In the northern part of Chu, Lianshan Town.

The streets in the early morning seemed a little depressed under the slightly cool autumn wind.

The sun still rose on time, but the pale sunlight shone through the slightly cold morning mist, which not only did not give people a warm feeling, but added a hint of chill.

Although it was still a bit early, in a library next to the "Li Ji Teahouse" in the center of the town, there was already a lot of people and applause, and it did not become deserted due to the weather and time.

At this time, the hall was full, and the audience standing in the back row could not even see the storyteller on the front table. They could only hear a clear and gentle man's voice, telling a story about the heroes in the martial arts world.

"I saw Gao Daxia's sword tremble slightly and used a trick called Changhong Guanri. It was as fast as lightning. Before the bandit leader could react, the dazzling sword light as bright as snow had already penetrated the other party's throat, ending his sinful life..."

At this moment, the final key part was naturally wonderful and fascinating. The audience in the audience was like chickens strangled, each of them opened their mouths and sucked their breath, accumulating strength for the final cheer.

After saying that Gao Daxia killed the bully and floated away without any nostalgia, the storyteller couldn't help but sigh and said a few eternal concluding remarks: "From then on, the villagers of Taiping Town lived a peaceful and peaceful life again. Every family set up a tablet of immortality for Gao Daxia, and the incense was constantly ongoing every day..."

The story is over, and warm applause and cheers burst out from the audience again, encouraging this nasty violent cultural propaganda, fully venting some of the blood and impulses accumulated just now or longer.

Looking at the group of male animals with red eyes, gritting teeth, and facial muscle cramps in the audience, it really makes people feel a little worried about whether there will be any violent incidents in the next moment.

Human beings themselves are strange animals. If their heads are congested, they will become even more incredible. A cowardly person will become extremely brave; a calm person will become impulsive for no reason.

Li Mu is the victim.

He was originally a kind and gentle boy, but now he feels passionate and his fair and handsome face turns red because of the passion.

He felt that his body was full of strength. Some of the martial arts masters in the story told me that they had opened up the Ren and Du meridians and the true energy spread throughout their body. Now, let alone those who were soaring the tip of the spear in their throats and big stones in their chests, even if there was a big tiger in front of them, he could still kill them with one punch.

"Yes, it only takes one punch..." Li Mu murmured with red eyes, not feeling that he was talking nonsense at all. The power of role models gave him a fearless spirit of fighting the sky and the earth.

Li Mu, who was passionate about his brain, couldn't help but grab the small stool beside him, looked around, and prepared to find a head that was not pleasant to see, and try whether everyone has already mastered peerless martial arts now.

Although he could also look up to his forehead to see if he had any peerless martial arts such as golden bell covers and iron shirts mentioned in the story. It was just that he had always thought that he was a good person, so as long as conditions permit, he had to give the opportunity to others.

If he refuses to give in, then naturally the conditions will not allow it.

Just as the tragedy was about to happen, I heard the storyteller on the stage picking up the gavel, and the sound of a "pop" made the mountain sound, and the time was extremely accurate. I immediately pulled a group of male animals whose eyes were red and their faces were red by the so-called violent aesthetics of the martial arts world, and their eyes were red and their faces were red.

"Don't speak out, please listen to me to repay the kindness of a hero." A clear and gentle voice sounded. A middle-aged man dressed in a scholar on the stage was wearing a light blue dress, thin, with two rat whiskers, sharp-mouthed cheeks, and yellow face. He didn't look like a good guy.

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, no one would believe that the person who spoke on the stage just now would be such an extremely unreliable guy. He should have been a handsome and handsome man with a little down-and-out spirit.

But don’t look at this person as vulgar as he looks, but he is quite talented and has a good conversation. He can be said to be full of poetry and books, and he will definitely not be comparable to an ordinary storyteller.

And this guy also gave himself a poetic and picturesque nickname, "The Old Dream of the West Tower".

After careful consideration, it is quite like what is written in "A night of rotten rocks and misses the moonlight, and it has been a thousand years since I woke up from the dream of the West Tower. (Note 1)", the kind of feeling full of confusion and melancholy seems to have some sad past events.

This person is the best storyteller around Lianshan Town, within a radius of hundreds of miles. He can not only tell some stories about talented men and beautiful women, but also those romantic jokes, but also some of the chivalrous knights in the world who are chivalrous, save the danger and the needy, and eliminate evil.

Sometimes I even tell everyone mysteriously that those inexplicable rules or secret news in the world, such as secrets, make the audience feel fascinated and excited after hearing this.

Of course, the most important thing is naturally the knights in the story. After defeating evil, there will always be bright eyes and white teeth and floating like fairies in the martial arts world. If they are connected with it, they will further increase the audience's yearning for them.

Therefore, as long as Mr. Old Dream of the West Building starts his lecture, no matter whether it is windy or rainy or thousands of miles away, the lobby will be filled with seats, and even the corners are full of people listening to white books.

Li Mu is one of the best ones. Since he heard a story about Mr. Xilou, called "Mr. Yue Da Fights the Demon Sect", he was fascinated by it. Whenever he had time, he would come to listen to it.

Fortunately, although Mr. Xilou is a little more vulgar, his heart is not bad. As long as he is not here to make trouble, everyone will smile slightly when he listens to Bai Shu and will never care about you. Therefore, the reputation is very good.

"Last time, when it comes to the evil forces in the martial arts world, the Huanglong Gang, who is domineering in the local area and does everything evil. The leader of the gang, Hongchen Toutuo, was originally an abandoned disciple of Buddhism. He was driven out of the sect because of his impure six senses." Mr. Xilou cleared his throat and began to tell him slowly. "Although he is a martial arts genius. He has reached the realm of transformation in the "Vajra Art" practiced Kung Fuji, who is invincible and has great strength, is three feet tall and three feet wide. Because he fell in love with the female hero "Yue Furong" and was so beautiful that he failed to propose to the house, he felt evil thoughts..."

Everyone was listening with relish, but someone suddenly shouted below: "Mr. Xilou, are you wrong? There is no one in the world who has the same height and width? Isn't that a piece of frozen tofu?"

The voice was full of doubts, and it seemed that I really didn't understand, rather than deliberately making a mess.

But everyone was happy to hear it, but the story was suddenly interrupted, just like that... Well, it was like doing that kind of thing, and when I was doing it happily, I was suddenly poured with cold water on my head. The dissatisfaction and depression in my heart can be imagined.

"Tsk, what do you know? You are new? How do you know there is no such person?" Listener A glanced at the other party with a slanted eyes and snatched the white snatched with disdain.

"That's right, Mr. Xilou said last time that the world is so big and there are all kinds of wonders. How can you know if you haven't seen it? Maybe it's because you are ignorant?" Listen B immediately said.

"Hmph, are you more knowledgeable than Mr. Xilou? If you are not convinced, go up and say something to try." Listener C naturally used a killing weapon and sneered.

...

Before the Xilou Old Dream could explain, many listeners in the audience looked at the person who was asking just now with contempt. This guy was obviously a newcomer, and he made a fuss when he heard something strange.

Unlike the listeners who often listen to Mr. Xilou’s storytelling, even if they hear something strange, they can still keep it calm. If there is no strange thing in the world, can it still be called Jianghu?

The person who asked the question suddenly turned red and looked embarrassed, bowing to everyone to express his teaching.

The old dream in the West Tower was not in a hurry. After the audience below calmed down, they bowed slightly and thanked the listener who had explained to him just now. Then they continued to tell how Hongchen Touta killed all the family of Furong Heroes, and snatched Furong Heroes into the village to be Furong Aunt...

Oh, I was wrong. It was when the wife of the village was attacked and the protagonist in the story emerged.

"Young Master Xueyu", known as one of the four great princes in the world, happened to pass by Huanglong Mountain. After hearing about such a bad thing, he was immediately indignant and swung his sword to Huanglong Mountain, fighting with Hongchen Toutuo for 300 rounds...

"After Mr. Xueyu defeated Hongchen Toutuo, he was seriously injured. The wounds on his body were at least 108. The blood that flowed out was enough to dye every stone on Huanglong Mountain red. The pain in it can be imagined, and he couldn't help but tremble and shaking..."

After hearing what Xilou Old Dream said, the new listener who asked just now felt very strange. No matter how much blood a person has, it is impossible for the entire mountain to dye red, right? Besides, after so much shed, she can still not die?

However, after being robbed by someone just now, he didn't dare to ask questions anymore. Who knows whether everyone in the world is covered in blood bags, maybe it may not be necessary to have a lot of blood.

Then the audience swallowed hard, and finally swallowed the words that were about to be released. At the same time, they kept comforting themselves in their hearts, to learn to be knowledgeable, not surprising...

Mr. Xilou is indeed outstanding in eloquence. He tells a story of a hero fighting a bully who shocks the world and is so vivid and beautiful. It not only shows the thrilling and exciting battles, but also highlights the fierce and vulgarity of the bully Hongchen Toutuo, the handsomeness of the hero Xueyu, and the charming and weakness of the victim Furong Hero.

Finally, he focused on the extraordinary firm will of Mr. Xueyu, claiming that only in this way can he achieve great things.

Of course, the so-called big thing is what we will say next: "At this time, Liu Daier, the 'Yue Furong' Liu Di'er, who was killed by Hongchen Toutuo and kidnapped to Huanglong Mountain Village, finally rushed up and supported the fallen young master Xueyu..."

"Amu, Amu..." Just as Li Mu was listening to the sacred wandering outside the sky and floating in the air, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears, but he still did not wake up the eldest master Li who was obsessed with the fantasy.

"Who is calling me?" Li Mu still thought in a daze, "Is Mr. Xueyu's name the same as me, and they are all called Amu? Is the heroine Furong calling his name? That's great, what's the difference between calling me..."

Just as Li Mu wanted to continue fantasy, after the heroine Furong held Master Xueyu, would there be any further development of the plot, the person who called him finally broke out: "Amu, you are a dead wood and don't work, run out to listen to the nonsense of the old dream of Xilou. Come here quickly, you have something to do."

Li Mu suddenly shook his head, and finally woke up. The voice of an old man who called his name was the voice of an old man, and it would never have anything to do with the female Furong.

Without even bothering to continue listening to the story of the love and love story between Furong and Young Master Xueyu, Li Mu jumped up like a toad, turned around and stepped out of the library gate, and quickly ran towards the teahouse next door.

"Hmph, what's the story of a pair of dogs and men? "Li Mu murmured while walking, and also made an action to show his muscles. "Young Master Xueyu? You're white and white. You know you're like a bamboo pole at the first time. You must be that kind of white rabbit. Is it as muscle as your uncle Li Mu?"

Unable to hear the storytelling content below, Mr. Li Mu felt so upset. But he didn't dare to continue to stay, so he had to comfort himself like this, making people realize that it was envy, jealousy and hatred.

After bragging for a while, Li Mu frowned again and whispered in confusion: "But why do those who look white and pure should be called Rabbit? Is it because the rabbits are white? But the hares I usually beat are also gray!"

"I don't understand, I really can't understand..."

Li Mu finally shook his head and walked into the teahouse gate.

Note 1: From the ancient collection of poems "Xia Tan Lu", the whole poem is as follows:

The moonlight is lost all night,

It has been a thousand years since I woke up from the dream of the West Tower.

There is no smile on the pond,

Where is the lonely grave tear broken?

Also notes: "Xia Tan Lu", a collection of ancient poems and poems written by the mysterious man Dong Yangwu, is divided into three volumes: "Fenghua", "Qidao" and "Shenyu". Among them, it is mostly recorded in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, secrets of the rivers and lakes, and poems about seeking immortals and asking about the Tao. The content is complex and ethereal, and the quality is uneven, which is criticized by the world.

Also note: The birth and death year of Dongyang's family is unknown. According to the ancient book "Yiren Zhi", it is a figure about a thousand years ago. He is smart and polite, quick and studious, and has a poor temperament. He is very simple and simple. He is often called him wise.

However, his fate was tragic and he participated in the imperial examinations three times, and all failed. He was angry and practiced martial arts and discussed swords dozens of times, but he never won. He then threw his sword into the Canglan River and farmed and studied on the bank of Yangshan Mountain, without caring about worldly affairs.
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