"It's a dirty name." "I don't want to be a wolf, I'm going to be an angel." "Yes, wolves crawl on the ground, angels fly in the sky." "Wolves are bad animals." "It's better to be an angel, the angel is handsome and beautiful." The children began to talk in a loud voice.

Seeing this, the old man smiled gently, took out two pieces of red cloth tied with red cloth from his bosom, rubbed them to the shiny and shiny bamboo board, and knocked them rhythmically.

"Bang bang...... Bang Bang Bang ...... Bang Bang ...... Bang Bang Bang ...... Bang Bang ...... Bang bang bang ......"

Looking at it, the two bamboo boards are still a little different, the left hand is two large bamboo boards tied together, and the right hand is five small bamboo boards running together.

The rhythmic percussion immediately aroused the interest of the children, and they all fell silent.

The old man cleared his throat, and with the rhythm of the bamboo plank, Yin and Yang suddenly spoke.

Hello friends, I am an old beggar who wanders the world, a storyteller in the game world.

Listen, friends, I will come, and I will come.

As the saying goes, there are mountain buildings outside the mountains, there are people outside the sky, there are islands in the sea, and there are sand in the soil.

And then, I'm going to say, it's about the old story from 180 years ago.

If you don't tell this story, your father won't tell it, your mother won't tell it, and your teacher won't tell it, so I'll tell it.

A hundred years ago, the Great Heavenly Army, from the west, from the middle, from the north,

750,000 gold armor crossed the sea, braved the wind and waves, overcame thorns and thorns, and stepped on the four directions with iron hooves, stepping on the four sides!

Holy Coming, Heaven Weeping,

True might, the earth is shattered.

In the name of light, slaughter the light,

The righteousness of good, kill all the good.

Under the giant wheel, there are no eggs,

Mourning, corpses all over the field.

Heaps of bones, rivers of blood,

30,000 iron armor drew their swords angrily! Anger - draw - sword!

Not for fame, not for profit, just for the fire in the heart,

Not for merit, not for Lu, only for the benefit of children and grandchildren.

The war song sounds, the horn blows, the ancient bell rings, and the 30,000 ironclad war gods are mighty!

Red blood, splashed in all directions,

Qingyunzhi, vow not to return.

Though the body is dead, though the soul is destroyed,

750,000 gold armor liver and gallbladder split, liver-gallbladder-split.

Holy Angels, dwelling in the Iron Castle,

The Great Pope, sitting in the court,

The Templar army was thousands.

A hundred years have passed, I dare not mention it, no-dare to mention!

In the crackling sound of bamboo, powerful poems echoed in the small carriage, lingering in the ears......

The simple and bright rhythm stirs up a sense of grandeur. Between the lines, it seems that you can see the postures of devoting themselves to the sea of corpses and blood. They are brave and fearless, but they are always in love, they are attached to the beautiful, but they are indomitable, and they die in the fire......

When the psalm ended, there was silence in the carriage, and there was no sound except for the gentle sound of the wheels of the train grinding against the tracks.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy who had just asked suddenly stood up, clenched his fists and said loudly: "When I grow up, I want to become a holy wolf guardian to protect our hometown and our temple." ”

"I don't want it, my dad says they're all fools." "Uh-huh, that's what my grandfather said." "My mother said that only when she has eaten enough can she have the strength to care about others, and these people don't even have to eat, and they talk about ...... all day long." "My sister said they were a bunch of people with their brains in the water." The children scattered as they talked.

Looking at the children's reactions, a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes. However, he soon came back to his senses, and suddenly seemed to remember something important, hurriedly picked up the wooden bowl in front of him, and shouted to the children who were about to leave: "Ladies and gentlemen, reward a little money, the old man is not easy to tell stories......

Hearing the old man's call, the children not only did not stop, but dispersed in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, it was all gone.

"Alas~" The old man sighed lightly, glanced at the little boy who had just asked, and then put down the wooden bowl and sat down dejectedly. It's not hard to see that they're in a group......

"Ding!"

At this moment, a crisp sound came to his ears, and the old man quickly lowered his head and looked at the wooden bowl, only to see a golden coin spinning rapidly in the bowl. Looking up, a smartly dressed and tall young man wearing large sunglasses was looking at them. And beside the young man, there were two Far Eastern girls, one tall and one short. They are good-looking, with a smooth complexion and a peaceful temperament, and they know at a glance that they are from a good background and have a superior living environment.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle for the reward." The old man nodded and thanked the boy by the back of his head. (I would like to pay tribute to my readers and friends who support me)

However, in the blink of an eye, Iron Slag sensed something was wrong. There was a flash of alertness in the old man's eyes, and although it was fleeting, he caught it.

"Maybe I'm not your friend, but I'm certainly not your enemy." Iron Slag said as he tossed out a second gold coin. I heard a crisp sound of "ding", and the gold coin crossed a streamer of light and fell into the wooden bowl with unmistakable accuracy.

Looking at the whirling gold coins in the bowl, Qin Ke'er couldn't help but widen his eyes. After staring for a while, she slowly turned her head, looked at the side of the iron slag's face, and slandered in her heart: "Two gold coins, how can there be such a waste of money, give it to me if you think you have too much money, I'm short of money......"

When the second gold coin stopped turning, the old man showed a flattering look on his face, and said with a smile: "This uncle, what can I do to help you?" Although the old man is a wandering storyteller, he is also proficient in metaphysics and easy to learn, can read and count hexagrams, observe the heavens, peep into the heavens, and understand the situation of the world, and know the past and ......the future."

"He's a liar." Qin Ke'er reminded in a low voice.

"Hmm." Mu Qianhe echoed. The Far East lacks everything, and the most important thing is charlatans, fortune tellers, and old Chinese medicine doctors.

"You guys go back first." Iron Slag said lightly, but his tone was unquestionable. The two women immediately looked at each other, didn't say anything, and walked hand in hand towards the box.

After the two girls walked away, Tie Slag took off his sunglasses, then squatted down beside the old man, and asked, "Where did you hear the story you just said?" ”

"Blind people everywhere." The old man said casually.

"Where did you listen?" As he spoke, Iron Slag narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a cold glow was shining, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

The old man's face immediately turned pale, and he couldn't help but look out the window. At this moment, the train is moving at high speed, and the scenery outside the window is also speeding backwards, sweeping by. Then the old man looked at the iron slag, then pushed the little boy on the shoulder, took a gold coin and stuffed it into him, and said, "Buy a boxed lunch." ”

The little boy took the money and ran away.

It didn't take long for the old man to touch his beard, turn his face, and ask at the iron slag, "Young man, what do you want to ask?" As long as the old man knows, he will tell you. ”

"Just question." Iron Slag said.

"It's not a secret, in our Far East, anyone who is old knows this story." The old man replied.

"What's that?" Iron slag pointed to the bamboo chip that showed a corner of the old man's pocket.

"This is the Far Eastern Allegro ......," the old man took out and explained, "The two big ones are called big boards, and the small five pieces are called knots boards, which are collectively called seven boards, which are our small operas in the Far East." ”

"Hmm......" Iron Slag nodded thoughtfully, perhaps because he was too careful, and thought that he had met the old man of the Brilliant Temple.

"By the way, this old man ......" The old man looked at the iron slag, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Please." Iron Slag raised his hand and gestured.

"You don't look like a Westerner or a Central, and you don't look like a Far Easterner, so can you take the liberty of asking, where are you from?" The old man asked.

"Northern Wilderness Continent, people from Tieshan Town." Iron Slag said that with his current status, he no longer needs to hide his origins. Of course, the identity of Brilliant Tinder and Nolseth cannot be easily divulged.

"The old man knows a little bit of physiognomy and can calculate your past and future, let the old man guess, if there is something wrong, it is the old man who is not good at learning, please don't be surprised." The old man said cautiously.

"Please." Iron Slag said dryly.

"Judging from your facial features, there are some characteristics of the Ice Plains people, and the ancestors should be the remnants of the north, right?" The old man observed for a moment and guessed.

"I don't know, maybe." Iron Slag replied quietly.

"But ......," the old man hesitated, gazing at the iron slag's chest. Following his gaze, there was a badge carved with a redbud flower.

Iron Slag looked down, immediately understood, then grinned, took out a bronze badge from the inner pocket, and showed it to the old man. There was a bear's paw engraved on it, and when the old man saw it, his eyes immediately widened, and he asked uncertainly, "You...... Are you an ancient war bear? ”

Iron Slag nodded, the old man suddenly felt relieved, exhaled deeply, and sighed: "Scared to death old decay...... Then, he asked, "You are an ancient war bear, why are you still ...... He also wears the coat of arms of the Lombal family. ”

"I'll do the work for them......" Iron Slag thought for a moment, then added, "for the time being." ”

"That's good...... That's good......" said the old man as if talking to himself.

"Are the Lombal family scary?" Iron Slag asked.

"No, after all, the story I'm telling is their taboo." The old man said.

"Are you really just an ordinary storyteller?" Iron Slag suddenly changed his words and asked. He did not believe that an old beggar from the Far East could recognize the symbol of the Lombal family.

"This ......," said the old man, after a moment's hesitation, "it can be said or ...... Not exactly ......"

"What do you mean?" Iron Slag asked.

"Hmm...... How so...... Let me think about it...... "The old man hesitated for a while, but he didn't say why. And the iron slag just squatted there, patiently waiting, and did not rush. Not long after, the little boy returned with his lunch box.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to take his hand, and while smelling the vegetables, he said to the iron slag: "Young man, the old man has been busy for a long time, and he is so hungry that he almost has no strength to speak, wait for the old man to finish eating, and then talk to you slowly, okay?" ”

Iron Slag nodded in agreement. However, the old man's eating speed was unusually slow, like a chicken pecking rice, every time he ate a small bite, when he gnawed the meat and bones, he licked it for a long time, and the iron slag was uncomfortable.

Half an hour later......

"Arrive at the station ahead, please prepare your luggage and belongings when you get off the train......" A mechanically synthesized female voice came out of the loudspeaker, and the train began to slow down slowly.

At this time, the old man had eaten almost enough. I saw him put down the lunch box, clapped his hands, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then took out the kettle, poured a big mouthful, and let out a long sigh of "Ah ......" with satisfaction, and then carried the kettle, faced the iron slag and said: "Young man, if there is any problem, just say." ”

"Just question." Iron Slag said.

"Which problem?" The old man looked dazed.

"Are you really just an ordinary storyteller?" Iron Slag frowned and repeated.

"Alas...... It's a long story...... It's a long story......" the old man sighed and said slowly.

But at this moment, the train stopped, and with a soft "snort", the doors slowly opened to both sides. The old man immediately grabbed the little boy's hand and rushed out of the door. The iron slag didn't chase them out, just calmly watched their departing backs.

After running for a while, the old man stopped and turned to look at the iron slag that was standing behind the door.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, an old man and a young man looked at each other quietly without saying a word.

Minute by minute......

"Dear passengers, the train is about to depart, please sit back in your place and don't move around......" A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the loudspeaker again.

"Sneer......" The door slowly closed with a long deflated sound.

But at the last moment, when there was still a gap in the door, the old man suddenly let go of the little boy's hand and ran towards the iron slag.

"Young friend, please remember that I am a landwalker!" The old man chased the departing train and shouted out out of breath: "I...... I'm walking in ...... The fire that walks in the world...... I'm a landwalker......"

As the train progressed, the old voice became quieter and quieter.