When the storyteller asked about the Money Gang, the little girl smiled and said: "The Money Gang? Who in the world doesn't know about the number one gang in the world today? Its gang leader, Shangguan Jin Hong, was listed in the second place in the weapon spectrum by Bai Xiaosheng, and his reputation is impressive, and he overwhelms the crowd. ”

The storyteller laughed: "Now money has helped a big thing, but most people may not know it." ”

The little girl was curious, "What's the big deal?"

The storyteller laughed: "The money gang is disbanded!"

"What!"

As soon as the old storyteller said this, and before the little girl could speak, the yew man just now shouted: "Nonsense! The money gang is such a big gang, how can it be said that it will be dispersed?"

The storyteller sighed: "Its prosperity is also vigorous, and its death is also sudden." Even if the dynasty changes, it can't escape this fate, let alone such a gang as the Money Gang?"

The little girl asked, "What is the reason for such a big gang to disperse?"

The old storyteller said, "Because of one person!"

The little girl asked, "What kind of person? What kind of person has such great skills to force Shangguan Jinhong to dissolve the money gang that he had worked so hard to establish?"

The old man said: "Heavenly man!"

The little girl was puzzled: "Celestial?"

The old man said: "Yes, celestial! This person was born out of thin air, and there was no trace of him in the rivers and lakes before, as if he fell from the sky, so he was called a celestial." ”

The little girl was curious: "What method did this celestial use to make Shangguan Jinhong dissolve the money gang?"

At this time, not only the little girl was curious, but also the drinkers present also pricked up their ears to listen to what the old man had to say.

Only Yang Yiyu was arrogant and munching, holding a wine bowl and pouring wine, which was extremely conspicuous in the entire quiet lobby.

The old man glanced at Yang Yi, and the cigarette pouch pole in his hand suddenly trembled. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, but then he calmed down and said, "There is only one way to get Shangguan Jinhong to dissolve the Money Gang!"

The little girl asked, "What way?"

The old man said, "Defeat him!"

The little girl was surprised: "Defeat him? In addition to the Tianji Old Man's Tianji Stick, is there any weapon that can break Shangguan Jinhong's alphabet dragon and phoenix ring?"

The old man said: "I didn't have it before, but now I have!"

At this time, the yew man in the lobby still put a piece of silver ingots on the table in front of the grandfather and grandson. "Don't ask and answer, let's talk about it, what's going on?"

The old man put the ingots into his sleeves with a smile, coughed lightly, and stopped selling Guanzi, "This strange man from the sky, as soon as he first appeared, he appeared in the duel between Guo Songyang and Shangguan Jinhong. ”

The little girl interjected: "Guo Songyang, could it be Guo Songyang, the Songyang Iron Sword ranked fourth on the weapon spectrum?"

The old man said, "It's not him. Originally, Shangguan Jinhong's appointment was Xiao Li Tanhua and Li Xunhuan, but Guo Songyang was very righteous and fearful that Li Xunhuan would encounter an accident, so he used a trick to stop Li Xunhuan, but he went to Shangguan Jinhong's appointment instead of Li Xunhuan. ”

The little girl said: "Doesn't Guo Songyang know that Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming have always been together, he went to the appointment alone, and in the face of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, wouldn't he be a sheep." Ten dead and alive?"

The old man said: "So Guo Songyang is deeply righteous, and when he went to the appointment for Li Xunhuan." He already has a mortal heart. ”

The little girl asked, "Then why did he survive again? Could it be that the heavenly man saved him?"

The old man said, "Not bad. This strange man from outside the world, passing by here, saw Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming fighting, Shangguan Jinhong stood aside to exert pressure on Guo Songyang, which made Guo Songyang uneasy, and ten percent of his combat power was only eighty percent. It's a game of death. This strange man, seeing the two of them fighting Guo Songyang alone, couldn't help but feel chivalrous, and in a fit of anger, he stepped forward and fought with Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming. ”

The little girl said, "Could it be that he alone defeated the joint attack of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming?"

The old man said, "Not bad. This strange man is indeed not like a mortal character, and in just ten moves, he has already defeated the alliance of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wusheng!"

The old storyteller and his granddaughter answered and reconciled, and even told the scene when Yang Yi rescued Guo Songyang very well.

Yang Yi laughed while listening, and after sweeping all the wine and food on the table into his stomach, the old man also finished recounting the fight between him and Shangguan Jinhong.

After listening to this, the whole restaurant was full of discussions, some believed, some did not believe, and they argued with each other, and when the storyteller and his granddaughter walked off the stage, they were still arguing.

When Mr. Storyteller and his granddaughter went out, they happened to pass by Yang Yi's wine table.

Yang Yi squinted and took a closer look, and saw that the cigarette pouch pot in his hand was still emitting a trace of white smoke, the jasper's cigarette holder was almost a foot long, and the brass-colored cigarette pouch pot was extremely large, just like a child's fist, and the whole cigarette pouch pole looked like a stick.

Seeing him approaching, Yang Yi got up and said with a smile: "The old gentleman's cigarette pouch and pot are very unique, I don't know what it feels like to smoke cigarettes." He reached out and grabbed the cigarette stick in the old man's hand: "I want to take a puff, okay?"

The old man smiled and said, "I don't borrow this cigarette stick." With a slight shake in his hand, the cigarette stick drew a wonderful angle, avoiding Yang Yi's grasp.

Yang Yi kept grasping the momentum in his hand, and said, "It's okay to take a sip! I just want to taste it!" He snapped his fingers, and a few wisps of strong wind hit the cigarette stick, "I haven't smoked dry tobacco for a long time!"

The old man's cigarette stick was lifted up, and he had already avoided the wind, and said with a smile: "It's just a puff of cigarettes, why should young people be so anxious?"

Yang Yi also smiled: "This cigarette is different, if you don't smoke, your heart will be uncomfortable!" He closed his fingers, pushed his palm forward, and then withdrew his palm, a whirling force, wrapped in suction, sucked the cigarette stick, and moved it to his hand.

The old man said: "The tobacco tastes bad, and it will be even more uncomfortable if you smoke it!" The cigarette pouch pot that he was about to extinguish suddenly burst into flames, and the tobacco burned fiercely, like a small torch, and the flames were arched out more than a foot high by an internal force, and rushed towards Yang Yi's face.

Yang Yi puffed up his cheeks and blew, retracted the flame back into the cigarette pouch pot, and said with a smile: "This cigarette stick is really interesting, borrow me to play for a few days!"

The old man said: "Didn't you say it, you won't borrow it!" The cigarette stick in his hand was about to be stroked again, but suddenly his palm shook, and the cigarette pouch pot jumped out of his hand and flew in front of Yang Yi with a "whoosh" sound like a living thing.

The old man's face finally changed color.

Yang Yi copied it with his hand, grabbed the cigarette stick, dipped the cigarette holder in the wine bowl, and with a wave of his hand, the red tobacco in the cigarette pouch pot was already lit up.

After Yang Yi took a few puffs, he had already finished smoking the tobacco inside, knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the table, and the cigarette ash was splashed, Yang Yi squinted and smiled: "The old people are so old, why are they still walking around the rivers and lakes?"

The old man sighed: "It's better to have fun with old age, it's better to take a walk than to hold back at home all the time." ”

Yang Yi took out a handful of tobacco from the tobacco bag tied to the cigarette stick and stuffed it into the cigarette pouch pot, and said to the old man: "I didn't have a cigarette just now, can the old gentleman light a fire for me?"

He was fighting with the old man for the cigarette stick just now, in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them just reached out and grabbed it slowly, and I shrank my hand to avoid it, nothing surprising, but if Li Xunhuan or Shangguan Jinhong saw this kind of scene, they would definitely be amazed.

From Yang Yi grabbing a few times in succession, when he grabbed the cigarette stick, to the old man avoiding it while counterattacking, and then to Yang Yi unknowingly hiding the dark energy in the cigarette stick, although the movements of the two of them seem to be ordinary, they actually contain extremely advanced martial arts principles.

It's just that in the end, the storyteller is still inferior to Yang Yi.

Now Yang Yi asked the old man to help light a cigarette, which gave him a chance to regain the cigarette stick.

The old man closed his eyes and thought about it, shook his head and sighed, "I can't light this bag of cigarettes!"

Yang Yi smiled: "Then I'll use it first." When your old man thinks he can light it, he will return the cigarette stick to you. (To be continued.) )

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