Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Snapped!"

Xingmu patted, and the storyteller continued on with the story about Madman Su.

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ps: Ask for tickets, broken bowl!

I finally got to the point, the first volume is coming to an end soon, happy!

Chapter 91: Accidents

"Snapped!"

Xingmu clapped his hands, and the storyteller continued: "Madman Su went to the North Desert with the intention of mortal death, but who knew that the master of the World War I should die, so he planned to return to Jian'an afterward."

The storyteller's complexion suddenly became serious, his voice changed, and he said, "Who knows, it's on the way to the south of the Yangtze River..."

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A long sword came through the air and went straight to the storyteller on the stage.

The storyteller looked around, without changing his face, and greeted him with a folding fan in his hand.

"boom!"

Jian Gang shattered the folding fan, and the storyteller grasped the long sword with five claws.

The body shook, and the long sword was knocked down on the stage.

"Ding..." The long sword landed on the stage and made a crisp sound.

The sudden change made the audience silent for a few seconds.

No one spoke, everyone was panting heavily.

"This……"

"Killed!!"

Seeing this, everyone turned pale with fright, and for a moment they were not overwhelmed with fright. The fence was not big at all, and there were so many people, it was a mess.

Zhang Ming was in it, and all the people in the fence rushed outside, making a mess.

He didn't know how many times he was hit, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhang Ming looked in the direction where the long sword was coming from.

I saw a thin-faced man standing there, with sharp eyebrows, staring at the storyteller on the stage.

"Bang bang bang..."

The tables and chairs under the stage were knocked over to the ground, and the panicked people dispersed outside, not daring to stay here.

"Meow." Seeing that these people were so flustered, Xiao Qi was a little puzzled.

Zhang Ming hugged Xiao Qi tightly and said, "It's okay, don't panic."

Naturally, he wouldn't stay here, he retreated outside the fence, didn't go too far, and could still see the situation inside the fence.

The storyteller's claw skills are very good, no matter what he must have cultivated in the mysterious realm, Zhang Ming's current cultivation is no more than in the mortal realm, and he can only court death if he stays there.

After about half a quarter of an hour, all the people in the Golan dispersed.

Only the storyteller on the stage and the thin man off the stage were left in the hook.

Zhang Ming stood in the distance with Xiao Qi in his arms, looking into the fence.

……

The storyteller sighed, patted the dust on his clothes, leaned over and picked up the long sword on the ground, looked carefully, with some surprise in his eyes.

This sword...he recognized it!

The storyteller frowned and looked at the owner of the long sword.

The thin man saw the storyteller's claw skills and recognized the storyteller.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

Both are surprised!

There was silence in the hook bar.

There were a few people around Zhang Ming who were not afraid of death watching with him, and he couldn't help but admire the courage of these people.

After a long silence, the storyteller looked at the man, sighed, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand fell away.

The thin man reached out to catch the long sword, glanced at the storyteller, performed lightness kung fu, turned and left.

"Why is it you?"

The storyteller seemed to have lost his soul, his figure became hunched, and he became much older in an instant.

……

"Is this the end?" The few people who watched the fun were a little confused for a while.

Zhang Ming turned his head and took a look at this person, it really wasn't a big deal to watch the excitement.

The crowd watching the excitement waved their hands and said with some displeasure: "It's gone..."

The crowd dispersed in a rush, and they didn't dare to go back to the fence, and left the street.

Only Zhang Ming holding the white cat was left at the scene. Looking at the 'decadent' storyteller on the stage, he still had many doubts in his heart.

When everyone on the street dispersed, no one dared to stay, and the gates to the side yard were closed, the street became deserted.

The wind blows, and the fallen leaves rise.

The storyteller on the stage looked at the Xingmu on the table, when did that piece of Xingmu become so heavy.

The storyteller took a deep breath and grabbed the piece of Xingmu, as if exhausting all his strength.

Xingmu landed on the wooden table.

"boom!"

Luo Sheng was no longer as refreshed as before.

The storyteller raised his head, his eyes were loose, and he sighed: "That madman Su was arrogant all his life..."

"In the end, it's just that the gun is lowered..."

Zhang Ming didn't know what the story was, since the storyteller took over the long sword, everything seemed to be different.

Madman Su's story was not finished yet, so he was told the ending directly.

He is not a qualified storyteller,

But he is a qualified quack.

"No matter how crazy a person is, there are times when he bows his head." Zhang Ming murmured, suddenly feeling meaningless.

All the grievances and grievances in the arena have nothing to do with him, Zhang Ming is just a spectator.

Xiao Qi raised his head, looked at Zhang Ming, and then at the hunchbacked old man on the stage in the distance, wondering what the two of them were thinking.

Man is such a strange animal, wouldn't it be nice to sleep as a whole like it.

I don't understand.

"Let's go." Zhang Ming turned around and left. The place was full of dust and there was nothing to see.

I don't know how many of the grievances and resentments in this arena are all because of the four characters of "yin and yang".

A storyteller tells the dusty past many years ago, and the hatred that has been silent for many years will finally be picked up.

But who knows... everything is not as it once thought.

……

Night falls.

Jian'an City became lively, the city was brightly lit, and there were lanterns on the river, and a few sky lanterns floated from time to time.

The man wearing the white fox mask sits cross-legged on a tall building, no one is around, his long sword is put aside, his hair flutters in the wind, he is lonely and speechless.

Bai Hu'er masked his waist, but found nothing, and then remembered that he sent the waist card in yesterday.

It was all so unexpected.

He reached out and put his hand on the white fox mask, and slowly took it off.

He is the Qinglong envoy of Jian'an Quartet, guarding the east of the city.

He has been doing this job for more than ten years, and he doesn't plan to do it anymore.

The mask was slowly uncovered, the face was thin and vicissitudes, eyebrows like swords, the most obvious was a scar on the side of the face, the scar was narrow on the outside and wide on the inside, not like a sword wound.

"I have guarded Jian'an for 16 years, is it still not enough?"

Qinglong looked at the mask in his hand, even though he changed his appearance, he still wore the white fox mask all the year round for 16 years.

"Huh?" Holding the mask, Qinglong suddenly felt a gaze staring at him not far away, and turned his head to look.

"Uh..." Zhang Ming by the windowsill saw the man turn his head, as if he saw him.

Zhang Ming was startled, a little embarrassed, so he waved at the man.

How did I see it...

It's so embarrassing, acting like he's a voyeur.

Qinglong stretched his brows and recognized Zhang Minglai.

He looked at the white fox mask in his hand, wrapped the mask with gangster energy, and threw it towards Zhang Ming.

"Snapped."

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand, and the remaining force on the mask almost knocked him flying, but luckily he caught it.

He looked at the mask in his hand, and suddenly raised his head to look at the man.

Unexpectedly, the moment he bowed his head, that person was no longer there.

"Leaving?" Zhang Ming frowned, looking even more puzzled at the white fox mask in his hand.

Zhang Ming took out another waist card from his waist, engraved with a closed-eyed dragon.

At first he was given a badge, and now he was given a mask.

Who is this person?

Chapter 92: May the world of mortals be safe

"Meow." Xiao Qi jumped onto the window sill, looked at the mask in Zhang Ming's hand, and was a little curious.

get closer,

get closer...

"This can't be eaten!" Zhang Ming exclaimed, and slapped Xiao Qi on the forehead.

"Meow..." Xiaoqi looked at Zhang Ming aggrieved.

Zhang Ming checked the mask and found that there was no damage, so he said: "You are usually so smart, why are you so stupid now?"

Seeing this, Xiao Qi had no more to play, slipped onto the bed in the inn, and collapsed into a ball again.

Zhang Ming looked up and saw a sky lantern drifting across the sky, but there was nothing left behind.

After listening to the storyteller in the afternoon, he went back to the inn. There was nothing to do during the day, so he waited until night.

Zhang Ming put away the mask and waist badge, stayed in the room all afternoon, and he was ready to go out for a stroll.

Zhang Ming looked at Xiao Qi who was slumped into a ball on the bed, and murmured, "Why are you lying down again?"