Chapter 1792

Timid!

Yes, just timidity.

At this time, the ancient style is like the person who has done something wrong. He is too timid to take his own steps.

At that time, he had just come to Bahuang from Kyushu. He had no relatives in the world, and was facing the embarrassing situation of incomplete rules and genius becoming waste. If Lvping and the barbarian LAN Xinshan had not saved him, he might have died of a monster.

But in the end, as soon as Gu Feng heard of Chengxian Road, he resolutely left Bahuang, Lvping and later Nie Qian.

Who ever thought that this walk would be more than 100 years. If he hadn't accidentally learned the way home, he might not be able to come back for hundreds of years.

Therefore, he failed to live up to his former beautiful lovers. He had no face to see them again. So, he is timid!

However, even if his heart is no longer guilty, he has to face it. A hundred years is always shorter than a thousand years. It's better to come back than not to come back.

Back to the eight wastelands again, the ancient wind didn't want to go anywhere. His first stop was to go to the ancient wasteland where wuliangzong was located. Because there is a debt he can't repay in his life - Nie Qian.

According to Changsheng's complaint, Nie Qian set up a hundred mile watch platform outside the limitless sect, directly facing the direction of the holy land. The ancient wind wants to see if there is really a hundred mile watch platform.

Because his heart was really jumping, he had to find a place near wuliangzong to ease his mood.

So he settled down in a pub and planned to have a few drinks first to strengthen his courage.

The tavern is not high-end, but it is very spacious. Compared with the quiet and elegant high-end place of Zuixian building, it is more lively and noisy here. Here, there are not only guests who eat, drink, talk and laugh, but also Jianghu artists who tell stories and sing songs.

A small tavern has become the best place to stop and rest from south to north.

There was not much excitement in the tavern. Everyone was just listening to Xiaoqu, drinking wine and chatting. However, when a storyteller appeared on the stage, the atmosphere in the tavern became warm immediately.

Many people clapped their palms and shouted good. The scene was warm and boiling, so that the ancient style that originally only wanted to be quiet immediately became interested and couldn't help looking at the storyteller more.

Through some observation, the ancient wind found that the storyteller was just a little shallow cultivation to prolong life, and he was not a real monk. However, people are very respectful to him, all because of his eloquence and good storytelling.

After the man stepped on the stage, he smiled and arched his hands, saluted everywhere, and looked very easy-going. Immediately, he smiled and slapped the paper fan in his hand. He calmed the scene on the spot, making the whole tavern silent immediately.

Lift up your eyes, sweep around, lean less, and say:

"Today, let's continue to talk about the deeds of the Qing Tianwang ancient style..."

"Good, good, good!!!"

On the spot, there was a shout in the tavern, which was warm again. This makes the ancient style, wrong and stunned on the spot.

For a long time, the storyteller was talking about himself? He's making a living with his story?

Just when the ancient wind was confused, the storyteller clapped the folding fan in his hand and continued to say: "last time we talked about the ancient wind of the Qing heavenly king and left the eight wastelands, today we will continue here..."

"Let's say that the Qing heavenly king said goodbye to his big wife Lvping and his little wife Nie Qian. Finally, he left wuliangzong and embarked on his journey. After leaving wuliangzong, the first foothold he chose was our restaurant. At that time, his seat was under my feet. The table I used was the drinking table he used when he rested... "

"OK, ok... No wonder our tavern has always been so popular. It turns out that this is the place where the green heavenly king once stopped. It's really lucky, lucky!"

There was another series of cheers, and the old wind turned black on the spot.

In retrospect, when did he come here? After leaving wuliangzong, he directly used the space treasure ship and went straight to the holy city. When did he stop here?

Ma Dan, this storyteller is also very capable of nonsense. He also said that his storytelling table was used by himself. It's just nonsense. He doesn't blush at all.

Pop!

Suddenly, the storyteller slapped the table again, and then said:

"Back to business, today we don't discuss the footprints of the king of heaven, let alone his food and drink. Today we'll talk about the beauty he failed to live up to - the hundred mile old woman!"

Baili old woman, these four words bite very hard. At the same time, with the sound of banging on the table, the scene immediately fell into absolute silence.

Including the ancient customs, everyone became absorbed and wanted to hear it carefully.

Especially the ancient style, he was completely unknown by the "hundred mile old woman". A hundred miles old woman, who is there? What does this have to do with yourself? Why does this storyteller say that he is a girl who has been betrayed by himself?

Is it

Soon, the old style had an answer. The storyteller continued after losing a mouthful of pre case fragrant tea:

"Why should this hundred mile old woman have no one? Just an old woman, how can she be the beauty of the king of the blue sky? " While talking, his eyes swept through the audience, but he found that people were still focused, absorbed and looking forward to it. So he went on: "needless to say, everyone must have known her identity? Yes, her last name is Nie Mingqian. She was a unique woman, and she was the proud daughter of our eight wastelands in the past... However, she handed over her youth to the Baili Wangfu platform. A song "hope you return", how much bitterness? "

At this point, storytelling is suspended, but the pipa rises, accompanied by another girl's sad song:

I hope you return, I hope you return.

Go up the tall building alone and look at the end of the world.

Eyes want to wear, people do not return.

When will you return? When will you return?

Boundless mountain, boundless mountain.

There is a watchman's platform outside Wuliang Mountain. The sunset is falling and people are still there.

Ten years later, the beauty broke her heart with tears.

Wait, wait. When spring comes, autumn and winter go again.

When the north wind blows, the swallows and birds return.

Sing a song for you and hide in the breeze.

Floating thousands of miles to convey my feelings.

I don't ask for gold armor and brocade robes to shine everywhere, but for your peace and return to your hometown as soon as possible.

The song is sad, lingering and echoing for a long time. The song "looking forward to your return" seems to bring all the people into the hundreds of miles long watchtower in Lana. People in the tavern seem to see a gorgeous young woman dancing on the watchman's stage

The singing girl was still fiddling with the strings in her hand, as if she herself had become the man who looked forward to you dancing on the watchman's platform...