Just after the heavy rain, there was still a light rain on the streets of Weicheng. The light rain did not get in the way, the air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, many small vendors set up their stalls again, and the number of pedestrians gradually increased.

"What else are you buying? The gentleman from Dechun Lou has started to talk again. Hearing this, the peddler glared at the pedestrian fiercely, and could only watch as his customers were pulled away.

The peddler shook his head, and suddenly a young man in a green shirt flashed in front of him.

"Little Brother Xu, in such a hurry, did you get scolded by Mr. Shi again?"

The young man in the green shirt said without looking back: "No, I'm going to listen to the book." ”

The peddler sighed, this is not the first time this situation has been encountered, since Dechun Lou came, half of the old men in the whole street have only drilled into that Dechun Lou, and those listeners don't know how many times they have been scolded by the girls and bustards in the kiln behind their backs.

In the streets and alleys, in the mouths of the women, Dechun Tower seems to be more terrifying than Gentle Township and the eighteenth layer of hell.

The peddler thought about it, put away the stall, and walked towards Dechun Building with today's few pennies in his pocket.

As the so-called...... If I don't go to hell, who will?

"The two armies were facing each other, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, and the golden handprint actually rushed out of the barbarian army array, and slapped at General Chen Yanqing fiercely, seeing that General Chen was in danger, guess what?" The storyteller's tone changed and he sold Guanzi.

Many listeners were hearing the important points, and they wanted to hear how the loyal and courageous general got out, and they were beaten by this storytelling, and immediately rolled up their sleeves and quit. Mr. Storyteller saw the heat and immediately took out a small basin, only to hear a burst of dingdong sound, Mr. Storyteller put away the small basin with satisfaction, drank a sip of water and slowly began to speak.

"It is said that General Chen had closed his eyes, but he didn't expect that a cold light appeared in our army's array, making the golden handprint pause for a blink of an eye. The storyteller slapped the wood in surprise and raised his voice.

"In that instant, in an instant, General Chen was rescued, and the sword was also broken......

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I don't know when, but the rain started quietly again.

Suddenly, all that was left in the entire Dechun Building was the sound of rain and the high and low voice of the storyteller.

The young man in the green shirt returned to the alley with his wet hair, looked around left and right, made sure that there was no one, stood on tiptoe like a cat ready to approach the mouse, carefully pushed open the door, poked his head out and saw that there was no one in the room, then walked into the house, patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the room.

"Where did you go again?"

The young man in the green shirt was startled, and when he saw the gentleman standing at the door, he immediately drooped his head.

"Uncle Shi, I was wrong. ”

The gentleman with the ruler had a gloomy face.

"I'll go to a private school and let you live at home, but tell me where you went?"

"Listen to books. ”

The gentleman snorted coldly, went into the house and lit the lamp.

"Have you finished listening to "The Hundred Schools of Thought" and "The Sage and the Sage"? ”

"It's different, Mr. Storyteller is talking about big heroes, big heroes. ”

"Oh?" Mr. was a little disapproving: "Then tell me, what big heroes do you know, big heroes?"

The young man in the green shirt didn't seem to see the change in his face.

"The Seven Heroes of Shushan, the Great Lama of Azan, Chen Yanqing, Tuoba Ningqing and the like. ”

Hearing the names one by one, Mr.'s pupils shrank sharply, and then returned to normal.

Seeing Uncle Shi's expression, the young man in the green shirt immediately asked, "Uncle Shi, do you know this story too?"

Uncle Shi took a sip of tea and said lightly: "It's just more than ten years ago, except for you children, the older ones know it." ”

The young man in the green shirt immediately became active, ran to Uncle Shi's side and begged, "Uncle Shi, then you can talk to me." What happened in the end? Where did the great traitor Tuoba Ningqing hide the Bodhisattva talisman?"

As soon as Uncle Shi heard this, his face was bruised, and his lips trembled slightly, like an old man in his last years, shaking. When the young man in green shirt saw it, he immediately stepped forward to support him.

Uncle Shi waved his hand, and the young man in green shirt fell to the ground. looked at Uncle Shi with a shocked face, and he had the impression of a kind Uncle Shi.

"Xu Changan, you remember, everyone in the world can scold Tuoba Ningqing, but you can't!"

Pointing at Xu Changan's hand, he kept trembling, in Xu Changan's impression, Uncle Shi had never been so angry.

Suddenly, Uncle Shi fell, and for a moment he seemed to be dozens of years old.

Turn around and walk into the house.

"That's it, whoever asks about Tuoba Ningqing in the future, you can just follow what Mr. Storyteller said, and a traitor will be a traitor!" Uncle Shi shook his head and closed the door.

"The country is easy to grow old, and it is mottled several times; "The song outside the window passed through the heavy rain and into the house.

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The old gentleman in the white robe and long hair always likes to sit under the intertwined welcoming pine, not knowing whether to look at the sword peak floating in the clouds or the chessboard in front of him.

Those white cotton-like clouds and mist actually held up nine sword peaks, and from the outside of the mountain, it was just that the clouds and mist were too thick, and only oval-shaped peaks could be seen.

Only people who can really go to Shu Mountain know that at a glance at the peak of Shu Mountain, they can only see a piece of white, since someone climbed the peak of Shu Mountain, there is no clear blue sky on the peak.

There were black and white chess pieces scattered on the chessboard, and the old gentleman frowned at the chessboard that seemed to be calm but hidden murder, stood up and paced back and forth, and finally threw a chess piece out of the wide sleeve robe. In an instant, the chessboard shook uncontrollably, as if it was about to collapse.

But the old gentleman was overjoyed when he saw this scene, and a ray of light flew out of his cuffs and went straight to the sword peak.

Ye Qianshu, who was teaching, caught a glimpse of the glow, ignoring the surprised eyes of the younger brothers and sisters, walked out of the door quickly, and flew to catch the glow.

Before he had time to accept the praise of the junior sisters whose eyes were shining, he went straight down to the sword peak without looking back.

"Uncle Shizu. Ye Qianshu tidied up her clothes and stood respectfully beside the old gentleman.

The old gentleman looked at the chessboard that was about to collapse, and immediately put back the chess pieces that had been played into the chessboard before, and spread out his palms.

Looking at the uncle and ancestor with a happy face, Ye Qianshu looked down.

A chess piece between black and white lay quietly in the palm of Shi Shuzu's hand.

The chess pieces are black and white, how can there be gray chess pieces?

Chess is divided into black and white, but can people simply divide black and white? Shi Shuzu looked at the puzzled Ye Qianshu, shook his head, and did not break it.

With a wave of his big sleeves, the chessboard rose from the ground, and the round sky detached from the chessboard and turned into purple rays of light, forming a huge territory above Sword Peak, and Tian Yuan and the stars occasionally flashed in the middle.

All the disciples on the Sword Peak came out to look at this beautiful picture and were full of praise.

Suddenly, a strange red light flew into the territory uncontrollably, and Ye Qianshu's heart moved, and the long sword on his back was unsheathed, and he stepped on the sword, chasing the red light.

Ye Qianshu flicked his hands and saw clearly where the red light fell - Weicheng.