I, the tomb robbing storyteller, exposed the old nine gates at the beginning

“Speaking of these old nine doors and three doors, you all know that there is a sentence to summarize.”

“That’s the smiling Buddha of Yan Luo’s prodigal son!”

“Ping Sanmen is a thief, and in the rivers and lakes, some of them are also notorious for it!”

“As I said, in that year, Ping Sanmen was the fresh force behind the ground.”

“Therefore, these people can also be described as lonely heroes, with at most a few apprentices under their hands.”

“Walking in the mountains all day, looking for ancient tombs, and living a hard life, all by the greed in your heart!”

“It’s like our current hitfighters, do you work because you like it?”

“Definitely not, because there is no money and you need to survive!”

“The same was true of the Pingsanmen in that year, and the inverted bucket shipment was their main source of income.”

Zhang Lin’s three words and two words, the audience outlined a unique social environment.

In the special environment of the flat three doors, the upside down is not interest, is survival.

This is completely different from most Xia people now, who are obsessed with archaeology!

Even Old Lady Huo in the box on the second floor heard this, and her face showed a look of remembrance.

Zhang Lin continued, “Before we talk about this Pingsan Luo prodigal son smiling at the Buddha today, I would like to ask you a question. ”

“Who do you think this prodigal son should refer to?”

As soon as Zhang Lin asked this question, the bottom immediately began to stir.

“Mr. Zhang asked this question, doesn’t this insult our intelligence?”

“Yes! We just finished listening to the matter between Mrs. Wu and the beautiful Huo Xiangu! ”

“The prodigal son, it must be the Wu family grandfather!”

Listening to the audience’s firmness, Zhang Yueshan in the box on the second floor smiled and said: “The name of the prodigal son Black Back Old Sixth has been robbed by Old Dog Wu.” ”

“It can be seen how insidious this old dog Wu is doing things!”

Yin Nanfeng said, “Mrs. Wu is a smiling Buddha, who is both compassionate and goes to the ground, and he is not strong in himself, how can he purify all sentient beings?” ”

Zhang Lin’s question means that the sentence Ping Sanmen is prone to ambiguity.

Many people will mistake the prodigal son for an old dog of Wu.

But in fact, the prodigal son refers to the Northwest Knifeman Blackback Old Sixth!

“Folks, you are all wrong! Mrs. Wu is not a prodigal son, but a smiling Buddha. ”

“This prodigal son, the black-backed old sixth of the one-fingered Ping Sanmen!”

“This person is also the only one in the Old Nine Doors who has no queen.”

“After the black-backed old sixth died, his inheritance was also broken.”

I heard that there was a complete severance of the lineage in the Old Nine Gates.

The audience at the bottom was a little sighing.

This is the most likely problem to encounter when the family continues.

Once there are no heirs, it means that the family is not far from the end of the family!

“Gentlemen, if you want to talk about why this black-backed old man has no heirs, when I finish his story, you will understand.”

“I’ll give you my opinion first.”

“The people in the Old Nine Doors all say that this black-backed Old Sixth is a madman, who travels alone, and does not even have an apprentice.”

“When Huo Xiangu wanted to find someone to form an alliance, he was the first to be excluded.”

“Actually, I want to say that among the Old Nine Doors, I don’t admire the Three Great Buddhas of the Righteous Thin Cloud Heaven.”

“I also don’t admire the love of the three plays in February red.”

“I am alone with this crazy man black-backed old sixth, unforgettable!”

“The story of this Northwest knifeman is what can really touch people’s hearts!”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Zhang Lin said that books, basically rarely bring their own emotional color.

But today, the madman who clearly says that everyone can avoid is the most unforgettable thing for him.

Even if the black-backed old sixth has disappeared into the long river of history, even the descendants have not been left.

Zhang Lin also feels that more people should listen to the story of the black-backed old sixth!

When Huo Xiangu heard this in the box, she was a little confused.

What happened after the black-backed old sixth came to Changsha, the old nine doors knew.

For Huo Xiangu, there is nothing shocking!

Therefore, what Zhang Lin said should be when the black-backed old sixth was a knifeman in the northwest.

It’s just that these things the black-backed old sixth has never mentioned to anyone.

Where did Zhang Lin know?

At this moment, Huo Xiangu, who had always felt that the black-backed old sixth was a neurotic, was also aroused by curiosity.

“The old woman wants to listen to it today, what is worth this old man remembering!”

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“The identity of the black-backed old sixth is actually a knifeman.”

“Knifeman is a proper noun, and not everyone can be called a knifeman in those years.”

“Knife makers are actually an organization, and there are special knife makers in the mountainous Shaanxi area of western Sichuan.”

“The knifemen will be scattered in the northwest, forming their own groups and demarcating themselves.”

“During the Great Revolution, a large number of knifemen also participated and walked onto the stage of history.”

“Give play to the spirit of chivalry, righteousness, and courage, throw a lot of heads and sprinkle blood for the revolution.”

“And what we are talking about today is a few knife makers who are entrenched in the Jinsha River Valley.”

“In the Jinsha River Valley, the more famous knife club, there are brothers and elders, shadow killing gangs, foreign gangs and so on!”

“The knifemen in these gangs are all masters of using knives.”

“For example, in the Shadow Killing Gang, there are two Yi knifemen, and the one-handed knife technique is magical.”

“What about comparing it to the black-backed old sixth’s sword technique?”

“Let me first describe to you the sword skills of the black-backed old sixth.”

“How fast is his knife?” The so-called downtown passes all the way and falls along the street. ”

“He walks down the street, walks past you, and your head falls off, and no one can find out who wields the knife.”

“Maybe some people think I’m exaggerating, but this is the real black-backed old six.”

“Because before he came to Changsha, he was the first knifeman of the Jinsha Riverside Brotherhood!”

“What I am talking about is the black-backed old sixth who even the people of the Old Nine Gate themselves do not know!”

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