Ten days later.

A city in the realm of the Song people that has not been disturbed by the war, the inn is full of people, whether it is adults and children, women and children, old men, all flock to the hall on the first floor, surrounding the central plot of water, many people who can't squeeze in jump to the side table to look around, and don't know what to see.

But seeing that the structure of this inn is transparent, the hall on the first floor is open, and the diners on the second floor can also see the panoramic view of the first floor in the stands and the corridor railing, and there is a small square table in the center of the first floor, and there is a pot of herbal tea left on the table in addition to a plate of pickled radish, which is simple and abnormal.

There was a girl who was only eight or nine years old waiting next to her, and unlike the children around her who were eating with relish, this girl only had a tray in her hand, which was probably attracted by the sound of her peers biting her mouth, and the girl glanced at several children of the same age with some greed, and saw that they were all looking at it and quickly looked down and did not dare to look more.

After being silent for a while, she mustered up the courage to look up at the surroundings, and looked back and forth at the onlookers with a pair of smart eyes, there was some timidity in her eyes, and more fear, as if those uncles and aunts were some man-eating monsters, although she was afraid, she still remembered her grandfather's entrustment, knowing that these people were the financial owners of their grandfathers, and whether they could afford to eat or not would depend on which of these people were generous rich people.

So the girl kept looking at the visitors, not daring to slack off.

After half a ring, accompanied by the sound of the erhu that the old man gradually pulled, the voice that made people immersed in it slowly sounded: "On the seventh day of the sixth month, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Nashi Villa gathered, just waiting for the arrival of a man, the atmosphere in the venue was solemn and severe, the next morning, the fog was filled, and the lingering fog lingered on Zhongnan Mountain, which seemed to bring a prelude to this feast, and soon, the keeper of the villa saw the carriage slowly moving in the distance, and a man with a black knife was strolling to the .........."

With the gradual sound of the erhu, the storyteller's emotional opening remarks also began to reach everyone's ears, and the bleak erhu sound was very immersive, and many people had already listened to it, but the storyteller immediately paused.

provoked the onlookers to urge: "What's going on in the back!?" You mean! ”

After listening, the storyteller picked up his teapot and took a sip without hurrying, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, the old man will explain." ”

Having said that, the storyteller was not in a hurry, first signaled to the little girl on the side, and then said: "Chenghui, everyone who has money to hold a money field and no money to hold a personal field, the old man will thank you here." ”

After saying that, the little girl holding the tray walked forward and walked around, looking a little nervous, and she couldn't get a hammer after walking half a circle, and the girl didn't dare to look up at the guest officer throughout the whole process, shrinking her head like a frightened little white rabbit.

Soon, with a clang, the girl only felt that the tray in her hand sank, looked at the handicap in surprise, and then looked at the person in surprise.

"Thanks.... Thank you.... The lord rewarded ....."

The sound is like a mosquito and a fly, many people can see at a glance that the little girl is walking the rivers and lakes for the first time, and most of them also give a kind smile, but some people still shout dissatisfiedly: "Okay, okay, don't ink!" Hurry up and say, what's next! ”

directly retracted the frightened little girl's little hand, and walked back to her grandfather with a pale face.

Seeing this, the storyteller sighed silently, although less is less, but he can receive money, and his grandfather's food is at least settled, and what they do is to eat according to people's faces, and pay attention to a smiling face to welcome people, but their granddaughter, alas......

The dough is always too thin, so you will go hungry.

Putting away these thoughts, the storyteller began to tell again, and with his very skillful words, he quickly put everyone into the scene as if they were there.

At the same time, in the doorless private room on the second floor, there was a group of fierce-looking white-clothed people, each of whom was carrying a knife with a gloomy expression, and at a glance he knew that he was not a good person.

In the middle sat an old man dressed in a silk forging robe, his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the middle of the sound, a sword-eyed, handsome young man beside him asked, "Master Tai, are we going back to White Camel Mountain next?" ”

It was Ouyang Feng and his gang, who didn't immediately speak when he heard the words, Ouyang Feng listened to the storyteller downstairs in his ears, and nodded slowly: "Well, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was defeated this time, not to mention many good hands, and the disciples who sat down also died on the spot, this revenge, it is impossible for him not to revenge, his grudge with Dongzhang is now irresolvable, and with his temperament, he will definitely make a comeback again." ”

"The rise of Dongzhang has been unstoppable, the rivers and lakes will inevitably usher in a bloody storm, in the past, many people who were not used to seeing our old things, presumably will also come out of the mountain, this piece of rivers and lakes, it seems that it is going to be reshuffled......"

Yang Guo and the others were shocked when they heard this, and the cold hairs on their bodies stood upside down, which ..... How so? Isn't Master Tai one of the Five Uniques?

It is true that the five uniques are respected on the rivers and lakes, but no one can make all the people recognize and obey, even if the emperor is still dissatisfied, and then revolt, not to mention them, the rivers and lakes.

Ouyang Feng knows the truth very well, isn't this how his White Camel Villa came over, after he won the name of Western Poison, many people in White Camel Villa used the name of Western Poison to rob homes and do that bandit, Ouyang Feng knew, but he also turned a blind eye.

Although I don't know if Dongzhang will recruit those Jianghu ronins who defected to him in order to make the ancient tomb bigger, but Ouyang Feng can be sure of one thing, that is, Dongzhang's duel with these old five peers is not far away, and that man will definitely pull them off the altar with his own hands and shape his own 'myth'.

He knows himself very well as a student, Dongzhang is not a person who is willing to be left behind, and the five absolute is definitely not his ultimate goal, his goal is to reach the top.

And the road to the summit is blocked by the four mountains of his own, can Dongzhang not cross it?

Ouyang Feng thought about it, because he also wanted to reach the top when he was young, but there were too many masters in the same period, and there was a Wang Chongyang who was a cut above them, and that road was too difficult to walk.

Unlike his own gradual aging, Dongzhang has achieved great achievements at a young age, and it is when he is full of ambition, he will definitely take that road.

Ouyang Feng was very sure.

Thinking so in his heart, Ouyang Feng immediately felt a sense of crisis lingering in his heart, and instantly lost interest in listening, put down the wine glass and got up and walked downstairs: "Go back to the village, then I will retreat for a period of time, and the affairs of the White Camel Villa are all decided by the young owner." ”

"Yes!"

White Camel Mountain and his entourage followed Ouyang Feng's footsteps downstairs, Yang Guo hung at the end, looked at Ouyang Feng's back with a complicated expression, and muttered, "Master Tai is also old...... Yang Guo, Yang Guo, you should grow up quickly, quickly grow into a towering tree to protect the old master is ......"

As he spoke, the young man walked down the stairs with a firm gaze, and threw a money bag on the tray in the hand of the little girl next to the storyteller......

.....................

It's night.

The storyteller's ancestors and grandchildren live in a simple shack, maybe they eat the big chicken leg they miss at night, or maybe they don't have those strange uncles and aunts around, although the house is simple, but the little girl has become lively again, and her eyes are more agile, at this time she looks like she should be at this age.

"Grandpa, they all say that Dongzhang is a villain and a big devil?"

The little girl had naturally finished listening to the story of Nashi Villa here, and at this time she couldn't help but ask her grandfather beside her with some doubts.

The storyteller smiled when he heard this, stretched out his palm covered with ravines and touched the girl's smooth hair: "Let's tell the storyteller, it doesn't matter if he is a good person or a bad person, let's just say that we don't judge .........."

The little girl was stunned for a while, and then pouted: "If he can let us eat a full meal, and can make Yun'er eat big chicken legs, then he is a good person........."

"Hehehehehe......."

The storyteller was also amused by his granddaughter's childish words, and tucked the quilt to the girl's shoulder, and said softly: "Sleep.... Ming'er has to get up early. ”

"Uh-huh........"

The girl closed her eyes obediently, and she couldn't help but think of the figure of Mohu she had never met.......