The sun hides into the haze, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, the shouting leaves of the drama are getting weaker and weaker, and through the dark clouds in the west, you can still find the light of the sunset.

No one knows or asks where they are coming from, and where they are going, but they are happy, at least they know where they are coming from and where they are going.

The old yellowed table on the corner of the street is still clearly visible, but the old and wise storyteller is missing, and there is no public listener to the book.

Dongchang Jinyi Wei was still lying quietly on the ground, were they dead? But why didn't there be a trace of blood? Why didn't anyone come forward to care? Why were passers-by so indifferent?

Not so many why? This is the rivers and lakes.

The teahouse has long been closed, the closed door, the lanterns hanging on the left and right of the gate are constantly shaking in the cold wind, even if the cold wind is so light, it can still be free, so there is no thin paper on the lantern, maybe it has already been disillusioned in the cold wind.

The fiercest and brightest fire still needs fragile care, let alone people.

Above the attic, there are no tea drinkers.

No, but why is there still a light in that corner? The faint oil lamp does not illuminate the huge attic, but it illuminates the two meditating elders very close to it.

At the same age, the same vicissitudes, and the same rivers and lakes, they should be sitting here talking commonplace, but why are they angry?

They are obviously smiling again, why do they have anger and murderous in their eyes?

Hai Lingzi raised the teacup and shook it gently, and then muttered: "The tea is cold, what a good cup of tea, you can only pour it out before you have time to drink it." ”

The storyteller smiled and said, "The tea can be hot again when it is cold, but it is hopelessly cold in the heart." ”

Hai Lingzi looked at the storyteller and said, "I only have poison and no cure!"

The storyteller said: "It is much harder to save people than to kill people!"

Hai Lingzi's vicissitudes of life showed a knowing smile on her cheeks, and as long as the warm smile was stained with evil, it was ugly.

Hai Lingzi said: "What you said is right, so I chose to do the simple thing. ”

The old storyteller said: "At this age, can you still persist in doing one thing, whether it is good or bad, whether it is beneficial or harmful? I have to admit that you are a very wonderful person!"

Hai Lingzi smiled and said: "The tea is cold, my patience is limited, hurry up and finish the unfinished story so that I can send you on your way." ”

The storyteller smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry, the people who listen to the story haven't arrived yet!"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs of the attic, the steps were not many, nor were they steep, but the people who came walked for a long time and every step was difficult.

Hai Lingzi looked in the direction of the wooden ladder, first saw the visitor's head, then saw the hands, then saw the feet, and finally his gaze returned to the visitor's face.

The visitor found a vacant seat very close to the storyteller and sat down, and from the time he appeared in the field of vision of the two of them to the present, Hai Lingzi's eyes have not left his eyes.

The look in his eyes always conveyed something deeper, and the person who came should have been tired long ago, because the moment he sat down, he let out a soft sigh at the same time.

Hai Lingzi asked, "Friends from afar, I don't know why they appear here late at night?"

The person who came also looked at Hai Lingzi, and the thick veil made it impossible to see his face at all, and only his shining eyes could be seen.

After a long time, the visitor said, "Since you know that I have come from afar, you know that I am tired, and I must have come here to rest." ”

Hai Lingzi said: "There are hundreds of teahouses here, why did you choose this place alone?"

The visitor replied, "There are no people here who are not lonely." ”

Hai Lingzi said: "But we don't want others to disturb us!"

The visitor said, "I have already disturbed you, and if you don't react in the first place, it means that you have acquiesced." ”

Hai Lingzi smiled and said: "There are too few people who are so calm and lonely, there are too few people in the rivers and lakes, maybe you are the only person here who is worthy of listening to stories with me." ”

The man said, "Can I ask you one thing before I hear the story?"

Hai Lingzi said: "You said, if you can, the old man is willing to help." ”

The visitor pointed to the brocade guard lying under the attic and said, "Give them the antidote." ”

Hai Lingzi smiled and said: "If I really want to poison people, there is no antidote to save them, fortunately, there are no killers today, they are just beaten by the Crisp Sutra, and they will wake up in five hours." ”

The person who came said to the storyteller: "Boss, you can continue to tell the story, and after the storytelling, the people have arrived." ”

The storyteller stared at the night sky outside the attic for a long time, there were no stars or moon, what was he looking up to?

After a while, the old man muttered to himself, "Wait, there is another person who will arrive soon." ”

As soon as Lao Suo's words came out, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of Hai Lingzi and the visitor. How could anyone come so late at night, and if anyone did, what kind of person would it be?

The cold wind gradually warms up, not because it disappears, but because the breeze turns into a hurricane, blowing like a sword on the face, so it feels warm.

The sound of the wind was mixed with a trace of dust, and the three of them felt suffocated when they hit each other, and the faces of the people who came and Hai Lingzi were full of surprise and fear, and only Lao Su smiled in the wind.

His beard and white hair fluttered in the wind, and the old man smiled and muttered, "You're here!"

The sound of the wind was mixed with another voice: "Senior, I'm here!"

As the words disappeared, a figure gradually appeared on the edge of the attic, how did he come here? The three of them here didn't see clearly, at this moment, for the masked person and Hai Lingzi, he shouldn't be able to tell whether this person is a human or a ghost?

Lao Suo smiled with satisfaction and muttered: "The sword god in the wind, the heart without the sword, and the fox mountain are extinct, and you are the only one in the world who has such a demeanor!"

The figure slowly approached, and through the faint light of the fire, you could vaguely see the appearance of this person, it was none other than the nameless man who had not been away from the rivers and lakes for a long time, this swordsman like the wind and like a mystery!

This is Hai Lingzi slowly stood up and walked towards the end of the nameless, the vicissitudes of life carefully looked at the end of the nameless.

It took a long time before he spoke: "The nameless sword has always been extinct in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and I don't know why it reappeared in the rivers and lakes today?"

Finally, Nameless smiled and said: "Life is full of rivers and lakes, I have never left, so how can I talk about extinction? Everyone in the world loves to listen to stories, and I am not the exception to come here today to listen to stories!"

Hai Lingzi said, "Is the ending of this story so important to you?"

Finally Nameless smiled and said, "It was not important, but you think it is important, so I also think it is important!"

Hai Lingzi smiled and said, "Did you see those people, you can easily kill them, then the ending of this story will not be so important to you!"

With that, Hai Lingzi pointed towards the Dongchang Jinyi Wei who was lying on the ground.

Finally Nameless smiled and said, "They deserve to die, but they deserve to die here!"

Hai Lingzi asked, "Then where should they die?"

Finally, Nameless said: "Nanmeng City." ”

When finally Nameless said these three words, Lao Suo also let out a soft sigh, as if this is the end of this story, and it is also the place where the storyteller Lao Suo has been hiding.

At the same time, the masked man smiled, and Hai Lingzi also smiled, this was the answer they wanted to know the most.

The masked man said: "Yes! Nanmeng City is indeed a good name, seeing that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are not false, there is really such a place to go at this time." Now that it has been determined that there is such a place to go, I will take my leave. ”

With that, the masked man slowly walked towards the wooden staircase of the attic.

Hai Lingzi also smiled and said, "The old man has also resigned." ”

With that, Hai Lingzi also walked towards the wooden staircase of the attic.

When the two of them had gone far, the storyteller stood up and asked, "Why did you tell them about this?"

Finally, Nameless smiled and said: "Nanmeng City has spread in the rivers and lakes, and it is impossible to hide it, rather than letting this group of people with bad intentions cheat me, it is better to tell them directly and wait for the danger to come!"

Lao Su sighed softly and said: "I am here to open a table to tell stories, the purpose is to lead the ears and eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes to other places and confuse the public, true and false, false and true, so that these people do not harass Nanmeng City." ”

Finally, Nameless smiled and said: "The seniors have a heart, how can the younger generations not know? If the Southern Alliance City needs the maintenance of the rivers and lakes, then how can we talk about the covenant of the Alliance City, the elimination of violence and peace?"

Lao Su didn't seem to understand the meaning of the nameless words, and muttered, "What do you mean?"

Looking at the vast night sky, the nameless finally replied: "Nanmeng City should not only have the aura of justice, it should also carry all the dangers for the rivers and lakes, if all the conspiracies and dangers are directed to Nanmeng City, then there will be peace in other places!"

The words of the end of the name have been said very clearly, and it seems to make sense, and the old man also understands the intention of the end of the nameless, but his vicissitudes of life are still full of anxiety and worry.

After a long time, Lao Suo said slowly: "But now it's not the rivers and lakes that are looking for trouble for them, and the people in the court are also making things difficult for them." ”

Zhong Wuming smiled and said: "Only when there is trouble can there be growth, only when there is danger can there be safety, and only when someone dies can someone live." ”

Lao Suo's voice became weaker and weaker, his face became paler and paler, and his life seemed to have reached its limit, slowly falling behind him.

When the final nameless reacted, Lao Suo was already lying quietly on the ground, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was invading outward.

In the end, Nameless helped Lao Suo up and said: "Senior, you are poisoned, you are waiting for me to find the antidote!"

Lao Su pulled the end nameless and said: "It's too late for the poison to attack the heart." ”

After that, Lao Suo's eyes fell on the vast night sky.

He used the last strength of his life to shout: "Is the Jianghu really so cruel!"

Is the rivers and lakes really so cruel, and they continue to reflect on this sentence without a name, and the rivers and lakes should also reflect on it.

And for Lao Suo, perhaps what he hopes more is to protect these young people!