Dabaojian he is too cute

When Zhong Yue opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the edge of the cliff again.

He was already extremely familiar with this scene, so familiar that his consciousness clearly knew that this was just his dream.

Even the whistling wind in the ear is so real.

Zhong Yue chose not to look at the chaos at the bottom of the cliff this time, turned around, and walked on the weedy mountain road.

I saw a figure walking in the distance, but I couldn't see it clearly.

The man was walking slowly and was badly wounded with only one arm remaining.

Holding the broken arm, he came to Zhong Yue with difficulty, panting heavily, his face covered with blood and sweat.

This embarrassed appearance makes it hard to believe that he was once a king.

"Master..." He could only hear a hoarse cry from his throat.

Zhong Yue stopped in his tracks, saw him stretch out the unbroken arm, and pulled himself involuntarily.

It also stained Zhong Yue's clean arm with warm blood.

"Help me...save my subjects..." the former king begged humbly.

"Now..." Zhong Yue glanced back, the wind blew his long hair towards the direction of the cliff, "It's too late."

Under the cliff, the battle is still going on, and the fierce shouts have never been heard.

Zhong Yue has been trying his best to turn a deaf ear, but those voices seem to become clear at this moment.

It also includes the king's cry for help and questioning.

"The other party studied witchcraft, did all kinds of evil things, and killed countless people." The king stared at him tightly, his eyeballs protruding, and grabbed Zhong Yue's hand tightly: "Why did you help him instead of me? "

why.

why.

Why exactly.

Zhong Yue frowned tightly, in the dream he couldn't free his opponent's hand, and unknowingly broke out in sweat.

"...everything is the will of heaven." After a long while, Zhong Yue said that.

"Yes, the sky wants to kill me." The king said slowly word by word, "...so you want to kill me?"

Zhong Yue didn't speak, and tried to struggle this time, but the opponent's hands were like iron shackles, binding him tightly.

At this moment, faint human voices came from all directions.

Zhong Yue looked up and saw that there were countless refugees who had been tortured by the war, their faces were blackened, they were dressed in shabby clothes, their eyes were helpless and desperate.

There are old people and children among them, they approach like walking dead, repeating "why" in their mouths.

Amidst the repeated questioning, Zhong Yue finally woke up and sat up panting deeply.

He squeezed the tight brows, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Nightmare?" A voice came from the side.

Zhong Yue turned his head, his sight gradually became focused, and he saw the blue bird standing on the wooden chair.

I don't know when it came in.

It is now midnight, and the ancient Chinese-style house fell into silence, with all the lights off, only the moonlight shining on the peach tree in the yard.

"Long-lived gods and demons do have many memories worth dreaming about." Qingniao looked at him, obviously not planning to transform into a human form.

This shows that he just came to pass a brief message and will leave immediately.

"Did you come here for the ibis sword?" Zhong Yue had already regained his composure.

"Exactly, did you find it?" Blue Bird asked.

"Not yet." Zhong Yue got off the bed, "We found its sword tassel and scabbard."

"We need to find it as soon as possible." The blue bird spread its wings and shook his beautiful blue feathers.

This blue bird is just a demon who is only in charge of spreading the word, but he speaks as if he is an official.

Zhong Yue approached him, and at the same time he said "yes", he grabbed the most beautiful feather from his wing.

The blue bird was so painful that it almost took off on the spot, and uttered a bird cry: "What are you doing?!!"

"I will lend you a feather." Zhong Yue said.

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The next day.

A stage set up in the open air by Cheng Kangli was overcrowded at the moment.

"Hurry up, come on!" Bai Lu waved his hands and nimbly squeezed into the crowd.

Zhong Yue and Qiu Yu followed, both of them were tall and big, and they needed to walk sideways through the gaps between the rows of seats.

"Quick, it's about to start." Bai Lu hurriedly said.

The three of them finally sat down, sweating a little on the March day.

"What book, why are there so many people listening?" Qiu Yu fanned himself with his hands.

All the people who came here today were to listen to people's stories, and Bai Lu happily called them over after lunch.

Zhong Yue always felt that this must not be as simple as a simple storytelling.

Just look at Bailu's smiling face.

"The book written by my friend is very interesting." Bai Lu couldn't help saying.

Zhong Yue frowned, and saw a thankful storyteller coming up on the stage, wearing a blue-gray robe and holding a three-stringed string.

As soon as he came up, the audience applauded again and again, obviously this is a well-known storyteller in the city.

He just listened to him playing music with three strings, and when everyone was quiet, he shook his head and began to tell his story.

The name of the story is "Love of Disparity", and the protagonist is a young man named Lang Jian.

This young man came from the countryside and came to the city to make a living. Although he had no knowledge or culture, he was hardworking and had done a lot of hard work.

When Lang Jian was mending shoes for a living, he met a beautiful girl named Yuwei.

This Yuwei is the daughter of a rich family, but she doesn't have the airs of a young lady at all. She is kind and frugal, and she sends her broken leather shoes to mend.

Lang Jian and Yu Wei became acquainted because of this, and they got acquainted like this.

The storyteller on the stage shook his head, and sometimes pretended to be a young man to speak, and occasionally pretended to be a girl to snicker, not only learned the voice beautifully, but even his expression seemed to be real.

The mediocre story was told vividly and vividly, and the audience was fascinated by it.

It is said that Lang Jian and Yu Wei fell into an ambiguous relationship after they met. At this time, bicycles were popular, and Lang Jian also wanted to own a bicycle of his own and take his beloved girl for a ride.

It's a pity he has no money.

Just when Lang Jian was frustrated, he passed by a maintenance shop.

There is a skillful master living in this repair shop, and he is willing to lend a helping hand after learning about his experience. As long as Lang Jian finds all the materials for making a bicycle, the skillful master can build a brand new bicycle for him...

When Zhong Yue heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and looked at Bailu.

Egret was still smiling, listening to the story with his legs crossed, with satisfaction written on his face.

The story on the stage continued. Lang Jian chased Yu Wei with a brand new bicycle, and the two fell in love thoroughly.

But the good times didn't last long, and Yuwei's parents knew about the two. Lang Jian and Yuwei's backgrounds were very different, so Yuwei's parents naturally prevented them from being together.

They lured Lang Jian into their home and broke his legs alive!

The audience in the audience couldn't bear it in their eyes, shaking their heads and sighing for this disparity in love.

I thought the story would end in tragedy, but the storyteller changed the subject and changed the subject from sorrow to joy.

Zhong Yue suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Lang Jian, who lost his legs, met the skillful master of the maintenance shop again, and the skillful master built a pair of legs for him.

This skillful master is really omnipotent!

Lang Jian regained his legs and eloped with Yu Wei, and the two stayed together ever since, wandering the world.

This is the end of the story, gratifying.

"This magical repair shop is right in the city." The storyteller shook his head and reported the address, then naturally inserted an advertisement: "It is Zhong's repair shop!"

The sound of the full house suddenly sounded like thunder, and Bailu shouted the name of "Zhong's", and everyone cheered and applauded for the store for a while.

Qiu Yu opened his mouth to see the black line on Zhong Yue's head, but he didn't react for a long time.

It is said that this new book has spread throughout the city.

"I didn't spend any money this time." On the way back, Bai Lu raised his hands and said, "This is written by my friend, and it's free!"

"This advertisement is too powerful! You really have it!" Qiu Yu said happily, "Now our store is definitely famous."

Zhong Yue is actually quite helpless at the moment, because he is not as powerful as the advertisement said.

"Brother, what reward will you give me this time?" Bai Lu looked at him with a smile.

After taking the medicine that night, the little baby changed his name to "Brother".

Zhong Yue thought for a while, took out a quill from his pocket, and handed it to him.

This is a fountain pen he made with his own hands, with a feather plucked from a blue bird stuck in it.

Bai Lu felt as if he had found a treasure, and happily held the quill in his hand, and leaned towards Zhong Yue: "I still want to touch my head."

Zhong Yue chuckled, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he found that the front of his store was already crowded with people.

They all came to see the "magic repair shop" after hearing the story.

Among them was a disabled person on crutches.

It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with half a leg missing—the right leg was from the knee down, and the trousers were empty.

He seemed to have been waiting for Zhong Yue to come back, and when he saw Zhong Yue, he came over excitedly on crutches.

All eyes fell on the young man and Zhong Yue.

"You are Boss Zhong!" The young man said eagerly, "Someone told me that you can fix my leg, is that true?"

"Is it true? A broken leg can also be replaced?"

"The storyteller is just talking nonsense, how can he be so powerful!"

"But since it can't be done, why brag about it in the story?"

"I believe Master Zhong can do it, he must have a way!"

The people gathered outside the store started to discuss immediately, Bai Lu knew that he had caused trouble, so he quickly retracted his head, and quietly moved away from Zhong Yue's sight.

Hiding behind Zhong Yue, he obediently bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Master Zhong, can you restore my leg to its original shape?" the young man asked again.

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