It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, the earth was hot, but the sun was shining brightly. ??In the area adjacent to Dali in the Northern Song Dynasty, an ordinary restaurant was in full swing, not at all diminished by the hot weather. Wanton laughter and yelling were heard here. The quaint tables and chairs were arranged randomly, and the waiters shuttled back and forth, moving the drinks quickly with light steps, for fear of neglecting these knife-headed rivers and lakes licking blood. Man. The second floor of the restaurant has a very wide view. It is arranged like a pavilion, with gauze instead of walls and eight columns supporting the sky. This arrangement is really unique and interesting, and even these men of the world who are bold and bold by nature also praise it endlessly. At this time, sitting cross-legged on a square table in the center of the second floor like a busker, a skinny old man with a goatee and long, narrow eyes was wearing a scholar's robe whose original color could no longer be seen, and a strange smell escaped from time to time. But even so, it cannot stop these charlatans from gossiping. "Pa!" The skinny old man unfolded the folding fan in his hand, stroked his beard and said: "Speaking of the story, Daxia Ding broke into Qingfengling at night, killed Xue Chou with three palms, and then drove away, one man and one on horseback. None of the hundreds of bandits in Qingfengling dared to stop him. , He is a role model for our generation!" The skinny old man spoke crisply, with envy and admiration in his eyes. He pressed his hands and jumped down from the high chair and said: "I know what will happen next, and I will explain it next time! He put the folding fan behind his collar and left. "Mr. Qian, don't leave. Let me tell you all about the heroic deeds of Ding Daxia!" Seeing that the storyteller was about to leave, the restaurant immediately exploded, and the gangsters immediately began to persuade him to stay. "That's it for today. If you want to hear anything, just come on time tomorrow. I have something to do today, so I can't talk about it anymore!" The skinny storyteller did not change his mind because of these charlatans' attempts to persuade him to stay. After saying that, he turned around and left. After leaving the restaurant, he disappeared into the crowd in an instant. "Oh, it's really disappointing, can't you say more, this old man will make people want to eat!" Someone said dissatisfiedly. "Okay, okay, if you want to hear stories, you have to follow the rules. Stop complaining. Who doesn't know that you, Liu Dadao, complain every day? It's so hot, so it's better to save some saliva!" "That's right! , Forget it, let¡¯s not talk about that old Bangzi. He gets angry just talking about it!¡± Liu Dadao poured a bowl of wine down his throat and raised his head and said, ¡°You guys have been listening to what this old Bangzi said for several days. What¡¯s the matter with Daxia Ding?¡± Who is he? Why have you never heard of him before? " "Tsk!" Someone suddenly said sarcastically: "You, Liu Dadao, are just a lowly person. Are you able to come into contact with a fairy like Ding Daxia? Listen to me, let me educate you about the world of martial arts, so you don¡¯t have to embarrass me!¡± Another lean man glanced at Liu Dadao triumphantly, and he knew this was true just by the way Liu Dadao dared not speak out. The thin man is better than him. "Speaking of Ding Daxia, we have to talk about another character" The lean man began to speak eloquently in front of a group of unskilled men. Although he didn't have any witty words, he still spoke incessantly, which made this group of people watch. The men in the world admire him endlessly. At this moment, in the corner of the restaurant, a man wearing a black robe poured himself a drink, with a sarcastic smile between his eyebrows. He is about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, with handsome features and long and narrow eyebrows that go straight to the temples. He is very handsome. The most eye-catching thing is his silver hair. He is the protagonist in the mouth of those gangsters, the so-called Ding Daxia. He is also a traitor to the Xiaoyao sect in the Eight Tribes of the Dragon, known as the Xingxiu Old Monster, and the self-proclaimed Xingxiu Old Immortal, Ding Chunqiu. "Oh, this damn thief God, why don't you dress up as an old monster for me? Wouldn't it cost me my life?" Ding Chunqiu drank wine feeling sorry for himself and said lowly Said loudly. He was originally a modern person in the 21st century, an otaku, but when he woke up, he became Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect. Although he is a low-end person in modern times who has no one or three people, no car, no house, no parents, grandma does not love his uncle, but even so, his life is not in danger. Now I¡¯m fine, I transformed into Ding Chunqiu directly. From now on, Xu Zhu¡¯s whetstone among the three protagonists of Tianlong will be imprisoned by Shaolin Temple in the end, and his life will be over. What kind of deceiving fate is this? Do you still dare to cheat? Ding Chunqiu was drinking and cursing in his heart. If there really was a department in heaven and earth that specialized in managing people who traveled across time and space, they would have been bruised and bruised by Ding Chunqiu's curse of teleportation. But a curse is a curse, and what is meant to come will always come.It would eventually come, and now that it was a done deal, Ding Chunqiu could only accept his fate. It is precisely because of this that he appears here. Tianlong is a martial arts world, but Dali is the birthplace of Duanyu, one of the three protagonists, and Ding Chunqiu¡¯s purpose of coming here is naturally self-evident. He is also very glad that he has traveled to the martial arts world of Master Jin Yong, rather than the martial arts world of Gu Long Huang Yi or Liang Yusheng. He has never read the novels of Tian Long Ba Bu, but he has watched the TV series adapted from them countless times. The plots in them are already familiar to him. It is precisely because of this that he has the motivation to continue fighting. motivation. "Forget it, let's make peace with what we have come. After this adventure that robbed Duan Yu, we can have a good meeting with the heroes of Tianlong and see Qiao Feng alive with our own eyes!" Ding Chunqiu said to himself, Look out the window at the sunshine and smile. In fact, he was not very repelled by his time traveling into the world of Tian Long Ba Bu. On the contrary, he was slightly excited in his heart. The world of martial arts is a place where every man will be excited. Beauty of alcoholic wine, fighting with swords, one person and one horse, happy rivers and lakes. There is no busy nine-to-five job, no expensive expenses, no need to be angry with your boss, no need to worry about pleasing your girlfriend. ??Here, as long as you are good at martial arts, will you still be short of money, fame, fortune, and beauty? Won't! "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles." When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name. What a magnificent life, what a brilliant life, how could Ding Chunqiu reject it? He was repulsed because of Ding Chunqiu's identity. If it were Duan Yu, Xu Zhu, or even Murong Fu, he would thank his eighteen generations of ancestors of the Time Travel Management Bureau profusely. But after all, the Crossing Administration Bureau was not run by his family, and his father was not the director, so he had nothing to do about it. Although this ID card is not very good, it is still quite interesting to travel through the bureau. I adjusted my age to twenty-seven years old instead of the gray-haired old man. He is still very satisfied with this. If he were allowed to wander around as a fat old man, Ding Chunqiu would definitely be killed by a head-on collision. He also wants to pick up girls in Tianlong. If he has the appearance of a bad old man, is it still possible? He is twenty-seven or eight years old, which is the age when he is in his prime. Although it is still five or six years before the beginning of Tianlong, as a descendant of Xiaoyao Sect, he has a small Wuxiang Kung. Although it is a fragment, his appearance is not the same. The problem is, as long as you don't tell yourself, no one will know your age. So, after the initial rejection, he readily accepted this identity. When he came to Dali to hunt for treasure this time, he naturally wanted to justify his identity. So along the way, wherever we passed, there was a tremor, and the bandits, bandits, evil spirits and heretics were all killed without exception. The name of Ding Daxia began to spread in the past two months. He expressed that he was very satisfied with this. Although the image of Xingxiu Old Monster has been deeply ingrained, he believes that with his own efforts, everyone will slowly accept his new image. ¡°Ding Daxia, he thinks this is a good title.