"This ghost-faced boy's swordsman has really reached a state of superb level. If Bai Xiaosheng re-arranges the weapon score, he is afraid that he can be ranked in the top ten with the sword in his hand. In addition, this person's light skills, hidden weapons, and poisoning can be said to be all good, all of them can be mastered, and his methods have been overturned, and his talents are amazing, which reminds many older generation experts of the world of martial arts, King Lianhua, that year." Mr. Sun said.

"Grandpa, you told the story of the heroes of the previous generation. I remember that Wang Lianhua and the hero Shen Lang turned enemies into friends and went out to sea to visit immortals."

The girl with braided eyes turned and she was very agile: "Hiss Shen Lang is good at swordsmanship, and Wang Lianhua is proficient in the art of a side sect. Could it be that this ghost-faced boy is related to them, and is it their junior?"

Mr. Sun shook his head: "No one knows this."

In front of the table by the window, the father and son Long Xiaoyun and Xia Wuji were sitting.

"So you are not my father. Then is my father Wang Lianhua or Shen Lang?"

Xia Wuji looked surprised and thought for a moment: "I guess it's Wang Lianhua. After all, men are not bad and women don't love them. Shen Lang is too serious and already has Zhu Qiqi, a confidante. Is Wang Lianhua a single dog or a good player to flirt with girls."

Long Xiaoyun looked dark and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, it will ruin your mother's reputation."

"Dad, are you angry?" Xia Wuji scratched his head and said with great guilt: "Children's words are Wuji, the strong wind blows away. It's a child wrong, why don't you apologize to me."

Long Xiaoyun really couldn't take the unfilial son, but fortunately he ignored him and focused on dealing with the wine and food on the table, his mouth full of greasiness.

Since he was hungry yesterday, he suddenly realized the true meaning of food and became a foodie.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

"This ghost-faced boy is very mysterious in terms of his origin and whereabouts. In addition, a ghost-faced mask on his face covers his face, which is extremely mysterious, so the words "Ghost-faced without traces" are given to him." Mr. Sun said.

The braided girl tilted her head and said curiously: "Has no one seen his true face?"

Mr. Sun said: "It is said that when he was in the small town outside the border, he did not wear a mask. However, it seemed that someone had dealt with this matter later and was banned. Even if someone knew about it, he would not dare to say it."

The girl braided nodded and said, "Golden silk soul-locking, ghost face without traces, this is what it means. What force does the wind, rain, thunder and lightning represent? "

Mr. Sun took another breath of cigarette and said slowly: "This force is still related to the ghost-faced boy."

The whip girl blinked and guessed: "Is this force created by the ghost-faced boy?"

"No," Mr. Sun pointed: "In the process of fighting for the Golden Silk Armor, the Ghost Face Boy did not kill all the masters, and there was a fish that escaped the net. The Ghost Face Boy conquered them and founded a force called "Tianxin Society". Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are the four major divisions of the Tianxin Society."

The girl braided said: "Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the heart of heaven is endless. Wind, cloud, thunder and lightning are the four major divisions, and the heart of heaven is the heart of heaven. Why add the two words "Wujian" on the back."

"The so-called Wujian is the Avici Hell, the most painful one among the eight great hells in the Buddhist scriptures. Anyone who blocks the mind of heaven will fall into the Avici Hell and suffers torture. Life is worse than death."

When Mr. Sun said this, he lowered his voice in a rather bad way, with a silence, making people feel chilled.

Then, Mr. Sun said a few things that were widely circulated in the world, all of which reflected the terrible nature of Tianxinhui, which made many customers feel cold.

The girl braided also shivered: "Grandpa, do you know where that ghost-faced boy is now?"

"I don't know the specific location, but he seemed to be coming to Baoding at the beginning." Mr. Sun said: "Think about the time, it's almost here. Maybe he's in the restaurant."

The guests in the restaurant couldn't help swallowing their saliva and looked around unconsciously, for fear of seeing a man wearing a grimace mask.

"Hey, those guys in Fengtang have done a good job of public opinion propaganda, but it is not enough to be scared. They must be friendly enough to ensure that we are the justice side."

Xia Wuji nodded secretly, and was both affirming and dissatisfied with Fengtang's work.

"We must find someone who can make Fengtang prosperous. This person must understand public opinion and have the goods in his stomach."

He had already chosen someone in his heart, and after dealing with Li Xunhuan's affairs, he would go and "invited" the man to come out.

...

Lunch has passed, the story has been finished, people have gradually left, and when they left, everyone has discussed the ghost-faced boy.

The braided girl and her grandfather also ordered a few side dishes. When they had eaten almost the same food, a child with a carved jade came towards them. The middle-aged man looked handsome, dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a whisper under his chin.

The middle-aged man had a bulging stomach and looked satisfied. He wanted to eat a lot.

The child walked up to the girl with a big braid and said with a simple face: "Sister, you don't want your husband. As long as you open your mouth, I'll send it to you later."

The girl with big braids was stunned: "Little brother, are you talking to me?"

The child nodded.

The girl with big braids smiled and said, "Sister doesn't play house, you can go and play by yourself."

"I'm not a seven or eight year old child, so what I'm talking about is true." Xia Wuji slapped the hand of the girl with a big braid. The woman pinched his chubby face, which was really rude.

Long Xiaoyun, who was following behind, burped and said, "My son was nine years old three months ago. Don't treat it as a child."

The girl with big braids was so funny.

Why is my son making trouble? My father also makes trouble.

The old man Sun suddenly spoke: "Xiaohong, what he said should be true."

The girl with big braid blinked: "Grandpa, you..."

Mr. Sun said: "The Fourth Master Long in Xingyun Village may lie, but the ghost-faced boy doesn't have time to tease you a little girl?"

"What! The ghost-faced boy!!" The girl with big braids shouted in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth and looked around. At this time, the meal was not over nine o'clock, and their position was in a detached position. In addition, she was a storyteller, so she didn't care even if someone heard it.

"Are you a ghost-faced boy?" The girl with big braids lowered her voice and looked at Xia Wuji curiously.

"It's like a fake one." Xia Wuji nodded.

"So you are really a child. I thought you had practiced some kind of martial arts." said the girl with big braids.

Xia Wuji said seriously: "Actually, I am the god of heaven and descended to this body to save the people of the world and the people in the dawn."

The girl with big braids giggled and said, "I also said that I was a fairy who came down to earth."

Mr. Sun stood up and said, "This is not a place to speak, please follow me."

"Okay." Xia Wuji nodded.
Chapter completed!