Infinite Script Killing

"clatter!"

There was a shock, and there was no one in the hall. The old man looked at everyone with a smile and raised his voice: "How about we talk about traditional storytelling for a while today."

"good!!"

Everyone below clapped their hands and applauded. They all knew that the old gentleman's story telling mostly consisted of weird stories, but today it was rare for him to speak a serious story about storytelling. How could everyone not cheer for him? ?

“Brother, what are we doing here??”

Three heads poked their heads out from the window seat on the second floor, it was Gao Zhuo and his party.

As Gao Zhuo spoke, he couldn't help but look around. He also learned the name of Feng Lailou from his old man.

The old man's evaluation of this teahouse was very unusual. He said that this place is both a river and a lake, but not a river and lake. The wind blows and the trees cannot calm down, and the wind leaves no trace.

No one can say how wonderful this teahouse is.

No matter how ordinary this teahouse is, everyone who has been to this teahouse in the world would call it evil.

If there are waves in the rivers and lakes, the wind will come to the building to find the true chapter.

This is what the old man said back then, and he has longed for Feng Lailou for a long time.

I heard Xu Tong talk about the evil nature of this teahouse before, and my heart was even more itchy. Until today, when I finally had the opportunity to come to this teahouse, I was like Xu Tong, looking left and right, but I couldn't understand the mystery.

It's just an ordinary teahouse, and there's nothing particularly evil about it.

That's why I asked Zhu Xiang and He Huanxi in front of me.

"Hehe." Zhu Xiang grinned, with a mysterious look on his face, while He Huanxi patted him on the shoulder and said: "Third brother, don't ask, just taste it when you come, taste it carefully, and you will be able to taste it slowly." Taste it."

Hearing this, Gao Zhuo cursed in his heart: "I think you are an old sycophant. I should have drowned you two in the water. I am really blind to save you two."

Just as Gao Zhuo was speaking in Xiangxi dialect, he was greeting the two families.

I only heard the old man downstairs snapping the alarm again: "As the old saying goes, one Lu, two Zhao, three Dianwei, four passes, five horses and six Zhang Fei, Huang Xu, Sun Tai, two Xiahou, two Xu Pang, Gan Zhou and Wei. The magic gun Zhang Xiu and Wen Yan, although he is brave, his fate is too tragic. Of the twenty-four generals of the Three Kingdoms, Deng Ai and... Jiang Wei were defeated."

A setting poem, said with great momentum, caused everyone below to applaud.

The old gentleman's eyes shone brightly: "Everyone, we are not going to talk about Lu Bu and Guan Yu. Today we are just going to talk about Zhao Zilong, who is full of courage and courage. He entered and left Changbanpo seven times!"

"Wontons, rice noodles, rolled dough..."

When Xu Tong walked to the streets of Tianqiao, he could hear the shouts of vendors. More importantly, the smell was overwhelming and there were all kinds of snacks. Xu Tong suddenly felt that the glutton in his stomach was being attracted.

There is a small shop specializing in rice noodles by the river. When I walked over, I smelled a faint medicinal aroma and a bit of a stinky smell.

But the business was surprisingly good. Xu Tong sat down and ordered a large bowl, and soon the rice noodles came out.

Unlike other rice noodles, this rice noodle uses chicken soup made from medicinal foods. The rice noodles served are not ordinary thin rice noodles, but yellow rice noodles mixed with cornmeal.

Sprinkle a spoonful of sesame seeds, a layer of red oil chili pepper, and a thick layer of chives on top.

Just the smell of it makes people salivate under their tongues.

The big bowls of this era were really big. A bowl of rice noodles only cost four cents. Even an adult would burp after eating one bowl just because of the portion.

But for Xu Tong, it was just an appetizer. After finishing one bowl, he ordered wontons from a restaurant next door, a large bowl of oil tea, and a basket of steamed buns. Burping, he stood up. Under the strange looks of everyone, he stood up, paid and left.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to buy a beef pot helmet and gnawed it while walking.

This is probably the sequelae of physical enhancement. I have only improved my overall physical fitness twice, and the total increase is only 50%.

It is said that those players who specialize in close combat will try their best to improve their physical fitness. Once they reach a certain level, they don't need to spend script points at all, and a casual punch can be enough to crush ordinary players.

However, the principle of equivalent exchange will never go out of style.

These people have improved their physiques to an inhuman level. No matter how much ordinary food they eat, it is difficult to fill their stomachs. Their hunger will even greatly reduce their strength and even threaten their lives.

To put it bluntly, if these people have no food, they will starve to death faster than ordinary people.

So every time I enter the script, I have to buy several large boxes of high-calorie compressed bars at the exhibition to use as food. In addition to being super high in calories, this kind of food is almost as unpalatable as dog food, and the price is not cheap.

It can be regarded as a drink and a peck, there must be a reason for it.

It was already approaching the afternoon, and more and more people were on the street. Xu Tong was eating Guokui and walking forward. Suddenly he felt something. He subconsciously ducked to the side and wiped his shoulder with one hand.

Suddenly his eyes turned cold, and when he glanced sideways, he saw only a man. Looking at his empty hand, he looked at Xu Tong with some embarrassment: "Oh, brother, you lost your money!"

The man pointed to the green two-cent card on the ground and smiled at Xu Tong.

Xu Tong didn't look at the money. He looked up and down at the man. He was in his thirties, with a Chinese character face, a flat head and glasses, and a simple and honest look on his face, like an honest and honest teacher.

"Sorry, this isn't mine."

Xu Tong stared at each other as he spoke, took two steps back, turned around and squeezed into the crowd.

The man was stunned when he saw this, and his expression suddenly turned sinister. He reached out to pick up the money and put it into his pocket. After thinking about it, he turned and walked towards the other side.

"Remember, when you are walking around the world, no one can tap you on the shoulder. Even if they accidentally bump into you, you have to be careful about other people's plots."

This sentence is what Mr. Song often talks about, because back then, the master was accidentally touched by someone and got hit. From then on, Mr. Song had a strong obsession with this aspect.

Xu Tong was also extra cautious about this. He thought carefully about the man's hands just now. His fingers were rough and there were raised calluses on his fingertips. He looked like a Lianjiazi, which did not match his appearance at all.

The slap he just hit on his shoulder was fast and accurate. If he hadn't felt something in his heart and subconsciously dodged it, he might have been hit by it.

Thinking more carefully about the list of messages written by Taoist Zhuzhu to himself, Qianju was surrounded by a man named Mr. Ji Ming. His sinister and vicious Jing Xin Palm was similar to Taoist Zhu Zhu's iron sand palm.

It's just that after Master Zhuzhu's iron sand palm is refined to perfection, his fingers are as delicate and white as green onions and tender bamboo shoots, making it difficult for people to notice.

But Mr. Urgent's urging hand is not so magical. The fingers are like hooks and the joints are thick, making it easy for people to guard against it at a glance.

Thinking of this, he immediately understood that he was being watched by the Thousand Hands at this moment. Looking at the crowd passing behind him, he did not see the figure of Mr. Urgent anymore, but the strong sense of peeping was. Appears to oneself from time to time.

Obviously there is more than one person on the other side this time. All four masters around Senju are likely to come, and even Senju himself may come in person.

For a moment, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly. Instead of being nervous, he was a little excited. He also wanted to see what was so special about Qianju and his group, or how mysterious Qianju himself was.

Suddenly he deliberately slowed down, his eyes paying attention to everyone passing by.

"Huh!"

At this time, he suddenly noticed a big bald man sitting in the tea shed in front of him. His bald head was illuminated by the light bulb in the tea shed. It was as dazzling as an oversized light bulb in the crowd, and it was difficult not to attract attention.

The other party also noticed Xu Tong and waved to him with a smile.

"Man, another bowl of high chops."

Before Xu Tong came over, the bald man shouted to the waiter.

Xu Tong sat down, and the waiter had already placed the tea bowl in front of him. The tea here is not sold by pots, but by bowls, and a big bowl was filled to the brim.

The tea brewed is called high broken. The so-called high broken is not the name of a kind of tea, but the tea shop sells out the tea leaves and collects the remaining various residues for sale. The price is very cheap, but the taste is also good. , a big bowl is very mouth-watering.

"What do you call brother?"

When the bald man saw Xu Tong sitting down, he asked with a smile.

Xu Tong took a sip of tea. The tea tasted very muddy, but it was surprisingly fragrant. There was no aftertaste, but it was quite satisfying after one sip.

Hearing what the big bald man said, he said without raising his head: "My surname is Zu Mingzong, and I like beating monks the most." After saying that, he glanced at the other man's bald head and pretended to be surprised: "Oh, you are not a monk."

When the big bald man heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and his heart was even more stunned. This question was obviously directed at him. His nickname was Monk Ming. Xu Tong even knew this. I'm afraid his good friend, Tie Zhang The Taoist is already in a bad situation.

Thinking of this, Monk Ming couldn't help but sneer: "An eagle with broken feathers is not as good as a chicken, old friends, don't be afraid. Today, I will officially face you. If you pass the threshold, let's go round and round?"

The people drinking tea on the side didn't understand Monk Ming's slang, so they just thought he was speaking in dialect and didn't care.

But some people understand that what this means is that the police who take off their official uniforms are worse than ordinary people. They have never been afraid of this group. I want to meet you today just to see what kind of sect you are. , let’s compete and try out the depth.

"Boss pays!"

Immediately, three or five people in the tea shed dropped their money and left. Apparently they understood the dirty talk and didn't dare to stay here, so they left quickly.

Xu Tong took a sip of tea, and after listening to what Monk Ming said, he couldn't help but look him up and down and sneered: "Wen Pan Wu Pan, let's draw a line."

This is what Monk Ming was waiting for. When he slapped the table, he saw two coins being knocked directly into the table: "Happy, as long as you can walk out of this street alive today, our problem will be cleared!"

"Cleared?"

Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and looked at Monk Ming coldly. Under the clear black and white eyes, it was like a ball of cold fire was beating, which made Monk Ming's heart jump. He couldn't help but be surprised: "It's so big. Evil spirit!"

At this time, Xu Tong held his chin and looked at Monk Ming: "In this case, I also hope that you can get out of this street alive!"

As he spoke, the hands holding his chin suddenly crossed together, placed in front of his chest, and bowed towards Monk Ming...