storyteller

People tend to fall asleep when they are warm, and wake up easily when they are cold.

Qiu Lingfu was shaken by a gust of cold wind. He shivered and opened his eyes suddenly.

It was pitch black, and the sword in his hand was gone.

If the prey is caught, if it is still kept, then the minions will naturally be pulled out.The man was caught, if he didn't kill him, then naturally the sword couldn't be placed by his side.

Qiu Xiaoshi was not here, Qiu Lingfu groped around, only touched rough and cold rocks.

He thought about the landform of the Snow Ridge mentioned by Ah Po, and guessed in his heart that this was a certain cave on the Snow White Ridge.

This place is not big, Qiu Lingfu quickly touched Shimen.

This place looks like a small prison cell, probably a place where the Bai family used to make disciples think about their mistakes.

"what······"

Qiu Lingfu took a deep breath and quickly withdrew his hand.Touching Shimen's hand was like being pierced by thin and small needles, hot and stinging.This period of Waking of Insects is so deep in my thoughts!He was also careful to prevent himself from escaping.

He took a few breaths, and it took a long time for the pain to gradually disappear.

Even if the pain disappeared, he dared not touch that door again.

If others tame horses and dogs, and use pain to order them not to do what they shouldn't do, it will take three or five times to tame them.But Qiu Lingfu only got hurt once, so he didn't dare to do it again.

Smart dogs have always been tamer than stupid dogs.

"Duan Jingzhe!" Qiu Lingfu shouted loudly, "Duan Jingzhe!"

If I could lure him here, I would still have a chance to escape, but if no one paid attention to me, it would be even more difficult to escape.

No one responded to himself.

He only yelled twice, and then stopped yelling.

A smart person like Duan Jingzhe, even if he doesn't need to be busy pretending to be a show in front of the martial arts people, he definitely doesn't want to make extra troubles and come here to see himself.

He will only come to find himself when he needs to be slaughtered under the condition of ensuring that he will not escape.

After thinking about it, Qiu Lingfu carefully found a place to sit down.He was cold and hungry, at this moment he just wanted to find a sword out of thin air, or touch Ah Po's hand.

Duan Jingzhe was right.

Duan Jingzhe knew what Qiu Lingfu wanted to do, but Qiu Lingfu didn't know what Duan Jingzhe wanted to do.

He wants to avenge a dead man, so he needs to know what the dead man wants to do.

Duan Zhongsi killed so many people in the Bai family just to get a secret.But doesn't Duan Jingzhe also want this secret?

A secret about all kinds of poisons in flowers and plants, if both father and son want it, then they have to do completely different things.

Qiu Lingfu couldn't continue to think deeply, because he didn't know much.

Qiu Lingfu felt cold, so he shrank himself. Once he lost his sword, his servants, and his words, he would be no different from a rich young master who knew nothing, and could only wait to die.

No, you can't wait to die.

Qiu Lingfu quickly got up again. He groped carefully on the ground, trying to find a stone or a handful of hay, so that he could touch the stone door through something.

But there was nothing on the ground, not even a pebble the size of a thumb.

He fumbled for those miraculous medicines on his body again, but found that everything had been looted.

Qiu Lingfu only felt despair in his heart: Jing Zhe really knows the way to trap the fox during this period!

But Qiu Lingfu's heart moved again, he tore off a piece of the hem of his clothes, and felt for the stone gate through the cloth.

Carefully moving his hands through the fabric, but he still couldn't figure out where the crack in the door was.After feeling and feeling, I lost patience, so I could only slap on the door heavily, and then kicked it hard with my legs.

The stone door thumped, causing deafening echoes in the narrow space.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" Qiu Lingfu shouted outside the door.

No one responded.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise in the narrow stone room.

"Who?"

Qiu Lingfu felt his hair stand on end. He had already explored the stone room just now, but it was only three feet long and wide. How could there be people here?Such a short distance, why didn't I let myself notice it?

"Who? Who are you?" Qiu Lingfu remained motionless.He suddenly thought that he was awakened by a gust of cold wind. Since there was wind, the door must have been open before he woke up.

"Are you Duan Jingzhe? Or Kong Ting?" Qiu Lingfu forced himself to calm down, but he seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat echoing in the stone room.

Qiu Lingfu said cautiously again: "Are you repaying the score for nothing?"

Bai Huanpu is on this mountain, he is not dead yet, this is what mother told Po.

A person who is so close without being discovered by him must have advanced martial arts, and this person is very likely to be Bai Huanpu.

"You, old man of rice and wine?"

The old and deep voice was like footsteps caressing sand in the darkness.

Qiu Lingfu was surprised and delighted when he heard the voice.Rather than being alone, he prefers to be around others, because Qiu Lingfu is good at using others, not himself.

But why does this person guess that he is the old man with rice and wine?

Qiu Lingfu only found it strange, but he asked cautiously: "Are you paying for nothing?"

The voice said: "If I were Bai Huanpu, you should call me Senior Bai instead of calling me by my first name."

Qiu Lingfu asked, "So are you?"

"I'm not."

He is, he must be.

This person gave Qiu Lingfu a sense of familiarity, which was very similar to the feeling A Po gave him. He felt that this familiarity was related to blood.

He speaks in a very gentle rhythm. If you want to read in this voice, you must be so sleepy that you doze off.This kind of tone must be spoken by a person with a very peaceful mind.

If the state of mind is full of desire, you must speak in a hurry and quickly, wishing to spit out the perfunctory preface, impatient to show your sinful face, and after showing your face, you will think that you have concealed the world and the sea is perfect.

Even if he really wanted to slow down his speech, there must be excitement in his breath or eyes.

Since the man's state of mind is peaceful, he is similar to Ah Po, so Qiu Lingfu is not so afraid.

But Qiu Lingfu also knew that old people who had lived alone for many years had strange temperaments.

He only asked: "Duan Jingzhe brought you here?"

"Caught? Are you caught by him?"

"you are not?"

The old man's voice reminds people of dead leaves being crushed, calm and hoarse: "I'm not, I'm here to rest."

Qiu Lingfu said: "The one who can freely enter and exit is called rest, and the one who cannot freely enter and exit is called imprisonment."

The old man said: "You are imprisoned, but I am resting here."

Qiu Lingfu was shameless: "I want to rest here too."

The old man said slowly: "No. I hate people who don't keep their duties the most."

Qiu Lingfu was not convinced: "Where did I not keep my duty?"

The old man said: "As a storyteller, I'm not good at martial arts, and I still talk nonsense."

Qiu Lingfu only said: "How can I not have martial arts?"

His words were relaxed, but his body was still tense. Whenever martial arts were mentioned, he began to secretly compare with that person's martial arts.

The man asked, "Then you know you're talking nonsense?"

"Misfortune comes out of my mouth, and I am in trouble now." Qiu Lingfu disagreed, "I'm talking nonsense."

The man didn't speak, but Qiu Lingfu continued: "Then, do you think I'm talking nonsense—are you old Mr. Wu from Taiping Town?"

There are tens of thousands of storytellers in the world, but which one insists not to talk nonsense?

If there is such a person, it must be Mr. Wu from Taiping Town.

With the sound of firewood splitting, a bright light broke through the dark stone room.

An old man with a white beard, dressed in a gray robe, with thin cheeks, looks like a fairy.He held a firewood in one hand like dry wood, and an oiled torch in the other hand like dry wood.

He lit the torch and looked over with a pair of droopy old eyes.

He looked at it for a long time, as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Qiu Lingfu smiled and said, "You want to say that I am very similar to Qiu Xinsu?"

The old man said slowly: "You are indeed very similar to Qiu Xinsu, but once you speak, your eyes are very similar to Boping."

"Who is Bopin?"

Although Qiu Lingfu asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart.

The old man said: "Xu Yu, Xu Boping."

Qiu Lingfu chewed the name in his mouth for a while, and said softly: "This word is better. The name Xu Yu sounds like a fickle person."

The old man stroked his beard, as if he was giving a lecture in a school, and said slowly: "Master Xu Bingzhang's wife is named Yu Bi. After he retired the farm and returned to his hometown, he adopted two children. One gave the word Yu, and the other The bit gave the character Bi."

Qiu Lingfu asked: "Then he was born with a lack of water in the five elements?"

The old man looked at him deeply: "He died because of the lack of water in the five elements."

"why?"

"Because if the water is three thousand, but he only takes one scoop."

Qiu Lingfu finally smiled and said, "My mother is the one holding water."

The old man sighed: "Your mother is that Xuexue."

Qiu Lingfu asked him with wide eyes: "You also have to say, my mother hurt my father?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No, it was your father who killed your mother. Because the living can no longer hurt the dead, but the dead can still hurt the living."

After hearing this, Qiu Lingfu's chest jumped a few times for some reason.The living and the dead, when he heard this, he suddenly thought of whether he would be alive or dead next year or today.

Maybe it was because the stone room was too clean, and the old man was peaceful enough, without any familiar people or things around him. When Qiu Lingfu thought of death, he didn't feel any fear, but just felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he was feeling sorry for someone.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man asked again, "Why don't you sit down?"

Qiu Lingfu looked at him: "I was imprisoned, and I didn't come to rest."

It was just because he was greedy for comfort that he was caught here, how dare he repeat the same mistakes.

The old man said: "You are very vigilant."

"If I'm vigilant enough, I won't be caught." Qiu Lingfu said, "Besides, I don't know who you are yet?"

"You just told me who I am."

In Qiu Lingfu's mind, it was as if a dice had revealed exactly the number he wanted, and it seemed that he had guessed right again—this person really was a storyteller from Taiping Town, Mr. Wu.

Qiu Lingfu only asked, "What are you doing here in Xueling?"

Mr. Wu brushed his beard and said: "I heard that there is a good story here, so I came to check it carefully, so as not to make a mistake."

Qiu Lingfu asked: "Do storytellers need to be so concerned about the details of any story?"

Mr. Wu said: "It's because you care about the details of so many things that you become a storyteller."

Qiu Lingfu had a smug smile on his lips, and his amber eyes were sparkling brightly illuminated by the fire.

Mr. Wu saw the clue: "What do you know?"

"Mr. Wu, has he ever made a big mistake because he said something wrong?" His speculation has always been accurate and fast, and his sensitivity is amazing.

Mr. Wu said, "But you are the one who made the big mistake now."

Qiu Lingfu humbly asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Wu said: "You remind me of the past that I don't want to think about anymore. I don't want to save you."

Qiu Lingfu laughed happily: "Mr., are you trying to save me?"

Mr. Wu said: "Yes."

Qiu Lingfu asked again: "Why do I believe that you are here to save me, not to harm me?"

The old gentleman pondered for a while, and only said: "Xiao Shiliu, do you know him?"