Chapter 155

"Nemesis?"

The young girl's beautiful eyes turned, glanced over Guo fan reluctantly again and asked, "the magic knives are invincible in the world, and what nemesis can you meet?"

"This..."

The storyteller smiled gently and didn't hurry to interface. Instead, he slowly picked up the tea on the table in front of him and took a sip.

"Storyteller, just accept it!"

On the opposite table, several young people shouted, "the silver for the childe just now can't fill your appetite?"

"Forget it."

A young man in a yellow robe with gold border smiled and shook his hand and threw out more than a dozen pieces of big money.

"Here, go on!"

"Aggressive!"

When the big money fell on the table, it didn't bounce, but made a sound on the ground and heard a dull sound.

This is a very exquisite technique of exerting strength. It's a small achievement to display the person's internal power and cultivation.

"What a thousand hand sleeve dart, young master Gao, good means."

All the spectators with high eyesight immediately cheered loudly, and the young people on the table also complimented one after another.

"Ha ha..."

Childe Gao laughed. His eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep Guo fan and Baoqin: "it's just a small means. I don't dare to praise you."

"Storyteller, go on!"

"Hum!"

Holding the piano, he hummed softly: "what's the big deal? I can use the flower rain technique of Tangmen!"

As a person close to Duke Wu of Zhenwu, she can see all the martial arts in the world, not to mention the steward of Tang.

The flower rain all over the sky is known as the unique skill of Tang clan, but you really can hold the piano, but you can't be proficient.

"Yes, yes."

Guo fan nodded helplessly and said, "you are no longer young. You don't have to compete with others."

"Yes."

Holding the piano, he turned his mouth, but he nodded honestly.

"Thank you, young master Gao!"

The storyteller obviously recognized the young man, smiled, put away the big money in front of him and continued to speak.

"The third generation descendant of the magic knife is also an amazing person. It is also said that the magic knife technique in his hand is better than the blue."

He stroked his beard, his eyes were faint, and his voice was even more erratic, as if he had attracted people to that year.

"Unfortunately, he met pingtian sword, Li Lingfei, great Xia Li!"

Pingtian sword Li Lingfei.

Guo fan's eyes flashed, and some records about this person in Zhenwu department also appeared in his mind.

"Great Xia Li, his ancestry is also a royal blood, but time has changed and his family has declined."

"When he was young, he studied with Mr. Mo, the master of ten thousand swords, and learned a wonderful sword technique. He is also a famous person in the Jianghu."

The storyteller's beard trembled and continued: "unfortunately, the devil gate was in full swing at that time and wantonly suppressed the people in the Jianghu."

"The statue of ten thousand swords was killed by the third generation of magic knife. Great Xia Li himself was caught in a bolt."

The young girl said, "even the master of great Xia Li is not the opponent of the successor of the magic knife. How did he become the nemesis of the magic knife?"

"Ha ha..."

The storyteller laughed when he heard the speech: "the sky will fall on us. We must first work hard and starve our skin. Great Xia Li is an unyielding hero who will not degenerate but rise against the trend."

"He later escaped from the devil's gate prison. He was unknown for several years and suddenly burst into glory."

"In a few months, one person picked several branch rudders of the magic door alone, forcing the descendant of the magic knife to compete with him."

"That war..."

The young girl was excited and asked, "how was the war? Grandpa, tell me quickly?"

I have to say that she is a qualified supporter. She thinks of the listener every time she asks.

"No one knows what the outcome of that war is."

The storyteller sighed leisurely, shook his head and said, "it is said that in that war, the sky and the earth were dark and the sun and the moon were dark. Finally, they were both buried at the bottom of the endless sea. Since then, they have not appeared in the Jianghu."

“……”

Guo fan was silent.

In the records of Zhenwu division, there is not much difference from the description of the storyteller, which is a little exaggerated.

In fact, these two people are so outstanding that later generations will unconsciously add some assumptions when describing them.

However, when great Xia Li was imprisoned in the demon gate, he was actually broken by people, his energy and blood channels were destroyed, and his martial arts were completely wasted.

Later, he was able to reverse death and life, and made great progress in cultivation, which really exceeded everyone's expectations.

The young girl turned her eyes and asked, "great Xia Li and the descendant of the magic knife disappeared together. Where is the magic door?"

"The descendant of the magic knife died, and the inheritance was cut off. Naturally, the magic door was torn apart and no longer exists."

The storyteller stroked his beard, glanced at the girl and said, "I know what you want to ask. How did the magic door come from now, right?"

"Grandpa's eyes are like a torch."

The girl smiled sweetly, revealing two lovely dimples on her face.

"Ha ha..."

The storyteller smiled and said, "Grandpa eats more salt than you eat. How can you not see through your careful thinking."

Then he patted Xingmu and said, "the magic door is fragmented. One of them only accepts female disciples, named Su nvzong."

"Although this plain female sect is passed down from the demon sect, and most of its disciples are from the dust of the wind, it is at most an evil way, not a demon sect."

"And..."

He tasted a cup of tea and continued: "the previous vegetarians were fairies worthy of the name, so they had a good reputation in the Jianghu."

"Until... The heartless fairy Wei left to succeed the patriarch."

"Heartless fairy?"

The two girls moved their eyes and said, "one of the five overlords, the current master of the magic door."

"Of course it's her."

The storyteller nodded and said, "this woman is cold and thin in nature. She is cruel and cruel. She kills teachers, slaughters families and destroys families. Her hands are covered with blood."

"But she did have a good means. After decades, she unified the magic door again and became the master of the magic door."

Killing division, slaughtering clan, exterminating clan?

Guo fan's eyes sank.

What happened to the little girl Wei Li in the past 20 years? She is a real devil, whether it's Jianghu rumors or the records of the Zhenwu division.

It was the opposite of the impression given to him in those years.

Li Yuanxiang lost his life, the Wei family became extinct, and the great Kunlun sect was slaughtered by one of them!

"Then... Does she know magic knife?"

The girl asked the curiosity of many people.

"How is that possible?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "if she knew the magic knife, she would have been invincible in the world. I'm afraid the whole Jianghu would tremble under her power."

"Besides, the imperial court was the first to send troops to encircle and suppress the collapse of the magic gate. Even if the magic knife is inherited, it must be in the military division of the imperial court town."

"Zhenwu division?"

The girl's head tilted and her eyes showed curiosity.

"Cough..."

As soon as the storyteller's face changed, he immediately coughed twice and said, "don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about state affairs."

"Storyteller, go on!"

There was a joke at Mr. Gao's table: "King Jing founded the Zhenwu division, but he died strangely. We all like to hear these."

"If you're right, I'll give you a reward!"

"Several joked."

The storyteller smiled awkwardly and hurriedly picked up the tea cup to cover his cheek so as not to be too embarrassed.

"Hum!"

Hugging the piano, he looked cold and said, "Hou... Young master, do you want to let the slaves teach them a lesson?"

"Forget it."

Guo fan's eyes were so deep that people couldn't see the thoughts in his heart. When he heard the speech, he just shook his head lightly.

"Grandpa."

In the side room, the girl quickly changed the topic and said, "the magic knife is lost, and the magic door is scattered. Where is great Xia Li?"

"Does great Xia Li have a wife and children?"

"Can you leave a legacy?"

"The rise of pingtian sword is too sudden. Although there are families, wives and children, I haven't heard of it."

The storyteller shook his head and said, "great Xia Li's family has gradually declined in the next ten years. Although Li's family in Jingmen is now, it does not dominate with martial arts."

"Oh!"

The girl nodded: "it's a pity that the magic knife can be passed on for generations, but great Xia Li's sword technique has become a masterpiece in his hands."

"That's not necessarily true."

The storyteller subconsciously glanced at the high childe's table and shook his head.

"Huh?"

The girl was stunned.

At this moment, there were moments of surprise and doubt in the field. Even Guo fan and Baoqin couldn't help showing their faces.

It's true that pingtian sword can resist the magic knife, but no one has ever seen how great Xia Li's sword technique is.

Compared with the magic knife, it is more mysterious.

Inheritance, since also cut off.

This storyteller, is there any other news?

"Grandpa."

The girl's lips were dry and she opened her mouth carefully: "is it difficult, what else did great Xia Li leave?"

"Good."

The storyteller nodded.

"Storytellers, don't talk nonsense. It's a well-known thing in the Jianghu."

Someone sneered: "as a storyteller in a restaurant, can you still know what secrets?"

"That's not necessarily true."

The storyteller smiled proudly and stroked his beard.

"It's just..."

"Cough!"

He coughed twice, picked up the tea cup in front of him and shook his head: "unfortunately, his throat is thirsty, but there is no tea."

"Ho!"

A dull noise made the table tremble in front of him.

But a ten Liang silver fell on the table, and it was half an inch into the table, as if it were embedded in it.

The use of strength is exquisite, which is better than the skill of the high childe just now.

"Say!"

The crowd looked sideways, but saw in the corner of the restaurant, a big man with disheveled hair was tasting wine alone.

"Well said, the silver is yours."

"But if it's nonsense..."

"Hum!"

Han Leng hum, the field is cold immediately, as if it was the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

killer!

Holding the piano, his eyes shrunk and subconsciously put his hand into the package in his arms.

"Take it easy."

Guo fan glanced at her, her voice was quiet, but quietly calmed her vigilance.

Indeed, there is a marquis.

She smiled sweetly and relieved.

"Ten Liang!"

Seeing the silver in front of him, the storyteller's eyes almost lit up and ignored the threat from the other party.

"Ten Liang silver, worth it!"

He hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled the silver out of the table. He even bit it in his mouth and tested it.

"Grandpa."

Fortunately, the girl on one side was still rational, pale, and gently pulled his sleeve.

"Some words, we don't know, can't talk nonsense."

"Otherwise, there will be trouble!"

While talking, her voice was slightly trembling, and even a little crying.

"I know."

The storyteller rolled his eyes, sat upright on his lap and continued: "to say this sword in the flat sky, great Xia Li."

"This man has a good friend named Gao Buhuan. He is called Liuhe fast knife. He is also an expert of that generation."

"Great Xia Li once left a thing to this good friend. It is said that he hid the secret of pingtian sword."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Bang..."

The seats flew and wine and vegetables splashed.

The gorgeous young master suddenly changed his face and lifted the table in front of him.

"Old man, you want to die!"

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