The night gradually shrouded the sky above Dusk Town, and at the same time, a bright moon slowly climbed into the sky, and the soft moonlight like white jade poured into this quiet small town like water, which seemed very peaceful and harmonious.

In front of a dilapidated old house.

Qingyang put his hands behind his back and walked in very leisurely.

"Old man, let me tell you, I had a dream today that I dreamed that I had become a king cultivator who could go to heaven and earth!"

"Ignorant child. ”

Hearing this, a sneer came from a very sloppy figure in the courtyard. This person almost slept on the stone table in the courtyard, half-asleep, his slightly dull eyelids were glowing with a trace of cloudy light, and then he was dressed in messy coarse linen clothes, and between his long black and white hair that had not been washed for a long time, there was some dirt sticking to it, and everyone in this dim town was afraid to avoid him when they saw him, only Qingyang regarded him as an elder and often came to accompany him.

The storyteller looks a little old, maybe forty or fifty years old, and at this moment there is a strong pungent smell of wine on his body, and those smells seem to linger for thousands of years, and they will not go away for a long time.

The storyteller was very contemptuous as soon as he spoke, but Qingyang still had a smile on his face, and he was not angry, and he didn't feel anything in his heart, because the storyteller often claimed to himself: "A proud body can face all things in the world, and a glance of contempt can exhaust all living beings." ”

Of course, this is naturally not the reason why Qingyang is smiling, the real reason is - Qingyang smiled and said to the storyteller: "There is no wine today." ”

"What?!"

Boom.

With a soft sound, the storyteller fell off the stone table, but he was like an iron bone, and he didn't feel it at all, but said to Qingyang with a sneer: "It's good to say that there is no wine, but it's bitter for the old man."

The storyteller said and talked. The low eyelids also opened quickly at this moment, and from time to time they glanced at Qingyang's hands, with endless salivation in their eyes.

However, Qingyang still stood calmly when he saw this, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Seeing this, the storyteller immediately turned his eyes and said, "Let's sit down and talk about your dream of becoming a king cultivator." ”

At this time, Qingyang laughed and slowly stretched out the hands he was carrying, and then the pot of wine appeared in Qingyang's hands. As soon as he saw the wine, the storyteller's cloudy eyes lit up suddenly.

"Hehe, I know you stinky boy, you won't be bitter with my old bones. Come on, sit down, let's have a good talk. The storyteller took the pot of wine in Qingyang's hand. He sat down on his own, and then in the moonlight. It was to pour the pot of wine down his throat.

Grunt!

Drink in your stomach. The storyteller immediately showed a satisfied and comfortable expression, and soon, half a pot of wine was drunk by him, and at this time, Qingyang also sat down, and said again and again: "Drink slowly, drink slowly." What's the hurry, and no one is robbing you!"

At this time, the storyteller reluctantly removed the wine pot from his mouth, and grinned at Qingyang: "Hehe, life must be happy." Life has to be full of wine."

"Hehe, just your life-full life" Qingyang's smile on his face was even stronger, every time he was with the storyteller, he could always feel a kind of free and easy, this kind of chic, Qingyang enjoyed it very much.

"Boy, I've always been talking about it in the past, so let's talk about it for you today. The storyteller was also very pleasant, his eyes glanced at Qingyang obliquely, and said.

Storytellers will tell stories, in fact, except for Qingyang, no one wants to listen to him at all, just his drunken and sloppy appearance has scared away many children, but Qingyang, the strange flower, is obsessed with this storyteller.

"What can I say, I don't have your ability, open your mouth and close your mouth to live a poetic life" Qingyang opened his mouth wide, his eyes a little stunned.

"Tsk" The storyteller took the opportunity to dip the wine slightly at this time, this wine is not much, he has to taste it slowly. Immediately, he looked at Qingyang with drunken eyes again, and said, "Didn't you kid say that you had a dream of cultivating the king? Let's listen to it and see how much it is true." ”

"Eh" Qingyang's face suddenly became a little unbearable.

"Haha, it seems that you are bragging?" said the storyteller with a smile.

"No, most of them have been forgotten, and almost forgotten. Qingyang Qingxiu's face was a little red, and he said.

"That's just what you remember. The storyteller licked the head of the jug again and said.

"Yes, that's right. Then I'll talk about it casually. ”

"I remember that in my dream, I seemed to be a sword cultivator?" Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of remembrance.

"Go on. ”

"I know a lot of great swordsmanship. ”

"Fart. ”

Qingyang rolled his eyes.

"Go on. ”

"I still remember what other sword is coming? What is coming? It seems that there are some very important people around me. ”

"It's still fart. ”

"Then, my swordsmanship seems to have been learned from a sword"

"Oh?"

"Also, my cultivation realm at that time seemed to be what it was" Qingyang frowned, he couldn't remember the details of this dream, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember.

"En?" Suddenly, when Qingyang said the word Hua, the storyteller's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes began to narrow slightly.

"Go on. ”

"I can't remember, I just remember the end of the dream, there are only two words, Dao Heart. ”

Groov!

Swish!

As soon as the word Dao Xin came out, the turbidity and disdain in the storyteller's eyes were instantly swept away, and then it was replaced by an astonishing flash of light, and the sharpness of the light was comparable to the sword light, which made De Qingyang jump up from the stone slab in shock without preparation.

"Damn, old man, what are you doing? That eye wants to kill you!" Qingyang was in a cold sweat and looked at the storyteller in shock.

At this time, the storyteller had already put down the wine jug in his hand, slowly stood up, looked at Qingyang carefully with a somewhat stern expression, and there seemed to be something incredible in his eyes, he looked at it for half an hour, and then muttered: "It's really strange that you kid, I can't see through your life."

"Hey, old man, have you drunk and gone crazy?"

"It's okay to put away your scary eyes, otherwise there will be no wine next time" Qingyang still had palpitations at the storyteller's fierce gaze, and said weakly.

However, at this moment, the storyteller seemed to have thought of something, and turned his sharp gaze straight to the sky, and in an instant, that sharp gaze pierced through the layers of clouds and mist like sword light, and saw a qiē in the outer sky.

"Hahahaha! I see, it's like this, it's really a fucking dream, it's like life, it's like life, it's like life," the storyteller retracted his gaze, his eyes were cloudy again, and he laughed loudly, the laughter was very hearty, and it was even more enjoyable than the wine just now.

"Ahem, old man!" Qingyang saw that the storyteller was crazy again, and he couldn't help but shout with a wry smile.

"Boy, this is your creation," the storyteller said a little mysteriously.

"Creation, I don't want any creation, you better be normal, don't drink a little wine and get nervous, otherwise I won't bring you wine next time" Qingyang was puzzled at first, and then pursed his lips and said.

"Hehe, wine, this is not missing. The storyteller picked up the pot of wine again, tasted it carefully, and a touch of free enjoyment appeared on his face again.

"Okay, okay, I'm not here to tell you a story tonight, I'm here to say goodbye to you. Qingyang slowly withdrew the color of joke and said sternly.

"Farewell?" the storyteller's hand paused slightly, and the wine jug on the side of his mouth also stopped.

"Well, next month is the palace exam, I have to rush to the imperial capital, if I am in high school this time, then I will have endless glory and wealth, when the time comes, not only my father and mother can live a good life, but also buy you the sunset wine in our town!"

"The palace is just a matter of glory and wealth, but it's not bad for you to experience it, let's go, remember to give my old man a little drink." The storyteller shook his head and said.

"Don't worry about this, I will ask Li Hu to send a pot of wine every week!" Qingyang also smiled knowingly when he heard this, and said.

As he spoke, Qingyang suddenly found that the storyteller was staring at him seriously, which made him feel a little hairy.

"Boy, listen to me and forget your dream. The sooner you forget, the better, and the cleaner you forget, the better. Forget all about this qiē!" The storyteller's tone became stern. (To be continued......)

PS: Huhu, I'm done with the exam today. Next, I have to review nervously, and I have to take five exams, and they are all so difficult that I can only continue to pull hard! This one, everyone has been waiting for a long time, go to bed early after reading, good night.