Chapter 607

Standing not far from the bridge, looking at the old Jianxiu crying so sad, although the young people are also some sad, but did not give birth to the idea of going away, there are too many people in this world, will encounter too many sad things, even if they want to manage, also can not manage.

So many things, can only watch.

But young people can see that the drunken old Jian Xiu is not a high-level sword cultivation.

In such a small town, there is such a monk, it is a bit surprising.

After all, this is a place that even martial arts men in the world can hardly see.

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Young people carrying sword boxes walk in this city called Xiaoyuan, which soon attracted many children's eyes.

In the place where old Jianxiu, a drunken old man, has become a celebrity in a small town, this young man who is more like a swordsman than that old Jianxiu naturally attracts more attention.

Li Fuyao, with a sword case on his back and a long sword hanging from his waist, doesn't look like a mountain dweller.

It was only then that the monk on the mountain said this.

In the past, these monks and common people in the world were more willing to call them mountain gods.

The little garden city is just a small city in the northeast of Yanling Dynasty. It has nothing to show off. It is like a stone thrown into the sea. No one will notice it. Therefore, even after the pamphlets of Luoyang City were distributed here, they did not cause much sensation. After reading, the gentlemen shook their hands Head.

The adults who don't know how to read have a look, but their eyes shine.

However, with or without this booklet, the days will pass. The moon or the night will appear, and the sky will always return to this world in the morning.

This is the law of all things. Even if you are a monk in the sea, you can't change it.

The young man walked around the small garden city with his sword case for a day. After passing through many alleys, he saw many children chasing and fighting in the alleys. It was a good time to go back in spring. The weather was not too cold, not to mention hot. This season and autumn days were both children's favorite days.

Except for summer, it's all.

Spring and autumn are due to the weather, while winter is due to snow.

In the snowy season, the adults feel uncomfortable, but the children find it interesting. After all, there are few children who can completely ignore the temptation of snowman.

But now that spring has returned, many children who are still talking about the cold winter of last year also know that if they want to make a snowman and have a snowball fight, they have to wait a whole year.

After a day's walking, the young man with a sword box on his back sat down in front of the house in an alley. The house was not big, but the threshold was extremely high. The gate was not closed, but no one was seen. After the young man sat down for a moment, a child came to the door with a big white bowl. The young man turned to see that there was only a bowl of white water in the big white bowl.

The child handed the water to Li Fuyao and looked at the young man he had never seen before. He didn't know what to say.

Li Fuyao took over the big white bowl and sipped the water. He still had a relationship with the child. Somewhere in the city before, the young man watched the child chatting with the old sword under the bridge.

After drinking the water, the young man handed the big white bowl back to the child, then turned his head and looked at him to thank him. After taking back the big white bowl, the boy did not immediately run into the house. Instead, he sat down beside the young man. After a silence for a while, he quickly asked, "are you the kind of knight errant who walks on rivers and lakes? Or is it the kind of monk on the mountain that gentlemen call it? "

The young man didn't answer directly, but turned around and asked, "what do you think I look like?"

The child looked calm when he held the big white bowl in his arms. He would soon recall the contents of the book. Then he whispered, "if a monk on the mountain is like a swordsman, he can only have a sword at his waist. If you carry such a large sword case, you don't look like a swordsman. You don't know whether it's a swordsman or a swordsman in the world."

When young people hear such interesting statements, they really feel that they have some meanings, but they only think that they have some meanings. As for other things, they are nothing.

The child, holding a big white bowl, looked at the stranger who had a wonderful sight. He didn't have any fear. He just continued: "I don't care about you. I just want to hear stories, good and bad stories."

The child seems to have some more mature mind than this age. It doesn't make people feel childish, but it gives people a different feeling.

Young people look at the big white bowl and think of the big white bowl he looked at on the street many years ago in the morning after the end of that snowy night. The two bowls are of course different, but the bowls are the same.

Thinking of this, he reached out and rubbed the child's head.

There is a smile in my eyes.

After thinking about it for a while, the young man said with a smile, "the stories I know are not very good. It's like wandering in the lake. You think it should be like this, but it's not. There are many unexpected things."The child beeps as like as two peas, and whispers, "how exactly is it like that grandfather said."

The young man heard this sentence, but ignored it. After a moment of silence, he started to talk about his own experiences, good and bad. Young people avoid bad ones and only say good ones. Many years ago, he was not a swordsman, but a storyteller. So speaking of the story, it was very interesting.

Those are not good stories, I don't know how, after the young man said it, it became so stirring.

Let the children be fascinated.

This is the story he would like to hear.

When the young people came to the house, it was still dusk. After finishing the last story, it was already dark. At a glance, there were some scattered lights in the small garden city.

In the night.

The young man closed his mouth and stood up, and the child who was still immersed in the story was also revived.

Pointing to the distant lights, the young man asked softly, "why is a small garden city called a small garden city?"

Although the child wants to know more than other children, he doesn't know everything. Especially when this small garden city has been built for many years, it is not realistic to ask this child.

The young man knew that the child should not know, so he just laughed.

The child stares at him and suddenly asks, "what are you doing here?"

The young man didn't seem to hear this, but walked alone to the front. After a long walk, he said, "kill."

PS: everyone is lazy. I may be more lazy. I don't want to move when I stop, especially in Chongqing in July. It's too hot to do anything.

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