Chapter 1086 Old Beggar!

Time passed, thirty years have passed since Sun De's story about Luo and Gu's fight for immortality ended.

Thirty years is basically the half of a mortal's life, too many changes can happen, too many turning points can happen, but for this small county town, although batches of children are born, grow up, get married, and have children.

But there are also batches of people who have declined, frustrated, aged, and even died.

But what remains unchanged is the county itself, whether it's the buildings, the city walls, or the yamen compound, and...the tea house from back then.

It is still the same as it used to be, even if it is damaged, but overall, it seems that there is not much change, except that some broken tiles are missing from the house, some bricks are missing from the city wall, some plaques are missing from the yamen compound, and... ... In the teahouse, the storyteller from back then was missing.

But in this county, there are more people and things, more shops, more towers on the city walls, more drums in the yamen compound, more guys in the teahouse, and... under the Dongcheng Bridge, there is an extra beggar .

The beggar was covered with white hair, his clothes were dirty, and his hands seemed to have dirt growing on his skin. He leaned half against the wall behind him, and in front of him was an incomplete wooden table with a black board on it. At this moment, the old man The beggar is looking at the sky, as if in a daze, his eyes are cloudy, he seems to be going blind, his whole body is dirty, but his wrinkled face is the only one... very clean, very clean.

It seemed that this was his only, the only decency.

It's just that this clean face is out of tune with the other beggars around, and it is also out of harmony with the crowds and bustling voices around them.

He didn't seem to care, after a while, when the sky was cloudy, the old beggar made a cooing sound from his throat, as if he was laughing or crying, he lowered his head, picked up the black wooden board on the table, and turned to the table As soon as it was released, the crisp sound of that year was released.

"Last time, I said that ninety million immeasurable kalpas before the demise of the boundless dao domain, outside the mysterious world, in the depths of the endless and strange distant starry sky, two powerful men who had existed since the beginning of the primordial The younger generation, compete with each other for the immortal position!"

"However, I saw that Da Neng named Luo raised his right hand, grabbed the Dao of Heaven, and was about to crush it..."

"But the ancients are even better, turning back the time when you turn around..." The old beggar's voice was cadenced, and he shook his head, as if immersed in the story, as if in his dim eyes, what he saw was not passing by in a hurry, but no one was there. The people who care about it are those infatuated eyes in the teahouse back then.

Even though his opening caused dissatisfaction among other beggars around, he still knocked the black board on the table with his hand, shook his head, and continued to talk.

"Old man, you have told this story for thirty years, can you change it?"

"Your surname Sun, shut up quickly, you disturbed my dream, do you deserve a beating again!" The dissatisfied voice became more and more intense, and finally a middle-aged beggar with a fierce appearance next to him stepped forward and grabbed the old man. The beggar's clothes stared at him fiercely.

"Old Sun, you still think you are Mr. Sun back then, I warn you, if you disturb my sweet dream again, this place... you will move out for me!"

Although the old beggar's eyes were dim, he glared at the middle-aged beggar who was holding his collar.

"Bold, I am Mr. Sun, I am Juren, I am famous all over the world, I..."

"You madman!" The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand and was about to slap him, when a low shout came from a distance.

"stop!"

As the sound came, I saw an old man holding a five or six-year-old child walking slowly from the side of the bridge.

Seeing the old man's arrival, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, the ferocity on his face turned into flattery and flattery, and he opened his mouth quickly.

"It turned out to be Zhou Yuanwai, the younger one would like to send you my greetings."

"Get back." That Zhou member frowned, took out some copper coins from his arms and threw them over. The middle-aged beggar quickly picked them up, smiling even more obsequiously, and hurriedly backed away.

Ignoring the other party, Yuan Zhou looked at the old beggar who continued to sit there after arranging his clothes with emotion and complexity in his eyes, and raised his hand to knock the black wooden board on the table again.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please tell me another part. I want to re-listen to the part of Luo's 90 million infinite kalpas and the final battle with Gu." Zhou Yuanwai said softly.

The old beggar rolled his eyelids, glanced at Zhou Yuan, looked around, and smiled faintly.

"So it's Xiaoer, are you here?"

Zhou Yuanwai laughed when he heard the words, as if lost in memory, he spoke after a while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, just waiting for your old man." He put down the curious little boy in his arms, stepped forward and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar smiled triumphantly, picked up the black wooden board, and knocked it on the table, making a cracking sound.

"I said last time..." The old beggar's voice echoed in the bustling crowd, as if taking him back to the past, and Zhou Yuanwai, who was opposite him, seemed to be doing the same thing. After dusk, as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou Yuanwai took a deep breath, looked at the gloomy sky, took off his coat and covered the old beggar, then bowed deeply, left some money, and took The boy leaves.

In the distance, the curious voice of a child can be heard.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar?"

"He, it's Mr. Sun. When grandpa was still working as a waiter in the teahouse, he was the gentleman he admired the most."

"But why is he here, isn't he going home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to travel thousands of miles and see the lives of the people. Maybe he is tired, so he takes a rest here." The old man's sobbing voice blends with the clear voice of the child, as he walks further and further away.

He couldn't see the sleeping old beggar behind him, whose body was trembling at this moment, tears could not be contained in his closed eyes, and flowed down his decent face, as the tears dripped, the gloomy sky also There was muffled thunder, and drops of cold rain also fell on the world.

The raindrops were very cold, causing the old beggar to slowly open his dim eyes while shivering. He picked up the black wooden board on the table and stroked it in his hands. This was the only thing that accompanied him from the beginning to the end.

Touching the black board, the old beggar looked up at the sky, and he remembered the rain at the end of the story.

The rain thirty years ago was cold, without warmth, just like fate. After the story of Gu and Luo was finished, he had no dreams, and the creation he created was about demons, demons, eternity, and demigods. The story of the fairy is also not exciting enough. From the beginning, everyone looked forward to it, until it was full of impatience, and finally no one cared about it.

He tried many versions, all failed without exception, and the failure of storytelling also made him more humble at home, the dissatisfaction of his father-in-law, the contempt and disgust of his wife, all made him bitter, and he could only hope Yu imperial examination.

But... he still failed.

The blows again and again made Sun De reach a dead end. In desperation, he could only tell the story about Gu Hexian again, which allowed him to restore his original life in a short time, but as the days passed Seven years later, no matter how wonderful the story is, it cannot overcome repetition. Gradually, when everyone has heard it, and when more people imitate it in other places, Sun De's path will be broken.

He has no source of income, and gradually loses his reputation and dignity. At this time, his wife, after being disgusted countless times, is getting along with others in front of him, especially when he is angry. He directly ended the marriage with him, and with the support of his former father-in-law, remarried to someone else.

And Sun De, who also suffered from the deception at the beginning, was beaten up, his legs were broken, and he was thrown out of the house. It was also raining and cold that day.

Lost his family, lost his career, lost his decency, lost everything, lost his legs, and howling in the rain, he finally couldn't bear such a blow, he went crazy.

In other words, he had to be crazy, because how much fame he had when he was the most popular, and how much loss he has now after having nothing. This gap is not something ordinary people can bear.

Crazy, he relied on the alms from the former listeners who occasionally sighed and recalled to survive. Gradually, he became a beggar, a beggar who lived in his own world and was still a storyteller.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but it seemed that he was unwilling, he struggled to live on, even though... the only thing that accompanied him was that piece of black wood.

Caressing the black wooden board at this moment, Sun De looked at the rain, he felt that today was colder than usual, as if he was the only one left in the whole world, and everything in his eyes became blurred, faintly, as if Heard many voices and saw many figures.

"Mr. Sun, come on for a while."

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we are all scratching our heads when we hear that, don't be a fool, old man."

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you kept us waiting, but it was worth it!"

Listening to the sounds around him and looking at the enthusiastic figures, Sun De smiled, but his smile was slowly turning into eternity as his body cooled down.

But at this moment...he suddenly saw the figures of two people in the crowd, they were exceptionally clear, they were a middle-aged man with white hair, his eyes seemed sad, and there was a little girl in red beside him, Although the child was well dressed, his complexion was pale, and his figure was somewhat illusory, as if it would disappear at any moment.

The two of them sat there, staring at themselves.

"Senior, please save my daughter. Wang is willing to pay all the price for this!" When Sun De looked over, the white-haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to Sun De.