The world is always full of excitement, full of all kinds of bizarre and weird and heart-wrenching stories. No matter who wants to hear it, everyone will inevitably feel depressed.

If a good storyteller can tell the stories of the heroes of the martial arts world and martial arts heroes vividly, let the listener substitute into the story and integrate them with the people and things in the story, and the depression in his heart will be unknowingly vented.

On the table by the window, there was an old man in a blue cloth gown. He was gray-haired and smoking a dry tobacco with his eyes closed.

Next to the old man, there was a very young girl with two big braids and big eyes, which were black and bright. When her eyes turned, it seemed that she could catch the soul of a man.

The old man took the dry tobacco to the table and knocked it, saying, "Hong'er, when is it now?"

The braided girl said, "It's time."

The old man then slowly opened his eyes. Although he was old and fucked, his eyes were very bright. Everyone in the inn felt that he was looking at him.

The little girl had already brought the bowl of tea. The old man lifted up the lid of the tea bowl, blew the tea and said, "Tanhualang became a plum blossom thief, and the broken young master finished the magic hand."

The little girl said, "Grandpa, Tanhualang is a man who stands tall and upright, how could he be a plum blossom thief? I have heard of Qingmo Hand Yi crying. But who is the Broken Young Master? He can actually kill Yi crying."

The old man took a sip of tea and said slowly: "These four people are all famous figures in the world. The plum blossom thief has been rampant for decades and has only appeared twice. But the cases done by the heroes of the green forest in the two rivers are not as many as this one. This person is greedy for money and lust, but he is extremely mysterious, and his martial arts are even more mysterious."

The little girl said, "What a great person, but I heard that Li Tanhua is a son of a noble family, extremely prominent. She is also a righteous and generous person, generous and generous. Even if Xinling reborn and Mengchang is resurrected, she is probably not as good as him."

The old man said, "This Li Tanhua is not only talented, but also good at both civil and military affairs. When she was a child, she was taught by strangers and had a shocking martial arts. More than ten years ago, she gave Li Yuan to his sworn brother Long Xiaoyun and retired from the seclusion."

Although it was just a few words, it described a heroic hero in the world in the world.

The little girl said, "How could such a character be a plum blossom thief? There must be something tricky about it?"

The old man stopped talking at this time, closed his eyes, smoked a mouthful of dry tobacco, and slowly sprayed the cigarette out of his nostrils.

The little girl muttered, "I won't talk about the key points, it will make people feel happy."

Suddenly, the little girl slapped her face: "I understand, you are trying to drink."

Now the little girl was clear. Everyone understood. They smiled and took out their pockets to touch the money. The guy had already been holding the plate next to him and was about to collect the money.

The old man then spoke slowly, brought Li Tanhua into the pass and returned to Liyuan.

Then he was framed and could not argue with him, becoming a plum blossom thief. When the Shaolin people arrived, they would be escorted back to Shaolin and punished. They would be reported one by one.

Everyone sighed regretfully, and it was a pity that there would be such a man who was not righteous in the world.

The girl braided said, "What a good Tanhualang. Is there no one in this world who can help him?"

The old man said: "There are many masters in Xingyunzhuang today. If you say that you have friendship with Li Tanhua and can still help him, there are only two people."

The girl braided asked hurriedly: "The two of them, I don't know who they are."

The old man said, "One person is A Fei."

The girl braided said, "I know this person. It is said that he has a very high martial arts skills, his sword is fast and stable, and he will kill people as soon as he takes action."

The old man smoked a dry tobacco and shook his head and said, "He knows how to do martial arts, he only knows how to kill people with swords. Few people in this world can kill people with swords than him."

The girl with braided eyes turned and suddenly clapped her hands and smiled, "Then I think the other person is that broken young man?"

The old man said, "It's this person. He has only been out of the world for more than a month. At first, he seems to have only had some skills in three-legged cats. Now he is one of the best masters in the world. Someone once said that Bai Xiaosheng re-arranges the weapons charts and he must be ranked in the top 20, but now it seems that he is a big mistake."

The little girl said, "Oh, I don't know where the mistake is?"

The old man said: "This man got the golden silk armor a month ago. The golden silk armor is the treasure of the martial arts world. There are also rumors that the golden silk armor is the nemesis of the plum blossom thief. Therefore, in just ten days, this man encountered hundreds of assassinations. Among these people, there were many masters of weapon scribing, but they all returned in vain and many people were killed and injured."

The little girl covered her mouth and was a little surprised: "It's really an amazing person."

The old man continued, "This person is best at palm techniques. It is said that no one can get a palm of his hand. There are even rumors in the world that "if you think your life is long, you will be broken by a palm, and a young master will see the King of Hell."

The little girl smiled and said, "This rumor is interesting."

The old man continued: "Ordinary people practice hand skills, calluses will appear on their hands and their palms will become thicker. But I don't know which kung fu this person is practicing, and there is no flaw in one hand. It can be said that they are the most perfect hands in the world."

The little girl said, "I guess this martial art must be very popular with girls."

The old man said: "I don't know how many times this broken young man has fought, but the most famous one is a battle on Zuiyue Tower."

The little girl asked, "I wonder which martial arts masters are there in this time."

The old man said: "He Kaitai, the iron hand, the snake whip, the two ghosts of the Yellow River, and the jade song of the Western Shu divine legs... These are not famous figures, but they were killed by this broken young master and were broken into pieces and they were defeated."

The little girl's big eyes were shining and she couldn't help but say, "What a great person."

When the other drinkers heard this, they couldn't help but feel excited, wishing they were Xia Yunmo, fighting with the heroes and killing them to the darkness.

The old man smoked a mouthful of dry tobacco and continued, "Yi Chui also took action. This Yi Chui is the ninth-ranked master in the weapon spectrum. Yi Chui is extremely vicious. He is obviously very powerful in martial arts, but he secretly poisons. This drug is extremely domineering, and the poisoned person will be weak and weak, like a pile of mud."

The little girl said anxiously: "This is not good, so what's the situation in the end?"

When the two sing and reconcile, it is easy to attract the audience's emotions.

The old man said, "In the end, it was Yi who cried to death and was stabbed to death by a sword."

The girl frowned and asked, "Isn't that broken young master good at hand kung fu? Why did Yi cried but was stabbed to death by the sword? Could it be that someone else killed Yi cried?"

The old man knocked the little girl on the head with a dry tobacco and said, "Don't be anxious. Listen to me slowly."

"This broken young master once killed the five poison boy in Miaojiang and got the medicine for these five poison boys. So he also put a bottle of poison gas, which made Yi cry and poisoned."

"Both of them are people with deep internal strength. They use their internal strength to suppress the poisonous gas and cannot mobilize their internal strength."

The little girl asked again at this time: "The Qing Demon Hand that was crying was extremely poisonous. It is said that this person is extremely powerful, so the broken young master is in danger."

The old man nodded and said, "In the eyes of others, Young Master Broken is indeed dead, but he died in the end, and he cried."

The little girl asked hurriedly, "Why is this?"

Under the nervous and expectant eyes of everyone, the old man said slowly: "Everyone thought that the Broken Master was good at his skills, but he didn't know that his sword skills were equally good."

"How is that?"

"Quick, soon, inadvertently, he inserted the dagger into Yihui's chest, almost so many people on the spot that they didn't see how he made the move."

The old man spit out a mouthful of dry tobacco and his eyes were faint: "Now, this broken young master has become famous all over the world."

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Spring snow aster.

This is a brothel. Although it is a brothel, it is built in a unique and elegant manner, with the small and exquisite style of Jiangnan.

In Chunxue Garden, there are mostly good women who are not good at selling their skills. If they want to get the first place and become guests of honor, the price will be quite a lot.

In a loft in Chunxue Garden, the red curtains are hanging high, and there is a tempting fragrance in the air.

There was a beauty who was really resting on the fragrant bed, but the spring scenery between her eyebrows and some strange smell, but it was not difficult to guess what had happened here before.

Xia Yunmo was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, naked, and her eyes closed.

Suddenly, Xia Yunmo opened his eyes and a dazzling light shot out of his pupils, and his momentum reached its peak at this moment.

Yes, the only courtesan here has fallen into a deep sleep and no one has witnessed this scene.

After a moment, the light disappeared and the momentum dissipated.
Chapter completed!