Chapter 1 The storyteller

"The last time we said that Mr. Liuyue chose the two sects of Jianghu on his own. At that time, the young man in white stood on Xinghua Mountain, and he smiled gracefully in the remnants and blood everywhere. The gentleman said this, pressed the tea on the table, looked at the lobby and looked at him eagerly with a smile.

"After that war, the name Hao Lianliuyue has frightened all major sects in the world since then. However, after fame all over the world, the first thing he waited for was not people's cheers, but endless pursuit. There are hundreds of children in the two gates, which are widely involved. After a person dies, his relatives and friends who want to avenge him will naturally not let him go. The most important of these is the Lord of Chaoyi. The gentleman slowly shook the feather fan, and the cool wind blew up the white hair scattered on his forehead.

"What's wrong with Prince Yi? One of the most powerful princes today. Immediately, some listeners couldn't help asking urgently.

"No, what's wrong with Mr. Liuyue?" Another corrected, and deliberately aggravated the word 'Sir Liuyue', which gave the previous person a contemptuous look.

"Bang!" With a sound, the gentleman held three feet of rotten wood in his hand and fell gently on the table. Everyone was silent when they heard the sound.

"Prince Yi first sent a first-class master under the door to chase Mr. Liu Yue all the way. How did he know that those masters had no return? In the end, he gritted his teeth and spent a lot of money to hire the evil pavilion killer to assassinate Hao Lianliuyue, and he never died! This time, Mr. Liuyue is really in deep trouble. The gentleman sighed, and the people in the hall sighed tightly.

"It turned out that even the pavilion was dispatched. Mr. Liu Yue was only about ten years old at that time." The speaker couldn't help saying Zhan Zhan's mouth, which was too genius.

"Cough, cough" Mr. pretended to clear his throat, and his white beard fanned down on the feather fan. If you look carefully, this old man with silver hair actually has a pair of pure eyes under his white eyebrows.

Everyone in the hall hurriedly listened to him and said, "Everyone knows that this evil pavilion is the first killer sect today. There are countless masters in the pavilion. Since the establishment of the evil pavilion, there has never been a task that they can't complete. Chasing and killing Mr. Liu Yue, from Wuzhen at the southernmost point to Cangliyuan in the west..."

The voice of the storyteller spread in the hall. In June, the sun walked in the air and slowly walked down the wine shop on the sloping street from the highest sky. On the steps of the winery, there is a cat holding its tail and sleeping in the afterglow of the sunset.

"The fight all the way to Cangliyuan in the west, the pavilion finally couldn't help it. The evil pavilion actually sent the seventh son of the pavilion master - the seventh. Speaking of this, the gentleman paused, and the tea in the teacup had changed color.

"seven? It turned out to be him. It is said that he learned to kill when he could stand up. The wet nurse who nursed him was poisoned by him when he learned to drink porridge.

"What happened later? Who on earth won later?

"Who is better in the final confrontation between the two young geniuses?"

In the face of the dedicated listener, the gentleman smiled, and the rotten wood was held in his hand. With a bang, everyone's eyes quickly stuck to him, but at this time, they only heard him say, "That's all for today. If you want to know what's going on, please listen to the next time."

"Ah~" A group of disappointed sighs fell in the lobby. At the critical moment, how can we stop?

With a "pop", everyone reflexively looked at the gentleman, but they saw that the gentleman also looked at them. The two sides stared at each other, and they didn't know why.

At this time, I only heard a young man's voice shouting, "Ten taels of gold, I want to finish this story." At the man's table, the gold ingots must be firmly pressed on the table.

Ten taels of gold, everyone was surprised. You know, the storyteller was only one or two taels of silver on this day. Everyone turned their heads. Today, I can finish listening to it.

Unexpectedly, the gentleman just smiled and ignored him. He took care of his own things, but in fact, he didn't clean up. His total belongings were not much. He had a three-foot piece of rotten wood and a feather fan was pinned to his waist.

Mr.'s sky-blue gown passed through everyone's eyes and walked to the door of the lobby. He suddenly stopped and turned to the young man who had pressed gold and said, "Ten taels of gold, I'm predestined to tell you this story."

The young man was stunned and didn't know why. At this time, the person next to him said, "Well, where's your ten taels of gold?"

The man looked down and saw that the gold that was firmly pressed on the table disappeared.

"This--", the crowd sang, and the gentleman was in front of the hall. The man was behind the hall, with a distance of seven or eight meters between them, and the two never approached. How on earth did the storyteller take the gold away unconsciously?

The people in the lobby are still guessing, but the protagonist has now turned into the alley of the winery. The empty alley is extremely cold, and there are ordinary courtyard walls on both sides.

The sky-blue clothes crossed like clouds, and the front foot was still raised at the entrance of the alley. When he could see him landing, he had arrived in the middle of the alley. Behind him, the white hair fell to the ground, and a feather fan lay alone on the cold ground.

He raised the rotten wood in his hand, and the gentleman was about to throw it back. His hand paused in the air, and he suddenly turned, and the rotten wood flew to the courtyard wall next to him.

After a moment, a man's howling came from the courtyard wall: "What the hell, which immoral ghost is throwing things? I don't know if wood can kill people these days?! I'm here to shit, not to eat shit!"

It turned out that the man was squatting in the hut, but he was not hit into the cesspit by a piece of light wood.

Mr.'s hand still kept the movement of throwing things. Hearing this, he quickly withdrew his hand and stepped forward.

A man climbed up to the wall of the small courtyard. There was grass on his head. On the clothes and hair, there were unknown yellow objects shining golden in the sunset.

The man spewed an angry breath from his nostrils, climbed hard on the wall with his hands, and stretched out his neck to see. There is no half figure in this alley except for the white hair blown by the wind and a feather fan.

Run away?! The man punched the courtyard wall with his right hand, damn it! After venting his anger - "Ah, ah, ah, ah! Help!" Another high-decibel scream, with a "touch" sound, the man fell to the ground with his four feet to the ground.

"Ouch, yo, yo, yo, mom, the bones are going to break." A little crystal in the corner of the man's eyes shone in the last dusk.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha ha..." Mr. covered his stomach and leaned back with a smile, "This, this person is so funny."

"Are you funny?"

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't stop laughing and replied, "Funny, funny, too funny." Ka, wait, the gentleman's hand pauses. Who is asking him?

Turning his head stiffly, the gentleman looked at the side door of the yard next to him. A three-year-old girl leaned against the wall and looked at him. This place seems to be the backyard of one of the largest restaurants in Tandu, right?

Mr. squatted down, with dark hair, clear eyebrows, smooth skin, and there is no aging. He looked at the girl's eyes and said, "Hey, don't you think it's funny?"

"Why do I think it's funny?" The girl's voice is light and light, with the child's tenderness.

"Because it's already funny," he took it for granted.

"I don't think so", the girl replied with no face.

The corners of Mr.'s mouth twitched, and the answer was too refreshing. Well, for people who don't have humor, no matter how funny it is, it's in vain.

Mr. got up, and the blue clothes crossed the girl. He was about to lift his foot and leave, but his foot was lifted, but his leg couldn't get out.

"What are you doing?" He looked back at the girl who was holding his clothes.

"Where are you going?" She looked up and asked him.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" He asked rudely, as directly as she began to answer.

"Yes!", categorically.

Well, he decided to change his sentence: "Does it have anything to do with me?"

The girl lowered her eyes and said, "No", and her voice was softer, but her hand holding her clothes did not let go.

"Then would you please let go of my clothes?" He pulled his robe and said helplessly.

The girl suddenly looked up at him with an extremely tough look. She shook her head: "I can't let it go."

What she said is that it can't be put, not that it can't be put. He doesn't like to be nosy and flatten his mouth: "What on earth do you want?"

The girl's eyes were bright. She looked at him and said, "Take me away, I know you can do martial arts."

He looked at her up and down. According to his vicious eyes, her identity was by no means ordinary. The exquisite clothes on the body are the standard of tribute; the hair accessories on the head are all real gold and silver; the exposed skin is tender and tender, and ordinary people can never raise it. He tilted his head and said with interest, "Child, do you know what you're talking about? This is not a playhouse. I can send you home for fun.

She nodded very clearly: "I know", more clearly than anyone else.

The smile on his lips slowly closed, and his moist eyes became deep. He approached her and said, "My apprentice is not so good. My apprentice, Chi Daocang, must have nothing. Are you willing to give up everything now? Do you dare to do everything again?"

Only when you have nothing can you pursue what you want without scruples, and you can be reborn when you die.

The girl was not scared at all by the suddenly enlarged face in front of her. She did not retreat. Her clear eyes looked into the deep cold pool and looked indifferent: "I have never had anything. Why are you reluctant to give up, and why dare you!"

He lowered his eyes. Will he tell her that he actually likes this answer? What a dare you! What he appreciates is that indifference. There is no frivolity that is arrogant, and there is no publicity like 25 to 80,000 yuan. The kind that should have been so plain is the unreversible mania in the bones.

Suddenly, he pulled away, and his fingers flicked gently on his robe. There were waves on the robe and swung in circles. Before she got it, the girl was shocked and involuntarily took two steps back.

The girl held the wall and looked at him, with obvious unwillingness in her eyes. He smoothed the folds on his clothes and said casually, "Actually, it's not difficult to follow me, and it's not impossible to teach you martial arts."

The girl looked at him with bright eyes, and her little hand slowly touched the brocade sleeve. After a while, a pile of brand-new silver tickets sounded in her hand, and the sound was extremely cheerful. She raised her silver ticket and looked at him. Her voice was faint and said, "If you want to be my master of red sandalwood, you will never suffer."

Chi Daocang's eyes lit up, at least 10,000 taels of silver, right? He immediately looked at her with a smile and said, "Good disciple, we will depend on each other in the future. Yours is mine, and mine is mine. We don't distinguish between you and mine.

The sky-blue sleeve robe slipped in front of her eyes, and her hand loosened. She looked up and saw that the silver ticket in her hand had changed.

"Okay!" She said, with light flashing in her bright eyes. No matter who it is now, in a word, she only depends on whether it is hers in the end.