Jingzhou is wide, the mountains are towering, rich in sweet jujubes, upland rice, north of Yuzhou, east of Longxi, Nanyang two counties, Jingzhou terrain is strange, the middle of the Hengli mountain range, since ancient times there is the name of Angelica, this continuous mountain range is called Angelica Mountain.

Jingzhou Yanwu, how many good sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are out of Jingzhou, the origin of Shaolin martial arts, the Dharma Academy, the Taoist ancestral court Huangting Temple are all in this Jingzhou, north and south, and called the ancestor of Jingzhou Buddhism.

Someone once commented on Jingzhou: There is one stone of martial arts in the world, and Jingzhou has eight buckets.

Bustling street, an old man in white, leisurely wandering in the streets of Taixi County, Jingzhou, although the state of the fairy wind bones, but did not attract attention, by the influence of Huang Ting, Dharma, Jingzhou hinterland temples and Taoist temples are numerous, Jingzhou to monks, Taoists are respectful, but also everywhere can be seen such dressed people, although the old man sideburns and white hair, but the waist is straight, not a little old, pedestrians think that it is the older generation of Taoist temples, it is not strange to see more.

Jingzhou Shangwu really deserves its reputation, and young rangers with swords and swords can be seen everywhere on the street, and even the toys played by children on the street are wooden swords and long sticks.

The old man found an open-air tea stall at random, and there was a tea dart flag written in black ink outside the tea stall, which was slightly shabby, and he didn't care, just sat down, and the young man who looked like the second child of the tea stall did not speak, and a pot of hot tea was pushed on the table.

That's right, it is to push, with the long and thin bamboo pole pad under the pot, one-handed operation, the hot and rough teapot pushed on the table, not a drop spilled, the old man saw this, did not marvel, nodded secretly, regardless of the skill, this hand push tea is afraid that it has been a few years of skill, this Jingzhou martial arts really deserves its reputation, at that time the travel did not stay in this Jingzhou long, it is a pity, this time while Bodhidharma, Huang Ting invited, but to have a good swim.

That's right, this old man in white is the Zhao Nanchao who left Songshan, the old heavenly master of Zhao.

"You know how to play treasure, can't you serve it well, when did you smash your performance, and you hurt the guests yourself, I told you"

The old man with a thin body, a slight rickety, and a tone like a shopkeeper appeared behind Xiao Er at some point.

Zhao Nanchao smiled without saying a word, and drank the hot tea in the bowl for a while.

The tea stall does not have any precious tea utensils, the teapot made of yellow mud, the tea bowl burned by the small workshop that has been missing for a long time, in this early winter, it is steaming freely, and it also has a unique taste.

"Little Er, Hot Tea"

Xiao Er didn't seem to be afraid of the rickety shopkeeper, but he was annoyed by the old man's harassment, so he took this opportunity to turn around and limp to tiptoe up the teapot with a bamboo pole and put it on the stove to reheat the tea for Zhao Nanchao.

"Eh, you kid, you think about what swordsman you are all day long, it's good if you can boil this pot of tea" The old shopkeeper murmured behind him.

"Brother, do you say so?" asked Zhao Nanchao as he spoke.

"Cough, young people are always a little impulsive, and it's normal" Zhao Nanchao didn't expect the old shopkeeper to talk to him, and he was almost scalded by hot tea for a while.

Jingzhou's folk customs were also open, and the old shopkeeper immediately sat down opposite Zhao Nanchao, took a plate of peanuts, and took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Brother, listening to this accent, it's not us" During the conversation, Erlang's legs were cocked and shook inadvertently.

"The shopkeeper has good ears, I'm from Yuzhou"

"Eh, I heard that there was a heavy snowfall in Yuzhou, and many people froze to death" The old shopkeeper was not polite, grabbed the melon seeds and sent them to his mouth, sipped them, snorted, and spit out the skin of the melon seeds.

"The shopkeeper is well-informed, and it is true that the snow this year is a little abnormal" Zhao Nanchao did not move the melon seeds and peanuts on the table, and took a sip of tea by himself.

Saying that, Xiao Er had already brought the teapot again, this time he didn't use the bamboo pole, he used a thick rag to pad it, put it on the table, turned around and took care of himself in a daze, took the bamboo pole and stabbed the snow next to him, and did not add a tea bowl to his shopkeeper.

"My brother smiled, my tea stall, there are more people who go south and north, and this ear will be practiced, and the news will naturally be known."

"I don't know if my brother knows that something big is going to happen in Jingzhou today?" said the shopkeeper's rickety body and leaned forward.

"Oh, please tell the shopkeeper about it," Zhao Nanchao looked interested.

"No, brother's tea is cold again, I'll tell Xiao Er to go hot and hot" said, rubbing his two thin palms.

Zhao Nanchao has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and this rule can still be seen, so he casually took out two pieces of broken silver and put them on the table. "Add a little more food"

Two pieces of broken silver is more than enough to fill a table, and the rest is the money for this news, there are a lot of customers coming and going from this tea stall, and the natural news is very well-informed, referring to the tea money of those copper plates, I am afraid that these two people will not be able to spend this winter.

When the shopkeeper saw the silver, he immediately changed his face, and said diligently: "Brother doesn't know, according to legend, there will be a martial arts conference in Jingzhou soon, and heroes from all walks of life will live in groups, Longxi Qingjian faction, Yangzhou Shuojinmen, Liangzhou Sihai Pavilion Many famous and surnamed sects will participate."

"Oh?" Zhao Nanchao took a sip of tea, but instead of showing surprise, his hand moved towards the silver on the table.

Seeing this, the old shopkeeper hurriedly covered the silver, put it into his arms, showed some yellowed front teeth, and smiled at Zhao Nanchao.

"Don't worry, brother, I heard that this conference is jointly organized by the most outstanding sect in Jingzhou, the Dharma Academy and the Huangting Temple, and an immortal figure will also come here" The shopkeeper's tone paused slightly, and he sold a lawsuit.

Zhao Nanchao couldn't help but laugh in his heart, this shopkeeper is a bit condescending to open this tea stall, and it is not bad to go to that restaurant to make a comment.

"This fairy character still has some connection with my brother"

"Oh? ”

Seeing that Zhao Nanchao was hung up on his appetite, the old shopkeeper did not tell him, picked up the peanuts by himself, picked them up with his hands, and threw the peanut kernels into his mouth.

"Hehe, the shopkeeper but it doesn't hurt to say," Zhao Nanchao said, and took out another piece of broken silver.

The shopkeeper was quick in his eyes, and before the silver fell on the table, he picked it up, sneered all over his face, and put it into his arms like a baby, and did not forget to sigh.

"This immortal character, just like the old brother, is from that Yuzhou, Zhao Lao Tianshi, the head of Songshan in Yuzhou, that is really a fairy character."

"Oh, how is he that immortal figure?" Zhao Nanchao was surprised, but asked playfully.

"Speaking of this old heavenly master, martial arts world-famous, when he was young, he was a heavy setback to all kinds of masters, rumors in the market, now he is a half-step sanctified immortal, you say it is not powerful, brother" said and gestured a few times, it seems that this shopkeeper also had that martial arts dream when he was young.

"Oh, that's really the right thing to see."

"Eh, brother, where is this kind of immortal figure so easy to see, I don't charge much for today's conversation, I'll tell you a gossip" The shopkeeper was mysterious, and lowered his voice, but he didn't see any movement in Zhao Nanchao.

"It's not good for you to get closer, brother, it's not good to be heard by others"

Zhao Nanchao didn't say much, and approached the old shopkeeper with curiosity.

"I'll tell you brother, if you really want to see that fairy figure, go to Angelica Mountain, maybe you can see the fairy figure"

After saying that, he didn't say anything, and he didn't care about Zhao Nanchao, he got up alone, just turned around, and came back with a smile on his face

"If my brother doesn't eat it, I'll withdraw, so as not to waste it"

Zhao Nanchao waved helplessly, but did not stop him.

After a while, the tea was drunk, and seeing that the sky was a little dark, he did not disturb the shopkeeper, left a few pieces of broken silver, and turned around and walked towards the alley.

Seeing Zhao Nanchao walking away, the old shopkeeper got up and kicked Xiao Er, who was still "drawing talismans" on the ground, "Don't practice, you can't become a hero if you practice, practice a fart."

"Yes," muttered Xiao Er.

"You're a fart, you're a cripple," the old shopkeeper said loudly, but he didn't show any anger.

"Forget it, let's practice, let's practice, if you hit the south wall, you'll know to turn back," he turned around and teased himself with a voice he could hear.

"Who doesn't have a dream of wanting to be a hero, when the dream wakes up, I know that it hurts, it's fine, eh" snow, slowly falling from the sky, floating past the cart next to the tea stall, falling on it in a trance, the snow around the cart, the dark place next to the eye, a wooden box-like sword box is lonely and covered with dust......

"Shopkeeper, what do you say?" Xiao Er didn't know when he arrived behind the shopkeeper, limping but not disappointed.

"I'm talking, hurry up and pack up your things, let's change places" The shopkeeper was also startled.

"Where to go, isn't it good"

"What a fart, hurry up and clean up, let's go to Angelica Mountain"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then cheers drifted along with the snowflakes.

In the distance, in the alley, the old man in white who was standing here secretly and did not go far smiled bitterly.

This rivers and lakes, perhaps it is precisely because of these little people in the eyes of others that they are angry, and they deserve to be called rivers and lakes.