Ling Langya smiled and said: "Hu Xu? You don't have a long beard, and you have a lot of knowledge."
Because they all knew that if Wang Shi kept his promise on this trip, he would be close to death.
Although Ling Langya didn't know what would happen, he didn't want to cause trouble in the building, and he was afraid of hurting the waiter, so he slightly agreed.
——Hu Bu Shuo·"Red Dust Encounter·The Legend of Ling Lang Ya"
Seeing someone suddenly interfering in this matter, the six hunters chose to stop and retreat, discovering that they did not know Lang Lang Nha, but they did know a few of them.
"Right now, the only thing I care about is Ya'er. He was lonely and miserable, all because of a mistake in my mind, and eventually became a taboo to the world. I kept him He is here without telling the truth to the world. I like him. He is naturally intelligent, and he is known to me. Unfortunately, he has never retreated from the world. The world is dangerous. dangerous and the outcome is unpredictable. What's more, he's just like you and me. He's a lover, these past few years I've been doing it on purpose. If you stay away from him, why aren't you afraid of falling too deep?"
The white ape heard that, his eyes were red, and he silently swallowed his saliva. It gently put Ling Langya down, knelt down on both knees, bowed three times to the old man, cried, picked him up again, walked towards the corridor on the left side of the cave, turning back every three steps.
Ling Langya waved his hand again and said: "No way, I don't even know what money is, what this hard work is, it's probably the same as money, but I don't have it. If I had it, I don't need to say I'm drinking, so I have to deal with it myself."
He had seen the face under the veil countless times, but now he could no longer see her face.
Master Hong seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in front of Ling Langya, bowed deeply and said: "Little brother, pretend I never asked."
Ah Fu carelessly took out a coin from his chest, gave it to Ling Langya and said: "This is money. All the money in the world is made of gold, silver and copper. If you want money, you can take it with your skills." " Ah Fu talked about the good and bad sides of money, as if he was afraid that he couldn't explain it clearly.
The old man paid no attention to the storyteller and continued to chant: "In ancient prehistoric times, endless legends, twelve ancestral treasures, three teachings and nine streams maintained the inheritance, five ghost emperors did not care. " heaven and earth, and Yama of the ten temples that have not broken up, two demon gods ready to fight each other, guardian gods competing for mutual benefit, and twelve star fields looking for angels, East and West meet, and hell gather together. Unsolved mystery, who is the original sin?
The four of them stopped at Wang Shi's original position, looked at each other, their eyebrows furrowed and their expressions became more serious.
The moon was bright in the sky, the moon shone down on the clear stream, the gurgling stream, reflecting his reflection on the stone bridge, his shirt whiter and more beautiful than snow.
In other words, he's been here too.
The narrator wore a satin red brocade shirt, his face was pale as if he had no blood. Although he was in his prime, there were ups and downs between his eyebrows and eyes. Between three long beards, he uttered a deep voice. deep. and melodious voice, the right hand occasionally shakes the white paper fan, the left hand occasionally holds the black Xingmu and pats it gently, while raising his hand and raising his eyebrows, he recounts the ups and downs of the story, which is fascinating and lasting. .
But he asked himself that he did not have any evil intentions, and he stepped up cautiously relying on his skills.
Let's talk about this time, it is Guiyue season, high autumn and fresh air, clear wind and light clouds. At this time, it was almost dusk, the setting sun turned golden, layers of clouds covered the sky, thick brush strokes and thick ink painted a splendid picture across the sky.
Sometimes, there will always be such people who, after determining something, just move forward without asking whether it's worth it or not.
The old man pondered for a moment and said: "Unification of the Three Paths, overthrowing the Seven Dynasties, what do you think?"
When Yang Xiaowu discovered that the wine was stolen when he was on the outskirts of the taboo and fierce place he fought with Ling Langya, he knew that he was extremely fast and difficult to capture, Best time, so first attack.
"I really don't know what money is." Lang Lang Nha shrugged and answered honestly. He was pushed away by A Phuc, gradually approached the door, turned and left.
It's really stupid, all living things pass through the years, no one has much to say. The life of a storyteller is nothing more than an experience. The so-called storytelling is just a joke, so what's the point?
But now, when he stood outside the Qingfeng building, looked inside, saw the lobby full of guests, smelled the aroma of wine and meat, Wu Tang Temple was preparing to move, and on the stage in the middle of the lobby, a the man in the satin red brocade robe was on the stage telling the story happily, I couldn't help but think of the time I sat on the blue stone listening to the story, and I couldn't help but be fascinated by listening to it moment, and stood outside the door in a daze.
Ling Langya used both hands to grip the long sword, turned to the right, pulled hard and quickly let go. Duong Tieu Vu could not help but fall forward according to the force's inertia. While rushing, Ling Langya quickly raised his right leg and kicked Yang Xiaowu hard in the chest.
The old man was silent, finally waved his hand and said: "Nothing."
Ling Langya was pushing and pulling Ah Fu, when suddenly he saw a white light rushing towards him, he suddenly grabbed Ah Fu's shoulder, turned around forcefully, used his footsteps to spin, and the two Change position immediately. There was only a cracking sound, the wine bottle broke into pieces and fell to the ground, the remaining wine splashed on Lang Lang Gia's back, dripping along the white dress.