"Mr. Xiaodao, are you really leaving?" There are still customers who don't believe in evil and run up to ask.

"Yes, if I don't leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." In such a short period of time, he had already packed his small amount of luggage, and after saying this to all the people present, he turned around and left.

The crowd still didn't react, they could only feel that the storyteller who had been talking for a long time was likely to leave them forever.

Zhang Lingdao sat upstairs, looking at the scenes downstairs, because Mr. Storyteller didn't talk for a long time, from the time he arrived in this building to the time he left, only half an hour passed.

And he didn't even collect a little money, and even paid for the tea himself, so he left in a hurry, and all this he did seemed to be very planned, as if it had been planned at the beginning.

"Sir, go slowly!" The few people who knew her well also said hello to him, and then watched him leave slowly.

More people in the rivers and lakes just regard these as a joke, and this storyteller obviously can't make much money from them, so he actually makes this show for them.

Zhang Lingdao picked it up casually, stuffed the last few grains of rice into his mouth, and followed quietly, it was clear from before that this storyteller was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

The calluses on his hands, in addition to the place where he held the pen, there were several places that ordinary people would not be able to touch.

That place can only be left by those who have been beaten by regular exercise and often pay attention to their use, and it is an obvious trace of martial arts!

Zhang Lingdao was very curious, where did this storyteller hear about the affairs of Jiangnan? And what do these things in the rivers and lakes have to do with him, a storyteller? Why did he rush to leave at this time?

The storyteller's name is strange, the customers used to call him Mr. Xiaodao, and he himself called Xiaodao, as if he were called by that name, so let's call him that.

Xiaodao hurriedly walked on the road, which was very different from the way he usually walked, although he was just a storyteller, but because of his exquisite news and wonderful narration, he basically did not worry about his livelihood.

What's more, he just finds some empty houses to live in at random, and he doesn't spend money on accommodation, so his usual walking posture is quite leisurely, and it can even be said to be leisurely.

But today it was a little different, his steps seemed to be very hurried, and the whole person was not at all like before, but rushed forward like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

But even if he walked so fast, he didn't go far, Zhang Lingdao just followed him not far away, and found that more than a dozen figures passed by him.

Almost all of them came out of the inn, and they were dressed in different clothes, from assassins in real black robes, beggars in ragged clothes, and merchants in very rich silk silks......

Zhang Lingdao Liangying was in his own shape, he wanted to see what kind of things these seemingly unrelated people were going to do.

One of them, dressed as a scholar, walked quickly to Mr. Xiaodao's side, and shouted: "Sir, please stay, I look at Mr. Manners and appearance, I wonder if you can come to my house to be an accountant?" It's easy to say! ”

The storyteller turned around and said something that had nothing to do with this context, "From Kaifeng to Jiuhua, from Jiuhua to Hangzhou, Hangzhou to Jiangnan, I originally thought that I had escaped, but it seems to be an illusion? ”

He shook his head with some regret, but he didn't feel much annoyance, and the scholar in front of him was a little confused.

"What do you mean, sir? Could it be that Mr. Cheng already has a better place to go, so he deliberately said this? ”

The storyteller still didn't answer his words, but asked a question that was even more unrelated to this question, "Dare to ask this brother, what day is the beginning of the month today?" ”

"What day of the month?" The scholar smiled casually, "Today is naturally the sixth day of the fourth month, if Mr. just wants to use this knowledge to test me, he can't take the test!" ”

"Is it already the sixth day of April? I've been opening this for months! The storyteller sighed, as if he had let down some of his guards.

The scholar walked up to him smoothly, as if to ask him some questions, but in the next moment, a cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, it was a short sword glowing with silver light, and it was about to pierce the heart of the person in front of him.

"Ding!" Zhang Lingdao looked at this Mr. Xiaodao with some surprise, he actually blocked this almost death-defying killing move with his hands, which was really a little surprising.

Then he shook his left sleeve robe, and a silk silk with many dense words written on it was thrown out, and on this silk silk, there was a very deep line.

It was the previous silk that blocked the almost fatal attack for him, and also gave him a chance to breathe.

"Heavenly Merry's Substitution Technique? I can't believe you have such a trick! "The people who sneaked up on it before didn't expect that they were so careful, and they were still escaped by him.

Since the assassination was useless, they didn't need to hide it, and those who were tall, short, fat and thin with different identities also came out of the back of the house one after another and stopped in front of the storyteller.

The storyteller didn't even glance at the silk on the ground, which he put in his sleeve just to give him a substitute, and he didn't cherish it so much.

What surprised him the most was that the person who attacked him just now, "I heard that the 365 branch masters of the Blue Dragon Society can't lie, could it be that my news is wrong?" ”

"No, even the substitution technique has been used, we believe that you are definitely not cheating us!" The scholar shook his head and removed a token from his waist.

On top of that token, a few words were written in scarlet blood: "The sixth day of the fourth month"!

"No wonder, you really worked hard to invite the sixth day of the fourth month today?" The storyteller also admired these guys and couldn't stop shaking his head.

"How can you be sure that you can do it today, and how can you know that I didn't leave a day early? If I have one thing that is wrong, will your plan today be in vain? The storyteller was still puzzled.

"Of course it'......" The scholar was still about to explain, but was rudely interrupted by the fat merchant next to him, "Siliu, what nonsense to talk to him, quickly kill him, go back and get the reward!" ”

"It seems that Siyi doesn't like you very much. Well, it's time for you to hit the road now! The scholar shrugged his shoulders, very anthropomorphic!

ps: I had a headache, and I went back to sleep in a chapter