"Since many old seniors lived in seclusion one after another, the word "Jianghu" has become dim. In the battle of Burial Dragon Valley, the biggest failure in the history of the Zhao Jian family. Not to mention whether they can recover this face, and whether they can restore their previous glory is also a difficult task."

Storyteller Ah San’s mouth has never been afraid of gods and Buddhas. From border wars to major events in the world, to trivial matters, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, it is precisely because of his mouth that many things in Yangzhou City are no longer afraid to raise prices.

Since then, there have been people in Yangzhou City: not only women with poisonous tongues, but also those with poisonous tongues are the storytellers. This picture can make people laugh, but also make people who are popular, and they can relieve their anger. Sometimes he will also provide some help to make you scold him.

A San is not another storyteller. He lives by looking at a mouth, and the whim of those listeners. He also has a pair of scues that others don’t have. His speed is much faster than others.

People in the world walk on the world, so what is the world?

Jianghu does not refer to a certain river or stream, nor is it a big Yangtze River. Jianghu is just a synonym. Anyone who has heard of A San’s storytelling knows that this guy is a martial arts expert, and his martial arts are not low.

Even if someone punches twice, it is difficult to leave injuries. Even if it is difficult to leave injuries, not everyone's random shots are like this. There are always some people who deliberately come to the door and will come to cause trouble at this time.

Ah San has already lost the third wave of people on this day, and there was a fourth wave of people behind him. Unlike those before, there were only two people in this fourth wave of people. They did not have weapons on their bodies, and they were not very skilled.

Asan turned around unexpectedly and looked at the two people behind him, because he ran very fast along the way, and the two people behind him were struggling to chase him, and he was breathing heavily at this time.

"So it's you two, you are already married, why are you still so weak?"

The ones following behind were Guo Yunjie and Guo Yuntong, who had been talking about books in Yangzhou City. He had no fixed place to stay in the three caves, and sometimes he would go to the tavern under Fang Er's name to tell books, and he also had an impression of the two of them.

"Master, my master asked me to come here and ask the third master to come to the mansion to discuss it. This is an invitation."

At this time, Guo Yuntong was no longer the child he used to be, especially the incidents that happened in the border wars in recent years and Yangzhou City, which made him experience more and more things. Although he was a little younger, his mind was no longer the child he used to be.

"Yijianmen, it turns out it's Xiaobai. I will be there on time. You two will go back."

Asan accepted the post and turned around and fell into the crisscrossing alley with his light skills.

"You two shouldn't always follow me. I've said so many times that I won't go to places like Yijianmen. Do you want me to attack you juniors?"

Qiushan, who had already walked more than a dozen alleys, finally couldn't stand it. He originally thought that he could use his light skills to get rid of the two people behind him. Although one of them had a little less light skills, it was not so easy to get rid of him in the horizontal part of the house. But Du Lin showed that his familiarity with Yangzhou City made him feel inferior.

If he wanted to take action, not to mention that Chen Feng did not carry his gun, he would be unreasonable to attack the two juniors, and he did not fall into consideration.

"The second master has already answered the post, why don't you go again?"

Du Lin asked in confusion. Leng Xiaobai asked them to deliver the post, but did not say that this person was so difficult to invite him back. He just told them that these people were all friends, and if they sent the post, they would definitely come to him for his sake.

"Why should I go? Did he think he could use a sword gate to invite me for granted? It was ridiculous. Time could not erase the traces that had appeared. I remember all the stupid things he had done clearly."

Qiushan said viciously. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Chen Feng and Du Lin turned around and left. The post was still in Qiushan's hands. Since it had been delivered to him, the rest of the matter was no longer what they needed to do.

"I don't know what their post is intended for when sent by Yijianmen."

The scene on Longshou Peak is very different from before. Longshou Peak is no longer bare. Except for the main road, various different trees have been planted in other places. Ten people left by the boss have divided Longshou Peak into twelve areas. Except for Longshou Peak and Longshou Slope, everyone has a place to practice.

In the third year after taking over ten apprentices, the boss Yu Luo Fangmo got married. On that day, Luo Fangmo covered her red veil and did not change into the mask that only the Thousand-faced Rakshasa Rakshasa had. The only one who saw her true face was the boss who was as famous as her.

"I haven't seen anything like this in five years, and I really miss you when I see it now."

Luo Fangmo took the post from Yijianmen from his boss. The post was on the black bottom, with a white sword in the middle, and the word Leng Mansion directly below the sword. This is a post from Leng Mansion.

"I went to the city some time ago and heard that Mrs. Leng Er was about to give birth. I think it was this time recently. It seems that we were going to have a wedding banquet."

When it comes to wine, the boss looks at the table on Longshou Peak. The two pots of wine on it have been there five years ago, and the ten tea bowls used by ten apprentices are there, but the things inside have long disappeared with the scorching sun in the cold winter.

"This should be their second child. The days in the future will definitely be more lively. Our mountain is deserted."

The boss had something to say. Although the two of them had become kisses, they had never had sex once in five years. The boss was also a man in his forties. When he thought of Luo Fangmo's young and indifferent face, he was always a little sour.

Qingjingguan is divided into two courtyards, front and back. The owner of Qingjingguan often moves in the front yard to receive the pilgrims who come here, while the little monk always stays in the back yard. Although he doesn't have to do anything complicated, it seems that he is used to it. When he falls into the hands of others, he always feels that some things are not right.

The Taoist priest with pockmarks on his face brought two people to the backyard. He first bowed to the young Taoist priest, and then said.

"Uncle Master, these two people said they wanted to see you."

The little Taoist priest stopped the broom in his hand and looked at the two people in front of him who were not familiar with him. What he asked him to look up and pay attention to was the post held by Tang Feng, which had the unique mark of the sword gate on it.

Everyone thought that the unique mark of Yijianmen was the white sword inside. The little Taoist priest saw the black spell outside. The black spell represented the Qingjingguan, or to be precise, the old Taoist priest who was Qingjingguan.

"Stay things, you guys go back."

Tang Feng and Jiang Yi were not stuck. When they left, they saw a person waving to them in the side door, and then stopped.
Chapter completed!