"Time is like a white crane, one travels for millions of miles, for three hundred years, how many legends are buried..."
This is an antique restaurant. In the lobby, it is full of diners with different expressions. It is already past noon, but the diners have not dispersed. It is because, in this restaurant, a wandering man came today. The storyteller is talking about a dusty past that happened in the distant Great Immortal Realm three hundred years ago: "In other words, since the nine coffins fell that day, now three hundred years, there have been endless cultivation geniuses, generation after generation of amazing talents, Tianyuan The strength of the immortal family is also getting stronger day by day. When they came across the star sea, the wolf was ambitious to occupy Tianyuan's Shenxiao Palace, but now it has been destroyed, and the remaining gods were driven into the sea. The Dojo and the Thirty-Three Heavens are also constantly fighting, and the Thirty-Three Heavens who fought straight were retreating steadily... "
"... Speaking of this, I have to mention the most legendary generation in the past three hundred years!"
When the storyteller reached this point, he slapped the gavel on the table, and said with a smile: "Speaking of heroes, speaking of heroes, in my Tianyuan, the most indispensable thing is heroes. , and now it is even more important to win the entire chess game, the four saints of the Zhuzi Dojo, or the nine saints whose cultivation level reaches the sky, and who have resisted the greatest pressure for thirty-three days in the early stage of this battle, and now they are all me The supreme existence in the eyes of the Tianyuan immortal family, but when it comes to legends, when it comes to legends, we have to say that the thirty-six immortals who rank the highest on the list of gods, the oldest of them are only a thousand years old, but It is already a famous existence in the world!"
"In it, there is the sword master of the Yuan family who blocked millions of masters with a single sword three hundred years ago, Situ Fuyao who pointed at the stars two hundred years ago, and the one hundred and fifty years ago in the Zhuxian formation. Ten in and ten out, the Martial God Lu Fengxian who killed the sea of blood, of course, the Golden Crow Holy Venerable Great Demon Immortal who shocked the world ninety years ago and swallowed a small fairy world... "
"The younger generation of little immortals who have left the name of Tiangang on the list of gods, all have endless legends to write, and they have made great achievements. I am afraid that it will not be enough to talk about it for three days and three nights. There is an interesting thing, it is said that once at a fairy meeting in Zhuzi Daochang, someone once wanted to make a list of immortal names and make merit for these legendary immortals. The second place on the merit list is being fought over and over again, but the first place on the merit list is nominated..."
When the storyteller spoke up to this point, he smiled without saying a word, deliberately keeping it a secret.
Immediately, someone from the diners below shouted, "Is that the Yuan Family Sword Master?"
Someone else objected: "It must be the Fuyao palace master who has three thousand wives and concubines, and one pointing at the stars!"
Someone even raised an objection: "From the words of the master, it can be seen that these recognized people are not. I think it may be the one who haunted the thirty-three days and assassinated all the immortals. He was once chased and killed by the three immortals. The old white-haired Witch Xiao..."
The storyteller took a sip of tea and sighed, "Everyone guessed wrong, that man is a lost hero!"
The diners were slightly condensed when they heard this, and soon someone sighed: "Ah, that's right, that's Song Guichan, the black demon from the Northern Region of Shenzhou. , and finally killed eight hundred enemies, but was suppressed by an immortal..."
Another human said: "It should be the elder of Fuyao Palace who has no way? He was beheaded by the great devil of Beiming because of his disagreement!"
Hearing these discussions, in a seat by the window of this restaurant, a man in black clothes, with a flat breath, seemed like an ordinary person, his face was a bit vicissitudes, but his complexion was like a boy's. Seeming a little lost, he poured a glass full of wine from the huge jar on the table, then spilled it on the ground, and looked out the window in a daze...
"I think it's Xingjun Xiahou. A hundred years ago, he fought with the God King Jiuyou for three days and three nights. He died of exhaustion and died together..."
"Xiahou Xingjun is certainly respectable, but he doesn't seem to be qualified to rank above the Yuan Family Sword Master and the Golden Crow Great Demon Venerable, right?"
In the lobby, however, the discussion was still going on, and no result had yet been reached.
"What do you mean? Xiahou Xingjun just died too early and didn't have the chance to enter the Dojo of the Masters. Otherwise, with his talent, I am afraid that he is no worse than the Yuan Family Sword Saints. You know, he is only 20 years old. When I was young, I once fought against the Nanjiang Ghost King, and survived ten strokes, and he was only at the Golden Core level at that time, do you think he is not talented?"
"Oh, it's just that the Southern Border Ghost King Xicai only dismantled martial arts, took the opportunity to enlighten Xiahou, and didn't use his cultivation to suppress it. Otherwise, the Southern Border Ghost King's cultivation is enough to kill Daluo Jinxian. What do you think? He just took a breath, can Xiahou hold it?"
Seeing that the topic was already biased, the storyteller hurriedly put down the teacup, and said with a wry smile: "Don't argue, don't be upset. The people you mentioned are naturally great heroes and heroes, admired by all ages, but they are not the one I mentioned. , It’s also because the old man didn’t say it clearly enough, the one who was nominated by all the immortals didn’t pass away within the past three hundred years, but three hundred years ago…”
When he said this, the storyteller's tone sank, and he said concentratingly: "At the beginning, it was he who made a big disturbance in the Six Demon Heavens and disrupted the general situation for thirty-three days, making it impossible for thirty-three days or even a hundred years. The real gathering of troops to send troops to the Dojo of the Masters was also when he was in the Six Demon Heavens and suppressed the two distinguished sons of emperors...they were the sons of the Immortal Emperor... This made the Dojo of the Masters at that time have the same status as Thirty-three The capital of Tian Tian's negotiations was him, who took back some fairy pens from Thirty Three Heavens and gave them back to the Zhuzi Dojo, which greatly increased the strength of the Zhuzi Dojo. man, that's the..."
When he said these words, the restaurant was surprisingly quiet.
All the diners were talking to each other, some admired, some disdain, and more people sighed leisurely...
"Sir, I have heard about this man's deeds, and he is indeed a great hero..."
After a long time, someone let out a long sigh, raised his wine glass, and made a toast to the sky.
"That's right, I've also heard people say that there are several portraits hanging in the Daxue Mountain Immortal Palace, and this person is one of them. It is said... It is said that he has done many wrong things back then, but he finally came to his senses and made a stand. After a great achievement, the prodigal son will never change his money..."
"Hmph, why won't the prodigal return the money?"
But just when the diners were discussing, someone suddenly sneered, and the voice overwhelmed everyone, and said coldly: "You are talking about that Fang Mo from three hundred years ago? That is not a good thing, At the beginning when he was in the cultivation world, he did all kinds of evil. He was a street mouse that everyone shouted and beat. In Tianyuan, he once joined the Shenxiao Palace in order to survive. He was chased and killed by others. Later, the Sword Master of the Yuan Family, the Great Sage of the Golden Crow and others went to rescue him for thirty-three days. As a result, his life was near and he was still beheaded. Emperor, I brought back some fairy pens..."
What he said was already a bit harsh, everyone looked sideways, but saw that the one who was talking eloquently was a young man in brocade clothes, with a glance, one could see that his status was noble, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows: "... Heh, he was originally a devil who did all kinds of evil, but he turned out to be a hero among the people. The ignorance of the world is obvious. It's ridiculous!"
Someone heard this, and felt angry in his heart, and said coldly: "This little friend, it is clearly stated in the classics, and he has justified the name of this senior. When he was in Tianyuan, he was fighting for the gods and treasures. Only then pretended to invest in the Shenxiao Palace, and finally made a great contribution, but was wronged and left. This matter has been witnessed by the remnants of the Great Desolation in the Demon Abyss, and it has also been approved by the nine saints. You can say it again. What's the point? Furthermore, the matter of the Six Demon Heavens is also clearly recorded in the ancient books, that is, he gave back the Duxian Pen and suppressed the two emperors, but you are here talking nonsense and slandering your seniors , Is this a bit too much?"
"Hmph, the classics only record what the big shots want you to know, what do you know about the details?"
The young man in brocade clothes sneered and said: "My second uncle once told me that Fang Xing is a big devil at all. It is not an exaggeration to wipe out his soul ten thousand times for the evil things he has done. In the end, he died in the Thirty-three days, that was his creation..."
"Who is your second uncle?"
Someone sneered: "You don't believe what is clearly recorded in the classics, but you believe other people's nonsense?"
In the lobby, there was a lot of discussion for a while, and it seemed chaotic. Most people cast contemptuous glances at the young man in brocade clothes. Gossip and gossip are always the most annoying. Zhan, Nanzhan, everyone naturally has a little more protection for him. In addition, since the nine saints rectified the name of that senior three hundred years ago, he has been revered by countless young monks. There are indeed good and bad legends, but the more so, the more people believe that he is true. The things recorded in the classics have taken root in everyone's hearts. At this time, it is naturally unpleasant to hear someone singing the opposite tune!
"nonsense?"
The brocade-clothed man suddenly changed his expression, looked at the crowd coldly, and shouted: "My second uncle is Xiao Jianzhi who entered the Taoist dojo a hundred years ago, you fools, you have the courage to say what he said Is it nonsense? Do not die?"
As soon as this sentence was uttered, there was no sound in the room, and I don't know how many awe-inspiring eyes looked over.
"Hehe, Xiao Zhiyuan, you're talking nonsense here again..."
But at this moment, there was a faint voice at the door, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a slender and tall young man walking in, and beside him was a lazy male. The lion is very mighty, and everyone he meets hides away. When the young man walked in, he glanced at the Xiao family disciple from a distance, and said with a sneer, "I just heard that someone said here My grandpa Fang's heroic deeds, I came here specially to listen, but I didn't expect that as soon as I got here, I heard you talking nonsense here, hum, the matter of Grandpa Fang, that is the dojo of the nine saints and the masters All the celestial lords recognize it, and it is clearly written in the classics, if you move your lips here and there, can you pour dirty water on the old man?"
In this restaurant, the atmosphere immediately became much more depressed, and everyone turned their eyes to the young man.
"Who is this person, dare to talk to the Xiao family's children like this?"
"Judging from his identity and the lion beside him, he must be a descendant of the Yu family..."
Someone made low-key comments, and quickly guessed the identity of the young man. If there is anyone in this land in the south of Chu who dares to talk to the children of the Xiao family in such a ruthless manner, it is undoubtedly the only one from the Bohai Kingdom. The Yu family is in the same line, and that is also a big family that has been passed down for more than 400 years. The qualifications and background are much stronger than the Xiao family. With the ancestors of the Yu family sitting in the town, even the Xiao family would not dare to persecute them too much. There are even rumors that that senior Fang has been enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Yu family, and is regarded as the "grandfather" by the Yu family!
"Yu Huairou, do you dare to speak to me like this?"
When Xiao Zhiyuan saw the Yu family's children, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a cold voice.
"You are disrespectful to the seniors who have made such great achievements, and you spread rumors to make trouble, can I say no?"
Yu Huairou was not afraid of him at all, she picked a chair and sat down slowly, and answered in a rather stiff tone.
"Hmph, what I said was said by my second grandfather, it is absolutely true!"
Xiao Zhiyuan shouted coldly: "My second grandfather said that he had never seen the statue of the devil in the temple of the Masters Dojo, logically speaking, even if he had never entered the Masters Dojo, as long as he He has made great achievements, and when the prodigal son turns back, the Zhuzi Dojo will also erect his statue, just like Xiahou Xingjun back then. After they all died together, Zhuzi Daochang still included him in the roster, and the devil, hum, if he... "
"Hmph your uncle..."
Yu Huairou sneered, and directly interrupted his words: "How do you know that Grandfather Fang is not accepted in the Zhuzi Taoist Temple, or Grandpa Fang is not planning to enter? People like you are the ones I hate the most. I don't know where I heard it from." One is guessed by your second grandfather, and the other is actually written in the classics. Which one do you think is credible? I really think that singing against others here will appear to be the world You are all drunk and you are awake alone? Does it look like you are a pure and flawless white lotus? Stop making trouble, Brother Xiao, maybe not everyone in the world is drunk, but you are as shameless as a clown, respect your seniors, yes... "
These sarcasm and sarcasm made Xiao Zhiyuan's face extremely gloomy.
But Yu Huairou was relaxed, she threw it in front of the storyteller, and it turned out to be a gold ingot of twelve taels, with her legs crossed, she said with a smile: "Old man just keep talking, use all your strength, I can never tire of hearing the stories of that grandfather Fang!"
"this… "
Mr. Storyteller was in a bit of a dilemma, but the gold ingot made him tempted, but the Xiao family was not easy to offend!
"Yu Huairou, what I hate the most is your broken mouth..."
At this moment, Xiao Zhiyuan's face changed greatly, his face was full of anger, and he shouted at Yu Huairou.
"Hey, you hate having a fart, but my ancestors just like it, saying that I have the style of Fangzu..."
Complacent, Yu Huairou said with a smile.
"You... hum!"
Xiao Zhiyuan stood up, and said with a sneer: "You, Mrs. Yu, want to make offerings to that devil, I won't say anything, that's your own business, but you are disrespectful to my second grandfather, I can't tolerate you Now, speaking of it, we haven't competed for a long time!"
When these words came out, there was already a hint of murderous intent.
After hearing this, Yu Huairou's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "Want to do it? I, Young Master Yu, are still afraid that you won't succeed?"
The murderous intent was on the verge of breaking out, and everyone in the lobby was terrified and wanted to sneak out quietly, fearing that the fish in the pond would be harmed, but the man in black was smiling at this moment, looking at the young master of the Yu family. After taking a look, he nodded in satisfaction, then leaned against the window, crossed his legs, and held the wine jar in his arms, looking as if he was ready to watch a good show...
"Xiao Family Iron Eagle Sword..."
Xiao Zhi looked at Yu Huairou from afar, without saying a word for a long time, and after holding it for a long time, he suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword light slashed out like a horse, and that sword light actually transformed into a fierce beast in the air. The giant eagle swept over, tearing the tables and chairs in the lobby to pieces, and with an extremely ferocious cry, the giant eagle arrived in front of Yu Huairou in the blink of an eye!
"Gangguan Baoxiang!"
But Yu Huairou remained calm, until the giant eagle rushed in front of him, suddenly, with a deep shout, behind him, mana surged violently, and turned into a ferocious wild boar, which was similar to Yu Huairou's. The rather handsome appearance is not similar at all, but he is walking in a fierce and unparalleled way. With a bang, he collided with the iron eagle transformed from sword light...
clatter...
The gloomy light that was annihilated directly rolled out to the surroundings, and the diners in the hall were so frightened that they cried and called their mothers!
But no matter what, the two young masters acted reasonably and did not affect everyone. The momentum looked fierce, but there was no real killing intent. After the huge light came on, Yu Huairou, the young master of the Yu family, suddenly rushed out , the wild boar spirit behind him showed a fierce look, and bumped into Xiao Zhiyuan, the young master of the Xiao family. The young master of the Xiao family was startled, and the sword suddenly changed. But it was Yisong, who was unable to respond in time, and Yu Sui slapped him on the chest!
"Karala..."
Xiao Zhiyuan flew upside down and crashed into a wall, coughing up blood.
"Haha, brother Xiao Shi, your cultivation has not improved much..."
Yu Huairou laughed loudly, looking very proud, and slowly brushed off his clothes, the lion beside him also let out a low growl.
"Yu... Huairou, you...you remember it for me!"
Xiao Zhiyuan fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but his strength was exhausted, and he fell down again. Beside him, a servant came to help him, but he slapped him to the ground, and he suppressed the confusion in his heart The rush of blood slowed down, and I saw how many people around me looked at me gloatingly, their faces were dull, so I couldn't stay here any longer, so I sternly said harsh words to Yu Huairou, Then, clutching his chest, he walked slowly to the distance, unable to even use the effort to lift his breath!
"It's so boring to say this every time..."
Yu Huairou sneered complacently, and ignored him, seeing that the restaurant was almost rotten, so naturally he couldn't listen to the book, so he threw an ingot of gold to the shopkeeper hiding behind the counter, then stretched out his hand, and took the book The storyteller, who was about to sneak out against the wall, grabbed him and said with a smile: "Don't go, you have already collected my gold, so you have to talk about it for a while, go around, change to a restaurant, find a place with a lot of people Go ahead, you have worked hard enough, talk more exciting, and I will reward you with gold later... "
Having said that, he turned his head inadvertently, but was slightly taken aback.
He only remembered that there was a man in black sitting by the window, when he and Xiao Zhiyuan fought, the man was very calm, which made him a little admired, and he wanted to make friends with him, but it didn't happen, at this moment The window was empty and there was no one there.
"Could it be that I'm delusional?"
He thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.
"Yu Huairou, I... I'm going to kill you sooner or later..."
"I... my second grandfather is coming back soon, and then I must ask him to help me vent my anger!"
Xiao Zhiyuan was seriously injured, couldn't hold on, and didn't want to fall in front of others, so he forced himself into a narrow alley, wanting to adjust his breath for a while, and then hire a carriage to take him home. He just hated that arrogant Yu Huairou kept cursing, but as soon as she entered the narrow alley, she felt her eyes darken, she raised her head subconsciously, and saw a man in black standing in front of her!
The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of him, as if covering the light from the sky and the earth.
"You... who are you?"
Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly startled, subconsciously feeling a little scared, and asked in a low voice.
"who I am?"
The man sneered, and turned around slowly. It was just a slight movement, and in Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes, it seemed as if the world was spinning upside down. It actually made him feel a little dizzy. When he woke up At that moment, the palm of the man in black was already pinching his neck, and then he only heard a voice ringing in his ears, and his heart was filled with fear!
"You scolded me for a long time and asked who I am?"
With a sound of "click", Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes straightened...
When the servants of Xiao's family searched into this alley and saw Xiao Zhiyuan's body, he saw that his face was full of unjust fear, and his eyes had become dry, but in that Deep in the pupils, you can still see endless regrets...