Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Long Pavilion

The pigtailed girl next to the storyteller saw that her grandfather's cigarette stick was taken away by the young man in front of her, her big black eyes suddenly widened, she looked up at the old storyteller with a solemn expression, and turned her head to look at Yang Yi who was holding the cigarette stick, and was extremely surprised.

Others don't know the mystery of the old man's cigarette stick, but the little girl knows it very well.

Although the old man's dry tobacco stick is called a cigarette stick, the shape is very different from the ordinary cigarette stick, much longer than the normal smoke stick, almost more than three feet long, the whole is made of hardware, it can be used as a cigarette stick to smoke dry tobacco, and it can also be used as a weapon to resist the enemy.

This cigarette stick was in the hands of the storyteller, never leaving his hand for a moment, and he didn't expect to be snatched away by the noble man in front of him now, which really surprised the little girl.

At this time, I was even more surprised to hear the old man say that he couldn't light the tobacco in Yang Yi's hand. She stretched out her hand and shook the old man's arm, "Grandpa, I often help you light a fire and smoke, this boy wants to take a sip, or let me help him light it." Without waiting for the old man to speak, she had already walked in front of Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Childe, my grandfather is old and his eyes are not good, I will light your bag of cigarettes for you." ”

Yang Yi didn't want to embarrass the female streamers, and when she saw the little girl take out the fire fold from her backpack and stretched out the cigarette pouch pot in her hand, she immediately put away the cigarette stick and said with a smile: "The little girl is the right thing to teach her husband and children at home, follow her grandfather to the rivers and lakes, eat and sleep in the open, what is the fun at all?"

The little girl with big pigtails said: "The family is poor, so they live by telling stories." ”

Yang Yi shook his head and smiled: "If the Sun family is also considered a poor family, then how many people in the world dare to call the word 'rich'?"

The little girl exclaimed, "You know us?"

Yang Yi shook the cigarette stick in his hand and said with a smile: "If you don't know you, you have to know this stick." ”

It was obviously a cigarette stick in his hand, but he said that it was a stick, but the little girl was not surprised. "Oh, now this stick is in your hands, you see that you are so handsome and young, and you are noble, and you are holding such an ugly stick in your hand, wouldn't it be a big shame? You'd better give it back to my grandfather. ”

Yang Yi said: "This stick is ugly? There are only three or two people in the world who are qualified to say that this stick is ugly." ”

Seeing that Yang Yi's eyes were gentle and had no evil intentions, the little girl was not afraid of Yang Yi, sat opposite Yang Yi's wine table with great interest, and asked, "How many people in the world are qualified to say that this cigarette stick is ugly?"

Yang Yi pointed to himself, "First of all, I'm qualified!"

The little girl giggled and said, "Childe is so thick-skinned, so who is left?"

Yang Yidao: "There is another one called Shangguan Jinhong!"

The old man standing next to him shuddered when he heard this. The palms of the hands trembled slightly.

The little girl was unconvinced and said: "Shangguan Jinhong, how can his dragon and phoenix ring compare to this heavenly ......" When she said this, she suddenly stopped, obviously not wanting to say the name of this cigarette stick in public.

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Seventeen years ago, the dragon and phoenix ring was indeed inferior to this cigarette stick, but seventeen years later, this cigarette stick is already old!"

Yang Yidao: "Although the stick is still the same stick, there is less of the heart of competition and more of the pain of fame and profit." My heart is dusty, and I have many worries. It's no longer as sharp as it used to be. If this rod is against the double ring of the mother and child, it will definitely fail!"

When the storyteller heard this, his body shook again, and his eyes showed pain.

The little girl looked at Yang Yi angrily: "Why are you so sure?"

Yang Yi said: "I'm so sure!"

The storyteller next to him stood for a long time, and finally sighed and asked Yang Yi: "Then how can I win the child and mother ring?"

Yang Yi smiled: "There is no way at all! People are old." We have to give way! What do we care about doing so much? The children of the rivers and lakes are old, and the new generation replaces the old. The era of the older generation will eventually pass, so why bother clinging to the past?"

The old storyteller nodded and said, "That's right! It's just that the world is uneasy, and there are restless people who disturb the rivers and lakes, how can people calm down?"

Yang Yidao: "Now the restless people have also settled down!"

The old man was stunned. "yes, the Money Gang has dispersed. ”

Yang Yi didn't say more, took out a piece of broken silver and slapped it on the wine table, got up and walked out, "The old man is old, it's better to go home and tease his children and grandchildren to take care of his life!"

After Yang Yi walked out of the restaurant, he suddenly turned back and shouted to the little storyteller: "Sun Xiaohong, your Ruyi Langjun is nearby! He laughed and strode away.

The little storyteller looked at her grandfather blankly, "Grandpa, how does he know my name? Do you know who he is?"

The storyteller sighed: "Girl, you are asking knowingly." Didn't we just talk about him?"

Sun Xiaohong's eyes widened, "He is Yang Yi?"

The storyteller said, "Who else but him?"

Sun Xiaohong exclaimed: "So young?"

The storyteller said, "So he is a celestial." He let out a long breath, as if all the blocks in his heart had dissipated with this breath. His face gradually became normal, and he turned his head to Sun Xiaohong and smiled: "Girl, Li Tanhua is nearby now, why don't you take care of him?"

Sun Xiaohong stomped her feet: "I hate it, when did he become my wishful husband?"

The old man laughed.

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Three months later.

Ten miles east of the city.

"Brother Yang, are you leaving?"

In front of Yang Yi stood Li Xunhuan, Guo Songyang, Sun Xiaohong and A Fei, who were bidding farewell to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi looked at Ah Fei, "The flying swordsman doesn't hate me anymore?"

Ah Fei looked at the sky indifferently and didn't say a word.

Yang Yi laughed, "Two months ago, this sword in your hand was really powerful, and it almost killed me!

He sighed: "In the past three months, I have killed and killed hundreds of good hands in the Demon Gate, and I feel a little tired, and the rivers and lakes will be calm for a while in the future." If there is any more turmoil in the future, it will depend on the methods of Brother Li and the flying swordsman!"

Li Xunhuan said with a smile: "Brother Yang is man-made in heaven and covers the world. Although you have used thunderbolts for these three months, you have the heart of a bodhisattva. The Money Gang has also been forcibly dispersed by you, and the Demon Gate has withered, and the world has been peaceful for at least 30 years. Everyone in the world is grateful for Brother Yang's goodness. ”

Guo Songyang said: "I don't know where Yang Shaoxia wants to go?"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "I have a powerful opponent who is still waiting for me outside, my halberd in my hand and my crotch horse have been seized by this person, I want to leave this world to find a way to defeat this person." ”

Li Xunhuan was shocked: "Is there anyone in the world who is better than Brother Yang?"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "The world is high, and there are many masters, what is the two hands of the younger brother?"

laughed a few times, and arched his hand: "There is no banquet in the world, and I will bother a few more when I have time in the future." ”

Turning away, under the morning sun, the figure gradually blurred.

Li Xunhuan sighed: "Brother Yang was born out of thin air, and he is really a heavenly man!"

Sun Xiaohong said: "Let's not talk about Yang Yi first, what should we do?"

"This ......" Li Xunhuan looked embarrassed, looked at Guo Songyang, Guo Songyang looked at Ah Fei again, Ah Fei looked up at the sky and didn't realize it.

Li Xunhuan was puzzled, "How can this be good?" (To be continued.) )

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