Shen Cangsheng stayed in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe he wanted to keep listening to the storyteller's story, or maybe he was too tired to find a place to stay.

In a word.

The day is still drizzling.

Shen Cangsheng found an inn nearby, Wangcai Inn, with a very festive name.

Day 2.

The rain still didn't stop, it didn't rain heavily, it was always drizzling.

It's both loving and annoying.

However, it is still hot in the teahouse.

Voices.

A pot of tea, a plate of snacks.

Tea may not be the best tea.

Snacks are not royal pleasures, but ordinary food.

Shen Cangsheng took a cup of tea in his mouth, leaned back gently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands were placed on his laps, superimposed.

It's like a rich man who has nothing to do.

The storyteller was shocked!

"Smack!"

Shen Cangsheng opened his eyes with interest, touched a peanut with one hand, slowly peeled it off, and looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller was very angry, and his voice could be heard everywhere in this teahouse.

"Let's go back to the book waterway, phew, look at my rotten mouth!"

The storyteller didn't see the slightest embarrassment and slapped himself lightly in the mouth.

The guests below see this.

They all laughed.

"Haha, Second Master Li, is there still a time when this mouth of yours is wrong?"

"Haha, I'm afraid it's not that the mouth is wrong, but the hand is slow?

"That's it!"

The storyteller waved his hand and said, "Don't be anxious, think that I have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, knowing astronomy and geography, how could I make mistakes?"

"It's not that I see that your enthusiasm is not high, and there are few tickets, in my heart, this is depressing!"

"Haha, as long as you say this book well, there will be tickets or something!"

"That's it, you can have some dry goods or something, but don't be like that script, it's very watery!"

The storyteller hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile: "When others tell stories, they have always been full of dry goods.

Shen Cangsheng looked at these people and smiled lightly.

Picked up the tea and took a sip.

At the same time, the storyteller also began.

"In the last book, we said that it was a major event that happened in Fengshan, Yuhang City, which has been rare for decades!"

"As for why it's a big deal?"

"Then let's talk about this river and lake first!"

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that at the top of the rivers and lakes, there are eight sects overlooking, and these eight sects are also called eight holy places by the people of the rivers and lakes!"

"However, although there are eight names, there are only seven that we can call out and appear before men. ”

At this point, the people below spoke.

"What about the other holy place?"

"By the way, if you hadn't said that, I really wouldn't have noticed that there are only seven holy places!"

"Presumably, this last one is so mysterious that it doesn't appear in front of people. ”

The storyteller laughed.

"You are right, this last holy place is...... I don't know!"

The appearance of the storyteller is particularly underwhelming at this time.

"Haha, it's this set again!"

"I guessed it a long time ago. ”

"Master, I am known as the Eighteen Knives of Langlang in the rivers and lakes, if I didn't still want to listen to you, I would have given you a knife a long time ago. ”

The storyteller arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your love, we will get back to business!"

"The last holy place is not visible to people, so let's talk about these seven holy places!"

"It just so happens that there is a holy place in our Yuhang City, just above that Feng Mountain, called the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion!"

"Since ancient times, what have Jianghu people paid the most attention to?

"The name of the Holy Land is probably the most eye-catching existence of all the forces in the rivers and lakes, but no one can replace it. ”

"The Sword Sect is a first-class sect under the Holy Land, and the Sword Sect has always wanted to replace a Holy Land. ”

"I think everyone has already heard that the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect are all working towards this goal. But is the Holy Land so easy to replace?"

"If the Holy Land is so easy to replace, won't the name of the Holy Land be in vain?"

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about the contemporary Sword Sect Sect Master Sword Coming Wind!"

"It is said that the former sect master of the Sword Sect invited to fight with the Holy Land, was defeated repeatedly, and was finally hacked to death by the cloud lord of the cloud in his dream. Become the last sound in the rivers and lakes, after all, no one can do his realm......"

"Let's talk about this sword coming to the wind, the sword coming to the wind, the current sect master of the Sword Sect, it is said that this sword coming to the wind has an extremely good martial arts training qualification, and in just fifty years, he has reached the supreme realm. ”

"Sword Coming Wind naturally has also inherited the Sword Sect's dream of becoming a holy land since ancient times, and I also happen to know this mantra of the Sword Coming Wind Sect Master. ”

"The Sword Comes Wind Sect Master always says that people with dreams usually have no bad luck, but with Sword Coming Wind, he just planted this sentence. ”

"The predecessor of Miao Zhenfeng, the master of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion, guarded the southern border for Great Xia, and finally returned to the soul, and now on this day, Jian Laifeng led the people of the Sword Sect to Fengshan to replace the holy land of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion. ”

"But who would have thought that our prince would have expected it a long time ago!"

The people below asked, "What did the prince expect?"

"That's it, you don't have to talk about it tomorrow this time!"

"That's it, or I'll really give you a knife!"

The storyteller laughed.

"The crown prince had long expected that this Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion would seem to encounter problems, so when the sword was coming to the wind. ”

"Eighteen horsemen like blood fell from the sky!"

"Smack!"

The storyteller was shocked.

"The one who came, it was the Eighteen Horsemen of the Gods!"

"You know, the origin of the eighteen horsemen of the gods is not simple, it is said that they have no humanity, they kill people when they meet people, they slaughter cities when they meet cities, and where they pass, they really don't leave chickens and dogs, and they don't grow a single grass!"

It is precisely for this reason that the seal of the Holy Admiral has not appeared for more than thirty years. ”

"However, it came at this time. ”

"Moreover, the target is still the Sword Sect!"

"I don't need to say more about the fate of the Sword Sect, right? I guess when I encounter such eighteen horsemen, if I think about it, it is estimated that it will not be much better. ”

The storyteller sighed softly.

"This Sword Sect also deserves it, Miao Zhenfeng's predecessors fought for the court and the people of the world, but he came to persecute a group of women, he is really a scum!"

"Hehe, brother, are you more inclined to the imperial court?"

"So what? If it weren't for the official service for disaster relief, my family would have starved to death a long time ago. ”

"Hehe, what kind of dog is the imperial court, a bowl of porridge will buy you? Anyway, you are from the rivers and lakes, and you are very disdainful of what the imperial court does!"

"I agree with Brother Tai's words, the imperial court has taken over the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, so that I can only learn martial arts from the imperial court, besides, disaster relief, isn't it what the imperial court should do?"

Inside the teahouse.

There was a flurry.

Shen Cangsheng smiled slightly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Old Shen, look at it, who are these people? Do you want to let the fat master and I take the eighteen horses of the gods to destroy them?"

Shen Cangsheng was beside him, and he didn't know when a fat man came, and the fat man picked up the teapot and drank it.

"You're done?"

Shen Cangsheng peeled off a peanut and asked with a smile.