Great Thousand Robbers

On the tenth day of October, the year is broken, the fierce gods should be taboo, and the meridian and noon are in opposition.

Thunderstorms fell from the sky, heavy rain poured down, washed the streets, flooded the courtyards, and the major inns were overcrowded.

Along with the thunder and rain, shouts and shouts came from the closed door, and the whole world became noisy for a while.

The lights inside the door were dim. I don't know if it was the rainstorm in late autumn, or because there were too many people and too crowded, so that most people in the lobby of the inn were shirtless, showing their swollen and strong muscles.

Sweat was still dripping down the muscles, and the whole room looked dull and filled with a sour smell.

But everyone didn't care. Everyone looked excited and stared at the high platform in front of them.

On the high platform, a thin, white-haired old man was telling stories with great emotion.

Rainy nights are torrential, drinking, eating meat, and listening to books is a great joy in the world!

"Speaking of this battle, the mountains and rivers were overturned, the universe was shattered, most of the void in the world of the suspended six islands was shattered, and chaos emerged. If it weren't for the protection of the two sacred artifacts, the Crown of the Human Emperor and the Yin-Yang Sun Platform, Gu Que and the others have long been wiped out."

"It's just that life and death are determined, and wealth and honor are in the sky. It seems that everything is arranged in the dark. It was a time of despair. Suddenly, Sima Yongheng, the owner of the Eternal Sacred Mountain, used five stealing rulers to break through the barriers of the world of the six islands. , opened up a space channel, and ordered the other five masters of the holy mountain to carry the soul of the holy mountain to kill the world of the six islands, form a big formation of the holy mountain Liuhe, seal the world, the earth, the heavens and the earth, and kill the terrible baby in the sky Imprisonment!"

The old man's tone seemed to have witnessed it with his own eyes, and his expression was extremely in place. Accompanied by the thunder in the sky and the rain at night, everyone was fascinated by it.

"Good! Well said! Reward!"

"The old man is good! I have been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and when it comes to storytelling, I will convince you!"

"Reward! If you just praise but don't give money, then you're playing hooligans!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and the noise became even louder for a while, and as the old man spread the white fan in his hand, the field suddenly fell into silence.

The old man's eyes were deep and his white hair was gray. Looking at the people around him, he suddenly said: "But the so-called world events have always been very dramatic. If it weren't for this, the story would not be exciting. Gu Que never imagined that in this most critical period , that Western Paradise Supreme, God’s concubine Maggie, unexpectedly rebelled suddenly, shattering the soul of God’s Holy Mountain, completely shattering the Heavenly Formation of the Holy Mountain, and the sky hanging on the island, unstoppable.”

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but gasped.

"What's next?"

A little girl couldn't help asking, and everyone shouted together.

The old man said with a smile: "The so-called planning through the ages has never slackened. How could Sima Eternal's wisdom be placed in the hands of others? When the womb of the sky and the current of the Milky Way descended at the same time, the white tiger who had been dormant for a long time The sage and the prophet Gu Gen opened the springs of heaven and earth, using the pulse of the earth, to wrath against the sky, reverse the desperate situation, survive from the dead, block the wrath of the sky, submerge the hanging island in the sky, and everything came to an end."

Everyone was breathing heavily when they heard it, and all the quacks stared wide-eyed.

But the little girl couldn't help but said: "Isn't there more in the back?"

The old man smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, the great immortal came and protected the cultivators present, and Gu Que's decades of hard work will finally make his dream come true."

Having said that, he paused slightly, looked at the crowd, grinned and said, "It's just that the one who came back to life was not his long-awaited wife, but the founder of the Goddess Palace, Tianji!"

Everyone was in an uproar, the old man waved his white fan, his expression became solemn, and there seemed to be a different temperament in his eyes, as if he could see through the past and present.

Everyone looked at him, but he did lower his head and sigh, and said in a heavy tone: "However, on the road to the supreme, you must establish the supreme ambition, go through thousands of hardships, go through hundreds of reincarnations, forge your heart, and work hard. Muscles and bones. This is the greatness of the strong, not only their strength, but also their will."

All the Jianghu men present were fascinated by what they said, and they deeply agreed with what they said. Suddenly, some people were ashamed and wept bitterly.

"Reward! I won't make any money on this dart trip, so I must reward you!"

One person yelled out, and countless people responded and yelled.

And the old man laughed again, his eyes deepened, and he said: "Some people complain about others, some lament the untimely birth, some use talent as an excuse, and some say that the world is difficult. Prosperity and prosperity can stand out, so why? The so-called shame and then courage, no shame, how can we talk about loftiness?"

Everyone nodded, and the old man went on to say: "Therefore, Gu Que has the highest ambition. He has worked hard for decades, fighting and fighting, but in the end it is a bamboo basket to fetch water. That day, he burst into tears and hissed silently. Finally, his heart was broken and his shackles were broken. The shackles, the realm retreats, and falls down!"

Everyone sighed, and a strong man couldn't help shaking his head and said: "Oh! Senior Gu Que is really a hero! When I was young, I heard that he was in the state of extinction, dealing with emperors, fighting for battle in anger, and fighting for power. Killing the dragon, the majestic appearance spread far and wide. Now for more than forty years, I am also 50 years old, but I don’t know where he has gone.”

"That's right. Back then, I also heard that there were such heroes in the world. That's why I abandoned literature and turned to martial arts. It's a pity that my talent is limited, and it's not a talent that can be made. Now for more than forty years, it's worth living and dying."

A white-robed man shook his head and sighed bitterly, and continued: "Gu Que is indeed a legend of our generation. Every time I practice hard and can't hold on, just think about Gu Que's pursuit of Xuanyuanchen, the prince of the protoss, for [-] miles. , Forcibly beheading him in front of the Tiangong gate, how heroic and bloody it is!"

"I really hope that the hero will not grow old and will always be our guiding light!"

The old man smiled, looked at everyone present, and said with emotion: "After all, the legend is already a legend. For you, what matters to you is not his life, but his spirit."

There was a sudden silence in the room, and the girl asked again: "So is he still alive? Where did he go? It's been ten years since that battle!"

Everyone looked at the old man, but the old man nodded and said: "He is alive, and he is in your hearts."

This answer obviously disappointed the little girl, she shook her head and said, "I want to know where he is, and I'm going to find him."

Speaking of this, a different kind of brilliance appeared in her eyes, squinting and said: "He is the person I admire the most!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"Little girl, you might as well follow me! I don't have any skills, but I'm still good to people."

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone started joking, but the old storyteller looked at the script in his hand, it turned out to be blank without a single word.

There was an indescribable depression on his face, while the surroundings were indescribably lively.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, the little girl blushed, and hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, I...I just worship him, I..."

Maybe it was because she was not good at speaking, or maybe she was too nervous, she stuttered and couldn't explain clearly, so she couldn't help stamping her feet violently.

And another young man in white stood up, squinting his eyes and said: "Little girl, I think you dare to walk the rivers and lakes at a young age, and you are not afraid of meeting bad people? Why don't you go with your brother and take care of each other!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's shoulder with his big hand.

The girl frowned, easily avoided, shook her head and said, "I suggest you don't ask for trouble, I didn't come here to fight people like you."

The young man in white was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said, "It turns out that he has some skills! Hey! There is also a sword on his waist, do you want to draw it out and show it to everyone?"

The girl said: "No, my sword is not for viewing. My father said that the sword must be stained with blood when it is unsheathed."

The young man in white laughed loudly and said, "Wow! When you come out to wander the world, you still talk about your father. You are so naive, little girl! Come on, brother, I will try your swordsmanship today. I will teach you well."

While speaking, he grabbed with his right hand and went directly towards the girl's chest.

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and the lightning made the ground pale. After the rumbling, there was a shrill scream.

Amidst the screams, blood flowed all over the ground. Everyone changed their colors and looked down, only to see that it was a palm!

The young man in white was twitching on the ground, no one was watching him now, and everyone looked at the girl in horror.

The girl's sword was still on her waist, as if she hadn't moved it, and there was no trace of panic in her eyes. It was obviously not the first time she had hurt someone.

"What a fast sword! Unsheathed, cut hands, sheathed, as fast as lightning, in an instant!"

A big man said in a deep voice, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.

And another person said seriously: "So young, but with such a fast sword, it seems that there is only one person in the world!"

"You would rather not regret! Shenzhou would rather not regret!"

Hearing this name, everyone's face changed, and they couldn't help but backed away again.Of course the people present have heard of this name, Ning Buhui, this person's family is mysterious, I don't know where he came from, but he is the most famous swordsman in the mainland in recent years.

With fast and silent sword skills, at the age of 19, she was easily escaped from the siege of several strong men at the pinnacle of Nirvana. Unexpectedly, she came here!

One person suddenly said: "Are you here to participate in the October [-]th Holy Land Martial Arts?"

Ning Buhui nodded, and said, "There are still five days left for the Holy Land Martial Arts Festival, I'm afraid I'm not the only one here to participate?"

The big man said: "Many people want to participate, but you are one of the favorites to win the championship, little girl, everyone underestimates you."

While everyone was talking, the old storyteller on the stage did indeed raise his mouth slightly, and looked at the audience with turbid and deep eyes.

It turns out that it has been ten years, and it turns out that this child is the descendant of an old friend.

The old storyteller closed the notebook in his hand, bent his body, and was about to pick up the silver coins on the plate in front of him.

This is his source of life.

An old man without descendants, of course needs money to maintain his life.

He has lived like this for three years.

And what about the previous seven years?

He shook his head slightly, seven years seems to have done a lot of things.