On the third day of the major sects openly recruiting disciples, Wuyou Town was still very lively. The major sects have also recruited some students one after another, Wu Yi was successfully selected by the Good Instrument Hall, and he was particularly well appreciated by the Inspector, praising Wu Yi as a once-in-a-century forging genius, and he has been helping the Good Instrument Hall in the past few days, and he has no time to get together with Xiao Hai and them.

The Taihang Mountain Sword Sect also recruited five or six good seedlings, although the foundation is weak, but he is willing to work hard in the future, and he may not be without a job, Zhou Shichen turned out to be the best among them, and Xiao Hai is not surprised, he has such a hidden master to teach, if he is at the same starting line, Xiao Hai is not sure to be better than others.

The Bohai Sect and the Qionghai Sect of the South China Sea have also recruited many disciples one after another, mainly the children of the Wei family, the Yue family, and the Tan family. Xiaohai is not surprised, after all, he borrowed his family's place in Wuyou Town.

Xiao Hai and Zhao Gang had nothing to do that evening, and ran under the old locust tree to listen to Mr. Storyteller's story, and the two of them sat on the stone, eating watermelon, and listening to the story so pleasantly.

Mr. Storyteller is a man in his forties, and I heard that he is the grandson of a former dynasty official, but he lives alone in Wuyu Town, and no one knows his specific origins.

Mr. Storyteller sat behind a desk, holding a folding fan, and told the story of a corrupt official in the previous dynasty, who did everything to lose his conscience, how could the officials protect each other, and the lawlessness on one side, and the last group of chivalrous warriors in the rivers and lakes, doing the right thing for heaven.

tells the story of how the imperial court degenerated, and told the story of the many efforts made by the people in the rivers and lakes to maintain justice and peace in the world, but they did not die well. When it came to the killing of corrupt officials, the audience applauded.

When it comes to the twilight of the hero, everyone sighs with regret, and the same goes for Xiaohai and Zhao Gang.

As the storyteller slapped the table and said, "I know what will happen next, let's break it down next time!" When everyone heard this, they all left in a huff, complaining that the storyteller was always appetizing.

Xiaohai and Zhao Gang also haven't heard enough, so why don't they talk about it here.

The two of them were about to leave, when the storyteller said, "Two little friends ahead, please stay!" Zhao Gang and Xiao Hai were surprised.

Mr. Storyteller came to Xiao Hai and Zhao Gang, found a stone and sat down, and said to Xiao Hai: "This little brother is Yan Xiaohai?"

Xiaohai said: "Mr. recognizes me?"

The storyteller laughed and said, "Wuyou Town is so big, and you two come often, how can you not recognize it?"

Zhao Gang said beside him: "Then what else do you ask?" ”

The storyteller said with a black line on his face: "Yes, this question is redundant." Yan Xiaoyou, I heard that you grew up with Master, but do you still have a family?"

Xiao Hai asked even more differently: "Why does Mr. ask this?"

Mr. Storyteller said: "No, just ask, Wang also grew up alone, without father and mother, it is said that he has a sister, but I don't know where." ”

After saying this, Mr. Storyteller looked at Xiao Hai, who was still waiting for him to continue. The storyteller smiled and said, "Yan Xiaoyou, don't you have any other family members? We have the same experience, and I have eaten more salt than you for many years, which can help you relieve your suffering." ”

Xiao Haile said hehehe: "Sir, I still have a family." ”

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, and Xiaohai continued: "My mother." ”

The storyteller said, "You're talking about Mrs. Jin, I heard that you are not her own child." Xiaohai said: "I grew up with her breast milk, what is the difference between me and my own mother." ”

Mr. Storyteller said: "It's good to be a man and not forget your roots, and you must treat your mother well in the future." Xiao Hai nodded emphatically.

The storyteller continued, "Do you ever know where you come from?"

Xiao Hai shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only know that my master picked it up." ”

Mr. Storyteller: "Oh, did I tell you where you picked it up?"

Xiao Hai was surprised: "Sir, my life is already so bitter, I am very happy now, why bother to pursue any unfortunate experiences." ”

The storyteller smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, I always want to talk more when I see people with similar experiences." Speaking of which, I really miss my sister, and I don't know how she is now. ”

Xiao Hai asked regretfully, "Has Mr. seen your sister?"

"When I was very young, we were separated and never saw each other again. ”

Xiao Hai said, "Can that gentleman still remember her appearance?"

Mr. Storyteller: "It's blurry, it was too young at that time. ”

Xiao Hai said: "That gentleman can't even remember what he looks like, and what can he feel when he is so young? I can't even remember what happened before I was six years old." ”

The storyteller was stunned for a moment and said, "I just know that there is such a sister, after all, it is family affection, how can I not miss it." ”

Xiao Hai nodded heavily and said: "Sir, I really envy you, I have a sister to miss, but I don't envy you, at least the people I miss the most now are by my side." ”

Mr. Storyteller laughed and said, this smile was even a little bitter and said: "Yes, sometimes forgetting is also the beginning of making yourself happy, Wang is not as good as a fourteen-year-old child after living half his life." ”

Xiaohai said: "Where, we are still young, we only know that we are alive without heart and lungs." Mr. Storyteller took out a piece of jade pendant in his hand, dark green, but it was so transparent and moist, Xiao Hai and Zhao Gang didn't understand this aspect, and it was hard to say anything.

Mr. Storyteller said: "This jade pendant is what I carry with me, and it has been on me since I was separated from my sister, and it is also the only material evidence that I can recognize my sister in the future." ”

Xiao Hai looked at Yu Pei and said, "There will definitely be such a day." ”

"Haven't you ever thought about finding your family?"

Xiao Hai shook his head and said, "This is my home now." ”

The storyteller asked, "Then if your family misses you very much and doesn't recognize you, how can they recognize you?"

Xiao Hai said: "I don't have a jade pendant, and they have already lost me, why are they still looking for me?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "What if it's a last resort?"

Xiao Hai asked rhetorically: "What kind of compelled force can throw away a child for so many years?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "We're just chatting, nothing else." ”

Xiao Hai also smiled and said: "Well, I am also very sorry to know your past, but I am much luckier than you, I have a family again, I don't know what about my other family? ”

Mr. Storyteller nodded and said, "I saw you in the Zhou Mansion the day before yesterday, and you beat that person from the Bohai Sect with one punch, so powerful, do you want to go to Taihang Mountain to continue learning art in the future?"

Xiao Hai said with a smile: "No, a few years ago, I met people from the White Camel Sect outside, and they said that I had good seedlings and wanted me to go there, but my master said that it was best to go again after practicing, so as to save me a shame." ”

The storyteller was stunned for a moment and said, "You want to go to the White Camel Sect?"

Xiao Hai asked rhetorically, "What's wrong?"

The storyteller smiled and said: "There is nothing wrong with it, it's just that the White Camel Sect has always been very strict in selecting disciples, and I heard that they have also started recruiting people in other places this year, and they have selected children who are about the same age as you, but this time I didn't come to Wuyou Town, did I forget you?"

Xiao Hai smiled bitterly and said, "I think so too, forget it, anyway, the Taihang Mountain Sword Sect is also very good, and it will be the same if I go there." ”

The storyteller nodded. Then he asked, "Where is your master from?"

"The people in western Yunnan, and my mother are childhood sweethearts, they are all people there. ”

The storyteller said, "Oh, I've never been anywhere else?"

Xiaohai said: "No, my mother came first, and then my master brought me here." ”

The storyteller said, "I used to have a lot of friends with the surname Yan, but it's a pity. ”

Xiao Hai suppressed his anger in his heart and asked, "Why is it a pity?"

The storyteller said: "Later, I heard that a family was wiped out. ”

Xiao Hai deliberately sighed and asked, "How can you be so cruel!"

"Well, it is said that there is a mother and daughter, and a baby, who are alive, but I don't know if they are male or female. ”

Xiaohai asked, "Sir, asking me so much, just to know if I have anything to do with this family surnamed Yan?"

The storyteller said: "Yes, seeing that you are about the same age, I asked casually, I am good friends with the Yan family, when something happened to the Yan family, I was incapable, if I meet the descendants of the Yan family, I will definitely help." ”

Xiao Hai nodded and said, "Then how can you tell if I am the descendant of the Yan family you said? My master said that I was picked up from a cave in Jingzhou." ”

The storyteller smiled and said, "Surely you are not, you don't even have a belongings with you." Xiao Hai sighed a little regretfully.

Mr. Storyteller said: "This world looks peaceful, but in fact, the court is corrupt and has long been crumbling, and something will happen sooner or later, Yan Xiaoyou, do you have any ideals and ambitions to do something for the common people in the world, and this martial arts will not be in vain?"

Xiao Hai said with a smile: "Mr. said that I am a child, what can I do, the world is too far away from me, so forget it." ”

Xiao Hai stood up and said, "Sir, I don't dare to agree, but these have nothing to do with me, I just want the people around me to be safe." ”

Tianshan was about to get dark, Xiao Hai pulled Zhao Gang to leave, and the storyteller sighed and said: "Between the sky and the sun, a jade flute is left as a fragrance." ”

As he spoke, he took out a flute from his bosom. Xiao Hai looked back at the scholar and said with a smile: "Sir, will you continue to talk about books tomorrow?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "Of course, otherwise what would I live on?" ”

"Okay. ”

When Xiao Hai and Zhao Gang walked to a corner, Xiao Hai grabbed Zhao Gang and said, "Gangzi, go back to my master and my mother, just tell him the three words Mr. Tell him, and tell him to hurry up and inform Lord Zhou, go quickly!"

"What's wrong, Xiaohai?"

Xiao Hai whispered and said anxiously: "Go quickly!"

Zhao Gang didn't dare to slack off, just about to run, Xiao Hai stopped him and said, I am running after crossing this street! Zhao Gang had no choice but to do so, Xiao Hai looked at the scholar playing the flute in the stone mountain with the help of the afterglow of the setting sun in the corner, and the afterglow sprinkled on his face looked very vicissitudes.

But Xiao Hai knows that this guy is not only a member of the Heavenly Evil Sect, but also very likely to have something to do with his own life experience, this Wu Youzhen is really not as Lord Zhou said!

Xiao Hai leaned against the wall, listening to the melodious sound of the flute in the distance, Xiao Hai didn't understand the rhythm, but he could still hear the mourning, sadness, and longing in the flute's voice.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, Xiao Hai secretly looked back, and the storyteller was walking away with his hands behind his back, and Xiao Hai took advantage of the night to follow far away.

About half a stick of incense, Mr. Storyteller entered a remote alley, Xiaohai quickly followed, watching Mr. Storyteller enter a courtyard.

Xiao Hai came to the side of the courtyard gently, and at this time, someone in the courtyard suddenly spoke: "Friend, I've followed all the way, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

Xiao Hai was surprised when he heard this, was it so easy to be exposed. Xiao Hai calmed down, and then pushed open the far door, and the storyteller was now standing in the courtyard, with his back to Xiao Hai. Xiao Hai looked left and right, the courtyard was not big, there were only two rooms, and there was no one else except Mr. Storyteller.

Xiao Hai walked into the courtyard and said, "Mr. has already discovered me?"

Mr. Storyteller turned around and was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Xiao Haile said hehehe: "Mr. has asked me so many questions, and I also have a lot of doubts that Mr. needs to answer." Please give me advice!"

The storyteller said happily, "Tell me about it." ”

Xiao Hai asked, "Sir, is it a member of the Heavenly Evil Sect?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment and asked, "You actually know about the Heavenly Evil Sect?"

Xiao Hai asked expressionlessly, "Yes and no?"

The storyteller said, "That's right. ”

Xiao Hai asked again: "The Yan family that Mr. said was destroyed, but the Heavenly Evil Sect did it?"

The storyteller said, "You are really the remnant of the Yan family!"

Xiao Hai didn't need to ask this question anymore, he already knew the answer.

Xiao Hai asked again, "Who is Mr. from the Heavenly Evil Sect?"

The storyteller said: "No comment! Since you are the remnant of the Yan family, then hand over the flute, and you can be left alive!"

Xiao Hai closed the courtyard door and said, "Leave me alive?" Hehe, more than 100 members of my family were brutally killed by you, but you want to keep me alive? Let me ask you again, where is the nest of the Heavenly Evil Sect?"

The storyteller said: "Hand over the flute, I promise not to kill you, your life is useless to us, we only need the flute." ”

Xiao Hai said in an atmosphere: "If you don't say yes, then I'll hit you!"

Xiao Hai suddenly had an extra stone in his hand and threw it at Mr. Storyteller, and at the same time he threw the sword into Xiao Hai's hand, Xiao Hai raised the sword and ran to Mr. Storyteller, Mr. Storyteller stood still, seeing that the stone was about to hit him, Xiao Hai was happy in his heart, no matter how Mr. Storyteller dodged, as long as he moved, his next sword would definitely be able to stab him.

Then Mr. Reading suddenly had a huge fan in his hand, the fan was more than two feet long, the fan surface was slightly opened, he waved it hard, there were at least seven or eight stones, and suddenly ran towards Xiao Hai in reverse, Xiao Hai was originally far from the stone, it was not too far, Xiao Hai hurriedly protected his body and then his body desperately retreated, but it was too close to the stone.

Those stones were shattered by the Gang Qi Shock when they were close to Xiao Hai's body, but at this time, a big fan suddenly smashed over Xiao Hai's head, and the fan did not arrive before the wind arrived, Xiao Hai felt the huge power and did not dare to slack off.

The power of the fan was so great that Xiao Hai knelt directly on the ground with one leg, and a green brick was smashed by Xiao Hai's knee!

At this time, he held his hands on his two swords to prevent the fan from falling, but Xiao Hai's arm instantly became numb. Xiao Haixin said that this strength was no weaker than Ji Dada, and he was careless again.

Mr. Storyteller suddenly pressed his other hand on the fan, and Xiao Hai hurriedly became more powerful, and he could crush himself at any time.

Suddenly, Xiaohai's fan was loosened, and the storyteller in front of him raised a kick and kicked Xiao Hai who was on one knee on the ground, the distance was too close for Xiao Hai to dodge at all, Xiao Hai was directly hit in the chest, Xiao Hai flew out upside down and mounted it directly on the door post, Xiao Hai instantly felt that his ribs had been broken, and the pain spread all over his body.

At this time, Mr. Storyteller suddenly ran to Xiao Hai, Xiao Hai shouted in his heart, and with a flick of his hand, a nearby sword flew directly to Mr. Storyteller, trying to make him stop, but now the storyteller fan opened a little more, and the sword stabbed directly into the fan side, and there was another crisp sound, Mr. Storyteller didn't stop at all, and smashed it directly in front of Xiao Ha. Xiao Hai just had a chance to breathe, and hurriedly flashed to the side.

Xiao Hai kept moving, and at the same time as he retreated, the sword shot again, and the sword flew towards Mr. Storyteller again, and as soon as his hand moved, the fan suddenly split into two, one blocked Xiao Hai's sword, and then turned around in the air and smashed directly at Xiao Hai, Xiao Hai knew that he was invincible, and flashed aside again.

Xiao Hai put away his sword, since the flying sword can't work, how about the melee combat! Xiao Hai carried the double sword and fought the storyteller again.

Xiao Hai stabbed Mr. Storyteller with a sword, Mr. Storyteller opened a fan with his left hand to block Xiao Hai, and then the fan suddenly turned in the air, Xiao Hai felt as if his sword was turning with him, and almost got out of his hand, Xiao Hai quickly withdrew the sword, and at the same time the other sword stabbed at Mr. Storyteller, Xiao Hai's sword just handed it out and then Xiao Hai suddenly let go, and the sword flew to Mr. Storyteller by itself.

Mr. Storyteller's other fan suddenly shook and hit the sword body directly to the sword, the sword flew out directly, Xiao Hai reacted very quickly, at the moment when the sword was about to fly out, Xiao Hai moved and looked at the ring behind the sword handle with a trace of thread directly back to Xiao Hai's hand, Xiao Hai moved his body and retreated directly, wanting to jump away from the approaching storyteller.

When Xiao Hai retreated, the sword had returned to his hand, and then he did a backflip, and the sword flew to Mr. Storyteller again at the moment he turned over, Mr. Storytelling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the two fans opened again, and the sword bell pierced the fan surface, Xiao Hai just wanted to withdraw the sword when he landed, but Mr. Storyteller's fan suddenly closed, and the two swords were stuck in the fan, Xiao Hai was shocked!

Sure enough, Mr. Storyteller pulled his hand back hard, and Xiao Hai didn't dare to let go, after all, the current double swords were his biggest reliance.

Xiao Hai was dragged by him at this time and flew directly to Mr. Storyteller, when he was about to get closer, Xiao Hai suddenly kicked directly at Mr. Storyteller with his waist, Mr. Storyteller saw Xiao Hai's feet kick over, he was now holding Xiao Hai's double swords with both hands, he could only raise one foot and kick Xiao Hai's feet.

Xiao Hai was kicked away, he turned over directly in the air with the help of strength, and the other foot rushed down directly and kicked at Mr. Storyteller, at this time, Mr. Storyteller was too late to dodge, Xiao Hai slammed his shoulder with the back of his foot, and Mr. Storyteller staggered back several steps before stopping.

And Xiao Hai took this opportunity to land, and with both hands, he retracted the sword.

The storyteller combines two fans into one.

One hand dusted off the dust on his shoulders and said happily: "Sure enough, the hero boy, in a few years, your future will be limitless, I am asking you once, hand over the flute to live, otherwise no matter how talented you are, you will fall here, don't try to delay time, your master will be sent to death when he comes." ”

Xiao Haile said hehehe: "Oh, then let's stop fighting, wait for my master to do it?" Mr. Storyteller's face changed, this kid is so clever, he can't scare him with anything!

He continued: "Boy, you have thought clearly, since you have been exposed, then if you don't hand over the flute, all the people you know in Wuyou Town may die!"

Xiao Hai smiled when he heard this: "As long as you die, won't no one know?"

The storyteller laughed and said, "Is it up to you? And the master you rely on?"