Beiliang City.

Snow falls and the streets emptigate.

The Moon Tower is becoming more and more populated.

Refill a pot of tea, and sit upstairs on a few plates of melons and fruits.

Or warm a pot of sake, and then there are three or five plates of famous dishes in the north to drink, and three or two confidants are around.

Southerners are good at tasting tea, and northerners are good at drinking.

Regardless of whether he came from the south or from the north, they were all passers-by when they gathered in the building on such a snowy day.

Look at the storyteller's gently shaking folding fan, the tactful twists and turns of the story.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the railing, and listened to what kind of wonderful interpretation was made by the 'Pulsatilla's mouth's 'Great Xia White-clothed Army Waiting for Blood to Kill the God King'.

"There are demons in the world, there are foxes in Qingqiu, you can be a human body for a hundred years, a sky fox for five hundred years, and nine tails for five thousand years. ”

"Let's say that that year, our five generations of military candidates Jiang Ponu, just three arrows to settle the rebellion of the thirteen tribes of the Southern Barbarians, he rode into the Northern Qin with a cold gun in white clothes, just for the Qingqiu fox girl of the Luo family, and killed the god king in white clothes with blood......"

Although the storyteller is old, he is imposing.

The voice is distant and fluttering, and there is a golden iron horse between the exits, which can't help but make people yearn for it.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the old man with the fan with a bright face, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he should order a table near the house.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this, so you can only look at the railing dryly, and drink tea and eat fruit while listening to books.

"Hey, Jiang Xiaoworm, who are you that Jiang Ponu?"

Behind the young man, Ji Xiaoyue was also attracted to him at some point, and pulled the corner of Jiang Xiaoworm's clothes and asked in a low voice.

The little girl's voice was really small, crisp and cowardly, like the sound of mosquitoes, for fear of disturbing the people around who were listening to the book with great interest and attention.

At this time, if you speak loudly, you will attract the wrath of the people.

"Uncle?"

This question really stopped the boy.

Turning around, he touched his chin and thought hard.

Seriously speaking, even if he is now the supreme grandfather of the Southern Regions, if he sees the white-clothed soldier, I am afraid that he will have to respectfully bow to the juniors.

But if you count it from Aunt Luo, you have to be an uncle.

After thinking about it for a long time, I don't know how to arrange this generation.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help glaring at Ji Xiaoyue, and raised his hand to rub the little girl's somewhat yellowed hair, "Where did you come from so many questions, you dead girl, concentrate on listening to books!"

"Nasty!"

Ji Xiaoyue glared at this Jiang Xiaoworm who dared to violate his 'three taboos' one after another, and couldn't help but raise his little foot and kicked it towards the young man's buttocks.

I saw that Jiang Xiaoman's valuable moon-white robe left a small black footprint.

The little girl's strength was not great, but the young man holding on to the railing couldn't help but stagger, and he turned over and fell into the lobby downstairs with a "snap".

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman's physique is now far beyond ordinary people, and he is so good that he has not fallen out of three long and two short.

The old gentleman who gently shook the folding fan and called himself 'Pulsatilla' was stunned for a moment, then picked up the big white on the table and took a sip, stroked his beard lightly and joked with a smile: "This little brother is very skilled, the old man remembers that our Daxia martial arts has a trick that falls from the sky, called 'Divine Sparrow Descends the Nine Skies', which has been lost for many years, but today it is actually a re-emergence in the rivers and lakes." ”

Originally, many diners in the Mochizuki Tower who were listening attentively were stunned, and their eyes were attracted by the boy who suddenly fell from the upper floor.

There was silence at first, followed by laughter.

I have to say that this 'pulsatilla' who first entered the temple and then entered the rivers and lakes has a really good ability to control the field, and in a word, it solved the embarrassment of the teenager, and also attracted many listeners to a full house.

Jiang Xiaoman only felt that his cheeks were feverish, and he hurriedly got up without caring about patting the dust off his body, jumped up with his toes on the ground, and jumped straight to the second floor.

"Smack!"

"is such a handsome light skill, worthy of being a young hero who can use the 'peerless magic skill' that has been lost for many years. ”

Only a startling sound was heard, and the pulsatilla spoke again.

The words were laughing, but they attracted applause from the audience.

"Ji!Xiao!Yue!"

Falling back to the ground, Jiang Xiaoman gritted his teeth and stared at the little girl who knew that she had made a mistake and hid behind Xiao Ying early, word by word.

"You...... What are you going to do?"

Poking her head out from behind Miss Xiao, the little girl who knew that she had made a mistake blinked her big eyes, timidly looked at the young man who was slowly walking towards her step by step, and asked cowardly.

"Jiang Gongzi, Xiaoyue is also unintentional. Xiao Ying was quite righteous, and opened her hands in front of Ji Xiaoyue, but the corners of her mouth were shallow curves.

Miss Xiao was born extremely beautiful, and her figure was extremely tall, and I felt pity when I smiled, and I couldn't help but let the scholars and knights on the left and right look stunned, and secretly wondered who this girl was, who could be so tactful.

One side has one party's rules, so there are many literati and knights who are excited, but they don't mean to bother.

Beiliang is good in Beiliang, most of the many northland wealthy families led by the Dugu clan were born in the army, grew up in the battlefield, sharpened in the rivers and lakes, and there are very few descendants who can't support the wall, I can't say that there is no one, but most of them have been kicked into the northern army of Daxia Town by the elders of the clan, so the security in the city is very good.

Compared with other places in the Southern Regions, the three states of the Northland do have a lot fewer ordinary people who fight and flirt with girls.

Most of the passers-by who come and go from the south to the north deal with Beiliang City all the year round, so they are naturally more or less contaminated with the habits of Beiliang.

Since this pitiful girl has someone by her side, there is no serious intention to come forward and talk to her, it is just like seeing a wonderful flower, and it is good to look at it a few more times.

As for whether there are people who have evil thoughts, they will not be in a hurry if they think about it.

Se Lingzhi is not stupid, no one is not afraid of seeing the young man fall straight to the ground.

Most of the wealthy families in the north live in Beiliang City, and if they provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, they will undoubtedly find a way to die for no reason.

There are also big places that are good in big places.

There are many rules, and I am not afraid of those who have no scruples.

If you dare to come nonsense, someone will naturally take action to treat you.

This is especially true in this Moon Tower.

In the past, there were people who picked quarrels and provoked trouble in the building, but they were all standing at the front desk always with a smile on their faces, and the fat shopkeeper who often talked about making money and making money in his mouth smashed half to death with the copper abacus in his hand.

This fat shopkeeper surnamed Tie doesn't care if you are a wealthy family in the Northland, or a descendant of a giant in the rivers and lakes.

As long as you dare to make trouble in the Moon Tower, no one will be spared.

It's not that there are no people who have revenge in hindsight.

But after so many years, Mochizuki Tower can still stand.

Restaurants and inns, dragons and snakes are mixed, each with its own background.

For example, the largest green building in Beiliang City, 'Star Picking Tower', stands behind it, but it is Dugu, a well-known wealthy family in the Southern Regions.

To say that Mochizuki Tower does not have the slightest background is undoubtedly a joke.

But if you have some brains, you won't stir up disputes here.

It is not something that an ordinary restaurant can do.

After a commotion, the building was quiet again.

Only the majestic voice of the 'Pulsatilla' echoed through the building.

The storyteller is the most test of speech skills, and it is a technical job to mobilize the emotions of the people who listen to the story.

The so-called storyteller has exhausted all the situations in this world, and only those who listen to the story will enter the drama deeply.

Like this 'pulsatilla', as soon as he opens his voice, he is intertwined with millions of masters.

It is already the pinnacle of this industry.

Zhongyu Tianjilou has "Kyushu Side Gate List", which is changed every hundred years.

It includes 360 lines of skilled craftsmen outside the temples and rivers and lakes.

Those who can be on the list are all people who are at the pinnacle of the five domains of Kyushu in a certain line.

There are cooks, there are tailors, there are plays.

Naturally, there are storytellers.

These people, although they may not be in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes of Kyushu have their legends.

And this 'pulsatilla' is the ninth master on the "Kyushu Side Gate List" in this world.

Mochizuki Tower, can invite this old gentleman to sit in the town, and its heritage can be glimpsed.

......

"What's the matter, I just want to beat you!" Jiang Xiaoman's body swept away, and he had already appeared in front of the two girls, looking at the little girl with an innocent expression at this moment, he couldn't help but be happy.

This dead girl, who has always been lawless, even knows to be afraid.

Jiang Xiaoman stretched out his hand forward, Miss Xiao wanted to stop, but the young man moved faster.

The little girl couldn't help but close her eyes, her head shrank back, and her soft face was still pinched by Jiang Xiaoman.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't dare to use his strength, for fear of really hurting the little girl, so he gently pinched Ji Xiaoyue's face, deliberately stared at Ji Xiaoyue with a straight face and didn't dare to look at him, pretending to be angry: "Do you know it's wrong?"

"Got it......" The little girl lowered her head and looked at her toes, and her voice was so small that only she could hear it.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help laughing, and said in a lukewarm voice: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know......" Although Ji Xiaoyue's voice was still very small, it was very reasonable.

The little girl naturally didn't feel that she was wrong, who let Jiang Xiaoworm, the bad guy, provoke her first, she was not afraid!

"Defeated by you!" Jiang Xiaoman sighed for no reason, pinched Ji Xiaoyue's face, shrugged his shoulders helplessly with his retracted hand, and said softly: "Listen to the old gentleman carefully, such an opportunity is rare." ”

"Got it!" Ji Xiaoyue rubbed her face and rolled her eyes.

In the past, when I was in Fancheng, the little girl's favorite thing was to listen to books.

During the day, I spent more than half of the time quietly squatting outside the teahouse and bookstore, listening to the storytellers talk about talents and beauties, and about the love and hatred of the rivers and lakes.

Speaking of which, it is inseparable from the word 'love'.

But the little girl will always have fun.

Moreover, Ji Xiaoyue is also convinced that whether it is a storyteller or a listener, this heart will not be too bad.

The name of 'Pulsatilla', even if it is a little girl like Ji Xiaoyue who has never left Fancheng, it is also like thunder.

As Jiang Xiaoworm said, such an opportunity is really rare, and she naturally doesn't want to miss it.

Without arguing with the young man anymore, the little girl sat obediently on the side, slammed her chin on the table, and quietly listened to the old man continue to tell the story of the white-clothed soldier who was 'angry at the crown and became a fox girl'.

At this moment, the pulsatilla folding fan shook gently, as if he had experienced it himself, and slowly told everyone in the building about the past of the five generations of Daxia soldiers who pierced Cangyue Mountain with one shot.

At present, it has already been mentioned that the white-clothed army is waiting to carry a gun in the Black Emperor City of Northern Qin, killing thirteen former sectarian powers of Northern Qin in a row, breaking the black water death row White-clothed and blood-stained to kill the winner of the god king realm immortal powerhouse sitting here, and rescuing the Qingqiu fox girl who was banned here, which has led to a continuous war between the two domains for decades.

Jiang Xiaoman's blood swelled when he heard this, and Ji Xiaoyue's big eyes were also full of energy.

Even Miss Xiao, who is always quiet and quiet on weekdays, has a slight increase in the corners of her mouth at this time, yearning for the white-robed Jiang family's military waiting, and can't help but envy the Aunt Luo who lives in the peach forest underground.

When they left the bank of the Lechuan River, the three of them already knew Luo Xuanji's identity.

It is the Qingqiu fox girl who has attracted the anger of the white-clothed army in the mouth of the white-clothed soldier now.

What woman in this world doesn't envy to have such a lover, forgetting life and death, riding into Northern Qin alone, and killing the god king alone.

can be loved by this person for a lifetime, even if he is really scolded by the world for being a disaster, and he is really famous, he is still satisfied.

"Bang!"

Just when the 'pulsatilla' was talking about the highlights, he heard the crisp cracking sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the ground.

"What bullshit Jiang family white clothes!"

"What about killing the God King with blood, and what about the spear splitting Cangyue Mountain?"

"Haha, in the end, it's just a poor worm who can't even protect his beloved woman. ”

When the voice fell, I saw a man in white with an iron sword, looking up to the sky and laughing, staggering out the door.

The man's back has an indescribable gloom.

This is undoubtedly a public outrage, many diners are extraordinary, grumpy Jianghu Erlang, raising a knife to chase it, but was stopped by the pulsatilla waving his hand.

Jiang Xiaoman listened attentively, and he couldn't help but be angry when he was suddenly interrupted, stood up and chased to the railing, but he was stunned, and said in a lost voice: "Uncle Dugu ......"

The old man who told the story watched the man stagger, but the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and he muttered in a low voice, "General."