“……”

Rarely, there was silence in the lobby.

Lin Feng was not puzzled, because at first, after reading Mr. Ji Xiu's story about Chongyang Zhenren, he also sighed in his heart.

Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying met and knew each other and then fell in love.

For the sake of the world, Chongyang Zhenren resolutely left despite Lin Nuxia's several obstructions.

When he came back again and wanted to get back together, he was met by Lin Chaoying's determination.

The two started to compete, and then played real fire.

A tomb of the living dead and a Chongyang Palace seem to be close to each other, but in fact, they are getting farther and farther away until they die of old age.

Putting away the emotions in his heart, Linfeng said with a smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, now do you understand what rivers and lakes are?"

Hearing Linfeng's words, the martial artists below came back to their senses, and they seemed to understand a little.

Just like the question faced by Chongyang Zhenren, guarding the world or guarding one person?

They have also faced many choices, adventures, divine weapons, exercises, wealth, brotherhood, and rivers and lakes are their lives.

At the same time, the rivers and lakes are also involuntarily!

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's little story, what Mr. Ji wants to convey to all martial artists is the rivers and lakes!"

"A river full of helplessness, full of love and hatred, let the world walk into this river and lake written by martial artists with swords, blood and tears."

“……”

After Lin Feng finished speaking, the martial artists in the audience were in an uproar and applauded.

"From now on, we are all Jianghu people!"

"Hahaha, good, good rivers and lakes, when a big white float!"

"Scholars don't eat grains, the five bodies are not diligent, Buddhism only knows how to eat and fast, and the Taoist sect prides itself on getting rid of dust and being high, only we are martial artists, walking the way of the world, traveling to the red dust, and drinking the wind and moon!"

“…… Mr. Ji is talented! ”

The martial artists were reveling, and their emotions were extremely high, they never thought that anyone could understand them so well.

Even they suspect that Mr. Ji himself is a martial artist. Otherwise, how could Mr. Ji know them so well?

In the corner of the lobby, Liu Moyan took a deep breath, and there was a touch of heat rolling in his eyes.

"A term coined specifically for Takefu! If the word 'Jianghu' is recognized by the Heavenly Dao, then ......"

Liu Moyan's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously looked out the window.

And just as he looked out the window, a sudden tremor erupted in Kyoto Castle.

It's not the earth dragon turning over, it's the long howl of the warriors!

On the high platform, the storyteller turned around suddenly, squinted his eyes and looked out the window, he knew that the rest of his peers had also finished speaking at this moment!

And the person who chooses other stories can cause such a shock, for a while, he can't help but feel unprecedented pressure!

There was competition among the twelve storytellers.

"-Boom!" Suddenly, I only heard an angry roar, the tables and chairs were broken, and a burly martial artist shouted: "From today onwards, the Sprinkle family is a person from the rivers and lakes, and he is no longer a vulgar martial artist!" ”

This sound seemed to have caused a chain reaction, and among the washers, more and more people in the rivers and lakes broke out to cultivate, looking up to the sky and roaring.

This is the moment when Kyoto is truly shaken!

It was at this time that something seemed to awaken in the darkness of heaven and earth.

In the depths of the palace, a middle-aged man dressed in white opened his eyes, and then suddenly got up, stepped out and came to the depths of the hall, a huge map of the mountains and rivers that encompassed the great sun.

A colorless transparent dragon shadow floated and let out a low groan.

At the moment when the transparent luck dragon shadow appeared, it was followed by another golden transparent dragon shadow tumbling and opening his eyes!

And the moment the golden dragon appeared, he saw a silver-white dragon raise its head from the living map and let out a low roar.

"-Wow!" On the living map, the blue sea luck rolls, and the cyan luck dragon makes a dragon roar.

The four dragons of luck, gold represents Buddha, white represents Tao, and the largest cyan represents Confucianism.

The man in white had a pair of deep eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and his eyes were staring at the transparent dragon of luck.

"-Martial arts luck, open your eyes again!" After the man finished speaking, his long sleeves shook off and walked quickly to the door of the main hall.

A young feminine eunuch with crane hair and a childish face had already stood with his hands down, and when he saw a middle-aged man, he immediately saluted.

“…… Your Majesty. ”

The man glanced at him, continued to look at the sky, and said, "Martial Dao luck has woken up, my great yang luck has grown again!" ”

The eunuch bowed and congratulated, "Congratulations to Your Majesty." ”

"Hmph." The middle-aged man chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Tongxi, Tongxi, hahaha..."

After speaking, he put his hands behind his back and strode back to the palace.

"Let the people below investigate, figure out the cause and effect, remember, be sure to wake up this martial arts dragon to me completely..."

"Hmph, but don't let it fall asleep again."

“…… Be. ”

The feminine eunuch straightened up, glanced at the sky, and there was no joy or sorrow in his deep, weather-beaten eyes, and then turned to leave.

Well, I woke up, but I didn't quite wake up.

“……”

In the middle of a Taoist temple somewhere in the imperial city.

A pair of eyes magnify infinitely from the depths of the Taoist temple, overlooking the whole of Kyoto, and taking in the whole of Kyoto.

Then the phantom of these indifferent eyes disappeared.

- White Horse Academy.

"Oh? I woke up, but it was possible to fall asleep again. On the top floor of Wangshan River Tower, a chuckle came from a long time later.

Then, Li Qingshan walked out of the building with a very ugly face.

"How?" Another great Confucian immediately caught up.

"Hmph, what about the peak of the ancient martial arts? If you are disliked by heaven and earth, it will be difficult to become a great weapon in the end, and you can still suppress my Confucianism and Taoism? ”

After speaking, Li Qingshan threw up his sleeves and left.

Seeing this, another great Confucian looked up at the suddenly gloomy sky, thought for a moment, and said to himself, "Yes." ”

After speaking, he quickly chased after him and said, "What's next?" ”

"When I wake up, let it continue to sleep for me, it's annoying." In the distance, Li Qingshan's disgusted voice was heard.

“……”

In the Guozijian, Shangshu Academy, some ancient temples in the deep mountains of Kyoto, and quiet Taoist temples, there are people who open their eyes one after another, and then ignore them again.

A moment of glory is just like a moment of beauty, why be afraid? Luck fights for eternity, but you don't have to look at it for a while.

Takeo? After all, it can't be on the stage, martial arts luck is sleeping, that is the incompetence of martial artists in the past dynasties, and it is just normal to wake up now, is it very proud? It wasn't supposed to fall asleep!

Besides, isn't it fully awake yet?

Well, maybe I'll fall asleep again soon.

……

Kyoto, the residence of the Ministry of Rites, the backyard of the Ling family.

Ling Chen, who was dressed in black, quietly looked at the white-clothed self in front of him, and his golden energy floated around his body in the white morning.

"Don't be anxious." The black-clothed Ling Chen said softly.

Bai Yi Ling Chen seemed to hear her words, and the fluctuating energy around her body became smooth and soft again.

Suddenly, the black-clothed Ling Chen seemed to have sensed something and looked out the window.

"Click, click, click." The raindrops the size of beans suddenly fell, quickly hitting the ground, and then pouring rain.

It's just that this rain is as sharp as a sword, piercing!

After a while, the black-clothed Ling Chen calmly retracted his gaze, waved his hand gently, and the window closed gently. Except for a flash of surprise in her eyes at first, and then she stopped paying attention to it.

……

……

On this day, the emperor smiled.

The Confucian saints were surprised, the Taoist leaders were surprised, and some of the bodhisattvas were surprised, well, but only surprised...... Nothing more.

No one cares about this little thing......

In Kyoto Castle, the cheers of the martial artists lasted for a long time, and some kendo masters even performed a sword spirit.

The Washe Restaurant was poked into a sieve by the vertical and horizontal sword qi.

The swordsmen staged what it means to be a heavy knife line, and the smooth streets were cut into a mess, causing congestion in the downtown carriages.

The tall and low buildings are crowded with shadows, and many people's roof tiles have been directly trampled and fallen to the street.

On the street, the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes made outstanding achievements, attracting the crowd to exclaim.

This day is a carnival day for martial artists, a day of breaking wealth, and a day when people are becoming more and more disgusted with martial artists.

Even if this group of vulgar barbarians had an extremely good attitude in the face of abuse and criticism afterwards, they just smirked hard and apologized.

……

Vasher on the second floor.

Ji Xiu looked at the cheering martial arts, got up and shook his head slightly.

He can see that it is not unreasonable that this group of martial artists is not liked.

Happy, explosive power, unhappy explosive power, relying on a strong body, rampage, looking like he doesn't care about the world's eyes at all.

Glancing at the trembling shopkeeper in front of the counter in the lobby, Ji Xiu rubbed his eyebrows and whispered:

"These martial artists have been given a type by the outside world."

"This also leads to their own subtly identifying with themselves in the eyes of others in their hearts and behaviors, and they feel that they are a bunch of barbarians, vulgar people, who don't care about the eyes of the world..."

As he spoke, Ji Xiu sighed lightly and said:

“… It's a long process to get these warriors to turn their mindset around and reshape their image from the bottom of their hearts..."

"But I believe that when the martial arts novels of Jin, Gu and Huang come out, they will have a clearer understanding of themselves..."

"I'm also a virtue accumulator, well, for public safety, for the quality of the whole people, for the harmony of the society in another world..."

"Brother, are you leaving?" Shopkeeper Hao spit out the skin of melon seeds and got up as well.

However, at this moment, the plagiarist downstairs who had seen Ji Xiu in the teaching workshop that day turned his head and saw Ji Xiu on the second floor.

On the spot, the goods directly shouted excitedly, and said, "Look, it's Ji Xiu, it's Mr. Ji, he's there!" ”

“…… Swish! ”

In an instant, a pair of sword-like eyes looked towards the window on the second floor.

Ji Xiu, who had just turned around, was stunned and froze in place.

“……”