Ye Shengge's incident of beating people on Sword Mountain has spread throughout the world in autumn and winter.

When the monk of the Daomen lineage heard the news, he naturally felt very relieved, this swordsman lineage since that Li Changgu also became a sword immortal, the entire swordsman lineage, the scenery is unparalleled for a while, at this moment, someone let the sword mountain master sect taste a big defeat, naturally it is a happy time, there were many monks before who felt that Ye Shengge's identity was to discredit the Daomen monk, but after this incident, there were many people who had different ideas.

Ye Shengge is a disciple of the Daomen and the heir of Ye Sheng, needless to say, Ye Shengge will not stand on the side of the demon clan no matter what, so that is to say, this Daomen Tianjiao, even if he has half of the blood of the demon clan in his body, but the whole person is still hearted towards the human race, in this case, why can't she be allowed?

With this idea, many monks who had a knot in their hearts before can be solved, but there will be many stubborn people who will not think so.

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What do the monks on the mountain think, this is not about the people under the mountain, the days that the people have to live are spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Year after year.

On the west side of the mountains and rivers, there is a small town in the border country of Liangxi, this town is called Qiufeng Town.

The town is small, with only a few hundred households, and it is almost the same as this town.

There is only one restaurant in the town, which is very ordinary on weekdays, but since half a year ago, this restaurant is not very ordinary.

Because there's a young man here.

When the young man arrived, he first bought a small yard on the west side of the town, and after a few days there, he began to fish in the river.

After a few days of fishing, the young man walked into the restaurant for the first time and ate in it once.

When the sun set, he grabbed the shopkeeper and talked to him a lot, but he didn't know what he said, anyway, the shopkeeper looked blank at first, but finally nodded.

So from the second day, there was an additional storyteller in the restaurant, either someone else or the young man.

The young man looked at his face, but when he looked at it, he had the air of a book

Since the beginning of telling stories here, the business of this restaurant has become more and more popular, and the shopkeeper has a smile, this money-making business, not to say that he dislikes the money more.

It's another day when the sun sets.

The young man waited in the restaurant for the guests to disperse, and then got the day's silver from the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and when he left the restaurant, he gave the little two some scattered silver.

Then I passed by a steamed bun shop somewhere in the street, bought several steamed buns, bit one myself, and gave the rest to the old yellow dog guarding the mouth of a certain alley.

The young man slowly drew some wine in another liquor shop, and then returned to the small courtyard before.

Walking into the courtyard, the young man sat on the bamboo chair, watched the sunset that was about to disperse, and then the whole person was extremely relaxed.

He took out the wine gourd from his waist, took a few sips, and then began to hum a certain song.

looks like a reader after falling off the list, at the end of the road, talking about books for a living, but there is still the backbone of a reader in his heart.

It's very decadent when you look at it.

It's just that no one can help him with this kind of thing, after all, it's his own choice.

The young man had finished drinking, and it was almost the sunset that was gone, only a night.

Moonlight was in a bad mood today, so he pulled a black cloud to cover his face, and the world didn't have a chance to see it.

The stars hung scattered in the night sky.

Starlight as always.

The young man stood up suddenly.

Because a woman in a white dress appeared at the gate of the small courtyard.

This woman's face is very beautiful, and when people look at it, they feel that there is spring water rippling in their hearts.

But this young man didn't think like this, he just glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze.

"How did you know I was here?"

Ask, it can't be a sin.

The woman in the white dress pushed open the door that had been closed, walked into the courtyard, looked at the young man, and said, "It is impossible not to find the person I am looking for, so as long as you are not dead, it is impossible not to be found." ”

The young man smiled wryly, "I know you can find me, but what I'm asking is why you're looking for me." ”

I can find you, and I want to find you, two situations that cannot be confused

One talk.

The woman in the white dress didn't answer this question, but continued: "I went to Sword Mountain once, and I didn't do anything big, just beat Wu Shanhe. ”

There are many women in white dresses in the world, but there must not be many who can go to Sword Mountain, it can only be Ye Shengge.

And the young man Ye Shengge bothered to find could only be that Li Fuyao.

Ye Shengge glanced at Li Fuyao, and then said: "I don't like him very much, and I heard some things, so I went to beat him, what do you think." ”

"It's not good, but I really think it's good. Li Fuyao touched his nose, he naturally could think that Ye Shengge was doing this for him. When the sun set, he grabbed the shopkeeper and talked to him a lot, but he didn't know what he said, anyway, the shopkeeper looked blank at first, but finally nodded.

So from the second day, there was an additional storyteller in the restaurant, either someone else or the young man.

The young man looked at his face, but when he looked at it, he had the air of a book, and when he began to tell stories here, the business of this restaurant became more and more popular, and the shopkeeper smiled, this money-making business, not to say that he disliked the money that came from it.

It's another day when the sun sets.

The young man waited in the restaurant for the guests to disperse, and then got the day's silver from the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and when he left the restaurant, he gave the little two some scattered silver.

Then I passed by a steamed bun shop somewhere in the street, bought several steamed buns, bit one myself, and gave the rest to the old yellow dog guarding the mouth of a certain alley.

The young man slowly drew some wine in another liquor shop, and then returned to the small courtyard before.

Walking into the courtyard, the young man sat on the bamboo chair, watched the sunset that was about to disperse, and then the whole person was extremely relaxed.

He took out the wine gourd from his waist, took a few sips, and then began to hum a certain song.

looks like a reader after falling off the list, at the end of the road, talking about books for a living, but there is still the backbone of a reader in his heart.

It's very decadent when you look at it.

It's just that no one can help him with this kind of thing, after all, it's his own choice.

Wu Gillian.