Volume 1 The Traveler Chapter 3 The old man sings and sighs for the heroic spirit, and the young man can hardly understand his sorrow

Ning Junxi thought it was funny, someone actually asked the restaurant if there was any wine, was it blind, or was his head not very good?

He found a wooden box to detain Xue Linglong inside, and took the time to kindly remind, "Mr. is old, it's better not to touch the wine." ”

The old man was stunned, and suddenly laughed, laughing and coughing violently, and the two people around him were suddenly nervous.

Ning Junxi was even more inexplicable, took the window pole and fiddled with the wooden box, determined that the little thing couldn't run out, breathed a sigh of relief, and sincerely suggested, "This gentleman is depressed, thinking about illness, and now his body is also dead, if you can't rest assured, it is better to go to Anyang City thirty miles away......"

He was very young and was forced by the old man to hold a very thick book to gnaw, in the old man's words is to support himself, at that time a little accidentally lost his own life, learning naturally serious, although the past few years have been a little more comfortable, some things are not daring to fall.

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his head suddenly, and Ning Junxi suddenly retreated.

"Liang Cheng!" The older old man shouted violently, and the old man's body stopped suddenly, and he looked at Ning Junxi vigilantly.

In a poor and remote place, when will it be able to accommodate such a great god as the little grandmaster.

Ning Jun coughed and ignored them. If it weren't for the fact that this old man was as old as the old man, he wouldn't have this kindness, who knew that kindness was regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, but forced him to move his true anger, and sure enough, as the old man said, the people outside were intrigued, and all their hearts were very dark.

"Xiaoyou, Liang Cheng is worried about the old man, he is impulsive, the old man is here to compensate Xiaoyou, I hope Xiaoyou will not blame. The old man said hurriedly.

"The kid can't afford it. Ning Junxi lazily went to the counter, "The rules of this store, take your own drinks, there is writing at the door, how many people should be literate, right?"

"You young man, so rude!" the girl in Tsing Yi took the case.

"Punch line!" the old man snorted.

"Hmph. The girl glared fiercely at the young man at the counter, unwilling to sit down.

"Little kid!" Ning Jun didn't bother to raise his eyelids, lowered his head and made calculations to himself, it has been snowing heavily in recent days, and he doesn't know if the medicine he picked is enough for him.

After only turning two pages of the account book, he suddenly made a movement in his hand, muttered something, turned around and hid the warm wine on the side under the counter.

The girl looked at the young man's inexplicable series of actions, and just wanted to ask, the ground under her feet shook slightly, and not long after, a few horse neighings, and a burly figure stood outside the door, holding a saber in his hand, and raised the door curtain high.

The cold wind wrapped in frost and snow blew into the wine shop, and the originally warm wine shop immediately cooled down.

Ning Jun frowned, and when he saw that the man was dressed in armor, he secretly scolded himself in his heart for his luck today.

The general didn't say much, looked around, hung the saber on his waist and walked in, and then dozens of mermaids rushed in, kneeling in front of the three people, the general's arrogant expression was also retracted, and he hugged his fists and said, "Emperor, Nine Princesses." ”

Ning Junxi raised his eyebrows, and instantly knew the identities of the three strange people.

The emperor of the three dynasties, Liu Ziyu, a lifetime of strategizing, no matter the rivers and lakes all bent their waists, it is said that more than 20 years ago, there was also a credit to the old man, but it is also this credit, so that the old man is not guaranteed in the evening, even the emperor is called the emperor feel deserved, more than ten years of resignation every day, the old man said that he is stupid, may be sincere, this year in the spring of the permission to leave the imperial capital, began to travel in all directions.

There is a loyal servant beside the emperor of the three dynasties, I heard that he used to be a Jiangyang thief, and he was slightly plucked by the emperor's three-inch tongue, and he was enlightened, and then followed the emperor, it has been more than 50 years, and this matter is said to have become a legend, but in the eyes of the old man, it is not interesting to play at home than a child.

As for this ninth princess, the old man said that she was the only person in the Yunzhen Dynasty who could look at her, he didn't think it was like that, she was rude and willful, her head was not smart, and the only thing that was desirable was the most useless one who looked not crooked and cracked jujubes, if the beauty in the book was like jade, then go to his ghost Yan Ruyu.

The old man frowned and glanced at the young man at the counter, "The old man is old and can't stand the noise." ”

"Yes. The general bowed his head and saluted again, waved his hand, and the dozens of people who rushed in swept into the wind and snow again.

Liu Ziyu stood up and trembled in the direction of the counter, Liang Cheng and Yao Miaoyu wanted to follow, but they were stopped by the old man waving his hand.

Ning Jun looked at it quietly, he didn't feel that the emperor and himself were familiar at first sight, but he had nothing to do, and it was more acceptable to be either a traitor or a thief.

He glanced at the wooden box not far away, if there was no way to get out, he would use Xue Linglong to trick them, save his life first, as for what the old man wanted to do, what did it matter to him.

"Is there wine?" Liu Ziyu just asked.

"Nope. Ning Jun opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Liu Ziyu didn't care, sat down, took a long breath, and sang solemnly.

"Millions of households in Lishu, 100,000 bows and crossbows, Jin Ge iron horses, how many iron clothes are wrapped in dry bones?"

"White-clothed war drums, thousands of miles of journey, millions of heads, fame is better than a pot of wine. ”

"The sleeping fox shrinks, the rabbit is dormant, and the anger swallows the rivers and mountains like a tiger. ”

The moth frowned lightly, his eyes were long, and his waist was lonely. ”

"Thirty miles of wind and sand covered the sky, and fifty miles of dark clouds covered the sun. Passionate and proud, but watching the blood flow into a note. ”

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"There are tens of millions of heroes in the world, and it depends on who is invincible and slaughters countless people. ”

"A few times the peerless beauty, look at who's dancing and beating the beauty drum in the shadows. ”

Ning Junxi didn't interrupt, and listened with a good temper.

Although this piece of snow is barren, strictly speaking, it also belongs to the territory of Lishu, he has heard this song a few times in the storyteller, he didn't remember what it was called, but every time he heard half of it, he would be pulled back by the old man to find the guilt, so completely listening to it again is rare.

After Liu finished singing, he stopped talking, as if such a song of more than 1,000 words had consumed all his energy.

Ning Junxi hesitated, took out a pot of wine from under the counter, and put it at Liu Ziyu's feet.

Liu Ziyu opened his eyes and looked at it, stunned.

Ning Jun spread his hands and said that he didn't mean anything else, so he should be rewarded for hearing about the story.

In fact, he just looked at this old man and was pitiful, you must know that he was filled with rough wine outside, and these were all rare monkey wines on the market, which tasted the most mellow, and he generally didn't drink it if he wasn't an acquaintance.

Liu Ziyu smiled bitterly.

He shook his head, stood up, and walked back to his seat.

Ning Jun was inexplicable, scratched his head, thought about it, and personally delivered the wine jug to the table.

The things that were sent out, the water that was spilled, he didn't have the habit of asking for it back.

But I don't know if it's his delusion, he always feels that this old man seems to be much less energetic than before.