Best Evil Emperor

Chapter 194
As soon as the old man mentioned the sect of Taoyuan Palace, he continued slowly: "It is said that the Twelve Maps of Lingbo fell in Guan County 300 years ago, and there was a businessman named Chen Youlai who sold rice there. In the coming year, he was forty, but he had not yet taken a wife. Once he delivered goods to the gate of a neighboring county. Because Guan County was separated from there by a mountain peak, he transported ten bags of rice and went there alone with a cart. Huya Mountain is the only mountain leading from Guan County to neighboring counties."

Damn it, this old man really has a way of whetting his appetite. He paused again when he said this, and picked up the wine bowl slowly, but this time he drank it all in one gulp. The big bowl drank upside down, and now all the guests in the audience were so anxious that they couldn't bear to go up and cut the old man alive, but he might be the only one who knew the twelve pictures of Lingbo, and these guests had to hold back. , I secretly observed the guests around here, and found that many of them possess high-strength martial arts. Of course, I turned on the internal force detection at this time.

Originally, I didn't want to use internal force to detect this trick, but I was too curious, especially these people around, I know they are all here for the Twelve Maps of Lingbo, there must be many masters in it, I really didn't expect My investigation turned out to be just as I expected. These people are indeed not ordinary people.

But I have doubts in my mind again. If this is the case, then there are few people from this town among these people. I am sure that many of the people sitting here are from other places. The old man of Daoist Wang talked about Lingbo Twelve Pictures.

That being the case, I am even more puzzled, so in this way, isn't the local population less?So where have all these local people gone? Is it true that this town is haunted and forced all those people to move out of here?
The more I thought about it, the more dizzy I became. When I was thinking about it, the old man spoke again. He drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp and continued: "After Chen Youlai entered Hutou Mountain, it was completely dark before he knew it, because He has been walking on mountain trails for a long time, and he knows the terrain of Hutou Mountain very well, so even though it was dark, he could still find the direction to go on. At night, he was too sleepy, so he wanted to find a familiar grassland to rest. But who knew that at this time he saw something that shouldn't appear."

The old man seemed to be a drunkard, and he had to drink every time he said a word, but there was no wine in his bowl at this time. I carefully observed the old man's clothes, and it seemed that he did not look like a rich man, but he had a few She looks like a hermit, dressed in plain clothes, and the clothes have a sense of freedom, which reminds me of a word: free and easy.

Live freely and freely, this kind of life is the happiest thing in life. In fact, I am very yearning for the life of freedom, doing whatever I want, and doing whatever I want. It seems that this old man is that kind of person, eating, drinking and having fun all day long , a natural and unrestrained person who travels in mountains and rivers.

But at this time the old man stopped talking, which made everyone present a little dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to express it. I don't know if they were afraid that the old man would stop talking, or if they were afraid of the old man himself. There are also quite a few people with superb martial arts, if you really want to get something out of the old man's mouth about the Twelve Figures of Lingbo, you don't need to hold back your anger here. It's over.

But no one dared to touch this old man. Let me recall, Wang Daochang, I have never heard of this name. It’s no wonder that I also heard the names of the powerful people in the world from hearsay, so I don’t know. Many famous people are also normal. If I guess correctly, this Wang Daoist has a lot of background, and everyone present knows his identity, otherwise they would not tolerate him so much.

Who is this old man?This made me suspicious again.

Although they were dissatisfied, all the guests present did not dare to comment on the old man's sudden stop. It seemed that they were all used to the old man's style. He came out from the small door next to the side counter, and he brought a bigger bowl of fine wine and a few dishes in his hand, and then brought them to the old man's table respectfully, and then said with a smile: "The king Long, this is your food and drink, please use it slowly."

He actually used honorific words. It seems that this old man is very popular here. Why do I think so, because I can tell from his accent that he is not a local, but a person from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I am in the palace. I have talked with many servants, and I have a good memory, so I can distinguish the accents of many places at once.

And although I have never met the locals in this ghost town, I guess the accent is not much different from the residents of Wangde Town, so I believe that the Wang Taoist is not a local, but seeing that he is so popular here, he can afford it On the table, it seems that he does have some real skills.

These days are not like my previous life, where the rich, powerful and powerful are the big brothers. In this era, as long as you have excellent martial arts skills and a little reputation in the world, people will inexplicably respect you.

This is also the truth of the strong and the weak.

When the old man saw that the waiter brought the wine, he didn't say much. He only took a small bite of a piece of fish from one of the dishes with his chopsticks, and drank a mouthful of wine. Then he let out a long sigh and praised: "Chen The fragrance of Nian'erhong wine really lives up to its reputation, it really made me drink it so happily."

After he praised the good wine in the bowl, he looked at everyone, and his thoughts drifted to the distance again, as if he was recalling. After a while, he continued: "This Chen Youlai is an expert in the forest. It was as easy as walking at a flat pace, and he knew Huya Mountain better, but when he walked to the grassland he usually went to, he was a little stunned, because a pavilion popped up there at some point, and there was a young man inside. The woman is playing a piece of music, Chen Youlai is Yamano Lufu, naturally he can't understand the mystery of this piece, he just thinks it sounds good, but he doesn't know that the sound quality of twelve pieces of music is heard at the same time in that simple piece. "

As soon as the old man finished speaking, on a table a little far away from him, a gentle and handsome young man smiled and said: "It seems to the Taoist priest that you are really drunk, how can anyone in this world be able to play at the same time?" If there are twelve types of music, this is simply impossible.”

I also have a lot of research on music. When the old man said this, I also found it funny. Just imagine how a person has only one pair of hands. How can ten fingers play twelve different tunes on the same instrument at the same time? Come out, it's simply unbelievable.

But as soon as I thought of this level, I immediately thought of the scene when Xiaoyue played the colorful cloud and butterfly shadow, and I was stunned. In fact, it is not impossible to do this. There is only one possibility, and that is the player's music It is not the fingers used, but the meridians used
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