Fan Dache still failed to break through the bottleneck of Longmen Realm and become a Golden Alchemist.

No matter how much alcohol Fan Dache drank, he still invited him to treat guests every time, but he still failed to develop the face of the second shopkeeper. He felt guilty and felt sorry for the Ning Mansion's martial arts arena and the puppets of Fatty Yan's family who helped practice swordsmanship, so every time

When having a drink, Fan Dache is always the one to entertain guests. It doesn't matter, even if Fan Dache is not at the table, as long as the money is there. At Diezhang Wine Shop, all the drinking is on Fan Dache's account, and among them, Dong draws the talisman the most. Fan Dache

He was confused at first, how could the shop get credit? After asking, he found out that it was Chen Sanqiu who had taken the initiative to help him put a small summer coin in the wine shop. When Fan Dache asked how much of the small summer coin was left, it was okay not to ask.

, this question brought out the reason why he was so sad, he kept doing nothing, and rarely asked for a few bottles of Qingshenshan wine, so he drank it very drunk.

Two young men of the same age who became long-time workers in a liquor store, Zhang Jiazhen from Lingxi Lane and Jiang Qu from Coili Lane, have now become friends who talk to each other about everything. They talk about their dreams in private, which are not big.

The storyteller on the bench appears less and less often, and the storyteller tells less and less landscape stories.

The kid with the pottery pot and private money, the kid whose father helped make Yangchun noodles at the wine shop, felt that it was not a good idea to continue like this. The story was not good to listen to, but it was a story after all. If it didn't work, he spent time with the storyteller.

Money buys stories. Is one copper coin enough? Now that my father has earned a lot of money, I will throw him three or two coins every now and then. In another year at most, Feng Kangle’s clay pot will soon be no longer able to live in it, so he is rich and courageous.

Feng Kangle held the clay pot, mustered up the courage, and secretly ran to Ningfu Street alone, which he had never been to before. He just wandered around for a long time without daring to knock on the door. The door was too big and the child was too small. Feng Kangle

I always feel like I knock on the door so hard that no one inside can hear me.

When the storyteller sat on the bench, the child who was the first to greet and talk to the second shopkeeper was not afraid at all. However, when the storyteller was hiding behind the high wall of Ning Mansion, the child became afraid, so he squatted under the wall to bask in the sun.

After half a day of sunshine, before dark, we left from Qingshi Street, which can be used as a mirror. The child secretly twisted his ankle, and the soles of his shoes would squeak. After walking for a while, he would play once. He did not dare to play more, for fear of disturbing someone.

She was beaten. When she walked all the way to the yellow dirt road in her own alley, she no longer had this fun. If she stepped on her shoes and soiled them, her father would not care, but her mother would. Spreading her buttocks was so fun. Many times, her mother would spank her, and she would

When I started crying, my father would always squat at the door and be silent. The child was most aggrieved at that time, and it was him who hurt him. What was going on with his parents? How could adults like his parents be so inferior to those who had never grown up?

My child, you are still unreasonable.

Feng Kangle returned to his alley, where there were many eagerly awaited children, all looking forward to hearing those free stories that happened in distant places again tomorrow.

Feng Kangle had no choice but to say that he was cowardly. He only saw the door but not the storyteller, so he muttered a few words of apology to the storyteller in his heart, and then he felt sad and said that the second shopkeeper was too stingy and disliked him.

There was too little money in the jar, and now I am no longer willing to tell stories. This guy is obsessed with money and has no conscience. The children followed Feng Kangle in scolding him. By the end of the scolding, the children were less angry and more regretful.

After all, the last story has not been finished yet. It talks about the mountain god who forcibly married someone, and the scholar beat the drum to complain about the grievances in the City God's Pavilion. How about finishing this story? Did the scholar save the poor girl he loved? Your second shopkeeper really

Aren't you afraid that the scholar will keep beating the drum and break the big drum at the gate of the City God's house?

The little girl who is not very good-looking, but always brings plenty of melon seeds, is the most disappointed because after Mr. Storyteller rubbed her melon seeds too many times, now she becomes the daughter-in-law who rides in a sedan chair when playing house.

, Feng Kangle and the others built a shelf with their hands, and she sat on it and swayed. However, after the storyteller appeared for a long time without carrying a bench and a bamboo branch, she became the same woman that Feng Kangle and the others liked again. As for herself, she had to be

A maid was brought up as a dowry girl.

What's more, Mr. Storyteller secretly promised him that he would have a snowball fight with her next time it snows. Why didn't he just say it and it didn't count? After a lot of effort, he asked his parents to buy more melon seeds. He was reluctant to eat them and kept them for the New Year.

Okay, but here in my hometown, it seems that the Chinese New Year is not the same as the Chinese New Year. It is not the hometown that the storyteller said. It is so lively. Children can wear new clothes, receive red envelopes from their parents and elders, every household puts up Spring Festival couplets for door gods, and cooks a lot.

A table full of New Year’s Eve dinner.

But every time after telling a story or a short story, the second shopkeeper who likes to tell scary stories about mountains, rivers, gods and monsters, but he himself is not scary at all, will also say words that are destined to be ignored by no one at that time, words other than the story.

, for example, I can talk about the good things about the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I can drink with a bunch of sword immortals. When I turn my head, the sword immortals are eating the Yangchun noodles and pickles. It is rare. It can be found anywhere in the world.

I can't see these scenes, no matter how much money I spend, I can't do it. Then I say that of all the places I pass by in the world, no matter whether it is better or worse than my hometown, there will always be only one hometown, and it is the place that reminds people the most. Unfortunately, story 1

After finishing speaking, the birds and beasts dispersed. No one wanted to hear this.

These are the most trivial and trivial things in the world. The alley where the children live is too small and cannot accommodate too many. Just a few big winds and rains will disappear when the rain hits or the wind blows.

Children can't remember it themselves, let alone others.

After all, it's not the story of the storyteller on the bench. Even the mountain spirit-water monster who carries the mountain god's sedan chair has to be made up with a name. Let's talk about the clothes and dressing up to give him some opportunities to show his face. Even the winter pickles are.

What is the origin, what is the crunch, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, which will make the children greedy. After all, the Chinese New Year is not celebrated here at the Jianqi Great Wall, but everyone still has to live through the freezing sky and freezing ground.

It’s winter for hands and feet.

The Sword Qi Great Wall is next to the wild world. On the other side of the city, there are layers of clouds under the feet, like the stairs built by a drunken craftsman. The words and deeds of the sword immortals here are almost all important events. Of course, like the female sword immortal

Zhou Cheng has been living like this for thousands of years, Mi Yu sleeps soundly on Yunxia's big bed day and night, and Zhao Gezhen and Cheng Quan, two enemies, spitting at each other after drinking, is really not a big deal.

Many sects of sword cultivators, including the Taihui Sword Sect, are already preparing to withdraw from the Great Wall of Sword Qi in batches. Chen, Dong, and Qi, among others, have no objections to this from the Sword Qi Great Wall surnames and old swordsmen. After all, they have nothing to do with the Sword Qi Great Wall.

It was enough for the local swordsmen to fight side by side in one war, but the recent two wars were too close, which delayed the foreigners from returning to their hometowns.

Someone once said with a smile that the relationship accumulated with the sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the most worthless relationship in the world. Don’t take it seriously. Whoever takes it seriously is a fool. But the scoundrel who said such nonsense is actually the demon-slayer.

It may not be the most, but it is definitely the "biggest" one. If that big monster is not powerful enough, how can it carve the latest big character on the city head?

However, the most numerous foreign sword cultivators in Beiju Luzhou have not all returned to their hometown in Haoran Tianxia. For example, Han Huaizi, the leader of the Taihui Sword Sect, stayed at the Great Sword Qi Wall, and the other Beiju Luzhou sword cultivators are no exception.

, those who left were all young people, and those who stayed behind were all old people with high realms. Of course, there were also those who rushed here alone, such as Duckweed Jianhu Licai, Nanposuozhou Sword Immortal Yuan Qingshu. In addition to the Sword Immortal, many came from Jiujiu.

There are also many Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators from different sects in the continent left behind.

Fortunately, the Diezhang Liquor Shop has grown bigger and bigger, taking over the two shops next door and creating two more walls specifically for hanging the "Nothing" sign.

That's why the sword cultivators, mainly from Beiju Luzhou, especially the disciples of the Taihui Sword Sect, wrote their names and words at the wine shop. When these people went to drink there, they often got together and fought two battles side by side.

The local swordsmen who fought against each other in the war, so this group of people started a new trend. On the front and back of a Wushi card, there are pairs of foreign swordsmen and local swordsmen who are friends with each other in life and death, each writing Wushi cards.

On the one hand, some are polite words, some are curse words, some are just drunken crazy words, and some are directly taken from the Jianjian Immortal Seal Book and the folding fan, everything is strange.

Among them was a Wushi tablet. The young Jindan sword cultivator from Fuyao Continent, who was the direct descendant of the sect master, engraved his name on the front, and also wrote: "I have seen the Wushi tablet all over, and I boldly say that I, the world-famous sword cultivator, will

, So what if the swordsmanship is not as good as the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but the handwriting is much better!"

On the back was the name and words of a Yuan Ying Sword Cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The name was fairly well written, but the rest of the text on the Wu Shi plate was immediately exposed, and was carved crookedly.

Yes, and if the second shopkeeper doesn’t know how to sell wine, give us a dozen from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no amount is too much.”

The left and right were talking to Wei Jin about some swordsmanship experiences. After the boss swordsman appeared, Wei Jin was about to say goodbye and leave.

Chen Qingdu waved his hand, "Just stay. In my eyes, your swordsmanship is about the same."

Wei Jin smiled bitterly.

Boss Sword Immortal, if you want to let the seniors around you feel relieved again, don't drag the juniors with you.

Chen Qingdu got straight to the point and said: "Actually, I have something to ask for. It's not right to say it's a request. One is your husband's order, and the other is my expectation. It's up to you whether you listen or not. After I obey you, you can follow me again.

sword."

Wei and Jin were helpless.

This means there is no room for discussion, at least for me. It’s hard to say for the time being how the seniors will decide.

Zuo Zuo asked: "Why didn't you tell me, sir?"

Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Sir, what else did you say when you said something that the disciples would not listen to? I listened to you, and the most reasonable old scholar in the world ended up in vain?"

Zuo Zuo said: "It is indeed me, the student, who worries you."

As long as you say good things about your husband, then it will work on both sides. The only thing that works is the most effective.

Chen Qing turned to Wei Jin and said, "Wei Jin, I advise you now, but you may not be willing to do so, so you can wait for another battle before listening to me and leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall. Then there will be three places for me to You choose, Nan Posuo Continent, Fuyao Continent, Jinjia Continent, just think of it as a trip to the mountains and rivers. Aquarius Continent Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasty should not just be a heartbroken infatuated species. Besides, where is it? Being sad is not sad, there is no need to stay in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is too far away, and the girl I like cannot be seen."

Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "I'm so rude to you because your swordsmanship is lower than that of Zuo You. So when you leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the future, remember to practice your sword well. Once your sword skills are high, you can catch up with Zuo Zuo. I'll do it next time." I will only worry a lot."

Wei Jin smiled bitterly and said: "Boss Sword Immortal, is this all you can do?"

Chen Qingdu raised his chin and said, "What do you want me to do? I want to ask you for your sword."

Wei and Jin were even more helpless.

When Wei and Jin left this time, the boss Jianxian did not stay.

Only two with good swordsmanship were left.

Chen Qingdu said: "Your junior brother did not agree to light the longevity lamp, but he made a small deal with me. In the future, he will go to the battlefield and save him once, or save the person he wants to save once."

Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "You are so afraid of death, but suddenly you are not afraid of death anymore. You, a man of few words, actually said so much. What on earth do you disciples of the literary saint lineage think?"

Zuo Zuo said: "If you want to know, it's actually simple."

Naturally, you must first become a disciple of our literary sage.

Chen Qingdu said with a smile: "I advise you not to say it. Those nephews of yours are still on the Sword Qi Great Wall. The uncle they thought was invincible in the world ended up being beaten to a black and blue face. It's outrageous."

It's not that Zuo Zuo didn't mind the words of the boss swordsman, but at the moment he was more concerned about a bigger matter and asked: "What will happen if he comes?"

Chen Qingdu put one hand behind his back, stroked his head with the other, and smoothed the hair on the back of his head, "The door is open, and guests have been entertained for thousands of years. When a sword fairy fights an enemy, he will only dislike the big demon because he is not big enough. Don't you understand this?"

He nodded his head left and right and said, "That makes sense."

Chen Qingdu joked: "Hey, you finally want to draw a sword for yourself?"

Zuo Zuo said: "In the lineage of literary saints, we only talk about reason and don't brag. As a senior brother and uncle, I will let my fellow disciples know that Haoran is the best swordsman in the world. This is not an exaggeration. This evaluation is still low."

Chen Qingdu laughed and said: "Do you want it to be higher? How tall? Stand on your heels and stretch your neck to reach my shoulders?"

He said to the left and right: "Chen Qingdu, isolate the world and fight."

Chen Qingdu put his hands behind his back and left.

Close your eyes again to rest your mind, and warm up your sword intent.

In the next big battle, it is best to use all your strength with your sword.

Very far away.
To be continued...