Fengguixu

Shen Xu's face turned cold, and he thought to himself that you insulted my former headmaster of Jiange in front of me, where would you put me?After thinking about it again, the person surnamed Yu didn't know that I was a disciple of Jiange, I concealed it first, so he should be forgiven if he didn't know.

"Qinghe Sword Master?" The little Zhang Silang in that room thought for a while, and immediately yelled, "Ah, what grandpa is talking about is the Master Yan Qingheyan of Jiange who has passed away for many years!"

"It's him." Kong Laoliu's face softened, showing nostalgia, "I think back then, the sword master of Qinghe was unique in the martial arts world with his great and simple swordsmanship. No one can compete with him. He is invincible. Gao Qiang, romantic and uninhibited by nature, doesn't care about trifles, he is best at fighting for justice and fighting injustice, he is a first-class hero in the world, a great hero."

Xiao Zhang Silang wondered: "How can such a great hero, such a great hero, be entangled with that demon girl? Grandpa, you must have made a mistake, right?"

"Well, as the saying goes, a hero is saddened by a beautiful woman, let alone a beauty like Sikong Zhufeng, who is both talented and wise?" Kong Lao Liu sighed, "Old man, let me count, the old Sikong Zhufeng has returned The Devil's Cult, the Sword Saint and the Hero died one after another, all in the same year."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Little Zhang Silang said, "In the whole world, there are not many people who died in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

"I also hope it's a coincidence." Kong Laoliu said, "But to be honest, I was lucky enough to meet the sword master not long before his death."

"Ah! Grandpa, you still have such an adventure! How could I not know?" Little Zhang Silang seemed shocked.

"Hehe, I, Kong Lao-liu, have been troubled all my life, and I have encountered more than one strange thing? How can I let you know all of them?" Kong Lao-liu's face flashed with pride, and he recalled, "When it comes to how I know Sword Saint Hero, all thanks to him saving my life back then."

Xiao Zhang Silang asked: "Tell me quickly, how did he save you?"

"That year when I was storytelling in southern Fujian, I passed through Jianning Mansion and met a mother and daughter who were miserable. The mother was covered in injuries, and the baby girl she was holding in her arms was only able to walk, but she was also covered in injuries. It was very pitiful for her to vent her anger. I was filled with compassion and asked the reason. She cried to me, saying that she had just lost her husband not long ago. , she would rather die than obey, the bully beat her mother and daughter black and blue, almost went to see the King of Hades, and even usurped her family property, driving her mother and daughter out. At that time, I, Kong Lao Liu, was also a young and energetic He was filled with righteous indignation after hearing this, so he led the mother and daughter to report to the police. Hey, guess what happened?"

"What's the matter?" This time it wasn't Xiao Zhang Silang who asked, but the voice came from a private room.

It turned out that Kong Lao Liu's storytelling was fascinating, and the guests couldn't wait to listen while scolding the bully for being inferior to the beast.

Kong Lao Liu continued: "It turns out that bully is the county magistrate's cousin!"

"Alas!"

Everyone shouted and cursed.

"Now, I, Kong Laoliu, am in trouble. I failed to avenge the mother and daughter, and I was tortured by the dog county magistrate, and I was thrown into prison. A few days later, I randomly pinned a crime and wanted to kill me. Head on the neck! I was wronged so much, I refused to accept it, and I yelled and cursed in the prison all day long, so that the guards stuffed their ears with cotton. Within two days, a new prisoner arrived in the next cell Unlucky guy, this man is stiff and haggard, he often mutters in the cell, wandering back and forth, I thought he was an idiot at first, so I ignored him and kept yelling. Until night, the man asked through the railing Me: "Hey, what are you scolding?" I was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent. When he asked, I told him all the ins and outs. After hearing that, the man yelled at the dog officer with me. and bullies, and then he picks up a dead twig from nowhere and says, 'Wait a minute, I'll get you right.' Hey, what do you say then?"

"Could it be that this down-and-out cellmate is actually a sword master?" Xiao Zhang Silang asked the big guy's heart.

"You don't believe it?" Kong Lao Liu squinted at him and snorted, "I didn't believe it at first either! But then I had to believe what he did. First he beat all the jailers to death with a dead tree branch, and then Run into the yamen, pull out the dog official and count his crimes, let the dog official sign his crimes, and then post the crimes on the city wall for three days. Then disperse the dog officials and the bully's family wealth, strip off The bully hung his naked clothes at the gate of the city, made everyone scold him, and could not lift his head up for the rest of his life. Finally, he donated all the money on his body to the poor mother and daughter to help them escape to other places."

"it is good!"

Everyone loves to hear such stories about punishing rape and eliminating evil, and they immediately praised and applauded continuously.

"What happened later?" Little Zhang Silang asked.

Kong Lao Liu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "Later, when I came out of the prison, I was grateful for the kindness of my benefactor for saving my life. On the first day, I found that Engong seldom ate, seldom lay down and slept, and was always depressed and depressed."

"It seems that although Yan Daxia is always helping others to solve problems, he really has a big problem in his heart!" Little Zhang Silang asked, "Why don't you ask him when you follow him?"

"Benefactor doesn't tell me, how can I ask?" Kong Lao Liu rolled his eyes at him and sighed, "It's just that I often see my benefactor staring at a precious gold tube in a daze for a long time. The carved dragon and phoenix are as thick as a thumb, and they are extremely exquisite. Later, when I traveled around the rivers and lakes and saw and heard a lot, I vaguely guessed what it was."

Little Zhang Shiro: "What is it?"

Kong Lao Liu: "It's the banner flower used by the Demon Cult to send out assembly or distress signals, Feng Zhe!"

"Oh, could it be that this is the token of love given by the demon girl to the sword master?" Little Zhang Shiro opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

Hearing this, Shen Xu suddenly felt that the phoenix that was placed next to his bosom suddenly exuded scorching heat, so it turned out that this thing has such a history.

He raised his eyes to look at Yu Jinhuan, and Yu Jinhuan was also looking at him with dark eyes.

Shen Xu turned his eyes away, suddenly felt restless, Yu Jinhuan had seen the phoenix in his hand before, so he didn't know how he felt at this time.

It is difficult to tell the truth from Kong Lao Liu's personal experience, Yan Qinghe has long since passed away, and now if he is really going to put his head on Feng Yin's father, he will not be able to refute it under Jiuquan, and many people just listen to it as a story Listen, even if the speculation is reasonable, it is not entirely true. In addition, storytellers are "no faults", and the current public opinion is loose. Even if a storyteller makes fun of the emperor's old man, he will not be held accountable for his fault, let alone a mere Yan Qinghe?

But there was that one who loved to go online, rushed out of the private room, pulled down the stage, and only heard a loud voice shouting angrily.

"The old guy is talking nonsense! How can I, the head teacher of the Jiange, have an affair with the demon girl? You spread rumors and maliciously damage the reputation of the old man behind him. What is your intention?"

Upon hearing this voice, Shen Xu was shocked.

In the hall, seven or eight disciples in green shirts rose to the ground one by one, and they surrounded Kong Laoliu and Xiao Zhang Silang. The young man in the lead had long eyebrows and glaring eyes, clean clothes and short hair matching his ears. Big disciple Chang Xun.

Looking at his posture, he was very angry.

Kong Lao Liu seemed to be an unusual person, put down the teacup in his hand, cupped his hands and said, "It turns out that he is a young hero from Jiange, Kong Lao Liu is disrespectful."

He said disrespect in his mouth, but he still sat in the chair as motionless as a mountain, without the slightest intention to get up, and said in a loud voice: "You all heard clearly just now, Kong Lao Liu said that the sword sage and the hero are anxious Difficult, chivalrous and righteous, this is a good word to praise, not to mention the intention, but to remember the legacy of the past, and yearn for it."

"If you only praised you, we wouldn't come to trouble you, but why did you involve something else?" Chang Xun said with a serious face, "You said that my sect leader Yan belonged to the demon Feng Yin? Father, isn’t the Jiange an in-law of the Demon Sect? Righteousness and evil have always been inseparable since ancient times. Now that Jiange joins the Righteous Qi League, it is natural for us to join forces with all our allies. To sow dissension and destroy the loyalty of our alliance? With such despicable and sinister intentions, Headmaster Yan shouldn't have saved you in the first place!"

When he said this without mercy, Kong Lao Liu suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him, as if a flower had suddenly bloomed on his nose.

Chang Xun looked a little weak at him: "What do you mean by looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

Kong Lao Liu sneered and said: "If I am not as good as Feng, all my subordinates will be such pustular disciples. The Jiange generation is not as good as the previous generation, and they will die early and be released soon."

Humiliated to the teacher's door, Chang Xun was so angry that he drew his sword out of its sheath: "The old guy speaks rudely, I will teach you how to taste pustule!"

The move was a move of "Feng Guo Wuhen", sweeping towards Kong Lao Liu's chest.

Kong Laoliu grasped the armrest of the chair with both hands, and backed quickly with the chair and the person. Chang Xun hurriedly chased after him, aiming at the foot of the chair, bending over and swiping. Pass.

At this time, the windows on the two corridors were opened, and many heads were sticking out to watch the battle. After all, it was not exciting to see it with their own eyes.

Chang Xun raised his head to look, but seeing many excited faces, he didn't dare to take it lightly, otherwise, if he lost to a bad old storyteller, wouldn't he lose Jiange's face?

Seeing that Kong Laoliu kept his buttocks on the chair, he knew that the other party wanted to humiliate him, so he went all the more hard to chop off the chair legs, insisting that Kong Laoliu's feet touch the ground.

Kong Laoliu controlled the chair and leaped to dodge, flipping up and down, jumping up and down, which is really exciting.The crowd only heard the chaotic rattling of the chairs, the swishing of the long swords and the violent chopping of the wind, the two of them were getting faster and faster, faster and faster, everyone held their breaths, watching to see who would make a mistake first and be the loser.

Shen Xu didn't expect this storyteller to have some real skills, and he also saw that he was patient with Chang Xun in every possible way during the fight, and he had a broad mind, so he couldn't help but look at him differently.

"This storyteller has a lot of background." Yu Jinhuan said slowly, "He is Kong Jinglun, who is the sixth among the 'Seven Heroes of Lu Qi'. It is said that he knows everything about heaven and earth, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign , knows everything."

Shen Xu wondered: "Is he really omniscient, omniscient?"

Yu Jinhuan didn't take it seriously, and slowly shook his jade fan: "People in the world are just exaggerating. I think he knows everything, and he knows everything.

Shen Xu asked again: "Then what are the other six among the Seven Heroes?"

"'Luqi people', that is, wandering entertainers. Whenever they go to a place, they set up a performance in an open space in the market. They come and go freely, and their whereabouts are uncertain. In addition to the storyteller, there are six other people who are Xuansi. Miao Jinxian, a puppet artist, Sun Poxi, a small singing star, Wan Qin, an insect and ant entertainer, Li Wuchang, who pretends to be a god and ghost, Guan Zhennu, who performs knives and acrobatics, and lastly, there is a fortune teller who sets up a fortune telling fortune teller. List them one by one, and add a blunt comment at the end, "Some fancy craftsmen don't make a good living in their profession, so they insist on going to the muddy waters of the rivers and lakes."

Shen Xu was used to his frequent attacks of meanness, so he automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, the masters are among the people."

After a few words, there was a sudden clatter in the hall. Looking up, it turned out that Kong Lao Liu's chair could not withstand the toss, and it fell apart completely in mid-air. Chang Xun picked up his long sword and the board shattered The crumbs flew out and splashed all over the ground.

Kong Laoliu's feet finally landed on the ground, and he sighed with his hands behind his back: "It's such a chair, you ruined it. When the shopkeeper asks about it, you will compensate him for the loss."

"If I pay, I will pay." Chang Xun pointed at his sword and halberd, "As long as you say three times that I was wrong, I promise that you will not slander Yan Zhangjiao in the future. The old man will say that the disciples of Jiange are great heroes, not pussies. , I will spare you!"

"Hey, that can't be done." Kong Laoliu said, "I, Kong Laoliu, am old and want to look old, so I don't want to do such a shameful thing."

"Then keep fighting!" Chang Xun jumped forward with his sword straightened.

Kong Lao Liu took out his folding fan: "Then don't blame the old man for bullying the young!"

The two of them slapped each other with swords, and fought fiercely again.

The thirteen moves of Jiange Yaojiao that Chang Xun has practiced hard for many years are not practiced in vain. He can see the demeanor of famous schools in his gestures.The folding fan in Kong Lao Liu's hands is not a thing in the pond, he specializes in recognizing acupoints and punching acupoints.

As the fight reached the exciting point, Shen Xiong laughed from the private room in the southeast corner: "Hahaha, everyone who comes is a guest, and everyone is one of their own, why bother to hurt the friendship of the same people by fighting back and forth?"