sinovels Chapter 39
Chapter 39
The storyteller had a gray beard, a snare drum, and bald teeth. The story told twists and turns, hot rhetoric, and bizarre plots. He told the lampkeeper to let Hu Zhengru go, "He was wrapped in black, covering his unparalleled beauty. Putting on the black cloth, they sneaked into the corpse raising circle without making a sound. The No. 180 evil spirit guarding the entrance of the corpse raising formation rushed towards him as soon as they smelled the smell of living people. They didn't know what kind of person they were welcoming! Lantern Man has the highest cultivation in the world, if he makes a move, the corpses will be piled up into the sea, and the blood will flow into the river, I saw him sacrifice the sword and kill an evil spirit with one sword..."
Xing Lin smiled again and again.
The storyteller was spitting and cadenced, and said that when the little demon master learned that Hu Zhengru had escaped, he wanted to go after him, "Once the little demon master hears the report from his subordinates, what's the matter?!" Pushing away, the angry hair and beard stood upside down! Immediately shouted, "Bring my big gun!" The lamp keeper was pushed down on the nanmu chair, thinking about his heart, he smashed the jade bowl in his hand on the ground, and the jade bowl The bird's nest was sprinkled all over the floor, and he lifted the gold plate on the table, and the wild camel's hooves on the plate rolled all over the table. He twisted his waist, pointed at the little demon, and said, "You enemy, you talk sweet words every day." Fooled me, apologized to me today, tricked me into coming, and left without saying a word, if you dare to come out of this door today, don't come again!' The little devil is nine feet tall, with a hulking back, but shrinks He looked like a quail... He took out the golden snake collar from his arms tremblingly, "I dare not lie to you, Nuo, this is a collar just presented outside, this shape is so unique, I specially reserved it for you... ...'"
Xing Lin couldn't help laughing, leaning on the table, his shoulders trembling, he raised his face with difficulty, and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes.After this passage was finished, he called the second brother, opened the purse, took out the largest ingot of silver, pointed to the storyteller, and gave it to the second brother.
The second brother went happily, and Xinglin poured three more rounds of tea at noon, stood up feeling his stomach, stretched himself, went out to lead the horse, and walked slowly home along the road.
At sunset on the shore of the lake, the water is sparkling, and one person and one horse walk against the light.
Xu Feng blew his forehead hair, he turned his eyes, looked at Shining Wave, put down the horse rope in his hand, picked up the small stone at his feet, and threw it towards the distant lake.
There was a soft sound on the surface of the lake, causing a layer of ripples, followed by another light sound, and another layer of ripples, and the third light sound gradually weakened, forming a small circle of ripples, which disappeared within two strokes.
Xing Lin stopped and watched for a while, then turned around, led the horse, and walked forward slowly.
From then on, apart from accompanying his mother, he went to teahouses in other places for recreation.Running back and forth for dozens of miles, one person and one horse, is very pleasant.
Sometimes when he comes out of the tea house, he also takes a stroll in the lively market. He likes to visit the book stalls, and he often flips through the book.
Picking up what he wanted, he stuffed it into his arms and took it back, or took it to Fengjilou, where he lay on the couch in his old place and studied it all afternoon.Or take it back to the Dongshan school, turn on the lamp at night, lie under the quilt, and watch it quietly by the dim candlelight.
He looked at it and smiled.
On this day, when his mother was resting, Xing Lin went out, went for a routine stroll around Fengjilou, got on his horse, and walked slowly towards the county town.
After entering the county town, he went to the tea house familiarly, tied up his horse, found the old seat in the back row, ordered preserved tea and fruit, and planned to sit for a whole noon.
Unexpectedly, today's storyteller has already talked about the part where the demon king occupied Yufang Palace after his resurrection.
The tea guests in the tea house had a dispute.
A tea guest said: "Don't mention anything else, this Demon Lord is worthy of the word infatuation."
Another person said: "Think about the tens of thousands of people who died in the southeast sea. After reading a few books, you praise the devil?"
The previous man said: "It's just a case-by-case discussion. In terms of love, Mozun is indeed worthy of this lamp keeper."
Another person said: "The lamp keeper obeyed the arrangement of the master, for the sake of the immortal sect, and for the sake of countless common people, he must do this. Let me ask you, if it were you, how would you treat the situation at that time?"
The previous man said, "Although that is the case, this person is indeed a bit cold."
The booing idlers around echoed the other's words, "If he is not cool, we will die."
The third person said, "It's really not worth it for someone to endure disgust and commit himself to a man to save your life, and let you gossip like this!"
The fourth person said: "Now Xianmen can praise this man to the sky, and I wish I could confess it as an ancestor."
He continued: "However, I heard from a disciple of a great immortal sect that they were a little puzzled by what the lantern keeper did. It’s time to go? Why didn’t the Demon Venerable mention it at the moment of life and death when he got it? Also, when the Lantern Keeper asked for the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, he said the hype was falling in front of the heads, why did he lurk beside the Demon Venerable for a long time without getting it?”
"That's Demon Lord! Is that easy to get?"
"However, there are indeed too many suspicious things. Why don't these masters ask the lamp keeper to come out and ask?"
"I screamed, but I can't scream. His father is also difficult to talk, so it's not easy to scream."
"The disciple also said that the fairy gate secretly said that the lantern keeper actually has feelings for the Demon Lord, but now the lantern keeper is a living ancestor, and no one dares to say it on the stage..."
Three voices sounded simultaneously.
"Nonsense, people sacrificed for Xianmen, and you still want to defile others..."
"Nonsense, if he was a man of affection, why would he have gone there?"
"I knew it, the two of them couldn't figure it out, it's not easy..."
Finally, someone yelled, "Keep your voice down, that lampkeeper is a disciple of the nearby fairy gate, be careful not to be overheard by his senior brother."
Xing Lin drank the tea in his hand in one gulp. After listening to his fill, he paid the bill and went out. He led the horse and strolled slowly along the market, and walked to the bookstall. The boss had known him for a long time. Brother, I'll keep the new "Walking the Moon and Listening to the Wind" for you."
Xing Lin took it, flipped through a few pages, paid the money with a smile, folded the book in half and stuffed it into his bosom, carrying today's rations in his arms, and went home contentedly.
Xizhao Lake stretches for tens of miles and is sparkling. Every afternoon, the shadows of a man and a horse walk slowly through the waves.
It's been three months, after the Mozun returned to the Wangyue Cave, he crossed the sea with the Immortal Gate and remained motionless, without any news. .
With a story book in his arms, Xing Lin rode on a horse, leisurely commuting between the two places, listening to books, drinking tea, drinking and having fun, and the days passed slowly.
One day, Xing Lin came to the tea house on time at noon, and after waiting for half a day, the storyteller was still talking about the story of the scholar. This is a wealthy regular customer, who came with a smile all over his face, "What else do you want, my lord?"
Xing Lin smiled, pointed to the stage and said, "Isn't this storyteller talking about anything else today?"
The second elder brother said: "Tell me, it's just that the previous story about the devil is almost the same. Besides, I heard that the devil traveled across the ocean and went to the end of the West Sea. There is nothing new to tell. I will find a new book to talk about it tomorrow." ..."
Without paying attention, Xing Lin dropped the tea bowl in his hand on the table, the tea bowl rolled around on the table, the tea lid fell to the ground, and it split in two with a crisp sound.The hot tea filled his arms.
He immediately stood up, shaking the dripping skirt of his chest, the skirt was steaming, and the boiling water touched his chest, causing pain.
The little brother was in a hurry to wipe it for him, Xing Lin frowned deeply, pulled his clothes, and let others serve him. In the midst of the chaos, he still remembered that he rewarded the little brother and paid for the teacup. The store knew that he was a regular customer and refused. To collect the money for the teacup, without saying a word, he stuffed it into the hand of the second brother, and rode away.
This time he rode extremely fast, the hot water on the lapels of his clothes against the cool wind soon became icy cold, sticking sticky to his chest.