On the stage, the storyteller took things in the air with one hand and held the folding fan on the ground in his hand. The folding fan had been pinched and deformed, and the storyteller's face suddenly ached and changed color.

He has been commenting on books in Yujing City for more than ten years, and only this "wave fan" has been silently accompanied.

The storyteller walked a few steps in a circle on the stage, with strange steps under his feet, and sang a joke:

"There's no reason to be in trouble, God! Sky! Sky! You've wronged a good person...... There is no anger in the general, and the autumn is for a period of ...... The gun rang out in the box last night, and Yan Zhao was the most unhappy. Easy water is gurgling clouds and grass is green, and there is nowhere to send Jing Qing to it. ”

The scalps of the nine killers on the stage were numb!

Shang Qing didn't see the doorway, but he thought that the drama was very good, and grinned and quipped: "Brother Qin, look, the storyteller has become a singer, it's interesting......"

Then he generously threw two copper coins on the stage: "Storyteller, sing well, and then, the master will give you a reward." ”

The two copper plates rubbed out in the air, and as soon as the storyteller stretched out his hand, the copper plates were grabbed by him and shook his sleeves.

The old boatman glanced at the broken sword broken into two knots on the ground, and sighed sadly:

"Singing, don't be verbose, fight quickly, be careful and change later."

The storyteller in a green shirt walked around the back of the desk, quickly hid his face with wide sleeves, and a hideous black and white face appeared on his face.

With a "snap", the light on the copper plate flashed, and the storyteller slapped the desk heavily and laughed again.

He then pulled his green shirt, revealing a costume, and took out a sharp iron gun from under the desk, slammed the desk, and smashed it towards Shang Qing and the others in the audience.

Shang Qing saw the desk smashing in, and quickly swung his knife to slash it, the desk split into two, and a hideous face appeared in front of his eyes.

Shang Qing's figure retreated sharply, and he retreated and turned back.

The iron spear has not yet pierced, and a little cold has already arrived.

Shang Qing raised his knife and stabbed straight out, the tip of the knife was pressed against the tip of the iron spear, and the iron spear in the storyteller's hand was slightly bent.

The storyteller took half a step back with his left foot, and with a sharp force on his hand, Shang Qing took half a step back.

"Brother Shang, I'm here to help you." Seeing this, Qin Shiyue directly swung his knife and slashed at the storyteller.

The storyteller hurriedly drew his gun, flipped it back, and landed steadily on the beech tea table beside him, holding an iron gun, condescending and domineering.

Qin Shiyue soared into the air with a knife, and the strength of an eight-rank martial artist was unreserved, standing on the beech tea table with the storyteller, fighting in close quarters.

Shang Qing glanced at the horizontal knife in his hand, narrow, straight, and the blade glowed with a ghostly light, and its lethality was good.

He trotted forward a few steps, staring at the force under his feet, and at the same time, the green bricks on the soles of his feet clicked and cracked, and his figure jumped onto the stage like a tiger.

Those killers rushed over in unison, Shang Qing did not retreat but advanced, his forehead was bulging, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slashed down.

A killer hurriedly raised the blade of the knife to resist, and was pressed down on his knees by the huge force, Shang Qing kicked out, and the other party flew out directly, smashing the hard wooden floor, breaking his sternum, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and falling to the ground.

Slash.

Another killer was slashed out with a knife.

In an instant, Shang Qing once again solved the two of them.

Zheng Sanqiao was furious.

Shang Qing saw Zheng Sanqiao rushing over, and punched out, followed by a punch.

This Zheng Sanqiao is a good boxer, a punch is punched, the strong wind is whistling, like a storm hitting the shore, very powerful.

The fists of the two were intertwined in one place, and with a "bang" sound, Zheng Sanqiao retreated again and again, unsteady on his feet, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground one by one.

Shang Qing didn't get half a benefit, he took three steps back, his fist was hot, and a pain in his heart arose.

The two were silent for a moment, and then their figures flew over, as fast as lightning, and the sound of "popping" sounded on the stage.

The two fought five or six moves, but they did not distinguish the winner.

Shang Qing has never learned boxing, let alone any boxing techniques, but he has only turned the basic knife style of the four moves he has learned for several years into a fist style, slashing, smashing, rushing, and hooking. At this moment, he was slightly panting, and gradually couldn't parry the opponent's attack, so he deliberately exposed his flaws, Zheng Sanqiao was eager to win, and was hit hard in the chest with a punch, and fell out.

Zheng Sanqiao, known as "Zheng Sanquan" by the people of the rivers and lakes, is not weak in kung fu, but he is still a master of making double axes.

Its boxing master inherits the first-class master of the rivers and lakes Lu Haichuan, Yang Haichuan's "Haichuan Boxing" can be ranked in the top five in the Jianghu martial arts, and the "Liu Feng Legs" of Liu's Iron Gun Gate are called Yang Boxing Willow Legs.

And the storyteller is from Liu's Iron Gun Gate, called Liu Baibian, because he loves singing since he was a child, he has made a unique ability to change his face with one hand, and is known as the "Hundred Faces Drama Gun". Later, he retired to the rivers and lakes, hibernated in Yujing City, and learned a craft of storytelling and storytelling to make a living.

The old boatman saw Zheng Sanqiao take out a pair of axes from behind him, glanced at Dongfang Xi upstairs, his body moved, jumped up, and instantly came to the side of the Yue railing, with his hands on his back, slowly sat down, poured a cup of tea by himself, and tasted it leisurely.

He immediately poured another cup and said to Dongfang Xi: "Good tea! Little girl, why don't you sit down and have a drink with the old man? ”

Dongfang Xi was horrified in his heart, but his face pretended to be calm, sat next to the old boatman, picked up the tea, quickly adjusted his mentality, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you are laughing, I am a man, like a fake." ”

The old boatman glanced at the battle downstairs and said, "The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, little girl, do you think you have a chance of winning?" ”

"What the old man 'thinks', that's your business. However, in my opinion, my eldest brother is very powerful, and he told me that he wants to be the best demon hunter in the world. Dongfang Xi replied calmly.

The old boatman did not argue, but laughed and said, "We might as well make a bet, how?" ”

"How to bet?" Dongfang Xi's eyes showed vigilance.

"If it's a gamble, you have to have a lottery, otherwise it's not interesting." The old boatman stared at Dongfang Xi and continued: "If the girl loses, follow me up the mountain and be my disciple, how about it?" ”

Dongfang Xi asked rhetorically, "What if you lose?" ”

The old boatman smiled and said nothing, the meaning was self-evident, he would never lose.

Outside the teahouse, the dripping rain became a downpour, the sky of Yujing City seemed to open a black curtain, the thunder roared, like ten thousand horses galloping, the bean-sized rain poured down, like the river bursting the embankment.

The old boatman wearing small sleeves, short clothes and long pants looked leisurely and comfortable, sipping tea and watching the play.

The storyteller and Qin Shiyue had fought from the tea table to the ground.

The storyteller stepped forward with his left foot, kicked up with his back foot, and the spear shook and the cold glow flickered. The body of the spear leaned back slightly, and the tip of the spear was full of silver light, like a pen of paint, rendering the entire spear with a layer of weird silver luster.

The spear stabbed Qin Shiyue directly, and Qin Shiyue did not show weakness, waving a knife and slashing to meet the storyteller's spear.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

The knife and gun collided again, and sparks flew around.

The spear danced, like a dragon breaking through the clouds; The big sword was swung out, like a tiger coming down the mountain.

The old boatman 'hahaha' smiled and said, "It's a good show!" Good tea with good play, if you don't see blood, it will be less elegant. ”

After speaking, he drank all the tea in the cup, turned his dry fingers into sharp claws, lifted Dongfang Xi, stood on the edge of the fence, and shouted:

"Two Little Offspring ......"

Dongfang Xi panicked, plucked up the courage to interrupt him, and scolded:

"Despicable!"