Afterwards, he became a storyteller and wandered the world of mortals, taking this opportunity to find the answer to this mystery.
Because he was a storyteller.
And he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Under the full moonlight, the wind was gentle and the bamboo shadows swayed. A woman came out of the forest, her steps were as light as a lotus flower, and she slowly walked forward.
Ling Langya had never felt so happy since leaving his hometown. When he got out of the taboo and fierce land, most of the people he met were like Yang Dawei, people who were difficult to get along with even though they were beast hunters. It's not like the narrator and the waiter, who seem to be able to make friends with them. There seems to be no similarity between one person and another, and the narrator's words are unpredictable, and that's true. Thinking about the narrator, he suddenly felt like he didn't know them very well.
The old scholar asked, "Have you decided yet?"
But the narrator didn't mind at all, still telling vividly about a hundred years ago, during the Fengwu ceremony, the legendary figure from the Li and Tang era, who was known to the world as the wolf knight. Thang Mu Zibai, broke into the festival while drunk, danced his sword and ascended the Phoenix Gate, a heroic act made famous throughout the world by a poem.
“Is she okay?” the woman asked.
Yang Dawei was immediately frightened, touched the scar on his face from right to left, and said in panic: "It's really you! The one who broke my brother's face!" Seeing his younger brother seriously injured, he panicked even more.
Ling Langya said: "I thought you wouldn't come back."
Wang Shi smelled the faint fragrance, his pale eyebrows could not help but frown slightly, his figure gradually became illusory, then his right hand turned into a palm, he stepped forward to catch it, the back of his hand touched the tree. whip, tinged with a trace of darkness.
Wang Shi sighed: "Unexpectedly, you will come."
Everyone listened, each with their own thoughts, then suddenly silence.
Ling Langya slowly walked to the stone bridge, letting the drops of water from the waterfall fall on his face, cooling his face, and his long dress flowed down like a white drop of water from the waterfall.
He has fantasies in his heart, and perhaps the deepest secret is also a taboo. Well, there's no better place to bury secrets than the Forbidden Lands.
Before Yang Mingmu could finish his sentence, he took the opportunity to grab Yang Dawei's long knife, then ran quickly, slashed out, the knife was shining like practice, flying straight towards the narrator, with a strong spirit. agile and ferocious. completely crushed Yang Xiaowu's attack level.
"If it's true, what will be the result if it's exposed?"
Although she didn't know why the person in front of her was like that, Lang Lang Nha still felt a warmth rising in her heart. This feeling of being protected was so good, it made him instinctively want to protect himself when he saw the situation in front of him.
Ling Langya is now gradually aware of the dangers in the world, and he doesn't want to mention the past too much, he just said: "In the past, someone taught me, but he left and didn't teach me how to do it. I thought, now I'm no different from an orphan", although I didn't say much, the sadness was still there in my heart.
It didn't matter that he was complaining, but it surprised the three people at the next table. The two men and one woman at the next table were also wearing red clothes, with long swords on their shoulders. The difference was that the left shoulder had no embroidered pattern. One of them suddenly made a sound, slightly drunk, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I heard that you were robbed of alcohol in the forbidden suburbs?"
However, that was hundreds of years ago.
This general has a short stature and a childish face, but his facial expression is very serious and domineering. He wore gilded armor and carried a giant sword as tall as his body, which further accentuated his short stature.
The narrator gently waved his hand, walked to the center, looked at the five people in front of him, and said: "Old acquaintance, long time no see. How are you?"
Ah Fu stood in front of Ling Langya, and it was an act of helplessness, if trouble broke out and pots and bowls were broken, in the end he would definitely be the one to clean up the mess, if someone died, he may have to suffer the consequences. The homeowner was scolded and even thrown into an ancient well to pray.
Louzhu Hong was so excited that he couldn't hold it with his hands, and the wine bowl fell to the ground with a cracking sound. He immediately stepped onto the platform, walked to Ling Langya, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and asked tremblingly: "Do you know an old man dressed in white with a white beard and eyebrows?"
The old beggar smiled and said: "Old devil, wait for me. Now that we are out of trouble, let's go to Thanh Phong town first, get drunk, and wipe away the dust for you." The Taoist monk was next to him, and the two quickly caught up.
Five people looked at Wang Shi's back when he turned around, and they were all touched by his actions.