After hearing about the "Moon Flower Fairy", the girl clapped and laughed and said, "It's amazing, this 'Moon Flower Fairy' really made a living for us women!"
The old man smiled, picked up the tea bowl from the table, and took a few sips of tea.
The girl pursed her lips and said, "Grandpa, although the stories you told today are interesting, they are all from the past. Is there anything fresher?"
The old man put down his tea bowl and said with a smile: "A new story? Of course there is, and it is a major event that will surely cause uproar in the entire world——"
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, picked up the dry tobacco rod from the table, put the golden brass smoking pot into his purse and dug out a pot full of cut tobacco. After compacting it with his fingers, he took out the flint and sickle. Light the fire to attract the paper and coal, then light the tobacco, take a nice puff, and then blow out two straight and slender columns of smoke from the nostrils.
The girl urged anxiously: "Grandpa, what is the big deal? Why didn't you tell me?"
The old man said feebly: "I am willing to continue talking, but when I think that the money for today's drinks has not been paid, I have no energy at all!"
As soon as this statement came out, the guests in the building immediately understood and laughed together.
At the same time, two restaurant waiters walked between the tables holding trays. The guests also took out their purses and jingled broken silver and copper coins on the trays.
When it was Hu Yuan's turn, Li Xunhuan said with a smile: "I have agreed that all the expenses for today's table will be mine, so the Taoist Priest and the two brothers will not fight over it."
After saying that, he took out a large silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it gently in the middle of the tray.
After the two waiters collected the money and returned to the accounting room at the back, the old man put the dry tobacco pole back on the table and continued what he had just said: "It has been nine years since the last time we made a 'weapons catalog', and there are already masters on the list. There are quite a few changes. Especially the top three "Death Sword", "Overlord Spear" and "Frost Moon Sword" have not appeared in the arena for several years. Some people say that they are dead, while others say that they are worthless. He has ruined his fame and fortune and retired from the world. No matter what the situation is, it seems that he can be removed from the 'Weapons List'. In view of this, Bai Xiaosheng has already planned to go out and rearrange the weapons list next year!"
boom!
Ordinary guests were fine with it, but for some of them in the martial arts world, the news was like a shocking thunder that exploded in their ears and hearts, and many people's expressions changed.
People say that Bai Xiaosheng's purpose in arranging the "weapons spectrum" was to calm the disputes in the Jianghu, but the result was the opposite.
Since the advent of the "Weapons Spectrum", countless people who were not included in it have wanted to squeeze in, and there are also many people who were ranked at the bottom who want to squeeze into the front.
And the most direct and effective method they can think of is to take away other people's reputations and even lives to use them to pave their way to the sky.
In the past nine years, except for the top ten masters who are at the forefront of the "Weapons Spectrum" with their absolute strength, about 30% of the nearly one hundred masters after the ten are dead, defeated by various bright and dark means. , no less than 30% has long been unworthy of its name.
In fact, there are people in the world who have been calling for a rearrangement of the "weapons spectrum" for a long time, but Bai Xiaosheng cannot produce one, and even if others make a list, it is difficult for the world to trust them.
At this moment, I heard from the old storyteller that Bai Xiaosheng had returned to the world and was writing a "weapons catalog". These people can all see what kind of uproar will be caused in the world, and how many heroes will be buried by this wave. !
The girl seemed completely unaware of the power of it, and suddenly asked with a pair of bright, bright eyes: "If you want to rearrange the 'weapons spectrum', grandpa, who do you think will be at the top of the list this time?"
"It's hard to say! It's hard to say!" The old man shook his head repeatedly. "In these years, everyone has been holding their breath to compete for the top spot. Shangguan Jinhong and Guo Songyang, who were already at the top of the list, are determined to win. Two young masters who have been born in recent years' "Yinji Wenhou' Lu Fengxian and 'Magic Sword Prodigal Son' Bai Tianyu are also looking forward to a blockbuster. I'm afraid Bai Xiaosheng is also undecided about who should be ranked first."
The girl said with some dissatisfaction: "Grandpa, why did you miss the 'Tianji Stick' of 'Old Man Tianji'? His original ranking was still above Shangguan Jinhong's 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring'!"
The old man laughed and said: "You also call him 'Old Man Tianji'. As the saying goes, 'The old man does not rely on his muscles and bones for strength.' It is also said that 'Fistes are afraid of the young.' I am afraid that 'Old Man Tianji' will no longer have the strength to compete with the heroes of the world." The day is long and short!”
The girl put her hands on her hips and said, "I don't believe it. Grandpa, you only said 'fists are afraid of young people', but how could you not know that there is also a saying 'sticks are afraid of old men'? It just so happened that 'Old Man Tianji' used a stick, so this time it must have been a stick. He beat the crowd and climbed to the top of the 'Weapons Spectrum'!"
The old man's slightly closed eyes suddenly widened: "Hong'er, do you really think so?"
The girl nodded vigorously: "I think it must be like this!"
"What a good boy!" The old man laughed loudly, and then stood up and bowed to everyone present, "Dear guests, this is the end of this story of the old man. As for the ranking of next year's 'Weapons Spectrum', we will It can only be decomposed next time!”
Everyone laughed together and applauded the old man for his good words.
Hu Long drank another bowl of wine and sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, 'the reins of fame and sharp locks can trip up and kill heroes'. Even this old man who plays games and seems to have nothing to worry about can still find it difficult to breathe. A heart that strives for fame."
He had been drinking while listening to the book, pouring one bowl after another into his mouth. At this moment, it happened to be that the altar was clean and the bowls were dry.
Fortunately, he has a huge drinking capacity. Even if he drinks five kilograms of hard liquor, he can only cleanse his stomach. It is far from being drunk.
Li Xunhuan, who was opposite him, was also a good drinker. Seeing that Hu Yuan was of the same mind as him, and his ability to drink seemed to be far better than his own, he couldn't help but feel close to him. He cupped his hands and smiled and said, "I was just listening to the book, but I was neglecting Taoist Hu Yuan." . If you don’t want to give up, please move upstairs so we can all have a drink again?”
Hu Long said with a smile: "I dare not invite you, just because I wish. I see that Mr. Sun, the storyteller, is also a strange man. We can invite him to have a drink with us."
Li Xunhuan was the most generous and hospitable person in his life, quite like Meng Chang, but Hu Yuan's proposal was exactly what he wanted.
He first asked Wang Shouren and Tang Yin, who were traveling with him, and saw that they had no objections. He immediately called the waiter, and one of them booked a private room on the second floor, and the other sent a message to Old Man Sun to express his intention to invite him.
Several people went upstairs together, and when they arrived outside the reserved private room, they saw old man Sun and his grandson waiting at the door.
The old man cupped his hands from a distance and said: "How can I be so virtuous and capable as an old man? How can I deserve such kindness from my three husbands and this Taoist priest?"
A meaningful smile appeared on Hu Yuan's face, and he suppressed his voice so loud that only the few people with martial arts skills around him could hear: "Why should I be so modest? If I can invite the owner of the 'Tianji Stick' to the banquet, I should It’s an honor I’ve been waiting for.”
