"Hehe, Tang Gongzi. ”

Just as Don Juan was walking towards the Sword Casting Villa, behind Don Juan, a vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded.

Tang Juan sighed in his heart, he turned around and said with a smile: "Old man, it's not good to stay in Sword Forging Villa, how did you come to such a place." ”

I saw the old storyteller walking slowly towards Don Juan with his hands behind his back.

The storyteller smiled and said: "Brother Tang, the old man is old, and he has more than enough energy to participate in such a major event in the world, so he simply let Xiao Xijun stay over there, and he will come out and walk around." ”

Don Juan smiled lightly after hearing this, and the smile on his face was a little more playful.

Don Juan said, "So the old man came here?"

The old storyteller smiled and nodded.

Tang Juan waved his hand, for the old storyteller in front of him, Tang Juan already had some doubts in his heart, but at the moment Li Shaoyi was still waiting for his news, coupled with the fact that the fake was born in the world tonight, he had no time to deal with him now.

At that moment, Don Juan said to the old storyteller: "Okay, then the old man, you take a walk slowly, boy, I'll go back first." ”

After Tang Juan finished speaking, he turned around and continued to walk in the direction of Sword Forging Villa.

The old storyteller, still with his hands behind his back, smiled as he watched Don Juan turn away.

At this time, I saw the old storyteller suddenly say loudly: "Brother Tang now has a magic knife in his hand, I don't know if this time, can he raise the knife to kill the Son of Heaven?"

Hearing the old storyteller's words, Don Juan stopped, and he turned to look at the old man.

Don Juan sighed and said helplessly, "I really wish I hadn't talked to you at the beginning." ”

The old storyteller also laughed, he walked up to Tang Huang and said loudly: "The identity of Brother Tang was not determined before the old man, but the battle in the forest really opened the eyes of the old man." ”

Don Juan didn't speak, he quietly looked at the old man in front of him who was a little rickety, as if he was guessing his identity.

The old man was also looking at Don Juan, and under the moonlight, the old man's eyes looked a little cloudy.

I only heard the old man whisper: "A hundred flowers bloom, a grain and four gentlemen." ”

Don Juan's heart suddenly jumped a beat, but then he said calmly: "What is the old man talking about." ”

"Mei Lanzhu, these three gentlemen in flowers, the old man has heard Baihuajun mention it many times, in the past years, the old man has also seen these three gentlemen in the rivers and lakes extraordinary, only the youngest chrysanthemum gentleman, every time the flowers are mentioned, but they are all lamenting. The old man ignored Don Juan and said to himself.

"Until Baihuajun was plotted, Lao Yu never heard about that chrysanthemum gentleman on the rivers and lakes. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say!" Don Juan asked in a deep voice, placing his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

When the storyteller saw Don Juan's reaction, he smiled, and didn't seem to care about the killing intent that came to his face from Don Juan.

The storyteller suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the next moment, it came to Don Juan's shoulder.

Don Juan stared at the old man, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

In Don Juan's eyes, the old man's movements were too slow, and as long as Don Juan pulled out the knife, the old man's outstretched hand would instantly separate from his body.

But at this moment, Don Juan's body moved, he didn't draw the knife, or rather, he couldn't pull it out.

As early as the moment Don Juan grasped the hilt of the knife, he sensed a strange sensation coming from his surroundings.

The originally invisible air, with the moment the old man stretched out his hand, seemed to have become the sharpest sword in the world.

The invisible swords were gently surrounding Don Juan.

As long as the old man wanted to, then the moment Don Juan drew his sword, he was destined to be pierced by ten thousand swords.

"Invisible Sword Qi!" Tang Juan said calmly, enduring the tingling sensation on his skin.

The old man didn't let the invisible sword qi fall, he just patted Don Juan lightly on the shoulder.

As the old man's hand slapped on Tang Juan's shoulder, the invisible sword aura that had been wrapped around Tang Juan suddenly dissipated.

Looking at Tang Juan's pretended calm face, the storyteller smiled: "You are the youngest disciple of Baihua." ”

"I don't know what you've been through, but at such an age, you have the strength to be close to a saint, much stronger than your other three senior brothers. ”

The old storyteller ignored Don Juan's piercing gaze and chuckled softly.

"Don't look at me like that, Brother Tang, I'm just itching for a while, and I want to try your skills. ”

Feeling the tingling sensation on his body disappear, Tang Juan didn't dare to be careless in his heart, and an invisible sword qi suddenly appeared beside him, and Tang Juan also had some understanding of the strength of this storyteller.

Don Juan said hoarsely: "The dignified saint pretends to be a storyteller, but the old man is very Yaxing." ”

The old man ignored Don Juan's sarcasm, and only heard him smile and say, "Hehe, when you get to the saint, you will also be bored." ”

Don Juan shook his head and did not answer the old man's words.

"The four disciples of Baihuajun have different learnings, Mei Junzi is unparalleled in medicine, Lan Junzi is good at Qimen Dunjia, and Zhu Junzi has inherited the Baihua Sword, what about you?"

"Don't tell me, your quick knife is taught by Baihuajun. ”

The old man noticed Don Juan's doubts, and explained with a smile: "I have been friends with Baihuajun for a long time, and I have fought with her countless times, and I still know more or less what she will do." ”

"But Baihuajun will never teach you sword techniques, I'm sure of that. ”

Don Juan grinned, but felt his skin stiffen somewhat.

I only heard Don Juan ask, "Why?" ”

The old man said lightly: "Because the one who slaughtered her family was a master with a knife." ”

For her, the knife is the most disgusting thing in the world, how can she allow her disciples to learn the art of the knife. ”

The old man smiled and said, "Otherwise, why do you think she would propose a knife ban." ”

With the old man's words, Don Juan sighed softly, and now, he had to admit that the old man was indeed an acquaintance of the master.

But with the old man's words, he also remembered the eternal gentle advice in his heart.

Ten years had passed, and Don Juan counted the time and remembered what he wanted to forget.

"Little Don Juan, I can teach you whatever you want to learn, except for knives. ”

"Why can't you learn knives?"

"Only the cruelest and most ferocious people in the world would use a knife. ”

"Little Don Juan, do you want to be like that?"

"I don't want to ...... Then I'll learn something else."

"How about the Hundred Flower Sword, your master and my Hundred Flower Sword, but it is the best in the world, and girls like to use swords. ”

"Alas, Senior Brother Zhu has already learned the Hundred Flowers Sword, I don't think any girl likes him, and it's so tiring to learn the sword, don't I learn it?"

"Then what do you want to learn? Let's talk about it first, I won't teach you the things of your Senior Brother Mei and Senior Brother Lan, those things are too complicated, and teaching one will give me a headache for a long time. ”

"Hehe, Master, I think so too, although I haven't met Senior Brother Mei, I definitely won't study medicine. ”

"Because studying medicine can't save everyone in this world!"

"Why did you come up with so many crooked truths! Tell me what you want to learn!"

"I want to learn light skills! The fastest light skills in the world!"

"Why do you learn that, your strength will go up in the future, learn as much as you want, and others won't be able to catch up with you!"

"That's not good, I want to be the best person in the world, even a saint can't catch up with me! As long as I run fast enough, danger can't catch up with me!"

"Haha! You kid is so interesting, okay, Master, I'll teach you light skills. ”

"Hehe, when the time comes, Master, you won't be able to catch up with me, and I won't have to be beaten by you. ”

"Hmm, if you want to surpass Master, you can practice for a few hundred more years. ”

Remembering that somewhat old, but eternally gentle face, Don Juan's eyes gradually moistened, and he seemed to have returned to the past, an old lady in a colorful dress, holding a bamboo stick in her hand, constantly chasing a dark-skinned child.

"If I catch up, you'll have to take a beating. ”

"Can you hit it early so I can run far first. ”

"Yes. ”

......

"Master, you don't talk much, what kind of hero are you!"

"Hehe, your master is so good-looking, heroes and heroes have to like me, whatever I say is what I say!"

"Bah, I'm old, and I'm not ashamed to say that. ”

"Looking for a fight!"

"Ahh

......

The old storyteller on the side also noticed the violent fluctuations in Don Juan's heart at this moment.

He sighed and said, "You must have had a hard time for so many years."

Hearing the old man's words, Don Juan's body shook slightly, and as bursts of memories emerged, the panic in his heart dissipated unconsciously.

"Old man, why do you ask so much, you can know that I am Ju Gongzi, and you still don't see what I have learned?"

The storyteller stroked his beard and laughed softly: "The little girl with a hundred flowers says every day that the apprentices she teaches are a hundred times stronger than my apprentices, so I am naturally a little unconvinced. ”

Don Juan looked at the old man in front of him, and he said calmly: "She is talking about the four gentlemen under her door, what does it have to do with me Don Juan." ”

The storyteller asked suspiciously, "Aren't you a gentleman?"

Don Juan was silent for a while, and then, he shook his head, only to see him look at the old storyteller with a flat gaze, and then said in a deep voice: "No more." ”

At that moment, Don Juan's heart seemed to be at the bottom of the valley, and he could no longer get a response.

"Little Don Juan, run, leave the Valley of Hundred Flowers, don't go to your senior brothers, and live alone. ”

"Live happily. ”

The old man's blood stained her flower clothes red, and she used the last true qi in her body to let the swarthy young man escape.

The young man's voice was heartbreaking, but the old man could never hear it.

"Not anymore. Don Juan repeated again, ignoring the old storyteller beside him, and walked towards the Sword Forge Villa by himself.

Under the bright moonlight, a young man in white was walking alone on the road.

He gently plucked the silver bell with his hand, and the sound of the bell rang crisply in the dark night.

It seems so lonely and lonely.