Gossip rivers and lakes, I tell fortunes and storytellers in Qixia Town

"So Dugu Qiubai in his later years found a divine eagle to accompany each other for the rest of his life."

"Do you want to know where this divine sculpture is?"

As soon as the words finished, Feng Qingyang frowned, and my hand on the wine glass couldn't help shaking, "Outside Xiangyang City, in the valley?"

For a moment, all the guest officials in the inn looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise.

"Hey, who is this old man? He knows so clearly?"

"Yes, as far as I know, apart from Mr. Xiao's story about Dugu seeking defeat last time, only that Huashan senior, Feng Qingyang, knows about it, right?"

"You say this old man is Feng Qingyang? Isn't he in Huashan?"

"I heard that Feng Qingyang went down the mountain before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"No way, based on this alone, we can conclude that he is Feng Qingyang?"

Xiao Xuan glanced at Feng Qingyang, he naturally knew who this person was, he had met him once last night.

So said.

"That's right, outside Xiangyang City, in the valley."

"This valley can't help being the shelter of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai, and even left a peerless treasure here."

"In this treasure, there are five realms of Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai in swordsmanship."

"However, Xiao advises everyone, don't go to the valley to hunt for treasures. The divine sculpture is not a decoration. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a mountain guardian beast."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that warriors below the fourth rank will die if they encounter this divine sculpture."

At this moment Feng Qingyang frowned, stood up and came to Xiao Xuan's side, looked him up and down and said suspiciously.

"Mr. Xiao, have we met?"

"Your voice...."

Chapter 53 Sword Competition!Our contest last night wasn't over yet.

Feng Qingyang looked at Xiao Xuan suspiciously, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Xiao Xuan was very similar to the Xuan Tianxiao who appeared last night.

But that Xuan Tianxiao's swordsmanship is superb, the sword energy is so strong that even his sword intent is hard to resist.

And Xiao Xuan in front of him is a storyteller, apart from his voice and body shape, it is difficult to be sure that the two are the same person.

But [-]% can't run away, he believes he heard correctly.

Xiao Xuan's voice was that of the man in black last night.

At this time, Xiao Xuan hadn't answered, and saw a group of guest officials in the inn shouting loudly.

"Hey, let me tell you, senior, your flirting skills are too old-fashioned!"

"That's right, none of us have met Mr. Xiao?"

"Your trick is outdated, that is, Mr. Xiao has a good temper. Otherwise, you can go to any girl on the street outside and ask, and see who cares about you!"

"I've met the princess in the palace, will anyone believe me?"

"If you want to tell a fortune teller, just say it directly. Is it interesting to come up with such a false trick?"

"Isn't that right, if you don't count divination, don't interrupt, we still have to listen to books, Mr. Xiao, that senior Dugu Qiubai was never invincible all his life, and in his later years he actually made friends with a vulture. Could it be that the vulture also knows martial arts?" ?”

"Are you crazy, what kind of martial arts can a beast do? According to you, my chickens can also ward off evil swordsmanship!"

"..."

Feng Qingyang saw that everyone was puzzled, and Xiao Xuan didn't intend to explain at all, so he hugged his five locks of white beard and said with a faint smile.

"Last night, the old man passed by the Xiliang River, and happened to meet those three Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect."

"I also witnessed with my own eyes how the bloody disaster happened to that Taoist priest."

"It's a pity that he didn't drown, nor was he killed by lightning, but was killed by someone with a sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Guo who was squatting at the door frowning, and couldn't help asking.

"It's impossible!"

"It is rumored that Zhao Zhijing's body was poked full of holes. If someone killed him with a sword, how fast would it be?"

Yang Guo suspected Zhao Zhijing's death early on.

Although the storyteller is a god, he never misses the divination.

But he still felt that it was too mysterious to be able to predict when a person would die.

The reason why Xiao Xuan concluded that Zhao Zhijing had a bloody disaster must be because he knew that Zhao Zhijing had an enemy, and that enemy was nearby.

It would be too unreasonable to do otherwise.

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, then continued.

"That little Taoist was indeed killed by a sword."

"But who said he was killed by a sword?"

Yang Guo's eyes widened immediately, he looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief, and then said in shock.

"Not one sword, but many swords?"

"Senior, did that dog thief Zhao Zhijing get beaten to death by a group of people?"

I saw several guest officials in the inn couldn't help talking in a low voice.

"Hiss... I don't think that Zhao Zhijing is a good person. Sure enough, he has many enemies, otherwise he wouldn't have made so many holes in him!"

"That's right, no wonder Mr. Xiao said that he had a bloody disaster. In my opinion, this is a group that was hunted by the enemy."

"That's quite evil. Even if ten people come and stab him once, it's impossible for him to have holes all over his body?"

"Then why is it impossible? One person stabbed ten times, ten times is not enough, then a hundred times. When you really want to stab a person, a hundred times may not be enough to vent your anger!"

"..."

"No." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, shook his head and said, "There is only one person who killed him!"

"A person?" Yang Guo blurted out in shock, "A person can only carry two swords at most, even if two swords are combined, it is impossible to achieve such a fast speed!"

"Unless he can use a thousand swords at the same time!"

"But it's clearly impossible!"

Feng Qingyang chuckled, glanced at Xiao Xuan, found that Xiao Xuan's face was not red, and he even took a drink from the wine cup, but sat there like a person listening to a book, he couldn't help secretly slandering him.

Which of us is the storyteller?

At this time, Feng Qingyang couldn't help secretly suspecting, could it be that he really admitted the wrong person?

impossible!

His voice is so similar!

After only one night, I still can't remember the sound wrong.

So he continued.

"That young man named Xuan Tianxiao naturally didn't use a thousand swords, but 20, or even [-], [-]!"

Before Feng Qingyang finished speaking, there was a burst of playful laughter from the inn.

"This old man is crazy. He paid 20 to [-]. He must have come out of a medical clinic!"

"Hey, I really thought what he said was true just now. How dare this is an old man suffering from hysteria?"

"There are very few people in the Jianghu who can use two swords, and it is even more impossible for people to use a thousand swords."

At this moment, Yang Guo couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment, and said softly.

"Don't talk about using a thousand swords, it's impossible to bring a thousand swords!"

"A thousand swords, how heavy is that?"

Feng Qingyang nodded, then said with a long sigh.

"Hey...."

"Yes, a thousand swords, how heavy is that?"

"But what if the sword is made of water?"

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang waved his sleeve robe, only to see that the wine jars on the table rose up without any wind, and all the wine was emptied.

With another wave of his hand, he saw that the liquor swept away like a sword towards the pillars of the inn.

"Kakkaka!"

In an instant, sawdust flew across, and there was a sound of breaking, and the beam broke directly.

Shopkeeper Tong felt a pain in his heart, and he called in his heart the pillar of my century-old pear blossom!

Hero, if you want to be handsome, can you change to another inn?

You must not have been sent by your peers to make trouble!

It's storytelling and sabotage again, Yan Xiaoliu, come quickly, someone is messing around!

Using wine to turn into a sword, Feng Qingyang glanced at everyone, then turned to Xiao Xuan and continued.

"The person who killed the Quanzhen Taoist claimed to be Xuan Tianxiao, and he used this trick."

"Everyone has seen that every drop of water contains a sword energy."

"Such a sword can't be resisted by ordinary weapons, let alone that little Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect?"

"As much wine here, there are as many swords as there are sword qi."

"There was as much water in the Xiliang River last night as there were as many swords he drew."

"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the ten thousand swords return to the clan. Even though I have been fighting in the world for decades, I have never seen such a sword technique."

"Mr. Xiao, what do you think?"

At this time, everyone in the inn stared at the broken beam in shock, and the scene of the great battle last night had already appeared in their minds.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect this old man to be a master!"

"Can you put your emphasis on some points? But if the old man didn't show his hand, I really thought he was bragging!"

"As much water as there is in the Xiliang River, there are as many sword qis, so there must be a million? Not to mention Zhao Zhijing, his patriarch will die if he comes, right?"

"Wan Jian Gui Zong, did this senior just say Wan Jian Gui Zong? As far as I know, not long ago, an expert seemed to use a move called Jian Lai in Qixia Town. The sabers were lifted into the air to form a sword array, it must be that expert!"

"Although the names of the sword moves of the two are different, they have the same effect. There is a high probability that it is the expert, but does the expert have any enmity with the Quanzhen sect?"

"It's too fierce, I didn't expect such a domineering move in the world!"

"No, why didn't I understand? What does this old man mean? What does these things have to do with Mr. Xiao?"

"Hey, what I said seems to be true. I was almost led astray by this old man. If it's not the old man, what do you mean? If it's not interesting, don't delay our listening to books? I waited all night for Mr. Xiao!"

At this time, Xiao Xuan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, and clapped and asked after putting down his wine glass.

"That's right, don't say it next time, or I suspect that you are really here to mess things up."

"But then again, Senior Feng has said so much."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at Xiao Xuan in surprise, wondering how did he know that he was Feng Qingyang?

He never mentioned who he was just now.

Say it now, do you admit that the person last night was you?

So Feng Qingyang smiled and said in a deep voice.

"Boy."

"You admit it?"

"Alright, the purpose of the old man looking for you is also very simple."

"Competition of swords!"

"Don't forget, the competition between us last night wasn't over yet."