to be new to the world, plus the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper is about fifty years old and looks tough, but he seems to be unable to resist the pressure of the years and is a little rickety.

"Your favorite tea has new leaves, and this fresh first pot is for you to taste. The shopkeeper smiled and kindly brought the storyteller a pot of tea.

The tea leaves from this are also deeply liked by the shopkeeper, but unfortunately there are dozens of tea trees in the major royal families and the eight clans of the town, and they are all picked in the spring before the Ming Dynasty. His small teahouse, it is all because of his friendship with the emperor of the palace that he has a cheeky face to ask for a few taels every year, but he is still taken by this storyteller, this is the so-called hero cherishes the hero!

Having said that, every time I take it out and soak it, the shopkeeper feels distressed.

The storyteller nodded and continued to talk about some classical martial arts deeds. The storyteller is old and frail, pale and gray-haired, dressed in green clothes, but he doesn't look like much of a literati, but has a bit of a vague temperament, and he doesn't charge for storytelling, but only covets a good pot of tea in the teahouse.

It was different from usual, today's guests all sat quietly around the table with just a simple cup of tea, no one shouted at Xiao Er, and no one cheered for the storyteller, and the audience was silent.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse is also a human being, so it is naturally impossible not to notice it, but he is also very good and did not go to inquire. There are some things that I didn't do by myself, and besides, it seems to be more interesting.

There was a man sitting alone at a corner table, dressed in inky clothes, with long black hair covering half of his face, and he looked like a kind-faced scholar, but he had a long unsheathed sword in his hand, and the sword body was pitch black. He nodded from time to time, acknowledged the wonderful storytelling, and drank a bowl of tea.

And he didn't seem to notice that everyone present was looking at him with subtle eyes, as if his words were disturbing everyone listening to the book. But the storyteller was obviously very satisfied with this bosom friend, and often responded to the Tsing Yi people with tea instead of wine.

Suddenly, the old door was forced open by a strong wind, and the storyteller was also at this time to shoot the waking wood, and the scene was instantly quiet, waiting silently......

The storyteller said, "Taiji Palace, the place where Taizu is in charge of cultivation, there is not even a straw for meditation except for the shelves full of blades and various martial arts books. But I have to say that this Taizu head is a top figure, who has broken into the extreme path for nearly fifty years, and has won the prestige of the Taiji Palace with the power of the extreme way. It's a pity......" The storyteller shook his head with a look of regret, "It's a pity, ......"

"What is a pity?" asked someone who couldn't help but be curious.

"Smack!" slammed the table, and the storyteller said: "As one of the four pole grandmasters of that generation, the head of Taizu of Taiji Palace, he is a man of high art and courage, and he ascended the lintel of the Eight Clans with the power of the Extreme Dao, and fought to make a move, claiming: The Eight Clans, you should go." ”

"And then?"

"Since ancient times, the Liu clan, as the head of the eight clans of the Zhenshi, should have been the first to bear it, but the head of Taizu seems to have deliberately avoided something, and finally picked Liu Qingcheng. What do you know about the future?"

At the end, everyone shook their heads and looked, "Mr. Storyteller, don't sell it, but I'm in a hurry!"

The storyteller looked at the one in the corner, and the scholar with a black sword in his hand smiled back, and he also smiled back and bowed his head lightly, and said: "On that day, the head of Taizu can be described as mighty, invincible in the world, and one person showed his sharp strength, swept the major masters of the Liu clan, and forced the Liu clan, which has stood for thousands of years, to have a sense of crisis. ”

"And then?" someone asked anxiously.

Later, the Liu clan walked out of a young man out of nowhere, and heard that his face was like a peach blossom and a beautiful Pan An, and his temperament was close to the immortal ethereal realm, as if an immortal had come to the world, and he was in the glory of the sun, his feet broke through the void, his hands shook the blue sky, a knife cut off the heavenly thunder river, and a sword split the sun, moon and stars, which can be described as extremely brilliant, and the four worlds of the eight directions, the four poles have been invincible since ancient times, but they have also been defeated, and the eight sects have been strong since ancient times, and the union is not the enemy of one blow. What's more, the head of Taizu was extremely powerful by the holy and radiant young man who broke the martial arts with one hand, but it was a pity that the head of Taizu thought that this battle was a close battle, but it was a fiasco. ”

"Impossible?" someone looked incredulous and retorted: "Since ancient times, the Extreme Dao has been invincible, and the Four Extreme Dao has been tied with heaven and earth, where is the stronger one?"

The storyteller shook his head and smiled: "How big the world is! There are so many mortals, who knows how invincible they are?"

However, the scholar who was sitting in the corner of the room said kindly: "I heard that the current head of the Taiji Palace, Daoist Yun Song, is an extremely simple and capable person, with a simple life and simple speech, and even the guidance to the disciples is only a few words. But he is also highly accomplished in martial arts, and the status of the Taiji Palace faction in martial arts has risen all the way since he took office, and it has approached the top of the thirty-six factions. There is also a disciple who is known as the 'peerless Tianjiao'. He was a layman disciple, and at the age of sixteen, he defeated Xu Wanjian, a swordsman from the rivers and lakes who came to challenge, and since then he has become famous, and was accepted as a closed disciple by the top master of Taiji Palace at that time. I heard that he was talented, and he would soon be able to take over the important responsibility of the head of Taiji Palace, but now the name of Yunsong Dao Chief, although he rarely walks around the rivers and lakes, almost all the people in the martial arts forest. I don't know what Mr. thinks, this generation of Taiji Palace Tianjiao deserves to be compared with the Liu Tianjiao?"

The storyteller smiled, "Tianjiao Tianjiao, after all, can't withstand the years, the years are like a knife cutting Tianjiao, generation after generation of elegance and generation of pride, generation after generation of Tianjiao Chang martial arts." ”

"Today's Liu clan has been dull for a long time, and people can't see how much grace they have, let alone the depths?

The scholar who was also a high-spirited young man clenched the sword in his hand with one hand, got up and bowed respectfully to the storyteller, and said: "There are not many masters in the world, and you can see one or two in this life, and it is a bad life!"

After that, he turned around and left, walking at a brisk pace all the way, light and trance-like.

The audience looked at the storyteller curiously, curious, isn't the storyteller in front of him also a master who is hidden in the city?

The scholar with a good face went out, raising his eyes to look at the sky, his eyes like the stars and the sea.

He recalled that in the empty Taiji Palace, two thin figures were facing each other, one dressed in white, which was the posture of a young man, and the other was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, middle-aged and stable.

"You're here anyway. "One of them is Daoist Yunsong.

"Yes, I don't know why, but I'm here anyway. The other person was Qingchen, one of Yun Song's two proud disciples.

"Then release your twenty years of cultivation with all your might. Yun Song said and threw out a pitch-black sword for Qingchen, this is one of his two most precious swords, the two black swords are almost exactly the same, and they rarely use it to practice swords on weekdays, but they often wipe it. The blade of the sword is black and blooming, and the courage is more than a person, and you can know that it is a sword at a glance.

After Qingchen received the sword, he showed the "chasing clouds" swordsmanship that he had just realized, and this set of swordsman walked with the sword, fused with the sword, and almost stepped into the door of superior swordsmanship. As usual, he attacked his master without reservation.

In the past, no matter how much Qingchen integrated the kung fu of Taiji Palace, the master could always be on par with himself. But today is different, he uses a self-created sword technique that he has never used before.

Can he be forced to retire this time? Qingchen didn't know, but he could only choose to go all out.

"The moment you hesitate, you've already lost. "It's this slight distraction, Yun Song Dao people have noticed it, and said.

Yun Song Dao held the scabbard in his hand and waved it unhurriedly, but every swing just happened to dissolve Qingchen's sword momentum. A simple scabbard was like an iron wall in Qingchen's eyes, and his own sword couldn't break through the master's three-foot defense.

Qingchen used his whole body to exert his sword moves to the extreme, whether it was the speed of the sword or the strength of the sword, it had exceeded its own limit. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the sword momentum was driving him or he was controlling the sword momentum, but he didn't have the strength to think about it, so he could only continue to swing the sword in his hand as best he could, and he had no choice.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, Qingchen woke up from the sword momentum, he couldn't believe his eyes, the scabbard in Shizun's hand was actually cut off by himself, and a touch of red was slowly oozing out of Yun Song's chest, soaked in blue-gray Dao robe.

Yun Song Daoren's face was calm, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes looked at Qingchen lightly, this child he brought up with one hand. There was not a trace of expression on his face, as if the half-foot-long wound was not cut on himself.

Suddenly, Qingchen turned around and rushed out!

Qingchen's mind was blank, the half-cut scabbard that fell to the ground, the terrifying wound on the master's chest, the crane-haired and childlike Taoist leader, and the compassionate eyes of the common people, all of these were all telling him a certain message in silent language, but he had no time to understand these words, he just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

Obviously, his martial arts have taken a big step forward, and it is clear that no one around him has any malice towards him, but Qingchen still feels infinite panic, and he just wants to escape in his mind. The brothers and sisters flocked to it, and they vaguely heard them shouting something, and they wanted to stop themselves?

No, no. Qingchen waved the sword in his hand, and the swords of the juniors and disciples were cut off one after another, and they were broken back by Qingchen. If a person who is obsessed with martial arts sees this scene, you will feel that this person's martial arts have reached the peak and become natural. I saw a white shadow swept out of the Taiji Palace quickly, swinging his sword to split the blade in front of him in the rapid movement, this action was smooth, and the movement speed was almost not affected.

"If you go crazy, let him go first!" Yun Song Dao people in the Taiji Palace only sighed softly.

(You may be a little confused when you read it, and you can write about it to others.) But don't think about it, because this is a foreshadowing for the future, please remember that some of the characters that appeared later are more important supporting roles, and the young ones are like Hua Yunfei and the Shaking Light Holy Son in the sky, and old age is also very important. But now give them an appearance.,There is a foreshadowing meaning and other intentions!Please wait for the excitement in the back.,Because the birth chapter is coming to an end.,The next one is the Zhendong Mansion chapter.,It's too much!)