"The Qianjia Mountain is quiet and the morning sunshine, and the river tower is sitting on the green light every day. The fisherman is still there, and the swallows are flying in the clear autumn.

Kuang Heng defeated the poor fame and fortune, and Liu Xiang passed the scriptures against his worries. He was not cheap at all, but his clothes and horses in Wuling were light and fat."

"This young man is so excited. The old man hasn't heard anyone recite poems in more than ten years."

A hunch walked over slowly and praised a few words.

Sun Tuozi rarely talks to people on weekdays. For some reason today, Lin Xuan recited a few poems and took the initiative to go forward.

Lin Xuan pointed to a deserted manor and said, "Seven Jinshis and three Tanhuas have been born there. Without ten years of hard work, how can I get a title on the Golden List? It's a pity that I don't know how to know people and end up like this. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Sun Tuozi stopped talking. He didn't like to speak at all. When he saw the manor Lin Xuan pointed at, he didn't want to speak even more.

The original name of the manor was Li Yuan, which was the Li family's house.

The Li family has the most scholarly scholars in the family, and the father and son have three Tanhua. One of them is not only Wen Tanhua, but also Wu Tanhua, who is famous in the world. It is a wealth that ordinary people dare not imagine.

However, this Tanhualang was unknown to the public, and in the end, Li Yuan became Guiyun Village.

More than a year ago, Long Xiaoyun, the owner of Guiyun Village, lost his reputation. The young owner of Guiyun Village, Long Xiaoyun, died unexpectedly. His wife Lin Shiyin went away and the entire farm was completely abandoned, like a ghost.

So there was a terrible legend in the world that this place was a haunted house!

Anyone who has been here, whether he is a monk, a strange man, or a beautiful woman who is fascinating in the country, will not have a good result in their lives as soon as they enter this gate.

Outside the back wall of this "haunted house", there is a small alley. It is dusty when the wind blows, and there is no muddy when it rains. The high walls block the sun, and there is almost no sunshine in the alley all year round.

But no matter how humble or dark, there are people living silently!

This may be because they have nowhere else to go, or maybe it is because they are tired of life and would rather hide in such a place and be forgotten by the world.

Sun Tuozi is such a person. He has already completed his so-called "mission" and can leave long ago, but he chose to stay here and continue to be the owner of a small chicken feather shop.

What is a chicken feather shop?

It is a place for homeless people who have no food to live.

Find a large piece of thin wooden board and dip chicken feathers on the board, one or two inches thin and three or five inches thick. When you go to bed at night, lay down the wooden board and put it down. This is the quilt.

Hay is placed below and chicken feathers are covered on top, so it is called a chicken feather shop.

The wooden board is heavy. If the clip is not placed in advance, it will easily crush people to death. The chicken feathers are fishy and smell extremely bad.

But this is an indescribable enjoyment for those poor homeless people.

Therefore, when going out to work, or steal, and having spare money, those people will give the boss a portion.

This is the last place they can shelter from wind and rain, and they will do their best to maintain it.

In such a place, Lin Xuan shouldn't have come, but when Lin Xuan came, not only Lin Xuan came, but several groups of martial arts people came in a row.

These people are holding swords and showing fierce looks, which is very difficult to mess with at first glance.

Sun Tuozi ignored this and just used his very bad skills to fry a few dishes and serve them.

Fortunately, no one of the people who came here came for dinner. Except for Lin Xuan and a pair of grandparents and grandchildren, everyone seemed uneasy.

Lin Xuan looked at these people with a few smiles flashing in his eyes.

These people are short-sighted but bold, and they are not willing to die. But when they come, it means Shangguan Jinhong is about to come back.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan suddenly felt a little bored and took out a knife to trim his nails carefully.

You must practice slowly. If you practice faster, you will be bored again after completing the practice with ten fingers.

Lin Xuan was bored and looked at the pair of grandparents and grandchildren.

The old man was gray-haired, wearing a blue shirt, and was smoking a pipe in his mouth.

The granddaughter was combed in two big black and bright braids.

In this era, except for nuns, every woman would wear braids, but this braided girl had the best braids. Even Lin Xian'er was not as good as her.

In addition to the two braids, the most eye-catching thing is her eyes, a pair of watery big eyes, which are darker and brighter than the braids.

The lotus comes out of clear water and is naturally decorated.

She was too pure. Seeing her, Lin Xuan was in a much better mood when he was guarding a few wastes at night.

It was too boring to squeeze into a chicken feather shop to drink a lot of wine. A purple-faced boy asked the girl with braids to sing a few words, or talk about books, and they were always there to make some noise and have some fun.

The old man took a few sips of cigarettes and said, "Granddaughter, who is the most powerful sword technique in this world?"

"Of course it was the little Li Tanhua who was the one who had a flying knife. It was a good example. Until now, no one has been able to avoid it."

"It's a pity that he's dead."

"Who can kill him?"

"He himself, if a person's heart dies, what's the difference between living and dying?"

The purple-faced boy joked: "This is wrong. Even if Li Tanhua is still alive, it is not his turn to the world's number one sword. He ranks third in the weapon spectrum, but Lin Xuan, who is single-handedly in the Shaolin."

The old man glanced at Lin Xuan next to him and said softly: "Lin Xuan himself admitted that he could not escape that knife."

"Who knows whether this is true or false? The girl is willing to talk about Lin Xuan."

The old man interrupted, "There is nothing to say."

"Why?"

"Because he lived in seclusion after leaving Shaolin, and now he re-entered the world, it will not take long to cause new storms."

"Does he want to challenge the top two weapons list?"

"No, it's just that someone wants to cause trouble, and he will never let go of the world's first sword."

"How did you know that he is back out of the mountain?" the purple-faced boy shouted.

"Because although the old man was dizzy, he was not blind."

"You mean, we are all blind?"

A tall and thin man sneered: "You are not blind, you are dead. Everyone is going to die. What's the use of knowing so much?"

The man gave birth to a long horse face, with a blue birthmark on his face, which looked particularly ugly.

As soon as these words were said, they made people feel even more cold, like a horse-faced ghost messenger in the underworld.

"Do you know who we are?"

"'White-haired monkey' Hu Fei, 'Hercules' Duan Kaishan, 'Iron Spear Little Overlord' Yang Chengzu, 'Water Snake' Hu Mei and 'Nanshan Shuanghu' Han brothers!"

Yang Chengzu was the purple-faced boy. He shouted loudly when he heard this: "Who dares to kill me!"

Before he finished speaking, a pear blossom gun had already stabbed out.

The Pear Blossom Spear was created by Yang Miaozhen, the wife of Li Quan, the leader of the Red Coat Army in the late Southern Song Dynasty. It was like a pear blossom flying when used, and it was so beautiful.

Yang Chengzu's shot should have half the power of his ancestors.
Chapter completed!