Chapter 607: The story of the city, lights and people (Part 1)

Standing not far from the bridge hole, watching the old Jianxiu cry so sad, the young man was a little sad, but he didn’t give birth to the idea of ​​going past. There are too many people in this world, and there will be too many sad things. , Even if you want to manage, you can't manage it.
So many things can only be watched.
But the young man could see that the drunk old sword repairer was a sword repairer with a low level.
In such a small city, there is such a monk, which makes people feel a little surprised.
After all, this is a place that is hard to see even Jianghu Takeo.
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The young man walked in this city called Xiaoyuan with the sword box on his back, and soon attracted the attention of many children.
In a place where the drunk old man, Lao Jianxiu, has become a celebrity in the small town, this young man who is more like a swordsman than the old Jianxiu naturally attracted more attention.
Li Fuyao, who was only carrying a sword box on his back and a long sword hanging from his waist, made people look at him, but he didn't seem to be that kind of mountain man out of dust.
The saying of the monk on the mountain has only spread.
In the past, these monks and people in the world were more willing to call them gods on the mountain.
Xiaoyuan City is just a small city in the northeast of Yanling Dynasty. There is nothing outstanding. It is thrown into the huge Yanling territory. This place is like a stone thrown into the sea. No one will notice. After the pamphlets in Luoyang City were distributed here, they did not cause much sensation. Gentlemen who had read the book shook their heads after reading them.
The adults who are not very literate looked at it, but their eyes gleamed.
But with or without this booklet, days will pass, the moon will appear at night, and the sky will always return to this world in the early morning.
This is the law of everything, even if you are the Great Monk of the Sea, you cannot change it.
The young man carried the sword box and walked around the entire Xiaoyuan City for a day. After passing many alleys, he saw many children and chased them in the alleys. This is a good time for the Spring Return. The weather is not too cold. Not to mention the heat, this season and autumn are both days that children like.
Except for summer, they are all.
The spring and autumn are due to the weather, and the cold winter is due to snow.
In the heavy snow season, adults find it a little uncomfortable, but children find it a little interesting. After all, the temptation of and making snowmen is really not a few children who can completely ignore it.
It’s just now that the spring has returned, and many children who are still talking about last winter also know that if they want to build snowmen or play snowball fights, they have to wait a whole year.
After the young man with the sword box walked for a day, he didn’t know if he was exhausted, so he sat down in front of the house in a small alley. The house was not big, but the threshold was very high. The gate was not closed, but no one was seen. Young After sitting down for a while, a child walked to the door with a big white bowl. The young man turned his head and saw that there was just a bowl of white water in the big white bowl.
The child handed the water to Li Fuyao and looked at the young man who had never seen him before, and didn't know what to say.
Li Fuyao took the big white bowl and sipped the water. In the end, he still has a relationship with this child. Somewhere in the city before, the young man watched the child chatting with the old Jianxiu under the bridge. of.
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 the child took the big white bowl back, he did not run into the house immediately, but sat beside the young man and was silent for a while. , Soon asked: "Are you the kind of hero who walks the rivers and lakes? Or is it the kind of monk on the mountain that the gentlemen said?"
The young man did not answer directly, but just turned his head and asked, "Which kind do you think I look like?"
The child hugged the big white bowl and looked very calm. He soon wanted to recall the contents of the booklet, and then said softly: "If the monk on the mountain is like a swordsman, he can only have a sword at his waist. Seeing that you are carrying such a large sword box, and you don't look like a swordsman, you don't know if it is a sword repairer or a swordsman walking through the rivers and lakes."
When young people hear such an interesting statement, they really feel a bit interesting, but they only feel a little bit interesting. As for other things, there is nothing else.
The child was holding the big white bowl and looked at this stranger who had been born to the extreme. He didn't have the slightest fear. He just continued: "I don't care about you. I want to hear stories, good and bad stories. listen."
The child seems to have a more mature mind than this age, which does not make people feel naive, but gives people a different feeling.
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Looking at the big white bowl, people remembered the big white bowl he was looking at on the street many years ago, in the morning after the snowy night, the two bowls were of course different, but the bowls were the same bowl.
Thinking of this, he reached out and rubbed the child's head.
There was a little smile in his eyes.
After thinking about it, the young man smiled and said, "The stories I know are not very good. They are like walking through rivers and lakes. You think it should be, but in fact it is not like this. There are many unexpected things."
The child pouted and muttered in a low voice: "Why is it exactly the same as what the old man said."
The young man heard this, but ignored it. After a moment of silence, he really started talking to the little guy about his own experiences. There are good and bad experiences. Young people avoid bad things and only say good things. It's just that, many years ago, he was not a swordsman, but a storyteller, so it is actually very interesting to tell the story.
Those stories weren't really good at first, but I don't know how, after the young man said them, they became so irritating.
Let the child listen intoxicated.
This is the story he wants to hear.
It was still dusk when the young man came to this house. When the last story was finished, it was already dark. At a glance, there were some sporadic lights in the entire Xiaoyuan City.
Embellished in the night.
The young man closed his mouth and stood up, so that the child who was still immersed in the story also recovered.
The young man pointed to the light in the distance and asked softly, "Why is Xiaoyuancheng called Xiaoyuancheng?"
Although that child knows a lot more than other children, he doesn't necessarily know everything, especially since this small garden city has been built for many years, it is not realistic to ask this child.
The young man knew that this child should not know, so he just smiled.
The child stared at him and suddenly asked, "What are you doing in Xiaoyuan City?"
The young man didn't seem to hear these words, but just walked forward alone, and after walking a long way, he said, "Killing."
Ps: People are lazy, I may be lazy. I don't want to move when I stop, especially in Chongqing in July. The weather is too hot to make people feel lazy.