Snow Float

It was early spring, and the warm wind was blowing.

Mucheng is a land and water transfer place in the upper reaches of the Xiangshui River, and has always been prosperous.Coincidentally, the sky is bright and there is an endless stream of tourists coming and going.Jingming Lake is fat, and Mingyue Tower is also a lively scene.

The scenery in the eyes, the wine in the glass, enjoying this Jingming Lake, Liuxia Brewing is indispensable, and it is even more joyful to have both.At this time, it was getting late, Yu Xia was like a beautiful flower, and many drinkers were pouring wine from the pot, but they were listening to storytellers.

The storyteller in Mingyue Tower is used to showing off his tongue, and he is quite famous among the drinkers.Sitting facing the big horse and golden knife in the hall, he picked up all the old stories and legends in Canglu, which made many drinkers stare intently.It just happens that it is another eye that gets into the eyes of copper coins, and it likes to stop at the key point to satisfy everyone's appetite.

It happened to be a critical moment at this time, but the storyteller's mouth was closed like a saw-mouthed gourd. If you scratch your ears and cheeks, he will not move.

Someone smashed a piece of silver in mid-air, and it just happened to fall into the storyteller's tea bowl.The storyteller turned his head immediately, but his sight was blocked by the half-opened carved wooden window, and he could only vaguely see a figure in white.

Although I couldn't see the rewarder, but the money had been taken, the storyteller's wrinkled face like a bitter melon stretched out, and the saw-mouthed gourd mouth followed: "...there will be a big event in the world, I don't know if you all know?"

"Hey, could it be that Jixia Dabi?" Someone answered, and once the words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

The Jixia Grand Competition is held every 20 years, and it is the best time for spiritual and martial arts to divide the forces. The sects and families, all ethnic groups and countries come together to win the championship, and ordinary people are not allowed to participate, but on Canglu. A one-of-a-kind event.As soon as the storyteller mentioned it, everyone thought about it, counting the days, it turned out that it was almost here.

The storyteller stroked his beard and shook his feather fan slowly, but he just shook his head: "It's wrong, it's wrong!"

"Everyone is in a hurry. You should know that it is only 19 years since the last Jixia Grand Competition, and there is still a year to wait... What I want to talk about is another big event. You know, this little mirror The magnolia flower festival that will bloom in the lake?"

A big black-faced man in the hall was impatient, and immediately shouted: "I only know about the Jixia Dabi, but I have never heard of this Laoshizi Xinyihuahui!"

The storyteller turned around with an old orange face, and said with a smile: "Hey! You only know that the Jixia Grand Competition is when the elites of various factions became famous, but you never thought about how those who missed the Jixia Grand Competition would beat themselves Gaining fame?"

The black-faced man bowed his head and remained silent, obviously stumped.When the storyteller saw this, he shook his feather fan lightly: "If we talk about the Magnolia Flower Fair, it's better to say it's the Young Heroes Conference... Except for the very important Jixia Grand Competition, there are always other opportunities for young talents to compete. The Little Mirror Lake Magnolia Flower Festival invites young heroes from Canglu to go there. Whether it is fake to appreciate the flowers, or true to talk about the Tao... But I heard a rumor that the position of the owner of the Little Mirror Lake may also change. !"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked.

Xiaojing Lake is located on the bank of the Lanshui, a tributary of the Cangmeng River. Several major spiritual sects are also willing to sell it for a face.

"As far as I know, the young master of Xiaojinghu, Su Muzhe, has reached the peak of Qi refining at a young age, and his medical skills can bring back human flesh and bones... This time, he has the advantage of being a host again, tsk tsk!"

The words were somewhat inhumane, and at the moment some of the drinkers shouted: "It's just Xiaojinghu, is it possible that no one can beat him?"

But the black-faced man interrupted and said: "I heard that this Su Muzhe's martial arts is actually not that good, and he also lost in Jixia Academy..."

The storyteller glanced at him slowly, and said in a calm manner: "Young Master Su has lost, of course he has lost, it's just the person he lost..."

At this moment, however, he started to play tricks. Impatient with waiting, the black-faced man took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and threw it over. Immediately, Mr. Storyteller's long ending sound stopped, and his words changed: "...the last news It was also heard two years ago, and I haven’t heard any traces in the past two years.”

The black-faced man wondered: "...There has been no news for two years, you said this person, did he disappear?"

The storyteller has a childlike face: "Of course, this person has been missing for two years... But if he is here, if he wants to come to Young Master Su, he might still suffer a defeat."

How dare this little old man speak!

It must be known that Su Muzhe has been one of the top martial artists in recent years, and has a great reputation in Canglu, but this storyteller dares to assert that he failed.

Immediately, someone was dissatisfied and said: "Su Muzhe is a martial artist. Everyone knows that before cultivating gods, martial arts are definitely not the opponent of spiritual cultivation... If you compare spiritual cultivation, he is of course no match!"

The storyteller, however, smiled: "Of course I wouldn't use spiritual practice as an example... I can save myself on this point."

The black-faced man listened to the two chattering for a long time, but they still didn't get to the serious business, so impatient, he drank a bowl of wine and shouted loudly: "But you say who this person is!"

As soon as he yelled, the building was quiet for a while, and everyone looked forward to it, wanting to know who the storyteller said that Su Muzhe was absolutely no match for.

But at this moment, Mr. Storyteller lifted up the shelf, picked up the teacup and skimmed off the froth, and the old god started to sip tea on the ground.

The black-faced man's complexion was a little heavy, his palm like cattail leaf fan was pressed tightly on the table, and he was about to make a fist when he saw that a hoarse voice suddenly came into his stab: "South of the beginning, under the Meteor River...you said, but he?"

The storyteller raised his brows lightly when he heard the words, his face was slightly surprised, but he clapped his hands and smiled: "That's right, it's him!"

The two of them came and went, they didn't name each other, there was the alert one in the seat, with a slight thought, he had already caught a glimpse of the truth and couldn't help saying "ah".

This is really known by heaven and earth. You know me, but everyone doesn't know it.

"Under the Meteor River, two years ago...it's so clear, why can't you guess it?"

The storyteller sighed, scratching his ear and scratching his cheek impatiently and asked directly. At this time, the black-faced man finally understood, and exclaimed: "Are you talking about Yuanshan Fu Shaotang!"

Yuan Shan, Fu Shaotang.

The whole hall was noisy, but it was also quiet at this moment.

For a moment the truth became clear, none of those who were dissatisfied before made a sound, and all their banners and drums were silenced.

The storyteller picked up the teacup that was filled with silver, but turned his eyes back, trying to find out the owner of the hoarse voice.It was beyond his expectation that someone here could answer so quickly, but he saw a man in gray walking towards the back of the restaurant.

The storyteller knew that he was probably looking for that person by himself, and he didn't stop him when he saw this, but he said leisurely: "It is said that 'the sword rises from Yuanshan, and the soul begins to grow'. Yuanshan and Bikongya are each martial artists. The leader in spiritual cultivation. The descendants of this generation of Bikongya have not heard of it, but the descendants of Yuanshan are already known... Yes, I am talking about him."

"Seven years ago was the time when he went to the Southern Wasteland to fetch stones to forge swords. At that time, Fu Shaotang lingered in Taichu for several days, competing with many Taichu disciples, and it was at that time that he became famous... It is said that his sword is called 'Chunshui Farewell' ’, it was cast by Feng Wanshang himself, but I don’t know what it looks like.”

When the storyteller said this, he was satisfied to see expectant eyes all around him.He was already used to this kind of scene, so he was familiar with the next thing to say at this time.

Unexpectedly, there was an astonishing commotion outside, and the sound was astonishing, telling him that before he opened his mouth, his breath was stuffed in his throat.

Immediately, the girl's crisp voice came from afar, and before entering the building, it suppressed all the bustle downstairs.

"Fang Jibai, why are you running, stop for me, hey!"