An autumn rain is nothing in the territory of the nineteen states of the Great Song Dynasty, but for Jian Zhen, it is the best thing, Yunzhou is hot in summer, and Jian Zhen is in Yunzhou, so naturally it is not exempt from the hot solar terms.

The amount of rain is not important, the most important thing is the coolness after this autumn rain.

And this autumn rain has been falling continuously for four or five days.

The green tiles and white walls of Jianzhen are silently silent in the rain, because of the rain, the road to and from Jianzhen is slippery and difficult to walk, but it is difficult for the peddlers and pawns of the merchants.

"When the will this rain stop?!"

The young man in the cloak scolded hatefully, but the rain did not stop at all, but became heavier and heavier.

No matter how much you scold, you have to shelter from the rain.

The young man wrapped up his coat and walked briskly into a teahouse on the side of the street.

If someone hates, someone loves.

"Xiaoxiao listens to the night rain by the railing, and the leaves fall mercilessly.

is the most proud thing in the world, and the red sleeves add fragrance and don't read. ”

This is the most famous Chen Xiucai in Jian Town, drunk eight buckets, drunk, and annoyed by the sound of night rain to make this seven words, it is said that these seven words are the most proud poems in his half life.

It's a pity that such a poem is still not as good as the joy and sorrow in the mouth of the storyteller in the wine shop teahouse.

In the teahouse, the tea is fragrant, there are not many people, only a few people, this is still a young man dressed in a robe, because it is close to twilight, the smoke of Jianzhen's cooking is curling in the rain, and the storyteller on the stage who is close to the sixtieth birthday is waking up the wood, and he opens his mouth to tell the story of the recklessness of the rivers and lakes before the Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty.

"It's okay, it's not too late. ”

As soon as the young man in the cloak took off his heavy coat like armor, two people, one large and one small, walked outside the teahouse, one large and one small, along with their oil-paper umbrellas.

Put away the oil-paper umbrella, and the face of the person under the umbrella is no longer mysterious.

is a young man dressed in white, with a delicate face but no loss of edges and corners, and the little one who follows him is a girl who is as white as a snow ball, and is also dressed in white, but it is more endearing than the boy.

After all, all of them were men, no, there was a woman sitting in the corner, and her eyes fell on the girl next to the boy.

The boy's name is Wang Yi, and the cute girl next to him is not his sister.

Although she obviously felt the eager eyes of everyone in the teahouse, there was only Wang Yi in the girl's eyes

One person.

The umbrellas were placed side by side on the stool next to the table, and Dr. Tea slowly picked up a pot of tea that had been prepared long ago, as well as a few exquisite refreshments, walked to the table of two, and smiled at the girl: "Xiao Yuanniang can't cry today, crying on a rainy day, but she has a nightmare!"

The girl snorted, ignoring the smiling Dr. Tea.

Dr. Tea put down the things in his hand, and he was not annoyed, but just smiled at Wang Yi and walked away.

The young man in the lily robe slowly approached the seats of Wang Yi and Xiao Yuanniang, pulled out a stool, and sat down.

At this time, the storyteller on the stage is talking about the most wonderful book buckle, but all the stories told by the storyteller must have a "book buckle", and when it comes to the wonderful place, it will stop, hook people's hearts, and after rewarding, it will be talked about again, which is the way of the storyteller's existence.

As soon as the waking wood was patted, the story came to an abrupt end.

This story is much shorter than before, and after a sip of tea, the storyteller who is over the age of sixteen steps off the stage.

Wang Yi raised his hand and rubbed the hair of Xiao Yuanniang, who was sitting beside him, and said, "Wait a while, don't run around, follow me, if you hurt me, you will feel distressed." ”

Xiao Yuanniang nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I won't." ”

In the teahouse, there are only the voices of the two of them, and the sound of Xiaoxiao rain, which is quite depressing.

The storyteller, who had just stepped off the stage, washed his hands in the basin of water that had been prepared under the stage, while Dr. Tea stood respectfully behind him and handed the old man a cotton towel.

The storyteller is the owner of the teahouse.

"It's all here, there's something that I, an old man, have to tell you, it's old, it's useless, this Jane town's affairs, I don't count, but I can still do it if I leak some news for you." ”

The eyes of the five people in the teahouse all fell on the old-looking storyteller.

The man with a beard on his face, the pale but beautiful and pitiful woman, and the young man with a dagger in his sleeves are all Wang Yi and Xiao Yuanniang who are dressed in white.

His eyes swept over these guys who didn't know how long they had lived in Jian Town, and the storyteller said: "You followed me to this Jian Town back then, and the time was not short, but the world has been changing, just like tea, it is getting weaker and weaker, there are some things, I can't be the master, don't hate me, Jianmu Tiandu is here to take over you." ”

There was silence.

The man with a full face and beard sitting in the seat next to the door sneered: "Heh, the public expelled us back then, and now he wants to take over, when what are we?"

Ball!?"

"Ball, because you overestimate yourself, we old guys, in the eyes of Tiandu Jianmu, I'm afraid that we can't even count as a ball. ”

The pale-faced but beautiful and pitiful woman sneered, there was a thorn in her words, and she was for the storyteller.

Dr. Tea suddenly arrived, stretched out his hand and grabbed the beautiful woman's neck, and the silver and white electric snake was wrapped around his arm, lifting the beautiful woman up, without the slightest intention of pity the jade.

"Dangkang, let her go. ”

Mr. Storyteller said lightly, and Dr. Wenyancha let go of the beautiful woman who was already flushed.

It's just that the silver-white electric snake around him has no intention of reining in.

"I said, I'm old, the matter of Tiandu Jianmu should also be solved by yourself, the things of the past, right and wrong can't be said, benefits, but there is no right or wrong. ”

Mr. Storyteller took a slow sip of tea, and after the glamorous woman put it down for Dr. Tea, she didn't say anything, just sneered.

The young man sitting opposite Wang Yi spoke, "Then what should we do?

At this time, Wang Yi, who was sitting opposite him, said: "We have always been in the Jianmu Heavenly Capital. ”

"Hehe, that's right, we have always been in the Jianmu Heavenly Capital, the tree does not die, and we, the self-proclaimed walking ants, will never be able to get out. ”

The storyteller said with a smile, and out of thin air, there was an extra piece of paper decorated with strange trees.

"I can't thank you, in the end, the crime I suffered with me, Jianmutian can give you, but there are many more than me, an old man who has half cut into the ground, fox and ghost, these three positions, is it enough?"

Suddenly, except for Wang Yi and Xiao Yuanniang, the eyes of the remaining three people became hot.

Mr. Storyteller put down the paper in his hand, he was very satisfied with such a burning gaze of thirst for power, and in the past, he also reached the peak of Jianmu Tiandu.

"What about you?fox ghost demon, the real agent of Jianmu Tiandu, which one do you want to be?"

Wang Yi's face was still flat, but in the depths of his eyes, there was still an unconcealable desire, which was a desire for power!

Xiao Yuanniang said: "People!

The storyteller burst out laughing, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"The white head doesn't see the fox ghost and the demon, but the person has never appeared in this Jianmu Tiandu!"

Wang Yi looked at Xiao Yuanniang with a blank face and said, "Then I'll be the first." ”