Li Shuishan's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he arrived in front of the storyteller's room.

Thinking carefully about the past few days, he still held a short sword in his hand and said to Yao Feng again, about this sword. He was unconsciously a little scared in his heart. Suddenly, I felt that Xiaoyun's hatred for Sizi Langbai had been reduced a lot.

And the middle-aged man that day must have been the four sons.

Lang Bai was wearing loose clothes, which did not match his identity, but Xiaoyun didn't say much. That day, Xiaoyun had a killing intent and wanted to kill Li Shuishan. Fortunately, the storyteller showed up in time, and she withdrew her hand.

Suddenly, Li Shuishan was a little scared in his heart, and he glanced at the room a few times.

"Why is her hatred less?"

"If that's the case, I think it's a bit strange at this point. He thought about it for a long time without a definite result.

.......

The red-and-gray bridge board made a hollow sound as you stepped in. The cloth shoes on Li Shuishan's feet were not brittle enough to step on them, and his movements were very slow, for fear of disturbing the sleeping storyteller inside.

In front of the mahogany door, in the small yellow tank, the keel is planted, the shadow of the bright tree, and the small bridge wall is knocking. I don't know that the plants that have been in winter and summer have been carefully transplanted by Lao Yao and his wife, and they are braving the coming frost here.

This July and August have passed, and it is the cold winter wax moon.

Lao Yao and his wife's room are mostly Yao Feng waiting there, and the old couple seem to be out of the house as if they don't need to go out of the house. Lao Yao and his wife naturally looked at his son picking up a bowl of tea, and poured down a good nameless tea, the ancestors have survived to this day, why bother saying this.

A table of meals, Yao Feng did not leave the house, and saw from the window that Li Shuishan stopped in front of the storyteller's door, and his parents beckoned him to sit down, eat first and wait before sending it away. But the old woman was not happy, and said: "I invited the two little gentlemen to come here, hoping that Yaofeng could come back and accompany the two of us to have a safe meal." Now go and ask for it again, and if you don't come, you won't eat. ”

"Go and ask the two gentlemen. Lao Yao also said.

Yao Feng seemed helpless, so he had to walk out.

Li Shuishan looked at the situation inside at the door, and only saw a small light. The sound of sizzling footsteps, stepping on the pebbles on the ground, he stood here and saw the thin figure.

"Little sir, I've prepared a meal and I'm waiting for you to eat together. ”

He turned around and said, "Sir's illness is not yet cured, you should eat first, we are not hungry yet." ”

Yao Feng was still a little worried in his heart, but knowing that the storyteller was not an ordinary person, he raised his steps and went back.

Li Shuishan waited for half an hour, but the night was silent.

Push open the door.

But it was not opened.

......

A small oil lamp sits next to the wooden table, burning with white smoke.

The storyteller is cross-legged on the bed.

He breathed shortly, as if he had just woken up, and his face was sweaty. The gray robe on his back pressed against his skin, revealing a frame that was neither thin nor fat. He held a few copper coins in his hand again, dropped them in the air, and landed on the bed.

Originally, the storyteller's room was still very deserted, when a warm mist rose.

The mist is a stream of water vapor that evaporates from the basin of water next to the storyteller, and the heat in the basin is constantly boiling, and the storyteller does not know it. The copper coin in his hand, some years, as he chanted a few incantations in his mouth, this incantation became a shortage of rankings in front of him, and there were a few more traditional Chinese characters on one column.

Of the five fonts, four were something he hadn't seen before.

The only character he knew was the "螭" on the very edge.

He muttered in his mouth, "What is a mantle?"

The storyteller's illness has long been cured, but he is much more energetic. He watched the copper coin in his hand fall to the ground, kept picking it up, holding it in his hand and throwing it down, this process had been repeated five or six times, but he still shook his head, dissatisfied in his heart.

He raised his index finger slightly to the ground, and there was an extra eye in the wooden basin next to it, slowly turning, sucking the hot water inside. Gently lifted again, the water in the wooden basin turned into an inch of water vortex, and jewel-like water droplets hovered in the water vortex.

The extra space under the water droplets seemed to be drained of air. The wooden basin has been completely dried and does not have any water stickiness. He stopped raising his index finger, and the whirlpool swirled sharply for several inches as it swirled, shrinking inch by inch into a low-flowing column of water.

But in a breath, the column of water stopped spinning and fell.

His palm grasped the copper coins and fell into deep thought.

"It's true, it's true, people don't know, it's true, it's true ”

"Many things, deceived by illusions, are easy to go astray, recognize the truth, and turn to the right path. ”

He reached out and tapped the wooden door with the window paper, and it opened.

Li Shuishan walked in a little embarrassed, looked at the storyteller and said, "Sir, I thought you were unwell, come and have a look." ”

"Did you hear me?"

Li Shuishan nodded, "I heard it." ”

He went down the water again, plucked a drop from the water, and slid it on his fingertips, without leaving the surface of his skin, and pressed it against a copper coin. The copper coin jumped up, jumped with a few next to it, fell into the water, and became a neat vertical bar, "one after another, cover the door alone, look at the lights, and sit with me at dusk." ”

"With the opportunity, don't force it, everything ...... No solution. ”

"There is no solution, I have no solution. ”

For the first time, his eyes dimmed, "The first time I calculated it, it was that I could continue to unsign all the way, I don't know who asked for it, and it wasn't for him, but a woman, and the woman gave it to him....."

"If Tianxing doesn't give the sign, only he can solve it, but where is this sign?"

The storyteller looked at Li Shuishan and showed sympathy for the first time, and said:

"You saw the overshadowing technique I did. I counted your fate, but I can't calculate your fate direction, I don't know if my decision to take you to the capital was right or wrong. ”

Li Shuishan did not blame the storyteller, "Mr. has been very good to me, but Mr. has also noticed that I am different, and I don't know how to explain it to Mr. ”

"My husband is sometimes very affectionate to me, and sometimes he is very caring. I already have my own ideas in my heart, maybe this journey to the capital will require me to walk a little bit by myself. I need to hone myself so that I have a body that can exist like a Taoist, and as for mana, I have seen what my husband has shown, and I have understood a lot. ”

"No, you don't. ”

He was still so ruthless, and in his eyes, he saw Li Shuishan like a child, unable to spread his wings to fly, but he regretted it a little, "I decided to go to the capital to have a look." ”

This answer made the storyteller not know how to understand it, and he originally felt that Li Shuishan had a relationship with it. But along the way, he found that the person with immortal tears was not something he could control, and this decision cost him a lot, possibly his life.

And what the storyteller is afraid of is not this, but what he still needs to do.

Li Shuishan understood, and was really ready to leave the storyteller's room.

He said, "If you want to leave, it's not for you to be now. I have known you for so long, and you must understand your rejection that the fruit that falls from this tree does not have to be picked up and eaten, and that dead fish are not only seen by the living. ”

He took out the long sword and handed it out, "Do you want this sword or not?" ”

"If you don't want to, I'll take it to the capital, and you ask me again. ”

Li Shuishan thought about it for a while, but still gave up, "Looking for you in the capital, you can give it to me again!"

At that time, he didn't want to pick up this sword, the memory under the mulberry tree was really good, but this sword made him hold a grudge, and once or twice he didn't dare to face it calmly. Maybe it's a painful choice.

The storyteller withdrew his sword, his heart twisting and pinching like a woman's, "I have something to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?" Li Shuishan said with his eyes open.

"Actually, you have a small Taoist heart. It's just that this Dao heart is not perfect enough. ”

"You're about to become a Taoist. ”

He walked back to his room.

......

When Li Shuishan woke up, the storyteller was already waiting at the door.

In this small alley, Lao Yu and his wife watched expectantly as he came to the door, holding a bag of persimmons in their hands and some dry food on his bookshelf.

Li Shuishan wanted to refuse, but was stopped by the storyteller and walked aside with Yaofeng.

"Senior, I want to worship you as a teacher. ”

He looked at the storyteller with a wistful look on his face, and glanced at it, "I won't take apprentices." ”

He rejected him directly, but he saw the energy of seeking knowledge in his expression, which made the storyteller really a little moved. Li Shuishan knew that this city would soon become an affiliate of the Heavenly Soul Master, and it was precisely because of its strange energy that he wanted to tell the storyteller about it, but he couldn't.

He waited for the bamboo mother to come with his heirs. She was relieved when she arrived at Li Shuishan's side, but she could see that he could slowly control this body. He also had a small bamboo pole in his hand, and the few familiar small bamboos behind him walked over quickly, and when he saw the storyteller, he turned into a bamboo crutch, and reluctantly let him hold it in his hand.

"Let's go. ”

Yao Feng thought that the storyteller was also going to take her on the road, and he was stunned for a long time before asking, "Senior, are you going to take me to the capital with you?"

He hit him on the head with a stick, "Of course not. I wanted you to accompany us to the temple. ”

"Temple?" Li Shuishan was a little surprised. A few days ago, Lao Yao, like the old man who held the boat, said to them that a hill in Qingshui City was connected to the big mountain that blocked the nameless city of Qingshui City, and there might really be some wonderful things here that he had not seen.

The temple, he wanted to take a look when he was in Taiping Town, but he had only heard his name, just like sealing the smoke, it was so magical, which made Li Shuishan curious.

......

Seek all kinds of !!