On the tenth day of the tenth lunar month, the year is broken, the evil spirits should be avoided, and Ziwu is in conflict.
Thunders fell from the sky, heavy rains poured down, the streets were washed away, the courtyards were filled with water, and the major inns were overcrowded.
Along with the thunder and rain, loud shouts and shouts came from the closed door, and the whole world became noisy for a while.
The lights inside the door were dim. I don't know whether it was due to the heavy rain in late autumn and the heat, or because there were too many people and it was so crowded that most of the people in the inn lobby were shirtless, exposing their swollen and strong muscles.
Sweat was still dripping down his muscles, and the whole room seemed dull and filled with a sour smell.
But everyone didn't care. Everyone looked excited and stared at the high platform in front of them.
On the high platform, a thin, white-haired old man was telling stories with great emotion.
On a rainy night, drinking wine, eating meat, and listening to books is a great joy for the world!
"Speaking of this battle, the mountains and rivers were overturned, the world was shattered, and most of the void in the entire six-island world was shattered. Chaos was derived. If it were not for the protection of the two sacred artifacts of the Crown of the Human Emperor and the Yin-Yang Sun-Moon Platform, I am afraid that no one would be able to survive.
Que and others have long since been wiped out."
"It's just that life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, everything seems to be arranged in the dark. It was at the moment of despair. Suddenly, the Lord of the Eternal Holy Mountain, Sima Yongheng, used five heaven-stealing rulers to break through the six-island world barrier.
, opened up a space passage, and ordered the other five sacred mountain masters to carry the souls of the sacred mountains and kill the six island world, forming a sacred mountain and Liuhe formation, sealing the heaven and earth, and the whole world, and killing the terrifying embryo of the sky.
Imprisonment!”
The old man's tone was as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and his expression was extremely accurate. Along with the thunder in the sky and the falling rain at night, everyone was mesmerized.
"Okay! Well said! Reward!"
"You're a good old man! I've been traveling around the world for decades, and when it comes to storytelling, you're the only one I can trust!"
"Reward! If you just praise me without giving me any money, then you are just being a hooligan!"
Everyone laughed loudly, and the noise became even louder for a while. But as the old man displayed the white fan in his hand, the place suddenly fell into silence.
The old man's eyes were deep and his hair was gray. He looked at the people around him and suddenly said: "But the so-called world affairs have always been very dramatic. If it weren't for this, the story would not be exciting. Gu Que never expected that in this most critical period,
, the Supreme Being of the Western Paradise, Maggie, God’s concubine, suddenly rebelled, shattering the soul of God’s Holy Mountain, causing the Holy Mountain’s Liuhe Formation to completely collapse, and the island in the sky to be unstoppable.”
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.
"What's next?"
A little girl couldn't help but ask, and everyone started shouting together.
The old man smiled and said: "The so-called scheming has never slackened for the ages. How can Sima, who is eternally wise and extremely wise, put his hope in the hands of others? When the Embryo of the Sky and the Suspended River of the Galaxy came at the same time, the white tiger that had been dormant for a long time
The Holy Lord and Prophet Gu Gen opened the springs of heaven and earth, used the pulse of the earth to express the wrath of the sky, reversed the desperate situation, fought for survival in the desperate situation, blocked the wrath of the sky, and submerged the island in the sky, and everything came to an end."
Everyone heard the heavy breathing, and all the charlatans stared wide-eyed.
And the little girl couldn't help but said: "Isn't there more in the back?"
The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, the great immortal has come to protect the cultivators present, and Gu Que's decades of hard work will finally come true."
Having said this, he paused slightly, looked at everyone, and said with a grin: "It's just that the one who resurrected was not the wife he had longed for, but the founder of the Goddess Gong Sect, Tianji!"
Everyone was in an uproar. The old man waved his white fan, his expression was solemn, and his eyes seemed to have a different temperament, as if he could see through the present and the past.
Everyone looked at him, but he actually lowered his head and sighed, and said in a serious tone: "But as long as there is a path to the supreme, one must have the supreme ambition, go through thousands of hardships, go through hundreds of reincarnations, temper one's heart, and work hard.
Muscles and bones. This is the greatness of the strong, not only their strength, but also their will."
All the Jianghu men present were fascinated by what he said, and they deeply agreed with what he said. For a moment, some of them were ashamed and cried bitterly.
"Reward! I won't make any money from this escort trip, I must reward you!"
One person shouted loudly, and countless others shouted in response.
The old man smiled again, his eyes became more profound, and said: "Some people blame others, some lament that they were born at the wrong time, some use talent as an excuse, and some say that the world is difficult. But as long as there are people with amazing talents and extraordinary beauty, no matter whether the war is desolate and the people are miserable, or the world is peaceful and prosperous,
Even if you are prosperous and far-reaching, you can stand out, so why? It is said that you know your shame and then be brave, but you are not ashamed, how can you talk about being lofty and lofty?"
Everyone nodded, and the old man continued: "Therefore, Gu Que set his sights on the supreme goal. He worked hard and fought hard for decades, but in the end he had to fetch water from a bamboo basket. That day, he shed tears and croaked silently. Finally, his heart was broken and the shackles were broken.
The shackles, the realm has regressed, and it has fallen down!"
Everyone sighed, and a strong man couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Ah! Senior Gu Que is really a great hero! When I was young, I heard that he was in the state of annihilation, and he was among the emperors. He fought with each other in anger and stood up.
The majestic appearance of killing the dragon spread far and wide. Now, more than forty years have passed, and I am now fifty years old, but I don’t know where he has gone."
"Yes, back then I also heard that there was such a hero in the world, so I gave up literature and took up martial arts. Unfortunately, my talent was limited and my talent was not something that could be created. Now, after more than forty years, it is just a matter of life and death."
A man in a white robe shook his head and sighed bitterly, and then continued: "Gu Que is indeed a legend of our generation. Every time when I practice hard and can't hold on, I just think about the time when Gu Que hunted down the prince Xuanyuan Chen of the God Clan for 80,000 miles.
, killed him abruptly in front of the Heavenly Palace, how heroic and bloody it was!"
"I really hope heroes never grow old and can always be our guiding light!"
The old man smiled, looked at everyone present, and said with emotion: "The legend is a legend after all. What is important to you is not his life, but his spirit."
There was sudden silence in the field, and the girl asked again: "So is he alive? Where has he gone? It has been ten years since that battle!"
Everyone looked at the old man, and the old man nodded and said: "He is alive in your hearts."
This answer obviously disappointed the little girl. She shook her head and said, "I want to know where he is. I want to find him."
At this point, a different kind of light shone in her eyes, and she squinted and said, "He is the person I admire most!"
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.
"Little girl, you might as well follow me! I don't have much ability, but I'm still nice to people."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone started joking, but the old storyteller looked at the script in his hand. It was blank without a single word.
His face was indescribably desolate, and the surroundings were indescribably lively.
There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the little girl's face turned red, and she quickly said: "Don't talk nonsense, I... I just admire him, I..."
Perhaps she was not good at speaking, or perhaps she was too nervous. She stuttered and couldn't explain clearly, so she couldn't help but stamp her feet violently.
Another young man in white clothes stood up, narrowed his eyes and said: "Little girl, I think you dare to travel around the world at a young age, and you are not afraid of meeting bad people? Why don't you follow your brother and take care of each other?"
As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's shoulder with his big hand.
The girl frowned, dodged easily, shook her head and said, "I suggest you don't ask for trouble. I'm not here to fight with people like you."
The young man in white clothes was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Turns out he has some skills! Oh! There is also a sword on his waist. Do you want to pull it out and show it to everyone?"
The girl said: "No, my sword is not for reading. My father said that the sword must be stained with blood when it is unsheathed."
The young man in white laughed and said: "Wow! You have to talk about your father when you go out to travel in the world. Little girl, you are very naive! Come, brother, I will try your swordsmanship today. If you are lacking, tonight
I'll teach you well."
While speaking, he grabbed his right hand and directed it towards the girl's chest.
Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and the lightning illuminated the earth palely. After the boom, there was a shrill scream.
Amidst the screams, blood flowed all over the ground. Everyone changed their colors and looked down, only to see that it was a palm!
The young man in white clothes was twitching on the ground. No one was paying attention to him at this moment. Everyone looked at the girl in shock.
The girl's sword was still on her waist, as if it had not been moved, and there was no trace of panic in her eyes. It was obviously not the first time she had hurt someone.
"What a fast sword! Take it out of its sheath, cut off your hand, and put it back into its sheath, as fast as lightning, in an instant!"
A big man said in a deep voice, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.
Another person said seriously: "You are so young, but you have such a fast sword. It seems that there is only one person in the world!"
"You would rather not regret it! Shenzhou would rather not regret it!"
Hearing this name, everyone's expressions changed, and they couldn't help but step back again. Of course, everyone present had heard of this name. Ning Buhui, this person's family is mysterious, and he doesn't know where he comes from, but he is one of the most famous people in mainland China in recent years.
The most famous swordsman.
Her swordsmanship is fast and silent. At the age of nineteen, she easily escaped from the siege of several strong men at the peak of Nirvana. Who would have thought that she would actually be here!
Someone suddenly said: "Are you here to participate in the October 15 Holy Land martial arts competition?"
Ning Buhui nodded and said: "There are still five days left for the Holy Land Martial Arts Competition. I'm afraid I'm not the only one who wants to participate, right?"
The big man said: "Many people want to participate, but you are one of the favorites to win. Little girl, everyone underestimates you."
While everyone was talking, the old storyteller on the stage did raise the corners of his mouth slightly, looking towards the audience with turbid and deep eyes.
It turns out that it has been ten years, and it turns out that this child is the queen of an old friend.
The old storyteller closed the notebook in his hand, hunched over, and was about to pick up the money on the plate in front of him.
This is the source of his life.
An old man with no descendants, of course, needs money to maintain his life.
He has lived like this for three years.
What about the first seven years?
He shook his head slightly. He seemed to have done a lot of things in seven years. (To be continued)