"The Taoist temple has been destroyed, what are your plans?"

Hearing this, Ou Yemo was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "I heard that you have a manor over there in Wanzhou?"

Baili Chaohua was also silent, put his knife into the sheath, and said, "Why don't you build another Taoist temple?"

Half a month later, Nanshan Town under Nanshan Mountain.

In the early morning, the people in the town were still in a dream, and a burst of thunder swept to the ground, tearing through the morning fog and calm, startling the people in the town to get up one after another, carefully hiding behind the door to watch.

Billowing smoke and dust drifted behind the horse, like two earth dragons, and with the neighing of the horse, the three knights all pulled the reins to death, but the horse still ran more than a hundred steps before it was about to stop.

Li Wenshuo took advantage of the situation, turned over and got down, and after riding the horse for such a long time, his thighs were red and swollen, and he was a little awkward when he walked.

Of course, this is mainly because Li Wenshuo's riding skills are not good, although Xue Renhai and Li Fugui are also like this, but compared to Li Wenshuo, they are still a little better.

"Wen Shuo, this is what you call Nanshan Town?"

Xue Renhai squinted his eyes and looked around, and directly in front of him was a deep alley, on both sides of the alley were dilapidated and quaint, moss-covered courtyard walls close to civilian courtyards, and some courtyard walls were also covered with dense, green creeper vines.

Li Wenshuo nodded, pointed to a hill next to him that was two or three hundred zhang high, and said with a smile: "The old man of my family lives in the Taoist temple on the mountain, and he is not in a hurry to go up, there are no good things on the mountain, let's eat and drink enough at the bottom of this mountain first." ”

Aunt Wang, who was closest to her, finally saw the kid who was the leader, and hurriedly opened the door, and said with a smile: "Yo, this is not Xiao Shuozi, you still know that it has been more than a year since I came back." ”

"Aunt Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, I see that you have made a lot of fortune again. ”

Li Wenshuo was also happy to see his acquaintances, and made a joke, that is, to introduce the two people around him.

Looking at the tall horse beside Li Wenshuo, Aunt Wang kept shaking her head and said, "Tsk, it's out, sure enough, we can't support people in this small place in Nanshan, so it's only been a year since I went out, and I rode on a tall horse." ”

"Oh, how can I be, don't I have to come back here again, hurry up, Aunt Wang, cook us some vegetable soup, the brothers are all hungry, after eating, I have to go up the mountain to see the old immortal at home." ”

Aunt Wang was stunned, looked at Li Wenshuo's eyes, and stopped talking.

Li Wenshuo also noticed this, patted the money bag on his waist, and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang, don't worry, your little silver is indispensable." ”

Aunt Wang snorted and said, "A bowl of vegetable soup, your Aunt Wang is that stingy person, but you are the master." ”

"Isn't it, I've only been out for a year, and his old man has returned to the West?"

"How can it, it's just that half a month ago, there was a ground dragon on the mountain that turned over, and your Taoist temple was already broken, and after this shock, it all fell directly. Your master followed a very handsome little brother away, saying that he was a relative of his own, and he just took this opportunity to visit the door. ”

Li Wenshuo was also stunned, relatives, he has lived here for eighteen years, and he doesn't know if the old man has any relatives, what happened?

"Aunt Wang, master, did he leave anything behind? ”

Aunt Wang looked up and thought about it, clapped her hands, and said, "I remember, before he left, it seems that he left a letter from Lao Fan and asked him to hand it over to you." ”

Li Wenshuo also breathed a sigh of relief, since there was a letter, it was probably not a big deal, he turned around and hugged his fists and said: "Renhai, Fugui, you take a rest at Aunt Wang'er's house first, and I'll go to the mountain to have a look first." ”

The two also nodded and said, "Then you should be careful." ”

After speaking, his figure flashed, and he turned into a shadow and rushed towards the way up the mountain.

Li Fuguier and Xue Renhai on the side, when they saw this scene, their pupils shrank and they looked at each other, but Aunt Wang had long been accustomed to this, and they were not surprised, but they felt that Li Wenshuo had fled faster.

After a while, Li Wenshuo came to the mountain, and at this time, a little bit of sunset appeared in the sky, and the sun had not yet come out.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, he really couldn't believe that it was just caused by the turning of the earth dragon.

Although the Taoist temple collapsed completely, a clear and flat section could be seen at waist-high position, which was cut open by a knife, and a knife almost cut the entire Taoist temple in half.

Putting his fingers on the wall, he stood quietly in place, closed his eyes, and a bright knife light flashed in his mind, but for a moment, Li Wenshuo hurriedly opened his eyes, and he was almost injured by this residual knife intent.

Li Wenshuo walked to a broken wall, and his fingers caressed the wall, but a large amount of rubble fell from it, which was so soft that people couldn't believe it.

The doubts in my heart are even worse, the dark energy brought about by the fight has penetrated into the inside of the wall, destroying the internal structure, which at least has to have the cultivation of the Xuantho Middle Realm.

Walking through the ruins, I came to the flat hillside, which was even more exaggerated, and the ground within a radius of 100 zhang seemed to be ploughed by an ox with an iron plow, turning up a large area of dirt, and the knife intent and killing intent were scurrying in the air, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Li Wenshuo gasped, and was a little suspicious of the identity of the handsome young man that Aunt Wang said, and he was even more convinced in his heart that this old man in his family was really not a simple character.

Back down the hill, the sun had jumped up the hill, and the warm sun shone through the clouds into the town.

The town has become lively, with stalls set up in shops selling meat and vegetables, and a few more pedestrians on the road.

Especially in the early morning, before the restaurant opened, a shed was erected next to the road, and there was a woman who looked quite smart selling tofu brains, and the men who came to eat tofu had already lined up in a long line.

Li Fugui also shook the folding fan and leaned over, and Xue Renhai, who was looking at it, shook his head and scolded angrily: "Sven scum!"

Seeing him like this, Li Wenshuo also smiled, and did not continue to walk forward with Xue Renhai, but chose a sheltered place to sit down, and said with a smile: "Renhai, do you really want to practice swords?"

Xue Renhai was stunned, nodded hurriedly, and said with a smile: "That's natural." ”

"Why do you practice swords?"

"Because I want to be a hero. ”

Hearing this reason, Li Wenshuo sneered, shook his head and said, "Superficial." ”

Xue Renhai was instantly angry, stood up, and said, "I know that my qualifications are not good, even if I practice sword for a lifetime, I may not achieve anything, but I ......"

As he spoke, Xue Renhai's voice lowered.

"Wen Shuo, you said that if you don't have enough qualifications, you really can't practice swords?"

"Yes. Li Wenshuo replied casually.

A touch of joy appeared on Xue Renhai's face, and he said, "Then if I worship you as a teacher, how high can I achieve in the future?"

Regarding this question, Li Wenshuo thought about it seriously for a while, and then replied: "It's probably the extent of Chu Youyuan I met that day, you still don't want to worship me as a teacher, I can't afford to lose that person." ”

Xue Renhai looked at Li Wenshuo, his big eyes were red, he snorted coldly, and said, "I still don't believe it, who said that if you don't have high martial arts, you can't be a hero?"

Li Wenshuo hurriedly expressed his support and raised his hands in agreement.

"By the way, Wen Shuo, what did you practice swords for. ”

"Same as you. ”

A spring breeze blew through the treetops, and immediately made a pleasant sound, as if a mother was caressing her children infatuated in spring, and involuntarily let out a giggle.

Under the eaves, the two of them talked one sentence to the other, and I don't know when, the tavern across the street has already opened, and naturally not many people go to drink in the morning.

But there are still a lot of people around the tavern, most of them are half-grown children, of course, Li Wenshuo was one of them before.

Seeing this scene, Li Wenshuo hurriedly got up and stepped forward, and Xue Renhai behind him was stunned, not knowing what was happening, but his legs and feet did not stop, and immediately followed.

More than a dozen children immediately recognized Li Wenshuo, who they hadn't seen for more than a year, and shouted Brother Shuo, Brother Shuo, take us to the tavern to steal wine and drink. The proprietress on the side was full of black lines, and Li Wenshuo also smiled quite awkwardly.

......

Lao Fan is a legendary figure in this Nanshan Town.

In everyone's impression, he is a tall and thin storyteller, and he is also the most learned person in Nanshan Town.

But he doesn't make a living by telling stories, he just likes to tell stories, and the tavern behind him is opened by him, and it is run by the proprietress on weekdays, he sits in this lobby drinking tea, basking in the sun, looking at the surprised and expectant looks on the faces of the people in the audience, and he is indescribably comfortable.

The bookstore is not large, it can accommodate one or twenty people, and at this moment it is already crowded with a group of children, and there are three or five old people who have nothing to do, who have already sat there and waited.

I saw a carved chair, close to the wall, and there was a square table in front of the chair, tied with an embroidered dragon and phoenix table circumference.

There is a surprise wood on the table, a cup of hot tea, and a stack of peanuts, which looks quite professional.

Storytelling is a personal performance, all with one mouth, so it is called "commentary", and the common name is "commenting".

"Smack!"

Lao Fan held a folding fan, and when the people in the hall were almost here, he was shocked, the conversation box was not opened, and the audience was silent, and no one cared about when Li Wenshuo would come back.

?“ Today, the younger brother said to you, 'Ximen Qing Teahouse Drama Golden Lotus'. ”

After Lao Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, he chuckled lightly and said steadily:

"Pan Jinlian held a bamboo pole, there must have been a gust of wind, her delicate body tilted slightly, the bamboo pole also slipped off, impartially hit the pedestrian......, who is the pedestrian?

Storytelling is a physical work, the average storyteller, a storyteller has to say four paragraphs, the first paragraph is slightly shorter, and the rest is shortly followed by the second paragraph, which is called a spin.

The second stanza is long, and the third stanza is also long, and when the second and third stanzas are torn between them, the owner of the bookstore takes the large bowl from the desk and collects money from the audience. The third paragraph is finished, and the fourth paragraph is not much, so it will be over, and the most critical moment will be saved for tomorrow.

But Lao Fan is not an ordinary storyteller, he doesn't collect money, and there is no big bowl on the table to collect money, he only says one paragraph every day, stops when he is tired, and continues the next day.

Ximenqing took a closer look, and saw that Pan Jinlian, who was more iconic than the first encounter, drank three glasses of wine, his pink face was red, two water temples, and the long depiction was more beautiful than Da'e! Ximenqing praised her, hugged her in his arms, and slowly lifted the skirt, what was in the skirt?

As soon as the words fell, a pleading voice sounded in the hall, and the half-grown teenagers, whose faces were obviously flushed, were still stretching their necks.

Lao Fan was just about to laugh, but he was slapped by the proprietress and taught a lesson: "You old and unserious, and you don't look at who comes to listen to the book, the half-old children and the elders in the town are talking about these messy things." ”

Lao Fan hurriedly said goodbye, and there was another burst of laughter in the lobby.