The winter in Liangzhu is always raging with snow and cold, the sky and the earth are freezing, and for thousands of miles there is nothing but silvery white with almost no color.
In the city, there was snow all over the sky. Two horses were walking side by side calmly on the streets paved with silver snow. A man on the horse was wearing a bad fur coat, with his hands curled up in his sleeves. He looked very afraid of the cold, and would The horse's reins are tied to the bridle. Although the horse is a very powerful horse, the man is very weak. He wears a hood and presses his eyes tightly to block the wind and snow.
On the other horse sat a man with a clear face and a peaceful and comfortable look.
The man who was afraid of the cold took off his hood and said, "Liyou, on such a cold day, why do you have to go out and walk in the snow with nothing to do?"
Ji Liyou closed his hood and said, "I told you not to follow me. You have to follow me."
"When it's cold, you should get into bed and sleep."
"Sleeping every day will make your bones weak."
"I don't have to go to court. What's the point of worrying if my bones are soft from sleep?" He breathed into the palm of his hand and exhaled a burst of white mist.
The direction the two horses were heading was to a famous temple outside Liangzhu City. At this moment, people immediately looked around and could already see the hazy roof of the temple in the mountain.
The temple is located to the west of the frozen moat, with thousands of eaves and hundreds of buildings, and it is magnificent.
Ji Liyou got off his horse outside the temple and reached out to pick him up, but he turned the horse's head and said, "I'll go drink at the tavern down the mountain. You can go and worship Buddha."
Ji Liyou said to his back, "I'll find you soon, don't run around."
After entering the temple, Ji Liyou stood in front of the Buddha statue and stared at it for a long time. After the previous person finished praying, it was his turn to enter.
He knelt down in front of the Buddha, petitioned sincerely, and drew a lot.
After leaving the Buddhist hall, I met a man who came with his wife to ask for a child.
He did not believe in Buddhism, but due to his beloved wife's repeated requests, he had no choice but to accompany her. While his wife was interpreting the signature at the monk's place, he waited outside.
Ji Liyou was looking at the continuous Buddhist scriptures on the outer wall of the Buddhist temple, and couldn't help but reach out and touch them. Such deep strokes were all made with swords, which showed that this person had become proficient in martial arts.
The tavern at the bottom of the mountain was full of people just now. When they went up the mountain, Ji Liyou and the Storyteller saw that the place was full of guests, but now there were only a few people left. The inside and outside of the tavern had become much quieter, and the snow was still falling. The road up the mountain was covered with fresh snow.
The storyteller found a seat and sat down. The atmosphere in the tavern was filled with alcohol, but there was still no trace of alcohol on the faces of these people.
The storyteller whispered, "It's a pity that I'm the only one watching the fun."
In the tavern, there were two people with skinny bodies and cold and serious faces, like a pair of stone statues. They looked almost identical, but they did not talk to each other.
There was another person whose right wrist was cut off at the elbow level. When the storyteller saw him, he was using his good left hand to pick up peanuts on the plate and drink them.
There is another person who keeps drinking, but every time he drinks a drink, he has to bend over and cough, but he still drinks one cup after another, and would rather die from coughing than stop.
The long winding corridor behind the tavern leads to a hall with a roaring fire. Everyone can see the situation of the hall from here. The hall is surrounded by mountains on one side, and there is a large window on the side surrounding the mountains. In this tavern The cold wind was blowing in from the big window.
These people are not sitting at the same table. Everyone is sitting at the head of the banquet table. No one wants to be at the bottom, so no one sits at the same table.
Seeing that they were not dealing with each other, but they were both very impressive, and their expressions were extremely arrogant, the storyteller knew that these people must have some background. He saw that there were no jade ornaments around their waists, and there was no gold or silver on their hair crowns. He must have Not from a noble family.
The eyes of these people are very bright, and they must all be young and proud martial arts masters.
They seemed familiar and strange to each other, but they were definitely not from the same place. Now that they were here at the same time, the storyteller became a little curious about these people for a while.
Just as he was thinking about it, one of them said to him, "Sir, we are full of murderous intent, but you can't see it?"
The storyteller hesitated for a moment and pointed at himself, "Me?"
"Hahahahahaha..." Several people laughed.
"If you don't leave, I'm afraid there will be no chance of escape."
The storyteller smiled and said, "I'm not talented, I just like to watch the fun, why don't you continue and just pretend you haven't seen me."
Seeing the faces of several people darken, the storyteller stood up and said, "It seems that I am not welcome, so I'd better avoid it for now, but the snow is heavy right now, and I need a place to stay, so please don't leave in a hurry."
He walked through the hall, then walked through the winding corridor, and found another courtyard. There was no sound in the courtyard. The doors and windows of the flower hall on the left were closed, but there was a faint fragrance of medicine coming out. As soon as the storyteller stepped into this place, he felt a chill approaching his Dantian.
After a while, a child of eight or nine years old walked out of the door carrying a medicine jar. He raised his hand to the storyteller and said, "I wonder if you have anything to do with my master?"
As soon as he opened the door, the storyteller saw an old man with gray hair inside, with a skinny and sallow complexion, sitting on the couch with his arms wrapped around him, as if he had been lingering on the bed for a long time.
Turning to one side, he saw another man next to the old man with a calm demeanor, his eyebrows slanting into his temples, his eyes shining brightly, and his bare hands as white as jade. Although he was covered with a veil, he could still tell that he was a handsome and handsome man.
"I just entered this place by mistake, please forgive me." The storyteller noticed the unusual dangers with thousands of years of experience in the world. Although everything here seems peaceful, compared with the people in the front hall of the tavern, it is more dangerous. I don't know how dangerous it is.
The man held a pen in one hand and unfolded the scroll with the other, copied out all the words on the scroll, and said, "Since the guests outside the door are here, why not please sit down and have a cup of tea."
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, it was not right to leave at this time, and it was reckless to enter.
After thinking for a long time, it was better to use soldiers to stop him.
I walked in and saw that what he was copying was Li Taibai's poem. There were only a few lines of poems on each piece of paper, and they were all incomplete poems.
The old man on one side looked heavy and frowned.
"Where did the young master come from?" His eyes were not on the storyteller.
The storyteller desperately tried to detect his aura, but as time passed, his powers gradually weakened and he lost the ability to observe ghosts and gods.
Looking at this momentum, even if he is really the ghost in the mountain, he will soon cultivate Taoism and become an immortal, telling the story of people's hearts.
After a cup of tea, the slender man Fang Zi sighed and said, "I don't like people looking at me." He coughed lightly and remained silent.
The storyteller smiled and said: "Seeing that your appearance is very ordinary, I couldn't help but take a few more glances."
The man smiled slightly and said: "In the past thousand years, you have never paid attention to the most famous master in the three realms. How come you pay more attention to me today?"
The storyteller moved the folding fan in his hand and aimed it at his eyes for a moment, "Who are you?"
The man sighed and smiled, "You can't even recognize me, so you really are—"
The mortal's body transformed into the appearance of a god in the temple. His face was as cold as ice and snow, and the powerful divine power around him made people unable to help but believe that he was indeed capable of destroying the world.
The Zi Qing Mist Rain in the storyteller's hand was easily snatched away by him. The person in front of him was playing with his fan, but in the next moment a sharp blade flew out of the fan. He flicked it casually, and the sharp blade retracted the fan.
"It seems that your weapon belongs to its owner."
"Isn't it yours?"
"Then why is Zi Qing Yanyu obedient in Liyou's hands?"
As soon as he heard him mentioned, the storyteller's expression changed, "You shouldn't call him that."
"I'm just imitating you, and now I'm angry?"
"I'm warning you, you and I are not in conflict with each other."
At this time, a horse had arrived in front of the tavern. The man in a hooded fur got off his horse and asked the tavern owner if a man wearing a hood had just come.
The boss asked him to wait a moment.
The storyteller's steps were lazy and slow, as if he had no strength, but his hand holding the old man's neck seemed effortless.
The man said, "So what if you kill him? Do you think I will take it to heart?"
This old man was the guardian god of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and he was already dying.
The storyteller continued, "The Lord God asked you to protect the world from chaos. At least it is not yet chaos. You must protect him. If he dies, you will not be able to escape the punishment."
But the man didn't take care of him at all. It seemed that even if the man died immediately, he wouldn't take it seriously.
"Then what crime should you, a fallen angel who kills gods, deserve?" he asked.
The two of them were talking, but suddenly they fell silent.
Ji Liyou said sorry outside the door, then opened the door and followed the boy in.
I saw him walking straight to the door, lazily reaching out and pushing up his mink hat, and then his face was revealed. He was a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
The man in the corner has transformed into a human form again, and the dragon tail just now has disappeared. The corners of his mouth are slightly upward, and he is smiling even when he is not smiling. He stretched out his hand and asked Ji Liyou to sit next to him.
Although the storyteller sitting opposite the man looked lazy, his folding fan had turned into a long sword, and the cold light of the long sword made people feel slightly scared.
Ji Liyou glanced around and knew that the storyteller had murderous intentions at this time. He put his eyes on the man beside him, but he did not see murderous intent in him.
It's strange, usually storytellers never start by throwing themselves into confusion.
Ji Liyou said, "I wonder if the boss here knows something."
The man asked, "What's the matter?"
After he took the initiative to admit it, Ji Liyou said, "Some of those people in the hall just now are good at using hidden weapons, some are scheming, and some are vicious and vicious, stealing wealth and picking flowers, and doing anything. They are all criminals ordered by the imperial court to commit crimes." Many times, officials from various places issued killing orders and captured him, dead or alive, with a reward of five hundred taels of silver."
The man and Ji Liyou looked at each other, stood up, and filled Ji Liyou's cup with the boiling tea in the room, but the teacup in front of the storyteller was still empty.
The storyteller stretched and spread his palms. Ji Liyou glanced at him and handed him the tea in his hand.
Only then did the storyteller see a hint of warmth in his cold eyes. He raised his head and drank the whole drink. From beginning to end, none of the three people spoke, as if they were three mutes.
Ji Liyou was afraid that this man would be embarrassed, so he explained, "This man is my master."
The man smiled and filled up the teacup in front of Ji Liyou again, "It doesn't matter." It was as if what just happened had not happened.
The boy pushed open the door and came in. Seeing him coming, the man asked with a smile: "What's going on ahead?"
"Go back to the master, those guests, they are fighting."
When Ji Liyou heard the sound, he ran out and said with great joy: "These people actually met together. God really has a vision and told them to kill each other."
The man wanted to stop him, but the storyteller said, "If he likes to go and watch the battle, let him."
As soon as Ji Liyou arrived, he saw the one-armed man flying out with a sword. The wind was strong and the approach was fast. Before the sword arrived, there was already a cold air approaching.
Ji Liyou jumped up in shock and somersaulted over. His movements were extremely light and dexterous, but he was too complacent just now. There was still a big tear in his chest, but fortunately he was not injured.
The remaining people continued to fight, and Ji Liyou found a good position where he would not accidentally hurt himself and could see the excitement clearly.
Among the two people with very similar faces, one of them suddenly turned around and hit the other on the shoulder. He did not draw his sword but used his palm.
As expected, the other person was sent flying forward by his palm and hit the wall with a bang.
But he immediately stood up. The thick stone wall of the tavern was almost cracked by his impact, but the other person was not hurt. He cursed angrily: "You dare to hit me?"
Roll up your sleeves and take action.
Another person floated up, stood between the two of them, and said sternly: "We are all brothers, just talk about it."
Neither of them gave in.
By the time the battle was over, the people in the tavern were all seriously injured on the ground.
The storyteller and the mysterious man in the tavern came to the front hall together. When Ji Liyou saw the storyteller, he pulled him and said that these people are evil thieves who have been offering rewards for many years but have not been caught. Treacherous and highly skilled in martial arts, no one knows how they got together here.
Ji Liyou asked the man if he invited them here, but he didn't answer, just shook his head with a smile.
The storyteller's gaze was sharp, and he said after a while: "You sold him face, which is unprecedented."
As soon as Ji Liyou heard this, he knew that this man had tampered with these people today and caused these people to be seriously injured.
He pondered for a long time, then bowed his head and began to think deeply, "Since you have made meritorious service to the court, I will report it to the government and ask for a reward for you."
The storyteller and the man stood aside quietly, and both laughed loudly after listening.
Ji Liyou stretched out his palm again and said, "Five hundred taels each, there are at least several thousand taels here."
The man smiled and said: "I am not short of money."
"Then why are you?"
The storyteller said, "Aren't there a few people here who are under your name to be arrested and brought to justice? It's almost the end of the year, and it's time to make a report."
Only then did Ji Liyou realize that the man was helping him, and at the same time he figured out that he could not only gather them here, but also wait for him and the storyteller here, which was definitely not normal.
After a while, he thought to himself: "This man must have a lot of background."
"Thank you, Immortal Official, for your help." He said.
The unexpected man laughed even harder, "You call me Immortal Official? This is indeed a good title."
The storyteller laughed helplessly and said: "For a person who cultivates to become an immortal, you can just call him an Immortal Official. He is a descendant of a god. How can he be compared with a person who cultivates to become an immortal?"
Ji Liyou looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm rude."
"If you insist on thanking me, why not drink a few glasses of wine with me? It's freezing outside, so it's time to drink to warm up."
Ji Liyou looked at the storyteller, as if asking for his opinion.
Although the storyteller had not spoken yet, he was already sitting across from him drinking wine and said, "Since someone wants to invite you to drink, why bother to refuse?"
A few boys came up and threw the seriously injured people on the ground into the backyard woodshed with a wave of their hands, and the blood stains on the ground disappeared.
Ji Liyou drank three cups in a row, clasped his fists and smiled, "When I saw you today, I really felt like I felt like an old friend at first sight."
The man frowned slightly and asked him, "Seriously?"
Ji Liyou felt that he had said too much, "Sir, I am stupid, why don't you sit over and drink with us?"
The storyteller smiled slightly, and without knowing why, he suddenly reached Ji Liyou's side. A palm force was released from under the table. The storyteller felt the cold blade deflect, and a wound was made in his hand, which was almost as deep as the bone. But almost no blood flowed out. Ji Liyou naturally couldn't smell blood.
The storyteller's expression did not change at all, nor did he frown. He just said coldly: "Don't you want to drink? Why don't you drink?"
Ji Liyou was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine bottle in his hand.
(End of chapter)