Standing not far from the bridge hole, watching the old sword cultivator crying so sadly, although the young man was also a little sad, he didn't have the idea of running away, there are too many people in this world, and there will be too many sad things, even if he wants to manage it, he can't manage it.

So a lot of things can only be watched.

But the young man could see that the drunken old sword cultivator was a sword cultivator with a low realm.

It was a bit surprising that there was such a monk in such a small city.

After all, this is a place that is difficult to see even the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

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The young man walked around this city called Xiaoyuan with a sword box on his back, and soon attracted the attention of many children.

In a place where the drunken old man has become a celebrity in the small town, this young man, who is more like a swordsman than the old sword cultivator, naturally attracts more attention.

It's just that Li Fuyao, who is carrying a sword box and has a long sword hanging from his waist, makes people look at it at a glance, but he doesn't look like the kind of mountain man who comes out of the dust.

The saying of the monks on the mountain has just spread.

In the past, these monks, the people of the world, preferred to be called mountain immortals.

Xiaoyuan City is just a small city in the northeast of the Yanling Dynasty, and there is nothing brilliant about it, and it is thrown in the huge territory of Yanling, this place is like a stone thrown into the sea, and no one will notice, so even after those pamphlets in Luoyang City were distributed here, it did not cause much of a sensation, and the gentlemen who had read the books shook their heads after reading it.

The adults who didn't know how to read looked at it, but their eyes lit up.

But with or without this booklet, the days will pass, the moon will still appear at night, and the light of day will always return to this world in the early morning.

This is the law of all things, even if you are a great monk of the sea, you can't change it.

The young man walked around the whole small garden city with a sword box for a day, passed through many alleys, saw many children, chased in the alleys, this is a good season for spring return, the weather is not too cold, let alone hot, this season and autumn are the days that children like.

Except for summer, it's all actually.

Spring and autumn are due to the weather, while winter is due to snow.

During the snowy season, the adults feel a little uncomfortable, but the children find it interesting, after all, there are really few children who can not care about the temptation of building snowmen in snowball fights.

It's just that now that spring has returned, many children who are still talking about last winter's cold winter also know that if they want to build another snowman and have a snowball fight, they will have to wait a whole year.

After the young man with the sword box walked for a day, he did not know if he was tired, so he sat down in front of the house in an alley, the house was not big, but the threshold was extremely high, the door was not closed, but no one was seen, the young man sat down for a while, only a child came to the door with a big white bowl, the young man turned his head and saw that the big white bowl was only a bowl of white water.

The child handed the water to Li Fuyao, looking at this young man who had never seen it before, and didn't know what to say.

Li Fuyao took the big white bowl and drank the water in small sips, he still had a relationship with this child, somewhere in the city before, the young man watched this child chatting with the old sword cultivator under the bridge hole.

After drinking the water, the young man handed the big white bowl back to the child, then turned his head, looked at him and thanked him, and after the child took back the big white bowl, he did not immediately run into the house, but sat down beside the young man, and after a moment of silence, he quickly asked: "Are you the kind of hero who walks the rivers and lakes? Or is it the kind of mountain monk that the gentlemen say?"

The young man didn't answer directly, but just turned his head and asked, "What kind do you think I look like?"

The child was holding the big white bowl in his arms, looking very calm, and he was about to recall the contents of the booklet, so he said softly: "If that kind of mountain monk, like a swordsman, can only be a sword at his waist, seeing that you are carrying such a large sword box, you don't look like a swordsman, I don't know whether it is a sword cultivator or a swordsman walking the rivers and lakes." ”

When young people hear such an interesting statement, they really think it is interesting, but only because they think it is interesting, and as for anything else, there is nothing.

The child held the big white bowl and looked at the stranger who was born to the extreme, and he was not afraid at all, but continued: "I don't care about you, I just want to hear stories, good and bad stories, I want to hear them." ”

The child seems to have a more mature mind than this age, and it does not make people feel very naïve, but gives people a different feeling.

The young man looked at the big white bowl and remembered the big white bowl he had looked at on the street many years ago, early in the morning after that snowy night had ended, and the two bowls were of course different, but they were both the same bowl.

Thinking of this, he reached out and rubbed the child's head.

There was a smile in his eyes.

After thinking about it, the young man smiled and said: "The stories I know are not very good, just like walking the rivers and lakes, you think it should be like this, but in fact it is not like this, there are many unexpected things." ”

The boy pouted and whispered, "It's exactly the same as what the old man said." ”

The young man heard this, but ignored it, just after a moment of silence, he really gave the little guy to start talking about his own experience, the experience is good and bad, the young man avoids the bad, only says the good, he was not a sword practitioner many years ago, he was a storyteller, so it is actually very interesting to tell the story.

Those stories that weren't good in the first place, I don't know why, after this young man said it, it became so angry.

Let the child listen to it mesmerized.

That's the story he wants to hear.

It was still dusk when the young man came to this mansion, and by the time the last story was finished, it was already dark, and at a glance, there were some sporadic lights in the whole small garden city.

Dotted in the night.

The young man closed his mouth and stood up, so that the child, who was still immersed in the story, came back to his senses.

The young man pointed to the lights in the distance and asked softly, "Why is Xiaoyuan City called Xiaoyuan City?"

Although that child has a lot more things to know than other children, he doesn't necessarily know everything, especially when this small garden city has been built for many years, it is not realistic to ask this child.

The young man knew that the child should not know, so he just smiled.

The child stared at him and suddenly asked, "What are you doing in Xiaoyuan City?"

The young man didn't seem to hear this, but walked towards the front alone, and after walking a long way, he said, "Kill." ”

PS: People are lazy, and I may be lazier. If you stop, you don't want to move, especially in Chongqing in July, the weather is too hot for people to be lazy to do.