() The warm sun hangs high, and the cold wind is blowing.

A small city facing the Mangyang Mountains, the city gate is scattered with a few soldiers, rubbing their hands and sighing, and checking the pedestrians from time to time.

"Hey, Lao Xing, after the shift change later, let's drink a pot at Song Niangzi's place, so that we can warm up, what do you say?" a black-faced soldier stomped his feet and asked his companion.

"Don't go, don't go, I'll buy a chicken to go back later, make up for my son's body, that cub has a lot of studies these days, make up for him." The tall man shook his head.

"Hey, it's different if you have a family, unlike me alone, although I'm happy, but the home always seems a little deserted, tsk......" The black-faced soldier said with some envy.

"Hehe, Brother Liu, you keep running to Song Niangzi, do you have a crush on someone......" Another slightly younger soldier frowned and said.

"No, no, my brother just looks at Song Niangzi as a widow, can it be regarded as a foil. The black-faced soldier rubbed his hands, looked embarrassed, and said insincerely.

"Speaking of which, the woman in red who passed over just now is really like a fairy. The youngest soldier had a red-clothed figure in his mind, and he was a little obsessed and intoxicated.

"Hehe, you kid Sichun, don't think about it, be careful I tell the old brother of the Wang family......" The black-faced soldier said with a smile.

"Don't, don't, I'm sincere to Sister Shu, brother, don't tell Brother Wang about such things. The younger soldier said in a panic.

"Hehe, then you have to pay for my drinks today. ”

“......”

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

Kelaiju, the largest inn in the town.

Now the first floor is already overcrowded, not only for eating, but also for listening to books, of course, there are a few small dishes on the table, attracting a pot of old wine, and then listening to the storyteller's story, hurry, hurry!

In this small city, people who have lived here for more than ten years, and even their ancestors have lived here for decades, and there are only a few kinds of daily fun, except for the daily work, people gather here early.

For the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, listening to the rights and wrongs of life, so that those who have never been out of a small city in their lives can also understand the outside world, the magnificent world.

Some people may not get out of this small city in this life, but it does not stop their outward heart, after all, that young man does not yearn for the rivers and lakes.

Speaking of which, I have to admire the boss's methods, there was no such storytelling in the store, but since the current boss took over the livelihood of his ancestors, the business is tepid, and he always feels that something is missing.

In total, I had to invite an old storyteller who had long since ceased to be on stage at a large price from outside, and it was a little painful to start spending money, but since the business was full almost every day,

The shopkeeper is simply happy.

It's worth the money!

On the main platform, there stood an old man with gray hair and a gray shirt, although he was over the age of old, he still looked ruddy, energetic, and his voice was not weak.

There was also a smiling boy beside him, who seemed to be the old man's disciple, with big smart eyes and blinking.

And people were all seated early, acquaintances talked to each other, laughter, one by one half-leaned out, the long-awaited appearance.

The old storyteller stroked his white beard and said in a loud voice: "The years are like smoke, the years are like brocade, a fireworks, once spring and autumn." Let's not talk about the Longtu case today, not about the ups and downs of the dynasty, but about the most lively thing in the rivers and lakes at the moment. ”

The disciple said curiously: "Master, but which chivalrous family is famous? Or where did the accident happen?"

The storyteller shook his head and said: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, the little old man will not play dumb riddles, and the most powerful thing in the rivers and lakes at the moment is naturally the heir of the sword demon." ”

The disciple asked, "Sword Demon Descendant?"

The storyteller nodded and said: "Exactly, to say that more than ten years ago, the little old man also told the story of the sword demon, but unfortunately the years have passed, and the years have passed." ”

The disciple said, "Master, is that sword demon very famous?"

The storyteller patted the case and said: "Sword Demon, a generation of heroes, holding the famous sword Bai Ze, picking up the rivers and lakes in the north, everywhere he goes, the heroes bow their heads, which one you say is not afraid, and which one is not afraid, it can be described as a sword in hand, and ten thousand swords surrender." ”

The disciple asked everyone's thoughts: "What about the future? Why haven't you heard of the Sword Demon now?" ”

The storyteller sighed: "The rivers and lakes are full of talents, and there are dazzling peaks in every era, and at that time, there were two heavenly people in the way of the sword at the same time, one of them was the sword demon, and the other person was the saint of the sword in the rivers and lakes of the sword town - Tear Pavilion." ”

"Needless to say, the sword demon was naturally defeated, but unfortunately no one witnessed the battle between the two, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Thinking about the past, how many romantic characters crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, but the years have passed, how many people have hated it, right and wrong, it always makes people sigh. ”

The disciple said: "Master, what is the matter with today's sword demon heirs?"

The storyteller stroked his beard and said: "Speaking of the descendants of the sword demon, I have to mention the Shenjiazhuang tragedy, you must have heard about this matter." ”

"That's right, that's right, I heard that it wasn't his brother who did it......?

"Na, a few days ago, the government was investigating it tightly! This kind of thing has not happened for many years. ”

"Who says it's not, it's even scared to go far away!"

“......”

The audience below immediately started talking, okay

Not lively.

"Smack!"

The old storyteller patted the bookboard, and when the hall was neutral, he was silent, and said loudly: "As the saying goes, Skynet is magnificent but not leaky, and now the truth is revealed, the matter of Shenjiazhuang is indeed done by Yan Beihao, who has a human face and a beast's heart, and thinks that hundreds of innocent people died in Jiuquan overnight." ”

"But there is true love in the world, fortunately, there is a spirit in the sky, and the orphan of the Shen family was rescued by the descendants of the sword demon......"

"That Yan Beihao was brazen, and he pretended to mourn Shen Daxia, but he didn't want his hypocrisy and sinister face to be exposed on the spot, and in the end, evil was rewarded, and he was killed by the sword demon descendant with a sword......"

As the storyteller came one by one, everyone applauded the storyteller, and the ups and downs were even more wonderful by the storyteller.

"Since the battle of Yanjiuzhuang, the Tsing Yi League, which is the dominant league in the north, and Li Xingkong and Li Daxia, who have made a unique fist, have been involved one after another. ”

"You say, who would have thought that the Shen family still has a close relationship with Master Li, it is said that Xiao Baiyi, the head of the big dragon of the Tsing Yi League, went out of the mountain in person and fought with Li Xingkong for three days and three nights, it was difficult to kill, and the sky and the earth were broken......

"What happened after that? Hey, let's listen to the next breakdown......"

As the storyteller finished clapping, everyone was hearing the ** place, where could they agree, and suddenly many people shouted, and the silver rewarded was like flowing water, which made the boss laugh from ear to ear.

In the end, the boss personally invited Mr. Tan to come back, and under the continuous urging of everyone, he stood on the stage again.

"Okay, since you are in good spirits, and Lao Er can't be disappointed, then let's move on, talk about that day......"

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

In the corner of the store, next to a table.

Shen Luo'er smiled and said, "Big brother, the old man who told the story will talk about you again!"

Nan Tianyi smiled and nodded: "I don't know some of the things he said, but there are some things that are interesting." ”

Shen Luo'er tilted her head and said, "Alas, it's a pity that Sister Ye doesn't like to be noisy, so she went back to her room, otherwise you can also listen to the story told by this old man, which is very interesting." ”

The night sister that Shen Luo'er said in her mouth was the woman in red who Nan Tianyi rescued in the ruined temple that day, named Ye Qingwu.

Could it be that a woman's beauty can be eaten by both men and women, and for some reason, the two often talk and laugh, and get along very well.

In just a few days, Shen Luo'er was commensurate with the sisters who started the night light dance, and it didn't look like they had just known each other for a few days, but like a close friend who had known each other for many years.

And although the identity of the woman was unknown, Nan Tianyi always felt that her appearance was very strange, but under Shen Luo'er's begging, seeing that Ye Qingwu was still injured, he let her follow first, anyway, there was no big problem.