The sun is rising, the morning fog is filled, the sky is red, the distant peaks are near the mountains, the green maple is red, hazy and faint, a peaceful and quiet state.

This is an unnamed town in the border region of the Yanhuang Continent.

Although the day had just dawned, the tea shop in the center of the town was already full, and even in front of the window near a broken wall, there were two thin children, tattered linen clothes, unkempt, at a glance it was clear that they were beggars living on the streets, and they were not hungry for food, so they naturally had no money and could not enter the tea shop to wait.

It's early autumn, it's a little cool, and the two children are curled up with trembling bodies, waiting for something tirelessly, in fact, not only them, but the tea customers of the entire tea shop are waiting.

"Xiao Linzi, do you guess what Mr. will say this time?"

"Naturally, they are still immortals, or else?", replied the slightly younger boy without thinking, and it could be seen that the two children had been secretly listening to books here more than once.

"Alas", with a sigh, the old man who pulled looked a little out of age.

"What's the matter?

The taller little boy turned his back to the wall, leaned against the wall and looked at the sky, did not answer, staring at the lonely goose going south on the horizon, stunned.

"Mr. Storyteller will come in a while, if you can't wait, go first, and I'll tell you when the time comes, and I promise that it will be no worse than what Mr. said," the little boy said to himself, and after finishing speaking, he also learned, "I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next time."

If it was in the past, it would have attracted a snicker, but this time there was no response, and the little boy named Lin Zi looked back curiously.

"When do you say we can fly in the air like that wild goose and go where we want to go," said the boy leaning against the wall, pointing to the lonely goose that was already as small as a black spot in the sky.

"We?"

Xiao Linzi's body trembled, and his blank and empty eyes suddenly showed a little more brilliance, as if he suddenly had spirituality and became very bright.

But looking down at the hands full of dirt, the lines between the palms were a little blurred, and that trace of brilliance gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared in the bottom of my heart.

A beggar, the most humble existence in the market, doesn't even have his own life, how can he fly over the sky and go to the place he wants, that should be the ability of the gods, what to do with the beggar.

"Perhaps, maybe, one day," he replied in a self-comforting whisper.

Hearing this, the little boy who was leaning on the wall got up with a bone, patted Xiao Linzi on the shoulder and said: "It's rare that you think so too! Tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else, I have a hunch, just in the next few days, we will meet the fairy, and in the future, we will become the fairy who waved his hand in the mouth of the gentleman."

"Really?" Lin Zi asked pretending to be curious, "Xiao Zezi, when did you have a hunch?"

"Just now, when I was dozing off, I dreamed, you know, my hunch has always been accurate", the boy looked convinced, as if he could really predict the future.

"Huh?", Xiao Linzi was a little stunned with black lines on his head.

"I dreamed of it just now, I dreamed it during the day!" he pouted, looking up at the rising sun in the east.

"I'm sorry to say that you have a premonition, the last time you had a hunch that I could pick up the silver taels at the door of Liu's house, what was the result? I was bitten by that hungry dog", Lin Zi looked disdainful, and glanced at the unreliable partner beside him with extremely disbelieving eyes.

"That time, hey, sir is here!"

Finally, in the tea shop, Mr. Storyteller came out leisurely, holding a black ruler in his hand, smiling, walking to the table in the middle and standing still, in an instant the whole tea shop was silent, and the needles could be heard, all waiting for Mr. to talk about the past and the present, talk about immortals and demons, and even the two children outside the window stopped arguing, held their breath and listened.

"Ahem!"

The gentleman cleared his throat and glanced out the window, apparently already spotting the two beggars who were eavesdropping, but they just didn't break it.

"Last time, I said that the mountain temple in the barren mountains outside the town once had the manifestation of the mountain god, the mountain god, and the little god, so this time I want to say a more powerful character, who has been seen by the old man with his own eyes, do you want to hear it."

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, the cheers were already ringing, causing the entire window lattice to vibrate.

"Okay! Then the old man will start talking."

As soon as the gentleman slapped the ruler on the table, the tea shop immediately quieted down, and everyone was in a hurry, waiting for the gentleman to speak.

"I still remember, it was more than 200 years ago, on the edge of a desperate situation in the world, a man in white clothes was better than snow, his long sword was like water, and he fought fiercely with many strong men who came from the encirclement, fighting vertically and horizontally, and he couldn't resist it.

"However, the wet clothes are blood, but the one that falls to the ground is the human head, the power of the sword, can stir the heavens and the earth, make the wind and clouds change color, ten thousand rains condense into a sword, nine days of thunder, sword rain and thunder, one person dominates the group, it is very good, that divine power, we can not imagine."

After a moment of silence, he then spoke, "It's a pity!" Even if that person is amazingly brilliant, but he can't withstand the siege of all the strong, and after a while, the man's white clothes are stained red with blood, but he doesn't care about it at all, he is indomitable, and his sword strength is better than before, and he has killed several opponents in a moment, alas, it's just a pity!"

With a faint sigh, there was a hint of sadness in the gentleman's eyes, as if the battle was his own experience.

"What a pity?"

Seeing that Mr. had not written for a long time, the tea guest sitting in the front row asked impatiently.

"It's a pity that heroes are good, dominating the world, and they can't be beaten, but there is no good end after all."

"The man was dragged by the strong and couldn't rush out, after a long time, more strong people rushed to join the encirclement and suppression, among them there was a peerless figure, the wealth of the sky, no less than the man in white, holding a divine spirit bead, from behind into the body of the man who was surrounded, and suddenly the man's breath withered, and his divine power was almost swallowed up by the spirit bead."

Speaking of this, Mr. was not very embarrassed, but had a lot of regrets.

"The divine power was abolished, and he could only be reduced to the flesh of others, at this time, the peerless figure bent his fingers, and a sharp golden sword came out of his hand, stabbing at the eyebrows of the man who was holding the ground with the sword, and wanted to kill them all."

"Wait a minute!"

Someone interrupted, "Mr. has said in the last few times that the center of the eyebrows is where the sea of knowledge of the immortals is located, and once the sea of knowledge is broken, the soul will be scattered, so it seems that the man in white is not bound to die."

"Hehe, yes, and listen to the old man slowly", the gentleman smiled slightly, although he was interrupted, he was not surprised.

"Just when the sword light broke the eyebrows, a sudden change occurred, and a woman in snow clothes appeared in the field like a nine-day jade girl, appeared in the field out of thin air, refining the sword in her hand, and then wanted to force out the spirit bead in the body for the man, and there were four people who followed the woman, and it is said that those four people are giants on the side of the demon road, and their cultivation is unpredictable."

"Sir, do you feel that the man and the woman in the snow suit are both demonic people?" asked many tea customers in unison.

"The woman in the snow suit is a person of the Demon Dao, there is no doubt that as for the man, he is a peerless Tianjiao of the righteous path, but he just intersects with the people of the Demon Dao."

"Good and evil do not stand together, we ordinary people still understand that the immortal who is high above does not know it, so it seems that he deserves to die with a scattered soul!"

The whole teahouse suddenly became lively, swept away the previous pity, and talked about the man's injustice.

"Even if you are a person of the right path, how can you have fellowship with a person of the devil's path, it is really impossible to redeem a hundred deaths!"

"Maybe it's because of the greed for that woman's beauty that he did such a betrayal of morality, haha, the peony flower dies, but it can be regarded as romantic", the son of the Liu family who sat in the front said proudly, attracting bursts of applause.

The voice of controversy has endured for a long time, and people have all kinds of ways, only the storyteller shook his head and smiled bitterly, laughing at the red dust sentient beings, and did not understand the vicissitudes of the world.

After a while, the noise calmed down, and the gentleman looked at everyone and asked, "Is the man who is surrounded by a demon or a demon?"

"Naturally, it's a demon, and it's not an exaggeration to add a knife", all the tea customers replied in unison, and the entire tea shop fell into a dead silence, everyone was waiting for Mr. to give his answer.

At this time, an untimely childish voice sounded, "No, those who bully the more are the bad people."

The sound was not loud, but in this silent tea shop, it spread to every corner, and all the tea customers turned their heads to look at the windowsill from which the sound came, where two beggars in tattered clothes were snuggling up and trying to retreat from the remnant wall.

"It's those two beggars"

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous that two ignorant beggars know something, actually speaking for the devil."

The endless ridicule clearly came into the ears of the two children who still did not leave under the corner, the world was hot and cold, although they were children, they were also used as a joke by the world.

"It's all your fault, we were discovered, I'm afraid we won't be able to listen to books here again," complained the boy named Ozawako.

"But what I said is not wrong, are those who bully the few with the more still become good people?"

At this time, Mr. Storyteller's voice came from the tea shop again, much louder, and it was clearly transmitted outside.

"The merits and demerits are all commented on with future generations, and here is it today, if you want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next time, everyone disperse."

At this time, all the tea guests sat up one after another, and although they were not very happy, they still retreated to the door.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a sound of gold and iron, like a dragon chanting in the sky, high and clear, resounded all over the world.

In the town, the sharp iron swords of countless people, and even all the utensils, copper tripods, and even the silver taels in their pockets began to tremble slightly, as if they were about to escape.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone rushed out and hurried home to see if anything was missing.

In the huge tea shop, only Mr. Storyteller was left in an instant, and I saw him caressing the trembling ruler in his hand and whispering: "What a familiar breath, could it be that his sword has reappeared in the world? It seems that this long-calm world will be lively again."

"Hey, mixed with the red dust, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is still not a mere love word", the storyteller looked up at the sky, wanting to see through the luck and cause and effect of the world.

"Huh, these two little babies, it's good luck, I don't know which one will become his disciple", deep eyes, glanced out the window, and then, the tall figure gradually transformed into countless stars, disappeared, leaving only a few residual sounds.

"Time is like water, so like this, today is in front of us, yesterday is over, and it is time to meet some old friends."