Time flies, time shuttles, time is four years, Li Jiayuan, originally an extremely ordinary small town and small village, has now become a holy place for countless martial people, the tattered city wall, the terrible ravines drawn by the sword, the pieces of scorched earth, all introduce people to the fierceness of the war.

There are guests to the tavern, when it was almost razed to the ground in the war, and now a three-storey restaurant has been built on the old site, the name is still called Youkelai, but the boss is no longer the palace shopkeeper, instead of the shop Xiaoer who was seriously injured at the beginning, I am afraid that it is the sequelae of the serious injury, the waist of the shop Xiaoer has never been straightened up, and over time the shouting calls him the shop Luo Guo, although it is ridiculed but it sounds very clear, the shop Xiaoer did not have a theory of anything, and gladly accepted.

The restaurant has three floors, the first floor is the lobby, the second and third floors are private rooms, the central control design makes the whole restaurant look transparent and atmospheric, and it is also brighter.

"The stars in the sky are unknown for many months, and the people on the earth are unfair. The birds in the trees are noisy, and the fish in the river are unclear. ”

Knock knock knock......

"Four sentences of gossip have been said, four sentences are gossip, eight sentences are outlines, and twelve sentences are guides, leading to half a volume of the remnant book and a poem of "Xijiangyue". Ladies and gentlemen, old and young, don't think I'm clumsy, humble, stupid, and untrue. All of you sit firmly in the row, watch the storyteller, push away the small drum covered with cowhide, knock open the three planks that float across the river and the sea, and rap for everyone to dispel your worries and relieve boredom. In the middle of the lobby of the restaurant, three tables are erected, the highest table stands on a birch chair, a young man on the chair sits firmly with Erlang's legs, the young man's skin is white, his eyes are bright, he wears a tiger head hat on his head, he holds a picture folding fan in his left hand, and a red flag drum in his right hand, he looks very clever with a thin figure.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are drinking so much, today let's talk about the legend of the opening of the Tianmen of the Li Family Courtyard four years ago!" The boy tapped the drum with his fan and made a clanging sound.

The lobby is already full, there are local Li family courtyards, there are admirers, there are also people who follow the legend and want to find out, there are only twenty tables in the lobby, but where can these twenty tables sit down, there are peanuts against the wall, there are wine jugs sitting on the railing, and there are more artists who dare to hang upside down on the fence on the second floor, everyone can't help but applaud when they hear the teenager finish speaking, even if this one doesn't know how many times to say, but every time it sounds like that.

"We are all in the last book, the last time I said that the gate of heaven was opened, then Li Shuzhen and Fairy Li sucked the fire of the five essences in the world and turned into a phoenix and flew into the gate of heaven, and saw a pair of red giant hands stretched out from the gate of heaven and firmly grasped the two gates of heaven that stood up to the sky and the earth......

The storyteller paused at this point, picked up a purple gourd on his waist and raised his head to take a sip, smacking his mouth with a painful face, and a drinker immediately shouted under the table: "Stinky boy, don't drink if you can't drink, tell the story quickly, what kind of monster is this pair of red giant hands?" ”

The storyteller was choked, coughed twice, and then said in a hoarse voice: "It's your grandmother's leg!" Hahaha...... "There was also laughter under the table, but only the person who rebuked was red-faced.

"Guest officer, you don't have to be angry, saying that your grandmother's leg is also lifting you, if you want to say what this giant hand is, it's not very clear what it is," the storyteller continued when everyone in the hall was about to have a seizure: "Although I don't know, but our Sword Saint is clear, I saw a move in his right hand, and the Black Xuan Heavy Sword turned into a streamer and flew into his hand, and then said loudly: 'I often hear people say that everyone under the Heavenly Dao is an ant, and today I will meet your divine Heavenly Dao, and you dare to fight!" After saying this, I heard a deafening cold snort from the heavenly gate, and a thunderbolt the thickness of an arm slashed down in the sky, ......clicking, clicking, clicking,

The storyteller stopped talking about this, raised the wine gourd and drank it, as if the liquor in this pot was not choking people or burning, and it seemed to be to whet everyone's appetite, until someone asked: "Those giant hands are the hands of the Heavenly Dao?" What's going on in the end? Did Juggernaut get hacked to death? Several people chimed in.

The storyteller suddenly turned his head, staring down at the person who spoke, "Fart, how can the Sword Saint be so easy to be hacked to death, he didn't even look at the lightning, holding the red Ling Fairy turned into a horse and crashed head-on into the thunder, the rumbling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and when the thunder dissipated in the air, the Sword Saint pinched the trick with both hands and came to a law phase heaven and earth, and his body skyrocketed as tall as the gate of heaven!" ”

"Nonsense, isn't this law phase heaven and earth Sun Wukong's trick? Why did you get here? The bearded man in the corner shouted with the strength of the wine, he didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, everyone reacted, and the boos came one after another.

The storyteller was not annoyed, his eyes swept over the contempt on everyone's faces, "The frog at the bottom of the well, you know a fart!" Lao Tzu said this is afraid that you don't understand, this law is a kind of Taoism, non-Taoist people can not use it, with their own way in heaven and earth, the so-called human law of the earth, the law of the earth, the law of heaven, the law of nature, is said to be this, boy, if you understand the true meaning of this in the future, don't forget to invite Lao Tzu to drink! ”

Although the drinkers listened to it in a fog, what they said was convincing and vibrant, and they couldn't help but nod their heads and pretend to have a look of sudden realization.

"Let's say that after the Sword Saint cast the Law Aspect Heaven and Earth, there was a deep groan in the Heavenly Gate, the pair of red giant hands disappeared, but the sky was suddenly as dark as night, and a coercion fell on the Sword Saint's body like Mount Tai, and in a trance, the black sky seemed to be lit with two lanterns, and two yellow pillars of light shot directly at the Sword Saint and the Hongling, the Sword Saint was oppressed but not angry, snorted coldly, his wrist flicked, and the black Xuan heavy sword in his hand shot straight out like an arrow from the string, and the speed was so fast that the eyes couldn't see it at all, There was a muffled grunt in the sky, and the two lanterns shook unnaturally, only to hear someone shouting, 'Bold! The strong wind blows in the face, and a dark blue devil's claw covered with scales stretches out from the cloud and grabs straight towards the two Sword Saints, snoring, snoring, la-la, at this moment as if the heavens and the earth are going to be torn apart, the piercing wind is mixed with a pungent fishy smell, the Sword Saint did not have a trace of panic, and pointed like a sword pointing away, poof, the devil's claws were directly pierced by this finger, only to hear the Sword Saint said in a high-spirited manner: 'If you don't retreat, don't blame the sword in my hand for being merciless!'" The sonorous sound is endless, like a dragon chanting like a phoenix, and then the sword master is like a sharp sword inserted in the heavens and the earth. ”

The storyteller said so much in one breath, his face turned red, and he gasped for two breaths before continuing: "The sword qi rushed straight into the sky, only to hear an ethereal woman's voice coming from the heavenly gate: 'Cangtian, return to its position quickly!'" The two lanterns in the sky shook three times, as if they were very afraid of the sound, and even the light that shot out was much dimmer, and the cry shook the sky, and the dark sky slowly became clear, 'Oh! As if unwilling, as if unwilling, the roar revealed a trace of grievance, and the sword saint looked at the empty sky with a smile, "It turned out to be just a spirit pet, it seems that I still overestimated myself!" As he spoke, his body changed to the size of a normal person, and then he knelt down on one knee and bowed to the gate of heaven, "Xuanyuan Kunlun worships the sky, thank you for your mercy!" With a bang, although he stood in the air, the kowtow really made a sound as if he had hit the ground. At this moment, I only heard a squeaky sound from the gate of heaven, "Hmph, the son can be taught, since it is Yuanfeng's intercession, let's break the rules today, if you can enter before the gate of heaven is closed, you can come in, and if you can't get in, fate has not arrived!" ’”

The storyteller didn't say anything further when he said this, as if he was drunk and slumped on the chair, and everyone in the audience didn't dare to urge him like this, after all, he also had a lesson from the past, until a crisp voice around the corner asked: "Then did this sword saint enter or not?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall swept over with their eyes, and when they heard this, they knew that this person was definitely not local, who in the local area did not know the legend of the Sword Saint flying into the gate of heaven, and saw three young men dressed as Taoist priests sitting in the corner, talking was a little Taoist priest with a white face like jade, red lips and white teeth, but what really caught the eye was the black small leaf red sandalwood brocade box on the back of the little Taoist behind him, with a black luster like jade, plus the natural carving on the box, the bare box is a rare treasure, Not to mention what's inside the box.

"Hehe, entered, of course entered, what a joke, others laughed at me for being too crazy, I laughed at others who couldn't see through it, I never thought that I would meet a guy as crazy as me today!" The storyteller said with a smile as if he were talking nonsense from a drunken man.

The little Taoist priest didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, and chuckled: "Since this Sword Saint is so divine as you say, then who is he, why haven't I heard of it when I grow up in Wudang?" ”

A group of people looked at each other, and even more couldn't hold back their laughter like fools, but saw that the storyteller turned his head a little and landed next to the little Taoist, raised the little Taoist's chin under his frivolous gaze, and looked at it, "My Tao is an ignorant little Taoist, it turns out to be a little fairy girl!" As he spoke, he didn't care about the little Daoist's knife man's eyes, sat next to him, hugged the little Daoist's shoulders and said, "If you want to say who the Sword Saint is, it has a lot of origins, does the Xuanyuan family know?" ”