"Senior, senior, I know it's wrong. Yao Feng knelt on the ground and muttered, "I didn't know this would be like this, besides, when the fourth prince Langbai who got together with me that day just asked me to wait outside, there was no intention of killing." At that time, when I knew, it was like this rain falling on the shower, which became empty. ”

The short sword in Li Shuishan's hand withdrew his sleeve, looking at Yao Feng with an innocent face, but it was contaminated with the cause and effect that did not belong to him, and the storyteller did not show any signs, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the man, and said: "Although you are not a Taoist, you have a strong physique and a physique of cultivation. I wonder if the woman was the last one to look at you?"

Yao Feng nodded and said, "What the senior said is exactly the moment I saw her die." That glance, there is something peculiar, and there is ...... A hint of death. ”

"Thoughts of death. Li Shuishan thought of how such a graceful woman could have the urge to make people die, it should make people hate and be soft-hearted.

The storyteller sighed, waved his hand, and said to Yao Feng: "You don't have to run away, stay at home with your father and mother, they are a little old, I'm afraid it won't last long." ”

In the house, an old couple who had woken up had already slept on the bed, and their noses were sweet and elegant. There was a teardrop on the two deep wrinkles, but they had long since dried up. The two people in the eyes of the storyteller are amiable. He could see the connection of the dreams clearly, one wearing silk and satin, the other wearing a small cross-hat in the capital, driving a small wildebeest at the foot of the slope, stopping by the small hillside in the distance, and in the distance was a red glow......

"They slept beautifully. Li Shuishan also saw it, although it was only for a moment, the short sword in his hand trembled, and he was puzzled and envious of these two people.

Yao Feng had some doubts about the behavior of the two, "Senior, I'm still leaving, I'm afraid of attracting murderous thoughts here, maybe I'll leave and die with them, so that I can protect the safety of my father and mother." ”

The storyteller said, "I have killed all the people who chased you just now. Even if you don't do anything to your father and mother, do you think you'll leave?"

"And what have you done that would cause such a thing?"

Yao Feng sighed and said, "I ...... about this matter."

The storyteller saw the difficulty in his heart and asked no more.

"If you don't say it, you don't have to have so many questions and wait at home. After speaking, he waved his hand, and the dream world of the old Yu couple in this room was interrupted, and it became a subtle and slightly warped anecdote, and between their conversations, they were just like reality in each other's dreams, holding hands together, as if they saw the time when their souls soared soon after.

Yaofeng knelt down in front of the house and confessed to his father: "I shouldn't, shouldn't do this for my own selfish thoughts." ”

......

One night.

That night, the waters of the earth became frost.

Everything came very quickly, breaking Li Shuishan's idea of alternating autumn and winter under the mountains in the past. And this alternation was so swift that the storyteller was not too surprised, and when he returned to the room, he picked up the long sword in his hand and continued to wipe it.

This wipe is more than half an hour.

The sky was a little dry and cold, but there were a few small bamboos of different colors that seemed to have become fine, and all the yellow and rotten bamboo leaves were dropped, and one by one came to the house along the wall, and rushed into Li Shuishan's guest room, and he jumped.

Li Shuishan said in his mouth: "What, this is bamboo?"

The storyteller was exhaling, exhaling a mouthful of hot air, and there were filaments swirling around her in his mouth, stopping in front of him along his fingertips, and he opened his mouth to swallow it, and smiled with satisfaction.

A few small bamboos stopped outside the storyteller, saw his face, and said with a smile: "This is the old Taoist priest you said about fighting last night, how does it look a little old." ”

"You nonsense, how come the old Taoist priest is not old. Another little bamboo said.

"That's right, why isn't the old Taoist priest old?"

"Then the old Taoist, how can he be old?" it asked again.

The other little bamboos were speechless in replying.

"Anyway, it's right. The storyteller was amused by the door's answer, but was powerless to refute it. Touching his face, he exhaled and said, "Is there anything wrong with you elves?"

These little bamboos sneakily walked in, with the cork mat under Li Shuishan's buttocks, and came with a hum. Seeing that there is an extra huddled figure behind the storyteller here, it is Li Shuishan's flower cat.

It had a piece of bacon in its mouth.

When he didn't pay attention at first, he secretly ran out, and Li Shuishan walked to the front of the room and said to the little bamboos: "What do you want? ”

A few of them sighed a few times and said, "I didn't expect there to be a little Taoist priest here who spoke so loudly?"

"I wonder if bamboo shoots are delicious?"

"The bamboo is fresh bamboo, I don't know if it's good or not. This sentence was heard by a slightly thick one of the bamboos, who was as thick as his upper legs and neck, and with a hint of doubt, looking at the other bamboos, each of which was yellow, as if it was going to be swallowed by the cold winter, and then came to intercede with the storyteller.

It opened its small mouth and asked, "Old Taoist, we have come here to intercede and do us a favor." ”

When the storyteller heard this, his eyes widened and he said, "What's the matter?"

"Uh, ah......hh

The mouth of this bamboo was very small, as if it couldn't be articulate, and it was pulled over by another thicker bamboo, and then said: "Old Taoist, we are in a relatively big trouble. This trouble may be a bit cumbersome, as for how to do it, it is to find the city lord......"

Hearing this, the storyteller did not make it clear, but as for the two bamboos surrounded by several others, he said, "I'll tell you." ”

I saw a yellow-green bamboo, with a hint of doubt, and said angrily in front of the door: "This person is the city lord, and they will come every once in a while to extract our bamboo pith to continue his life." We could have survived this strange winter, but this time we were all going to die. ”

"We've come to you and want you to help us get rid of this city lord, even though he won't live long, he'll come tomorrow and smoke us one last time. I hope the veteran can help us. ”

The storyteller didn't immediately agree, he reached out and touched the air in front of him, and with a tug of his hand, as if he understood something, he said: "I feel that the bamboo spirit in the air is dead, even if I save you, you will die within a few years because of the loss of the bamboo spirit's offering." ”

A few small bamboos were stumped, apparently they didn't expect the storyteller to see at once that their bamboo spirit had been drained of all its energy in the previous winter, and had become a piece of jade.

They were extremely disappointed.

"And what is the strength of the city lord?" the storyteller asked.

"The Bamboo Mother told us that its strength is in the condensation realm of your human beings, its physical strength is amazing, and it has a good knife technique. It was at that time that the bamboo mother was cut off one of her arms, and under the protection of the temple, she was able to recover most of it, but among the power that existed in his sword technique, there was a strange power that was not possessed by humans. ”

Li Shuishan looked at the shortest small bamboo, and said so many words, and became curious.

An ordinary-looking bamboo can say a few words like a human being, "But you have to give me something." ”

The storyteller said as he stared at them.

"What's that?" replied a couple of bamboos.

"The jade that you have turned into a bamboo mother. After listening to what the storyteller said, they were silent, for the bamboo mother was their creator, if they were taken away, they would lose their original roots, their expressions were strange, and they asked weakly, "What are you taking away?"

The storyteller didn't speak, but a few of the little bamboos said, "We don't have a bamboo mother, and it's like we've lost our existence." Although Taoists will not stay in a certain place and look for opportunities everywhere, then we also know to follow the bamboo mother. I hope that the old Taoist will be perfected!"

"Then you turn into a small bamboo pole and let me carry it!"

The storyteller smiled, and several small bamboos twisted into a ball and turned into a bamboo cane, and the storyteller held it on the ground and touched it, feeling quite satisfied.

"A bamboo, a man, and a lame man, a small bamboo. ”

Li Shuishan looked at the storyteller on crutches outside the door, feeling a little unsure.

When the storyteller heard Li Shuishan's muttered words, he snorted coldly in his heart, and said to the door: "It's here, don't come in yet." ”

Li Shuishan hugged his chest, his expression was a little ugly, but as a little teenager, it was indeed a little inappropriate in front of an old man, but after all, a storyteller is still a storyteller, and he is also called a little gentleman by them, and his heart is quite good.

"After all, I'm a little gentleman, and there's not much difference between me and you. The storyteller snorted, "Do you know what you're saying? ”

Hearing this, Li Shuishan was somewhat angry in his heart, and he didn't say anything superfluous, so he became angry.

"Qingshui City is so small, and people's hearts are so unpredictable. He knew that the storyteller showed him the sword intent, but he didn't think that the sword was the only thing he had in his hand, maybe it was a small flower and grass, a finger that could turn into everything, let him hold it in his hand and use it to kill.

"Turn the ground into a prison, and keep yourself in place. ”

"The squirming and pinching appearance is a bit like the little woman in front of the village swaggering and posing. I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart, I can teach one move, you can learn one move, but two tricks and three moves, and so on, how will I teach you. ”

"If you learn, you won't be able to surpass me. "Storytellers are not afraid to say big things, but Li Shuishan is a little too stubborn about this matter.

"Sir, you just don't want to teach me. I can see your dreams, why don't you let me learn other spells but swordsmanship. ”

The storyteller was silent, this time the silence was because Li Shuishan was imposing on Lao Yu and his wife by the storyteller about the dream art of marrying, and only let the other party communicate with each other, and he would not control and guide, which can also be called the art of dreaming.

A dream can be a dream, so that others can feel that their dreams are developing in an orderly manner according to their own ideals, until the last moment of the dream is over, and this dream is over, and life is over. This can also be regarded as a kind of euthanasia, or an invisible technique to kill people. However, this kind of spell will fluctuate due to the strength of the opponent's mind, and it will not be carried out smoothly, but it is a possibility that it is a Taoist, a monk with a strong mental power, who uses his mind to bring the caster into a dream.

But this time, Li Shuishan saw it, but he wouldn't.

The bamboo cane in the storyteller's hand opened a big eye, and said to the storyteller and Li Shuishan: "I feel the threat of the bamboo mother, and I hope that the two gentlemen will carry it here." ”

Li Shuishan liked to listen to these words very much, nodded, and had an extra short sword in his hand, "I know that the city will definitely know this short sword, just as I gave him a gift." ”