There are also cultivators in Guanzhong on the west side of the Great Yuan Dynasty, but there is only one who often hangs around. Whenever he talks to the soldiers guarding the city or the people in the city, he always shows off his little cultivation. It is clear that he has never I don't see this person taking action, but the knowledge about the world from this person is quite exciting. Originally, there was a gentleman who made a living by telling stories in the city, but since this man kept talking about the world, he was squeezed out. I had to pack my bags and go to live somewhere else. There were only twenty or thirty border people listening to books in the whole teahouse. They handed two copper coins and asked for a pot of broken tea. It was enough to hear after noon, but most of them were robbed by the cultivator. Go, no wonder the storytellers are in trouble. It's not that they are not good at learning, but that most of the words they say are just old stories that are tired of hearing. Of course, they are not as fresh as what this person said.
This person has a very good-looking face, but his speech and behavior are often very informal. When he is in a good mood, he will take a bath, put on a light green robe, put on a pair of half-worn thin boots, and go to the teahouse to stay for a whole day. But if he is in a bad mood, Nowadays, I often wait until dusk before I step into a teahouse. My hair is unkempt, my hair is messy, and I smell like alcohol, and I can be heard from half a street away. However, I speak less, let alone talk about political affairs. Sitting on the ground near the door, holding a tea bowl and staring blankly at the dusk outside, even if others came up to say hello, he would ignore them, not to mention whether he offended others.
Ever since the storyteller was run away by this man, the teahouse owner had a very good eye and relied on this practitioner nicknamed Wang Cheer. Ever since Wang Cheer cleared his throat and talked about the Jianghu incident in the teahouse, On the contrary, the business is better than before. The waiter counted the number of days and saw twice as many visitors as before. Especially when there is heavy snowfall, Dayuan The people in the border areas were often not herders born in the Yuan Dynasty. They often stayed in the city during the winter, and were already bored and uninterested. Wang Cheer's sudden appearance here to talk about world affairs naturally attracted countless business. The teahouse owner was very well-informed and knew that Wang Chier, who had stayed in the city for several years, did not have a well-off family. Naturally, he was selfish and wanted to do a business with the latter. Every time he talked about interesting things for an hour, the guest came to drink tea. The money from listening to books can be divided into 30% with Wang Chier, which should be used to subsidize the family and buy new clothes when the new year comes. This kind of good business that benefits oneself and others is not necessarily a bad thing in anyone's eyes.
But Wang Chi'er didn't agree, but he still came to read books from time to time. Whenever he was interested, he would always talk from before noon until the lights came on, and the scattered lanterns and candles on the streets were lit one after another, and then he staggered away with a full stomach. Tea soup fills the stomach.
Therefore, the people and merchants living in Guanzhong on the west side of the road, together with the caravans, never thought that Wang Chier was really a cultivator. After all, the things on this mountain seemed too vague to ordinary people, not to mention that there were few people in the world. With such skills, how could a practitioner like Wang Chi'er be as miserable as Wang Chi'er? It seems that all the family's possessions are just that light green robe and a pair of thin-soled boots, which are so densely covered with stitches that it is almost impossible to recognize their original appearance. But when it comes to speaking skills, not to mention that the people in the city can't find a rival for Wang Chi'er. They can't even compare to the storytellers who make a living by their storytelling skills. They are always eloquent when it comes to Jianghu affairs, and they are much better than the storytellers. , the reputation of this cultivator may not be spread to anyone, but the reputation of the storyteller is spreading far and wide.
On New Year's Eve, Wang Chi'er was not in the city, and he had no relatives or close friends by his side. It was also the time when every household was observing the New Year's Eve, so the teahouses closed early, and the streets and alleys were busier than before. Although the sound of fireworks and firecrackers was not very loud, it was undulating. Not only that, compared to Zitong City, which is not far away, Butai City, which is south of the west road pass, is richer than Zitong City, so it is not deserted.
In fact, Wang Chi'er never liked joining in the fun. He wandered around as usual on New Year's Day. He also drank two or three glasses of wine at noon, wandering around looking at the sky and the earth. He stole the old man Liu from Dongshikou. The idle dwarf donkey wandered out of the city leisurely. Seeing that Wang Chier was very familiar to him, the city defender repeatedly told him not to return to the city too late during the New Year's Eve curfew, and threw a few flying knives as thin as cicada wings. , laughing and scolding, saying to keep it for self-defense, Wang Chier took it with drunken eyes and put it in his arms. He rode his donkey backwards and turned around to face the city defenders and held his hands in front of him. He thanked the uncle in a joking way.
Before leaving the city for ten miles, I met a man wearing tiger-head boots and a jade belt next to an abandoned wine flag. One person and one horse happened to be guarding the path that Wang Cheer must pass. Although they were similar in age, the man was older than the latter. The appearance is really too much to look at.
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"The road faces the sky on each side. What's blocking the road?" Wang Chi'er couldn't help but look better than him. He waved his hands to chase people away and headed towards the other half of the stone road, but was stopped by the man pulling the reins. He wanted to leave, but was stopped again. So already a little angry, Wang Cheer frowned and put his hand into his arms, but at that moment the man in front of him stepped back to make way, looking at his face with a half-smile, and immediately a chill surged through his body. Looking at the handsome man with good features, he trembled twice, tsked several times and quickly urged him to sit down and move quickly. But the man was not annoyed. He got on his horse and followed behind, taking his time and keeping a few steps away.
"There are really not many people who dare to catch Wang Xunchi's flying knife, so I can't be considered embarrassed. I just don't know why Brother Wang didn't want to recognize me after seeing me. I was so cold-eyed when I missed my relatives at the end of the year. It doesn’t feel good to my heart.”
Wang Chier's brows relaxed, he put the flying knife that was not carried by a casual person back into his arms, looked at the heroic man behind him with his drunken eyes, and muttered.
He said that after not seeing her for many years, she looked like a girl.
In those days, there were always two idle and lazy boys in Zhusang Road. One was quite good at fighting, and his muscles were swollen and muscular after years of practice. The other one often had to hide in the back, and was best at using dirty tricks or flying rocks. Or the bamboo chopsticks. He is so skillful that he can shake his hand and fly bamboo from half a street away, and firmly embed it in the store sign. Although he is thin, his wrist strength is extremely high, whether he is arguing with others or fighting. We were not very well-off, so we had to ask for some drink money from the wealthy storekeeper who had always had trouble with him. They always went out together, and the one who got beaten was usually the former, and the one who hurt the enemy was usually the latter. There was a conflict, but the two of them went out together. It's handy, unless it's a big business like that. The number of thugs and diners is too many, and the shops that can't afford to offend often have to be knocked off by these two people. Money, drunk as shit. However, many years later, He Zhizhou, who was least likely to become a personal attendant, was able to help settle major and minor matters for Taoist Master Zhu Sang. Wang Xunchi, who was an expert at throwing flying chopsticks back then, became a semi-storyteller at Dayuan Border Gate. He has never used a throwing knife or thrown bamboo chopsticks.
The two of them didn't talk much about old times, but talked about trivial matters.
Wang Xunchi asked Zhu Sangdao whether there were any wealthy merchants who bullied the people in recent years, and whether He Zhizhou could still practice boxing. Since then, he has had a reckless temperament, which is not necessarily a good thing for practitioners. Although he is in Dayuan Border Gate Wandering around, I rarely see capable practitioners, but I have seen a lot of martial arts in the martial arts world. I always suffer from recklessness. The so-called spiritual world is just a smaller martial arts world, so I need to be more cautious. He Zhizhou asked Da Yuan, who had been experiencing war and chaos in recent years, and thought life was not going to be easy. He would rather live in such a small town where water and fire are so common, and become famous with flying knives. , In recent years, many great talents have emerged in the world of kendo and swordsmanship, but there are none who are good at using hidden weapons. I miss Wang Xunchi's flying chopsticks very much. Since he accidentally entered the practice, he should be better than before. There are a lot of things, and one day I will be able to gain a lot of experience, that will be the joy of life.
The donkey's lips don't match the horse's mouth. Wang Xunchi rides an old donkey with a very bad coat, and He Zhizhou rides a good horse with tight skin. Everything is different, and the words don't match up. It's like talking to himself, talking to himself. Speaking of words, it happened to be at this time that Wang Xunchi's face became less and less drunk, and in the end he was actually full of smiles.
I can’t remember how many New Year’s Eve I’ve had in a foreign land, but this year’s New Year’s Eve is really a joyful one, and it can be considered as a great joy in life. Old friends in a foreign land can’t be proud of each other.
Far away, a hundred miles away on the west side of Dayuan, Yunzhong, alone in the wind, sand and snow, had struck out six swords in total.
When the sword was put back into his palm, he suddenly realized that all these years of practicing swordsmanship were just a few sword moves. Even now, this good sword that Suicune spent all his efforts to refine has not yet been used. Although it may not be a big deal to have time to pick a sword name that sounds good to me. Since ancient times, there have been countless swordsmen and countless swords. After all, there are only a few left with the name, but I still feel a little embarrassed.
The six swords were handed over, but they still couldn't walk into the Three Realms Qingluo Tent.
The Dantian is empty, except for the Yuqiu Lake. It seems that since the Dantian was injured, there has been no movement in the sword that was so joyful, and there is no good thing to expand the territory in the meridians. , At first Yun Zhong felt that it was a good thing, as he could avoid the pain of the sword energy eviscerating the bones and intestines, but he soon became worried. The meridians are wider and the sword energy is so majestic. If things go on like this, he will not be able to deliver the best in the world. Sword, but everything is overwhelming and overwhelming, often leaving little space for people to think too much.
After all, I have never been a multi-purpose genius. It is difficult to take everything into account in this world. I never keep what I want to keep, and I may not hold on to what I want to hold. It is like sand in front of the wind, like the shadow of a mountain in the setting sun. I know it is difficult. If you are sleepy and worried for a long time, and always stop after reciting words, you may not do well in doing things.
Therefore, when the six swords were handed out by Yunzhong, they were not necessarily round and smooth, nor had they looked like antelopes hanging their horns, nor did they have the power of the past. Instead, they looked as if they were holding that broken ax and struggling to chop firewood. They were ordinary, with no unusual movement in the mountains and rivers. There was no wind and clouds surging, and he just sent out six second-level sword energy that was not very powerful, and then swayed, as if there was a wall of solid energy standing in front of him, but he was about to take a step forward, and the last step was to step on the sand and snow mist.
With a trembling step, the scenery of the three realms came into view, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful.
Thanks to Pisces Jade Realm for seeing the world.
Six swords and one step, with empty thoughts, Yun Zhong walked for a long time. When he saw it today, he realized that he was not as ecstatic as expected, nor did he feel satisfied for a while, but only the majestic sword intention came from It comes out from the chest, enters through the hilt of the sword, and finally turns into the sword energy that is just one step away from perfection.
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