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Tang Xunzhang bought a bag of groundnuts and went into the teahouse.

Today is not a good time to go out.The blue sky is covered by mist and rain, the sky is hidden, and it is wrapped in rolls of moisture. I dare to feel that this ghost is not enough to cry and cry, and he has to pant intermittently, which makes people sweat and feel uncomfortable. Cover prickly heat with sacks.But the old-fashioned "man will conquer the sky" is not unreasonable, even if it is windy and rainy, hot and cold, it can't stop Yuan Yuan's gossip.

The teahouse is neither small nor big. Although it is located in Gyeonggi, where every inch of land is expensive, the location is not the best.There are tens of thousands of "tiao" tea customers who are idle and have nothing to do. The shopkeeper invited a storyteller who can play bait to make a scene, so he is not afraid that no "fish" will take the bait.No, it's a full basket.

Tang Xunzhang is an old customer. He said hello beforehand and found a treasured place on the second floor. There are a table, a stool and a white monkey. It is quiet and trouble-free.His grandparents made him a face that can be used for food. The eyebrows are full of eyebrows and eyes, and he looks upright. The little girl throws a flower handkerchief when she sees it, the rough guy calls a hero when she sees it, and the storyteller gets inspired when she sees it ——In a word, Guanjun's strength of character and appearance, either have a story or are on the way to have a story.

The storyteller glanced at the "story face" on the second floor, and Tang Xunzhang kept a straight face, picking up a peanut and slowly peeling it "with a story".He coughed twice and recited the introductory poem, immediately attracting dozens of opponents.

"Majestic rivers and mountains are opened with blood blades, and Lan Guanxiu talks about the old and disabled. There is nowhere to go for a sword in ten years. Don't ask about talent. The rivers and lakes don't ask about life, heroes don't talk about their origins. Last time I talked about this "moving mountains and pulling seas." Seventeen Knives' will drop ten games with one force, pass five levels and cut six generals, sweep gold and silver with both legs and step on Hengshan Eighteen Hans - won the first place in Zhaode's three-year hero list, this time the old man will say that 'Seventeen Knives' is How did you break the Chilian Palace, which is known as the abode of wicked people!"

The so-called hero list is an advanced version of the list of martial arts killers. In addition to ranking seniority based on martial arts, another key point falls on the word "Xia". Simply put, it is based on character.As for Chilian Palace, it has a big background.

What the storyteller does is to make a living for a long time, making random fabrications and embellishing them are his "two brushes", and adding a few romantic rumors as an appetizer.Tang Xunzhang frowned, and the storyteller's front teeth hurt, knowing that he had offended the evil god, he finally went straight to the point.

"Speaking of this Chilian Palace, everyone knows its notoriety. It is said that the Chilian Patriarch is a remnant of the former Moro Sect, but it is a pity that this is an authentic crooked melon. Master Sang has a strong character, but he does his best to play tricks. Of the top ten villains 20 years ago, which one had nothing to do with Chilian Palace? 'Xiao Feng Sheng' and 'Xiao Xiao Fu Tu' are his left arms and right arms."

"Chilian Palace is full of bad deeds. If people have any conscience, they can't wait to give it a pot. But this has made a hole in the front foot, and the back foot has no work in the house. Who dares to take it? Until the third year of Zhaode, There is a Nie Shiqi!"

"After winning the top spot, he received ten beheading orders from the top ten evildoers in one go, directly killing from No.10 to the top of the list, killing the world upside down, and the sun and the moon have no light!"

"Nie Shiqi's surname is Nie, so the name Seventeen is to take him to defeat the old devil Chilian! Seventeen knives! Only seventeen knives were used—"

"Wait a minute, old man—" A crisp voice cut off the passionate "spittle flying", "How did I hear that Nie Shiqi is the No. 17 apprentice of 'Wu Zhong Crazy'?"

As soon as Tang Xunzhang stopped peeling the peanuts, he ordered some peeled peanuts, stuffed one into his mouth, and glanced at the freshly baked "Cheng Yaojin".

Cheng Yaojin is a pretty girl, she is not too old in appearance, and she is not too old in her imposing manner, she should say that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.She has willow eyebrows and almond eyes, is pretty and clear, and she is a real beauty with a little make-up, but at the first sight, she was hit by the epee that was taller than her, and her heart was unsteady, and she could only see a "bandit spirit" all over her body. ".She didn't give the storyteller any time to fool around, and asked again with great interest: "Nie...Seventeen really only spent seventeen knives? You didn't lie, did you?"

The storyteller said: "There were at least three or four hundred people who watched the battle that day. If you just ask a few people, you will know that I am not lying to you."

The girl Zhi Yi nodded: "That's a reason. It's just that the three or four hundred people... well, I don't mind you. Nian Dumb, let's go."

Only then did you realize that behind the heavy sword was a gray-haired young man.He bowed to the storyteller full of apology, and before he could stand up, the girl grabbed his shoulders and dragged him out.

After this trouble, Tang Xunzhang lost his mood.

After he left the teahouse, he entered a shop, came out with a dead chicken with a few feathers left, and went to the Chengnan Security Bureau to disperse the chicken feathers, and went back full of gossip.

His house is in a square near the West Market. The house is good enough to withstand the wind and rain, but the bad thing is that it is not surnamed Tang.Back then, someone bought this little beggar with a wooden face for 17 copper coins, saying that he bought him to live for 17 years, but now the [-] years are coming to an end, and he hasn’t found a good one yet. Where to go, I had to spend it slowly.

It's not easy to dawdle in the capital. Usually, the neighbors have a lot of contacts, and they will buy a piece or two of fried pork every now and then.Although Brother Tang has a facial paralysis, but he is good-looking, reliable, and good at cooking. Neighbors also love to talk to him, such as——

"Little Tang, your Uncle Nie is making a fuss again." Aunt Chen pouted towards the inner house, and gave him a bowl of hot tofu curd sold by her house, "When the rain just started, I complained that my leg hurts, and after a few hours, it still hurts." Didn't see you well."

Tang Xunzhang calculated that the ancestor only got up when it was raining, and it was pure daydream to expect him to close the window intentionally.He gave the aunt a handful of shallots as a token of his sympathy, scooped two spoonfuls of chili oil into the bean curd, and carried peanuts and a dangling dead chicken into the kitchen.Serving the ancestors was more important than animals. Tang Xunzhang hurriedly washed his hands and went back to the house. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, a peanut popped out of the bedroom. He dared to use grain as a thunderbolt for playing.

Tang Xunzhang held the peanut in his mouth without changing his expression, bit it with a click, and put the tofu flower on the small wooden board across the side couch.A shiny and oily hand sticks out of the brocade quilt like a water snake, and with a lazy move, he resignedly gives it to this ancestor who has been sleeping until the sun, and turns his head to rub the two old useless legs.

The person on the couch took a mouthful of tofu flower, or hummed a nasal sound that made people blush and heartbeat after being pressed until their bones were soft.Even the well-behaved ancient temple of Xiangxu was turned into a turbulent phoenix in the fireworks and willow alley by this hum.Tang Xunzhang's eyes darkened, and he grabbed his calf and squeezed it hard. Lazy Nie hummed a few more times in retaliation, and finally stopped.

"Boy, look at your face, it's black as coal. Which ancestor has provoked you again?"

You ancestor!

Tang Xunzhang silently recited the mantra of the seven Buddhas to eliminate crimes, and he didn't care about it.The conscience of the ancestors has not been chewed clean by the dog, leaving half a bowl of bean curd for the parents of food and clothing.Tang Xunzhang took away the porcelain bowl and drank it in a muffled gulp, and ran to see if the window lattice soaked by rain was still alive.He waited and waited until his ancestor spoke, and was defeated again: "I went to the teahouse today."

"Huh?" The ancestor is the ancestor, and I don't even bother to say a word.

Tang Xunzhang's throat choked up, and after a long while he uttered a few words: "Bai Laowu has nothing new to say, and he is throwing around your old accounts."

"Fuck the old account, I call it the glory days!"

"No matter how brilliant the method is, you can't get your legs back."

"Bastard, speak human terms! Isn't it just that I have to be in pain for 30 days a month, and I don't have hemiplegia."

Tang Xunzhang didn't speak, picked up the two legs he kicked out of the brocade quilt and pushed them back inside, his eyes were a little red.Just as Nie Shiqi wanted to answer him, "Didn't you pay the debt for you?" Seeing that he had become a daughter-in-law, the words softened completely without courage: "Okay, okay, old debts are old debts, old debts are old debts. How did the debt-collecting ghost of the Bai family arrange Lao Tzu's arrangement, let me hear it?"

Half of his face is covered with sleepy bugs, the other half is more understandable, brightly complacent, and he almost didn't wear a tall hat that pierced the sky.Tang Xunzhang couldn't help the tyrant to abuse and let God suffer, so he picked up those out-of-the-box romantic stories and said that a young hero who slays demons and demons with seventeen swords transformed into a heartless man who started chaotically and ended up abandoning him.

Nie Shiqi was not ashamed, raised his paws and pretended to look around in a mirror: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people thinking about my unparalleled handsome face... Oh, you are in this world, you can't do it, you can't find it. A person who can rely on his face to eat."

Monk Tang Xunzhang chanted scriptures and talked about the unreasonable rotten peach blossoms, but he said that his stomach was sour.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned his head silently, thinking that this scourge was absolutely hopeless.

Nie Shiqi: "Don't tell me, my face could have made a lot of money 12 years ago. Take a look at Shiqiwen. There are girls lining up to see it. Believe it or not."

Tang Xunzhang said sullenly: "I didn't say I didn't believe it."

Nie Shiqi smiled and said, "I like to hear people tell the truth."

There is a rouge diamond-shaped spot in the middle of his forehead, the original very evil spirit has been raised to [-]%, the evil red is fainted along the stretched eyebrows to the end of the eyes, it looks very...unbeatable.Bragging is bragging, he never put on such a face when he walked the world, not because he was afraid of being robbed by others, but because he was afraid of throwing fruit into the car.He is too attractive, so it is inconvenient to steal chickens and dogs, attack the corner at night, and life will lose a lot of fun.

Tang Xunzhang has faced this good-looking ancestor day and night since he was a child, and he has slandered him so many times that he looks like a dog. Seeing his smiling face, his heart still trembles, as if someone just used it to ambush him.He held a foot in the brocade quilt and used his strength to unblock the meridian for him, only then did he have the time to talk about the serious matter: "I met a troublesome person in a teahouse."

"Female?" Nie Shiqisha counted the numbers in a serious manner, "Well... At your age, you should know Mu Shaoai."

Tang Xunzhang filtered out the last sentence, and gave a low "um".He wiped off the sweat from the painful forehead of Nie Shiqi with a handkerchief, and pressed the acupuncture point with another foot: "The year is about [-] years old, with beautiful features, and a huge sword on his back—" Although he has a good memory and eyesight, he is a real person The saw-mouthed gourd was unclear, so he directly mentioned the joints, "She asked Lao Bai Shiqidao if he was the apprentice of Wuzhong Crazy, and the teahouse was full of dragons and snakes. When she asked, I think Tie Xin was going to make some troubles." Come out. I just don’t know if it’s for you, or for Wuzhong Crazy.”

Nie Shiqi said angrily, "Others call Wu Zhong crazy, but the disciples also yell like that. It's really unfortunate for the master."

Tang Xunzhang stopped, with a puzzled look on his face.

Nie Shiqi rolled his eyes at him impatiently, and pointed at him: "I, Seventeen. You, Eighteen. The old man wants to sing against the eighteen tortoises in Hengshan, and make an 'Eighteen Arhats' majestic, You're the one who makes up the numbers."

Tang Xunzhang pushed back his age according to the legend of Wuzhong madness, and shivered.He suspected that his teacher was practicing the sorcery of rejuvenation, and when he looked at Shi Qi's youthful face, he became even more distressed.

Nie Shiqi couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, so he couldn't help teasing him: "This thing has kept you thinking about it for so long? Eyebrows, clear eyes, beautiful eyes, tsk tsk, if you like someone, just say it straight away." , I will help you as a staff officer, what about chasing girls, your godfather, I still have... hiss!"

"The feet are pressed." Tang Xunzhang said firmly, "I bought the chicken back, stewed, braised or stewed?"

"Cough, Xiaotangtang, can you make a spicy chicken? I'm almost fading out of my mouth——"

"Then stew it in clear water." Brother Tang, who was so full of anger, didn't buy it.

Nie Shiqi hesitated for a moment, then his shoulders collapsed: "Success, the master of the world is the biggest. Your trick is so poisonous, who did you learn from?"

"It's not you." Tang Xunzhang frowned, "I'm going to cook, don't kick the quilt randomly."

Nie Shiqi really didn't understand how he provoked him this time.He watched Tang Xunzhang walk out of the courtyard door, and turned to fiddle with the copper coins beside the couch.These coins were piled up very neatly, but the bottom one was lightly pushed up by him, and it immediately collapsed like a building, and half of the bed was scattered like fish scales.He twirled them one by one, pressing the square holes with his fingernails and pushing them into a rhombus, which was as delicate as fitting the fish flesh as thin as a cicada's wing under the fishbone.After half a cup of tea, his contemplation came to an end, and he stacked up sixteen copper plates one by one - until the last No. 17, he flexed his fingers and threw it straight towards the door.

Tao Sansi avoided the hidden weapon, but the medicine bag he was carrying was not so lucky, half of the rope was cut off by the strong wind brought by the copper plate.

Nie Shiqi bent his arms and leaned on the pillow, raised his eyelids slightly, and narrowed them lazily.

"Alas, it's so dangerous." Tao Sansi scolded, "You're not being kind, old Nie. If I lack arms and legs, no one will give you medicine."

"I didn't ask you to give it to me." Nie Shiqi followed Tang Xunzhang's instructions, raised his knees and shrunk his feet, rolled up the thin quilt, stretched out his arms, and said, "Give me the money."

"Nie Fang, Nie Fang, if you die someday, you must be lazy."

Nie Shiqi said: "I can't be lazy. Someone brings up old things to fish in troubled waters. I'll wait for him to come to me."

Tao Sansi gave him the money: "If I'm only looking for you, I don't have to worry about it."

Nie Shiqi turned cold: "What?"

"Your little Tang didn't tell you? That's weird. He took over an errand for the Chengnan Security Bureau today, and he has a lot of names in it." Tao Sansi rubbed his chin and said in a low voice, "Isn't his biological father's surname Qin? Is it? The dart on this trip is the most precious treasure lost by the Qin Clan in Luanyang in the past—the Miedi Saber Manual."

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