Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

By the time this story was finished, everyone's expressions were filled with confusion and surprise. One person couldn't help but asked: "Are you talking too mysteriously? Is there really such a big creature in the world? It even has nine heads."

"Hey -" the man opened the paper fan in his hand - "swish", and sat on the stool with a leisurely and contented look, quite like a god living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

He slowly said: "This world is very big, and Peicheng is just a small corner of the world. Maybe there is such a creature somewhere in the world."

"How big is the world?" A childish voice sounded. It was a child, with clear and innocent eyes full of curiosity.

"How big is this world?" The man waved his fan and said: "Taoist Priest Changqing often travels around the world, and he stays there for about four or five years each time."

“When I was a child, every time Taoist Chang Qing came back, I would gather around him with other children and listen to him talk about what the outside world was like.

Taoist Priest Chang Qing said that he has seen the boundless ocean, the snow-capped mountains towering into the clouds, and the bottomless canyons..."

The man's fingers tapped on the table, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "I think, if anyone is well-informed, it must be Taoist Priest Chang Qing.

As for how big this world is... Taoist Priest Changqing didn't give us an answer. But the strange people and strange things in this world are all waiting for us to discover. No—Taoist Changqing’s travel notes are kept in the school. You can borrow them there when you have time and appreciate that corner of the world. "

The man took a sip of tea and started telling a new story. The tone of his voice is rhythmic, just like singing, which makes people intoxicated.

Besmir also had the same idea as me. She said: "Is this singing? It's a pity that there is no accompaniment. This a cappella song has indeed lost some flavor."

Wei Mingye felt like he was living in a costume drama. This strange yet familiar city gave him an inexplicable warmth, as safe as staying in the ring space.

Maybe, this is the taste of home.

"This is a storyteller." Wei Mingye explained, "Usually appearing in teahouses and taverns will add a bit of popularity to the shop."

"That's it." Besmir "looked" at Wei Mingye, "Although I am blind, I can still get some light from the language - the storyteller that Qu Niang said before about Youshi, should be Is it part of the culture of a certain race? It seems that you know more about it."

Hearing this, Wei Mingye couldn't help but feel a sense of national pride in his heart. He said: "Peicheng is just a microcosm of an era in ancient China. Now, we are in it and feel the customs and customs from this era together. "

"So it's ancient China? The ancient eastern country..." Besmir sighed slightly, "It's a pity. If I hadn't been blind, I really wanted to see this city full of history with my own eyes."

They stopped at a fork in the road. Besmir said: "Mr. W, we say goodbye here. But before leaving, I have a small request——"

"You say it."

Besmir's eyes were closed tightly. Without this pair of "windows to the soul", without this pair of eyes full of charm and enough to represent emotions, Besmir's face lost a lot of expression.

"Mr. W, are you willing to help us? Help us find our missing companions."

Although she is blind, her sincere words are also a bridge of communication with the outside world. The charm and emotion missing from her eyes all come from this mouth.

Wei Mingye could feel the heavy sincerity and pleading in her heart. In addition, I also know that helping others can gain merit. I'm so busy, I can't do it without help.

"Then, let's meet in the afternoon." Wei Mingye said, "I believe that we will be able to find our missing companions."

They parted at a fork in the road. Every street in the city is crowded with people, and the closer to the "New Year's Day", the more people come and go.

Speaking of which, I need to buy some gifts for Vertin and the others. Pastries and snacks are a must. Just other gifts...

Wei Mingye was a little worried. He scratched his head and said, "Sister, what gifts do you girls like?"

Manion carried a bunch of snacks and ate all the way from South Street to East Street, his mouth full of snack crumbs. She thought for a while and said: "It's a gift... I prefer food, and I'm never picky about food... As for other people... I think it's all as long as they come up with what they want."

Thoughts... Wei Mingye thought, this Peicheng is different from the outside world. There must be ragdolls outside, but in the city they are probably just rattles and the like.

Manion looked at the sad-looking Wei Mingye and said, "How about we go and ask inside. The culture of this city is very different from the outside world, and the things sold inside are probably different from the outside world."

"Sister is right." Wei Mingye nodded, "But let's go back to the hotel first and take a rest. We will go to Xu Sanniang Winery in the afternoon."

When he was approaching the hotel, a voice suddenly sounded in Wei Mingye's ears: "Young man, your merits are immeasurable."

This voice was particularly clear in the noisy crowd. Wei Mingye's eyes squeezed through the gaps between people and landed on an old Taoist with a white beard wearing a white robe.

He sat on a small bench with a table in front of him. On the table was written: "Know everything."

Wei Mingye thought it was a bit funny, so he said: "Old Taoist, are you exaggerating a bit? You know everything, be careful when you brag to the sky and fall down and kill yourself."

"Yes, yes." The passers-by onlookers echoed, "Even Taoist Priest Chang Qing dare not say that he knows everything. You are too good at bragging."

The old Taoist smiled and said nothing. He didn't know what magic formula he was holding in his left hand, and the golden light was flowing on his left hand.

After a few minutes, he looked at the passerby and said, "Go back and see your wife, maybe she is sleeping with someone else."

"Damn, you idiot." The man glared at the old man, cursed, and walked away angrily.

The old Taoist was not angry. He gently stroked his beard with his right hand and hummed an unknown song.

Wei Mingye sat across from the old road and said, "What's going on with that dry river outside the city?"

The old Taoist spoke slowly, "Three years ago, a flood occurred here. The flood was so fierce that the bridge leading to the Shetti Temple collapsed. The flood lasted for three days. After the fourth day, the bridge called Peilinchuan The water volume of the river suddenly decreased and almost dried up - it has been two years now, and although the river water is no longer rising, city residents have ways to solve the water source problem."

"I see." Wei Mingye said, "How about you help me read my palm?"

Wei Mingye opened his hand. The old Taoist looked at Wei Mingye's palm for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out."