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Liang Pu County suddenly became restless in these few days, some small gang forces began to hibern, not as arrogant as before, do whatever you want, after all, there is a rule hanging over the head, no rules are not a circle, no one dares to break these unwritten rules, but unfortunately after the Spring and Autumn War, there are no rules in the small rivers and lakes of Beilai, and the rules that originally clamped down on the rivers and lakes have begun to be provoked and crushed by more and more rookies Junyan and become fragmented, and some old Jianghu people can only sigh that the world is declining, and the people's hearts are not ancient。

There are talented people in the country, and the rivers and lakes of young people have the rules of young people, no, Ning Yuan Dart Bureau doesn't know why he was killed all over the house overnight, and it is a great blessing to be able to leave the whole corpse, most of them are not human, Ning Yuan Dart Bureau can be seen everywhere in the courtyard of the stump and broken body, the murderer is outrageous, some people who saw the miserable scene after the slaughter of Ning Yuan Dart Bureau can't help but feel cold all over their bodies, this kind of killing method is so cruel that it is outrageous, but no one has pity on the group of dead people in Ning Yuan Dart Bureau, but there is a lot of talk after dinner。

In fact, Ningyuan Dart Bureau is a small improvement of the dart game, not big or small, at least there is a total dart head of seven strengths, but unfortunately it is rumored that the total dart head died is even more unknown, it seems to have been pierced through the heart by a sword, there is no sign of fighting back, in the end, what kind of enemy can be so unkind to Ningyuan Dart Bureau, everyone abides by the 'woe to the wife and children', but the women and children in the dart door are all killed, and the enemy who wants to kill is not the older generation of Jianghu people.

Since the Spring and Autumn Injustice War, the rivers and lakes began to divide the Jingwei River, which is called the 'old rivers and lakes' and the 'new rivers and lakes', and the sons and daughters who have experienced the Spring and Autumn Injustices are regarded as old rivers and lakes, and they do things in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the older generation of Jianghu people respect the rules the most, and the face and rules are always placed above their lives; the people who stepped into the rivers and lakes after the Spring and Autumn Injustices War were classified as 'new Jianghu people' and may have been baptized by the war, and this group of young Jianghu people is full of gangsterism, mercenary, what'Loyalty, righteousness, courage', 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith' have long been thrown out of the clouds.

The two generations of people have to divide the river and rule, the older generation is not used to their interests, sighing that the world is declining, and the new Jianghu people say that the older generation eats the old and finds fault with each other.

The 'light building' teahouse outside Liangpu County is still open, the business is still tepid, and the fat boss is still the same smiling old man when he sees everyone, but there is no and the charm of the proprietress is still on the side of the secret Qiubo business is inevitably a lot of cold, I heard the boss say that he went back to his mother's house, which made some men who would have gone to drink tea with the slender waist of the proprietress were unhappy.

A group of old men should have been drinking, in order to see the boss lady with as much meat as many as eight taels on her chest, it was worth a few glances, no matter how light the tea was, but if you can look at the suffocating scenery on the old lady's chest, you can also drink the taste of spirits, and you can't see the boss lady, you can't help but cry out for bad luck.

The proprietress is gone, and she still drinks a fart tea!

Originally, drinking tea was the exclusive domain of literati and sorcerers, and what was to be sour or sweet or sweet was now tasted by a group of bearded men with stubble? A group of stout men came over to ask for a few pots of tea after finishing their work, and the whale sucked the cow and drank it to quench their thirst, without any style. If you take a few peeks at the boss's plump waist, you'll make money.

Since the proprietress left, the business of just the building has become more difficult to do, not only is there less people, but there are always men who come to find the boss's warm stubble, and the smiling tea shop owner is not annoyed when he is pushed on the ground, but he apologizes to the stout and savage man in front of him with low eyebrows, and his tone is low, which provokes a group of big men around him to applaud and cheer.

The man kicked Wen Shen, who was about to get up, and said with a cruel smile: "That sassy girl doesn't know which crooked eyes can look at you, a wretched scumbag, crooked melons and cracked dates, full of fat, and the words in the crotch of your pants are okay? ”

Wen Shen lowered his head, outsiders couldn't see his face clearly at this time, but he felt that this tea shop owner who was smiling all day long was a little cowardly and incompetent, couldn't he be a master in this life?

"If the girls run away with others, they can't blame others, blame themselves for being soft. ”

"If the girls are one or twenty years younger, they may be the red card oiran in the green building. ”

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The people around him said, with a look of intoxication and fascination, this group of people is nothing more than marrying a woman from a mountain village as their wives, and where can they compare their appearance and figure with the proprietress of the tea shop? Naturally, they can't see that the owner of the tea shop is better than themselves.

The people around who are thinking about watching the excitement are not good goods, and at this time, they are happy to see Wen Shen being cleaned up by the man, and they speak ill of each other.

It's a pity that Wen Shen is not the kind of person who can be a gentleman, a group of boring men left the building noisily, and when they left, they also took a few teacups and teapots with rough workmanship. After a long time, Wen Shen slowly got up from the ground, his face was still as usual, and he couldn't see any sadness and anger, others thought that the owner of the tea shop was a soft bone, and everyone wanted to pinch and step on it a few times to tease the graceful proprietress in order to tease the graceful proprietress until they died, but unfortunately they would not know that this superficial Boss Wen was a demon who killed people without blinking.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes of the large and small sects in Liangpu County is in danger, and even some ruffians and hooligans who used to be fierce in the market have reined in their own behavior, for fear that they will accidentally have their heads cut off in the middle of the night.

The next thing is that Ningyuan Dart Bureau was slaughtered all over the door overnight, dozens of people were not left alive, and the murderer behind the scenes was so cruel that it was outrageous, but no trace of this person could be found, so some restaurant storytellers began to make up stories, most of these stories were superb, and the storyteller was full of flowers, and the listeners were relished.

"There is one" Psychic ghost boy 'since the street was humiliated by the street murder after a grudge has been in the heart, after returning home is the opening of the altar practice 9981 days, from the eighteenth floor of the Hades Palace invited a fierce god evil evil, this fierce god evil evil has three heads, each head contains a eye, eyebrows and eyes open and close is able to take people's lives, the sound of a roar is able to directly shock a strong cow, this evil evil is more than five feet tall, mixed with pitch black as ink, up and down like fine steel to fight the general invulnerability, like to devour people's hearts, walking between the tiger and the wind, the psychic ghost boy in the middle of the night is to lead the fierce god evil to find the yamen, but also beat the unjust drum, the drum shook the sky in an instant···”

"Well, I said old man, I remember very well that you didn't say that last time. ”

Liangpu County in the county town of the tea shop staged such a scene, the young listener felt that the storyteller said something wrong and got up to argue, and sitting in the center of the lobby surrounded by a group of listeners The white-haired storyteller is a man with a broken arm, the two sleeves are empty, simply tied behind him, others say that the storyteller pays attention to a 'folding fan' and 'shocking wood', but this old storyteller is not, just put a bowl of free tea in front of the tea shop, armless storyteller' Oh', pinched the cup of tea in front of him with his toes, brought it to his lips and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Then what did I say last time?"

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old spectator was obviously not good at cultivating his qi skills, and shouted loudly: "Old man, last time you said that a woman who was humiliated to death by a servant turned into a ghost and came to ask for her life. ”

The surrounding listeners suddenly burst into laughter, telling the story is nothing more than opening the mouth, the exit is a chapter, the storyteller said that the things are full of nonsense and nonsense, originally listening to the book is to have fun after dinner, who didn't expect this young guy to be more real.

The storyteller was also very happy, and then smiled and said, "Child, don't worry, the female ghost will appear in powder in a while." ”

"It's all a ghost, what kind of rouge are you wearing?"

The little baby muttered quietly, and was suddenly slapped on the back of the head by a man behind him.

Some of the surrounding spectators felt that they were not happy, and coaxed the storyteller to ask the storyteller to write the female ghost more coquettishly and charmingly.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "Zi Bu is strange and confused, there are gods in his head, these things are still less subtle, and I want to accumulate some yin virtue for the rest of my life." ”

Hearing the ghosts, gods and monsters, the surrounding spectators were silent, and stopped whispering, they all had an instinctive awe of the gods, and they didn't even have this sense of awe for the 500,000 iron horsemen in Beilai.

"When the fierce god is in full swing, a red-clothed ghost in the far corner of the street gradually floats in, and the ghost is even louder in the wind, and the earth and stones are flying all over the sky, and the fierce god and evil evil are taking out a living heart from the chest of a servant with a claw and putting it in his mouth and chewing deliciously..."

The young man listened attentively, and saw a handsome man in a red mink fur sitting opposite him, the man shook the teacup in front of him, the orange liquid in it was constantly turning, he held his chin in one hand, and listened to the storyteller with relish.

When the young man saw a red-clothed man sitting in front of him, he shouted, his body suddenly jumped out of the old height, and then he threw his head on the ground.

The old storyteller stretched out a foot to hook the young man's stumbling figure, stabilized it, and said, "I shouldn't say the red clothes." ”

Jiang Yangsheng listened to the book for a while, and felt that it was not as good as the old gentleman who was specially invited to Beilai Wangfu to tell his family during the Lantern Festival, the plot was not ups and downs enough, the tone was not vicissitudes enough, and he was not satisfied.

The storyteller looked at the departing man in the red robe and ignored it, but worked harder to tell the story.

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