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It was noon, the sun was shining, and the earth was hot, but it was a sunny day.

In the adjacent area of the Northern Song Dynasty and Dali, in a bland restaurant, it is in full swing, and it has not been cut at all because of the scorching weather.

Wanton laughter and scolding resounded here, quaint tables and chairs, randomly placed, shuttling back and forth, with light steps, quickly transporting wine, for fear of snubbing these Jianghu men who licked blood with knives.

On the second floor of the restaurant, the view is very broad, like a pavilion arrangement, with a gauze tent instead of a wall, and eight pillars supporting the sky. This arrangement is really funny, and even these heroic and jumping men are also praised endlessly.

At this time, on a square table in the center of the second floor, there was a thin old man sitting like a showman, with a goatee, long and narrow eyes, and a scribe's robe that could no longer see the original color, and there was a strange smell from time to time, but even so, it could not stop the gossip of these Jianghu men.

"Smack!"

The thin old man folded the fan in his hand, stroked his beard and said: "It is said that Ding Daxia broke through Qingfeng Ridge at night, and after killing Xue Chou with three palms, one person rode away, and none of the hundreds of bandits in Qingfeng Ridge dared to stop him, and he was a model of my generation!"

The thin old man's words were crisp, his eyes were full of envy and admiration, his hands were pressed weakly, and he jumped down from the high chair and said: "I know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition!"

After that, the folding fan was inserted behind the collar, and he was about to leave.

"Mr. Qian, don't go, tell the big guy about Ding Daxia's heroic deeds!"

Seeing that the storyteller was about to leave, the restaurant suddenly exploded, and those Jianghu men immediately opened their mouths to stay.

"That's all for today, if you want to hear it, just come here on time tomorrow. I have something to do today, so I can't say anything more!"

The thin storyteller did not change his mind because of the retention of these charlatans, said a word, turned around and walked out of the restaurant, and disappeared in the flow of people in an instant.

"Alas, it's really a disappointment, can't you say more, this old man will whet people's appetites!" someone said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, okay, if you want to listen to the story, you have to follow the rules of the people, don't complain there, who doesn't know that you Liu Dadao complains every day, it's better to save some saliva on such a hot day!"

"Yes, forget it, don't talk about that old bangzi, you will be angry when you talk about it!" Liu Dadao poured a bowl of wine into his throat, raised his head and said: "The big guy has also listened to this old bangzi for several days, who is that Ding Daxia? Why have you never heard of it before?"

"Cut!" Someone suddenly sneered: "What kind of thing are you Liu Dadao, just a little person who doesn't enter the stream, can you get in touch with a fairy character like Ding Daxia?

Another lean man glanced at Liu Dadao triumphantly, just by Liu Dadao's appearance of daring to be angry and not daring to speak, he knew that this lean man was more powerful than him.

"Speaking of Ding Daxia, I have to say another character...... "The lean man gave an endless speech in a group of unpopular Jianghu men, although there were no witty words, but they also talked endlessly, which made this group of Jianghu men admire.

And at this moment, in the corner of the restaurant, a man in a dark robe poured himself a drink, with a mocking smile between his eyebrows.

He was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with handsome features, long and narrow eyebrows that went straight to the sideburns, and he was heroic at the end, and the most eye-catching thing was the silver.

He is the protagonist in the mouth of those Jianghu men, the so-called Ding Daxia.

He is also a traitor of the Xiaoyao faction in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, known as the old monster of the stars, and the grandmaster Ding Chunqiu, who claims to be the old immortal of the stars.

"Alas, this damn thief God, it's not good for you to cross into the uncle, dress me as a starry old monster, isn't this my life?"

Ding Chunqiu drank the wine with self-pity and whispered.

He was originally a modern man in the 21st century, an otaku, and he woke up in a daze and became Ding Chunqiu of the Star Sect.

Although he is a low-end person in the modern era who has no personnel, no car, no house, no parents, and his grandmother does not care about his uncle, he is not in danger of life.

Now it's okay, I directly dressed it as Ding Chunqiu, and in the future, the whetstone of Xuzhu in the three protagonists of Tianlong was finally imprisoned by Shaolin Temple, and my life was over.

What kind of fate is this?

Do you still dare to be in the pit?

Ding Chunqiu drank wine while cursing in his heart, if there was really a department dedicated to managing the traversing personnel between heaven and earth, he would definitely be bruised all over his body by Ding Chunqiu's telecommunication curse.

However, the curse is the curse, what should come will always come, since the wood has been completed, Ding Chunqiu can only accept his fate.

That's why he's here.

Tianlong is a martial arts world, but Dali is the source of Duan Yu, one of the three protagonists, and the purpose of Ding Chunqiu's coming here is naturally self-evident.

He was also very glad that he had traveled to the martial arts world of Master Jin Yong, not the martial arts world of Gu Long Huang Yi or Liang Yusheng.

He hasn't read the novels of Tianlong Babu, but he has watched the adapted TV series countless times, and the storyline has long been familiar with it, and it is precisely because of this that he has the motivation to continue to fight.

"Forget it, if you come, you will be safe, after this adventure of robbing Duan Yu, it is not bad to meet the heroes in the Heavenly Dragon, and see the living Qiao Feng with your own eyes!" Ding Chunqiu said to himself, looking at the sunlight outside the window, smiling.

In fact, he was not very repulsed by his crossing into the world of Tianlong Babu, on the contrary, he was faintly excited in his heart.

In the world of martial arts, a man will be excited.

Alcoholic beauty, sword world, one person and one horse, happy rivers and lakes.

No 9-to-5 busy work, no high expenses, no anger from boss, no need to worry about pleasing girlfriend.

Here, as long as you are good at kung fu, will there be a shortage of money, fame, and beauty?

No!

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

What a magnificent life, what a splendid life, how could Ding Chunqiu reject it?

What he rejected was because of Ding Chunqiu's identity, if he was replaced by Duan Yu, Xuzhu or even Murong Fu, he would be grateful to the eighteenth generation ancestors of the Crossing Management Bureau.

However, after all, the Crossing Bureau was not opened by his family, and his father was not the director, so he was helpless about it.

Although this ID card is not very good, the Crossing Bureau is still quite interesting, and adjusted his age to twenty-seven years old, not the white old man.

He is still very satisfied with this. If he let himself go out to hang out as a fat old man, Ding Chunqiu would definitely have to die head-on.

He still wants to be a girl in the dragon, if it is with the appearance of a bad old man, is it still possible?

Twenty-seven or eighteen years old, it is the age of the prime, although it is still five or six years away from the beginning of Tianlong, but as a descendant of the Xiaoyao faction, he has a small and unrelated work, although it is a fragment, but the appearance is not a problem, as long as he doesn't say it, no one will definitely know his age.

So, after an initial rejection, he gladly accepted the identity.

This time he came to Dali to hunt for treasures, and he naturally wanted to justify his identity.

So along the way, everywhere I passed, there was a rumor, and the bandits, bandits, and demons were all killed.

Ding Daxia's name has been spread in the past two months.

He was very satisfied with this, although the image of the old monster of the stars has been deeply rooted, but he believes that with his own efforts, everyone will slowly accept his new image.

Ding Daxia, he thinks this title is good.