Chapter 33: The Storyteller (2)
Ziwu grabbed his senior sister's wrist and said, "Anyway, we have the money left, so it doesn't hurt to give him some." So saying, he reached into the money bag, took out a tael of silver, and gave it to the man in white.
The man in white was overjoyed, immediately put the money away, shook his fingers among several people, and said, "I think the few of you will have the highest cultivation in the future, I'm afraid she will be her!"
Several people looked at the place where he pointed out, only to see that the person he was pointing at turned out to be Xiaoyu.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu's uncomfortable expression was suddenly mixed with a little consternation, smiled, and said: "Don't tell jokes about this big brother, I am a little wise and short, compared with several big brothers and sisters, it is simply a world of difference." ”
The man in white said: "Although you are not as good as them at the moment, you can do it, hehe, they can't look at your back." ”
Ziyin heard some truth in what he said, and now when he heard this theory, he was also very curious, so he asked, "Why do you say that?"
The man in white said, "This is another heavenly opportunity, I'm sorry to ......," he said, and made another gesture to ask for money.
Several people saw that he was extorting money, so they ignored him and walked past him.
The smile of the man in white suddenly froze on his face, glanced at a few people, got up from the ground, patted the clothes on his body, took out the silver, weighed it in his hand, and was very proud.
The little boy hugged the three strings, leaned over, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Grandpa, you are so amazing!"
The man in white said: "Junze, you can learn a little from me, and some will earn silver in the future." ”
Jun Ze said: "What you just said, is it true, looking at their appearance, it seems that they believe what you say." ”
The man in white said: "Hehe, half-truths, if you want to make money, you can't just say it's true, and you can't just say it's fake." ”
"Then you said that little girl will surpass the other few people in her cultivation in the future, is it true?" Jun Ze couldn't help but ask.
The man in white looked at his rather immature face and was a little embarrassed, and he guessed his thoughts, so he said: "I don't know about this, but that little girl is smart and talented, far above a few people, which plays a key role in cultivation." ”
"Oh!" Jun Ze bit his lip and nodded slightly.
The man in white looked at him and said slightly, "Do you like her?"
"Where, where?" Jun Ze shook his head fiercely, vigorously denying it.
The man in white said: "It's good if you don't have it, hehe, this little girl is not an ordinary little girl, she still has many secrets!"
The man in white was about to put away the silver, when a fat and strong sweater came over, snatched the silver in his hand, and said arrogantly: "Your grandfather and grandson have been eating and drinking for nothing here for half a year, and I don't know how much food and lodging money you owe, and you dare to hide the silver privately!"
The man in white said: "Boss Lin, it's good to say that we are here to tell you a story, and we have also attracted a lot of guests. ”
Boss Lin said: "You are embarrassed to say, when you didn't come, I had a constant stream of customers here, and since you came, you chattered all day long, and the guests were noisy and left." ”
When the man in white heard this, he was so angry that his body was swollen, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Boss Lin, so he pulled Jun Ze and returned to the wine table, drinking and telling stories at the same time.
When the man in white was drinking, three more people walked in outside the door. They were all about the same height, one holding a book in his hand, one a splash knife, and the other a long wrist-thick stick. Although they were dressed in ordinary clothes, their faces were gray, and they even looked a little embarrassed, but they were in high spirits, and they were by no means ordinary people.
As soon as the man in white saw it, he immediately stopped throwing his cup and said to Jun Ze: "Quick, play your three strings." ”
Jun Ze listened to this grandfather's words very much, and immediately picked up the three strings and played them.
The man in white read a poem aloud:
"The plague has re-entered the world, and Hua Tuoxian has passed away for a thousand years.
Maggots should jump three times when they are attached to the bones, and mosquitoes and flies should eat blood first.
It's so noisy that I've gone to the toilet here, and it's always unbearable to feces and urine everywhere.
Stay until the wind is cold and the day is cold, and the insects and flies are served in a pot. ”
The man with the wind knife in his hand seemed to be referring to him in this poem, and immediately threw a few copper plates to him, saying, "I don't know what this benevolent brother refers to in his poem?"
The man in white shook his head and sighed, his expression was quite worried about the country and the people, and said, "Alas, God is jealous of the famous family." Thinking about the Dragon Valley, a major pillar of the Southern Martial Arts, it was a prominent moment, and the valley lord Yuan Ceshen sometimes led the people in the valley to do some good things for the people to build bridges and roads. But you see, such a good sect, in the end, alas, was finally exterminated by the demon of the Buddha Cave. Tell me that this is not a jealousy of the famous family and bad luck? ”
The man asked, "How do you know about these altars as a storyteller?" ”
The man in white said: "Not only do I know this, but I also know the life and death of the Yuan Valley Lord and why the Sword Demon Master was injured." ”
The three of them examined the storyteller, looked at each other again, and said, "Please also ask this benevolent brother to talk about it." ”
The man in white said: "This is a heavenly opportunity, if you want me to say it, unless you ......" He made another gesture to ask for money.
The man with the knife didn't think about it, took out some silver taels, or two or three taels, and handed them over.
When the man in white saw the silver, he immediately smiled happily and reached out to take it. Unexpectedly, halfway through his hand, a sentence suddenly came from upstairs: "Senior Brother Ziwen, don't listen to him foolishly, take back the money." ”
The man in white's outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his smile froze.
Ziwen immediately withdrew his hand, looked at the three people upstairs, and said, "It turns out that you are also here, great, great." ”
Zishu looked at their somewhat messy clothes, knowing that something must have happened to them, and the intention to reprimand them was gone, and said, "How did you three get this look?"
The man with the book said, "It's hard to say, let's go upstairs and talk about it." ”
A few people walked upstairs quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The man in white glanced at Ziyin hatefully, snorted twice, and whispered, "Who is it?"
Jun Ze stopped, walked up to his grandfather with the three strings, and said, "Why does grandpa always fight the ideas of people in Confucianism and Taoism?"
The man in white knocked on his head and said, "What do you know, Confucianism and Taoism oppose killing, and take benevolence as the foundation of cultivation. ”
Jun Ze pouted and said, "Grandpa, this is wrong for you, if you lie to a kind person, it means that you are not kind." Isn't that a contradiction to what you taught me to be a good person?"
The man in white was suddenly short of breath, Jun Ze's words were irrefutable, so he smiled and said, "Anyway, they have money, as long as we don't deceive the kind poor, we are not bad people." ”
Jun Ze was angry again, although he didn't agree with Grandpa's words, but he didn't know how to refute his reply for a while, so he said "oh", returned to the table, and continued to eat.
In a blink of an eye, it was dark, as the saying goes, the moon of fifteen is sixteen round, the moonlight is good this night, and many people who live in the hotel go to the top of the building to admire the moon.
Ziwen Ziwu and his entourage had already been on the roof of the open air for a long time. I don't know when, the storyteller and grandson also went to the roof of the building and began to tell the story to everyone: "It is said that back then, the God of Slaughter and the God of the Remnant Heaven fought in Tongtian Peak, and the martial arts of the two were originally between the two of them, you tell me, why did the Great Immortal of the Slaughter God win in the end, and the God of the Remnant Heaven hated and lost?"
Some of the people had listened to the commentaries of his grandfather and grandson before, and they were quite satisfied with the two of them, and the topic they talked about at this moment had attracted the attention of many cultivators.
Some people threw ten taels of silver and said, "These brothers like to pretend to be mysterious and cheat money." ”
It's no wonder that everyone calls them brothers, and from the outside, there is indeed not much difference in the age of the two of them. But in essence, the man in white is Junze's grandfather, but no one knows the reason.
The man in white smiled happily, immediately grabbed the silver, and put it in his arms, and when the silver was enough, he began to speak: "The reason why this God Slaughtering Great Immortal is victorious is that he has gathered the Nine Pearls of Xuanchong, the supreme treasure of heaven and earth......"
Ziwen and the others didn't listen to him, and talked about the adventure between the two sides this time.
Halfway through the words, Ziwen said: "This time we went to the Imperial Dragon Valley, and we saw Yuan Ceshen's blood stains in the Kite Hate Cliff three miles away from the Imperial Dragon Valley, which seemed to be highly poisoned, and we also found this. Then, he took out a bag of things.
A few people opened it and saw that it was a mass of blood, the blood was extremely bright, and it was slightly shining, although it had been exposed to the air for a long time, there was no sign of coagulation.
"What is this?" Ziwu asked.
At this time, the man in white stopped talking, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the ball of blood.