Fengling Ferry, pedestrians, merchants, rangers...... The south comes and goes, as usual.

The restaurant is full of wine and people.

Syllable!

When the waking wood was beaten, the crisp sound was like thunder, and many noises were immediately suppressed.

A lot of eyes converged.

The blind storyteller sat in front of the desk steadily, holding a folding fan in his hand, and began to speak leisurely.

"The back waves of the rivers and lakes push the front waves, and there are thousands of strange stories. Today we will talk about the Wudang Mountain of the true martial arts......"

"Wudang Mountain again?"

"Could it be that the chattering little uncle Wudang has made any new moves?"

"People sit on the mountain, and the name is passed down the mountain?

......

Everyone in the audience turned their heads and speculated.

The blind storyteller seems to have heard it, and his mouth does not stop.

Although it is the five mountains of Daomen, after the civil strife in Wudang, it has weakened rapidly, but it has only been ten years, and there are signs of its rise recently, and these many strange things are caused by one person. Martial arts and heavenly dao are shoulder-to-shoulder. Although Uncle Wudang is young, his martial arts attainments are amazing. The name of the martial arts wizard was just a rumor in the rivers and lakes before, but recently a major event happened on Wudang Mountain, but it really confirmed the rumors. ”

In the end, the blind storyteller deliberately prolonged his tone, showing off his hypocrisy, and there was a boo below, and copper coins rained down.

"Say it quickly, say it quickly, don't sell it!"

"You nerd, you're hungry again, say it quickly, or you'll taste the big fist of the uncle's sandbag!"

"You blind man, very bad!"

......

The copper coin fell, clanging and crunching, but it was so pleasant to the ear.

A small trick, often unpleasant.

The blind storyteller smiled slightly and said calmly.

"If you want to talk about this, you have to start with an old demon who has disappeared for a long time. As the saying goes: the sea of blood is born, and the demon boy is born. The Blood Demon does not die, but is reborn with blood. ......”

"Wait, you're talking about the Blood Sea Demon Boy?"

"It can suck people's essence and blood, and make up for Shouyuan's blood sea transformation evil method!"

"Wasn't he suppressed?

......

The crowd cried out in fear.

This blood sea demon boy is a long-term notorious demon giant in the rivers and lakes, with evil laws, can take people's essence and blood, enhance their own skills, thirty years ago was a disaster for the rivers and lakes, everywhere he went, countless tragedies, to the extent that children stop crying.

Countless people in the rivers and lakes hate it to the bone, but they can't help it.

Fortunately, he was finally suppressed by the masters and disappeared from then on.

I didn't expect it to appear again today!

Now that the rivers and lakes are chaotic enough, even this old monster has been born, is it going to be bloody again?

For a while, everyone was worried and frightened.

The blind storyteller's tone did not change, and he said leisurely.

"You don't know! The person who suppressed the Blood Sea Demon Child before was the old head of the previous generation of Wudang. Thirty years have passed, and the demon boy was reborn, obviously not forgetting the great enemy, that is, he directly entangled the seven minions of the blood demon seven demons under his command and took advantage of the emptiness of Wudang to capture the mountain gate. On that day, Wudang Mountain was stained with blood everywhere, and there were heavy casualties......"

The crowd was also horrified when they heard this.

I didn't see it with my own eyes, but just thinking about it can tell you how dangerous it is.

"What about later......" someone asked uncontrollably.

The storyteller, who was blind and blind, sensed that the crowd was breathing heavily, and apparently had succeeded in arousing everyone's thoughts.

At this time, his voice changed, and his voice was raised instead, "Who would have thought that at this critical juncture, the seven sons of Wudang were first ordered to go down the mountain, and fought one-on-one across the steps, severely damaging the Blood Demon Seven Demons! At this time, the little uncle of Wudang sent the Qingniu negative map to pass down a mysterious formation, called the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation. The seven sons of Wudang, who learned this formation, were able to exert sixty-four times their peerless strength, and the head-to-head confrontation pushed the fierce formation, and finally attracted the Blood Sea Demon Boy to take action in person......

Thirty years after not appearing in the world, this old demon has already reached the realm of half-step innate nature, and with one blow of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, he can break through the True Martial Array of the Seven Sons.

At a critical juncture, the little uncle of Wudang, who never went down the mountain, finally got off the Feilai Peak!"

The storyteller is also strange.

He was already blind, but he seemed to see with his own eyes what happened in Wudang Mountain, a hundred miles away, and said that the danger of the day was exhausted, and every time he talked about a turning point, it caused the audience to exclaim.

"Uncle Wudang, didn't you say that you can't be the first in the world and will never go down the mountain? Now that he has gone down the mountain, has he become the first in the world?"

"How is it possible? This is just going down to Feilai Peak, and not down Wudang Mountain!"

"Even so, with the strength of the little uncle of Wudang and the high temperament, since he has stepped down to Feilai Peak, he must have amazing means!"

......

There was a lot of talking.

On one side is the bone surprise, a martial arts wizard who is unique in ten thousand, young and can be called a generation of grandmasters.

On the other side is a demon giant, in order to bring disaster to the rivers and lakes, with a surging momentum, make a comeback, and achieve great success.

It is conceivable that what will happen next will be a shocking battle.

Bang bang bang!

Copper coins rained down like rain.

"Reward, reward!"

"Say it, say it!"

"The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. Who wins and who loses?"

......

Such a good show, everyone is looking forward to it.

"One move, just one move!" said the blind scholar with a chuckle.

"What?" everyone was at a loss, and they didn't react for a moment.

"The Blood Sea Demon Boy, with the Blood Sea Transformation Evil Method, has achieved martial arts, the innate mystic has become a prototype, turning into an immeasurable sea of blood, polluting all the qi, almost to the terrifying level of the monstrous demonic power. But Uncle Wudang's response was just a move. It is said that on that day, the golden light in the sky above Wudang was released, and a palm fell from the sky, and the mountain of five fingers suppressed down, suppressing all evils......

So the sea of blood evaporated, and the blood sea demon boy had no power to resist under this palm, and the old demon was completely ambushed!"

Surprisingly, there was no earth-shattering battle that everyone expected.

A palm, just a palm!

The plain words made people realize the unrivaled domineering of that palm, pushing everything sideways.

Falling from the sky?

What an amazing technique!

Everyone couldn't help but be fascinated.

The blind storyteller sat on the stage, smiling and silent, and his black hole-like eyes looked directly at everyone, cold and profound, and saw all the world.

......

The rivers and lakes are big, but they are also very small.

There aren't many secrets to speak of.

Once shocked, the flying pigeon passed the book, thousands of miles away, everywhere can be heard.

The rivers and lakes are making waves again.

......

The ancient temples of the Central Plains, thousand-year-old temples, are full of a long-abandoned atmosphere.

On this day, a clear Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Master, I want to go down the mountain!"

"Zhenxiu, are you enlightened?"

"Yes, master! South Shaolin, North Wudang. Wudang has risen, and the disciples are willing to walk the rivers and lakes, convey the true meaning of Mo, and rejuvenate Shaolin!"

"Amitabha, I am very relieved that you have this thought! Shaolin has been closed for a hundred years, and it is time to see the light of day again!"