Chapter 261 The storybook

This year is not long or short. Bai Choufei is not a person who cares about the world, so he does not know that Jianghu has begun to transform from Jianghu people to players.

It's not easy to get into nature, even if it's just in the game. In this year, only a few dozen people have been identified as congenital. What happened at the same time as this matter was some real disputes.

There are nine big empires in the game, each of which has a large trade union, and many small and medium-sized organizations are not counted.

In this era, the game is really dominated by players.

Bai Choufei, who walked out of the ravine, didn't know where he was, but he was still a little unaccustomed to exercising his knife grip and drawing knives.

Follow the road and walk on the mountain. Walk into the town.

This town is called Lijia Town.

I don't know how many small towns with the same name as this in the world, and I don't know how many people are similar to Bai Choufei in the world.

So Bai Choufei was not surprised when he walked into the town, and others were not surprised to see him walk in.

He walked into the pub, ordered a few dishes, sat in the corner, and began to listen to the storyteller's storyteller in the pub.

The storyteller is a man. Like countless storytellers, there is a piece of wood on the table, plus a bowl of wine.

He told a true and exaggerated story...

"By the way, that day was the seventh day of the seventh month. It was originally a lover's holiday, but it was cloudy and rainy in Xiangyang City. I don't know why it was suddenly cold that day. As long as you can sit in the house, no one will walk on the street. The rain is not heavy..."

"The people who are talking and laughing in the restaurant are still talking and laughing. There were even a few little couples who wanted to go out to pursue romance. There was nothing strange about it, but suddenly!"

"Papa! ..." The storyteller patted the stunned wood. What he meant was very clear, that is, he would continue to talk only if he paid for it.

Bai Choufei, who was listening in the corner, watched several people throw money on the storyteller's desktop. The storyteller was satisfied and put it away before he smiled and hugged his fists to speak again...

"But suddenly, everyone stopped talking together, and there was silence in the restaurant. Even in an instant, the whole street was quiet... Only the sound of rain fell."

"People look at each other, and no one knows what happened. No one dares to speak, because they can feel that a cool air from the tailbone is rising little by little. Before long, people finally can't stand it, but suddenly they hear a sound of footsteps...

The sound of footsteps came from the street, and everyone's eyes also moved to the street. I don't know when one more person suddenly appeared in the empty street. The man was dressed in blue, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and came slowly against the slanting rain. He didn't walk fast, even almost leisurely. Everyone's eyes were on this person, but the man didn't seem to notice at all. No one looked at what this man looked like, because everyone's eyes were on the sword in his hand...

It is a sheathless sword, which shines in such weather. No one knows what kind of sword it is, but no matter how ignorant people are, they understand that it is definitely a rare sharp weapon.

He walked like this. From this end of the street to the other end of the street, people began to breathe a sigh of relief and thought that he was going to walk over, but he began to turn around and came back from that end. People looked at him nervously and seemed to forget the time. This person has been walking on the street like this...

Suddenly, the man in blue stopped and stood there. People don't know what's going on. In an instant, a sentence floated in the air...

"Did you come early or did I come late?"

Who is

? Who is talking!

The people sitting in the restaurant looked for it but couldn't find it. They were not disappointed, because they had already seen it.

A gray figure slowly fell from the air. No one knew where he came from or who he was.

He didn't wear an umbrella, dressed in gray, and his hair was casually tied up. The waist sword casually hangs an ordinary sword...

Everyone's eyes have turned to the new person, and they thought, "It turns out that the person waiting for is him. Who is he?"

No one knows that there are many nameless masters in the world.

Everyone's suspicions were quickly solved, because the people in blue began to speak.

"Are you a sword sky?"

It turns out that they don't know each other...

"Ha ha, I am. What's the matter with you going to ask me?"

"I have written it clearly in my letter. I'm looking for you to compare swords!"

"I'm just reconfirming, because many people called me out under the guise of martial arts competition, but in fact, they have something else to ask me."

"I'm just looking for you to compare martial arts"

"Is it right here?"

"It's right here, now!"

"Very good." Yi Jiantian nodded: "You killed ninety-nine people under my Wudang. I'm really afraid that you are looking for something else!"

The man in blue with the umbrella also nodded: "Draw the sword."

A sword and a sky smile: "Just do it!"

"Good!"

Before the words fell, the man in blue had already taken action, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand rotated and flew to the sky of a sword. The cold light flashed, and the sword was already in his hand. The sword body is thin and narrow, and people who are far away can't see it without paying attention

I don't know whether the person is pushing the sword or the sword pulling the person. In short, the direction is the same. It is going in the direction of a sword sky. The speed is amazing. In the blink of an eye, the oil paper umbrella that flew out before has fallen behind the person. In front of the person is a sword. The sword turns into more than ten cold lights, with a sharp wind, hitting a sword sky.

Yi Jiantian didn't expect that the sword would be so fast. He was still calculating how he would fight when the umbrella flew over. Unexpectedly, the sword had come first. His hand had just been put on the hilt of the sword. Before the sword was pulled out at all, it had been stabbed by the sword of the man in blue.

More than ten places of blood splashed on Yijiantian's body, which permeated the foggy air and turned into a blood mist. Everything just happened in the lightning. When everyone came to their senses, Yijiantian had already half kneeled on the ground with his hands, and the man in blue had just caught the flying umbrella at this time, and the sword had been returned to its sheath.

Yijian Tian is not dead, but everyone can see that he may not live long.

"Good swordsmanship!" Yi Jiantian looked at the man in blue with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The man in blue did not answer, but fixedly looked at the sword that said these three words and fell to the ground. It was not until he confirmed that Yijiantian was dead that he turned around and slowly left under the gaze of everyone. Seeing that he was about to disappear in the rain and fog, he suddenly turned around and looked at Yijiantian's body and slowly said, "I'm Xianwen."

No one knows what his name means at the end, and no one knows how many swords he stabbed at that moment. People only know. Yijiantian is the seventh-ranked player of Wudang, but he was killed in seconds on the street.

The storyteller finally shocked again when he said this. Looking at the people who began to make noise and began to sigh, they smiled and hugged their fists: "That's all for this time, and continue next time..."

Looking at the people around him slowly dispersing, the storyteller also wiped his sweat and counted the money given to him. After feeling that someone was blocking the light in front of the table, he said without raising his head: "If you want to hear about the book, please do it tomorrow morning, and finish it today..."

He didn't finish, because he already had silver, and a piece of silver was pushed in front of him from the table.

"After talking about part of it today, if you want to hear it, you can talk to the adults..." The storyteller swallowed his saliva and looked up at the person who handed him the silver. The words have been changed to another meaning.