The young man didn't continue to criticize. Instead, he turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man two tables away. The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a green headband wrapped around his head. His calves were wrapped in leggings. He would only be mistaken as a mountain man who often walked the mountain roads. However, there was an extremely coquettish and plump woman sitting beside him. Her clothes were gorgeous, but it was not the brocade and satin of the rich families in Li Yang. Instead, it was tie-dyed and colorful. It was hard not to be eye-catching. It was clearly the Miao people's attire from the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest. The plump woman had a string of silver bells on her hands and feet. When she raised her hands or feet, it made a pleasant sound. On the table beside her was a crescent-shaped knife with a snow-white scabbard. When she drank, one of her legs was casually placed on the bench. If one looked at her from the side, her slender thighs and round buttocks were extremely attractive.
The woman also noticed the young man's gaze. She smiled charmingly and drank the whole cup of wine in one gulp. She raised her eyebrows provocatively at the young man.
The young man put down the wine cup and made a gesture of holding something heavy in front of his chest.
The plump woman was teased. Instead of being annoyed, she laughed like a flower. In front of the man beside her, she pushed the wine jar on the table with her palm. The wine jar moved like rolling thunder and hit the young man's back in an instant. The latter did not seem to move, but the wine jar deviated from its trajectory and brushed past him. It just happened to spin on the table and then gradually stopped.
The woman laughed with a clumsy Central Plains official's accent. "You look good. As long as you drink, I'll be your friend."
The burly man who did not get along with the young man reminded softly, "This Miao couple is not ordinary Jianghu masters. The woman has already done something to the wine jar. The Miao people's Gu is very strange and impossible to guard against. It's best not to touch it."
At this moment, two people came upstairs. One looked like an old Confucian in a green robe. The other had two long and short swords hanging from his waist. Just by looking at the two scabbards, one could tell that they were precious swords.
The man who had not interrupted and was about to raise his cup to drink gently put down the wine cup. The two people who were standing slightly separated to make way. The two guests who came as promised sat on the same bench.
The old Confucian scholar looked respectful and said softly, "I am Cheng Baishuang from the countryside of Southern Border. Greetings to Da Zhu Guo."
The famous swordsman with a cold expression also said, "Dragon Palace Ji Liu 'an is honored to meet Da Zhu Guo."
After the death of the old Prince Liang, Xu Xiao, there was only one pillar of the country in the whole world. It was Gu Jiantang, who held half of the Tiger Seal military power in the Zhaoshi Dynasty.
Gu Jiantang smiled and nodded. "It must have been hard for the two of you to come to Liaodong from the southern border."
After the two top masters of Nanjiang Taoism sat down, the couple also got up and walked over to sit on the only empty bench. The burly man behind Da Zhuguo who looked like a door god wanted to stop them, but Gu Jiantang had already picked up the wine jar with the poisonous insect. The general, who became the commander of Liaodong's Duo Yan Cavalry after Tang Tieshuang, quickly loosened his five fingers from the hilt of his sword.
The woman first gave the young general surnamed Yuan a coquettish look, and then smiled at Gu Jiantang. "My husband doesn't know how to speak your Central Plains language, so a woman like me is here to discuss important matters. General, please forgive me."
Cheng Baishuang frowned and then relaxed in an instant. He asked with a smile, "Da Zhu Guo, this is?"
Gu Jiantang didn't say anything. Aside from the young man beside him, he poured a bowl of wine for Cheng Baishuang, Ji Liu 'an, and the couple. At the same time, the young man who was ignored interrupted, "Cheng Baishuang, Ji Liu' an, what's wrong? My father-in-law is personally welcoming you, and you don't want to accept my toast? You want to drink as a punishment? "
Ji Liu 'an, who was not in a good mood, narrowed his eyes. He had traveled thousands of li to Taiping Town.
Cheng Baishuang calmly picked up the wine bowl, shook his head, and said with a smile, "Of course not. I'm just curious."
Probably because she was sitting so close to Gu Jiantang, the woman put away her coquettish look and went straight to the point. "My husband is called Wei Miao. He is somewhat famous in Nanzhao. Of course, he can't compare to Palace Master Ji and Sir Cheng. Originally, he would never set foot in the Central Plains, but there is no other way. The King of Shu and Sir Xie have spoken, so we have to make a trip."
Gu Jiantang only had one daughter, so Da Zhu Guo's son-in-law could only be Ji Zhou's general, Yuan Tingshan.
Yuan Tingshan originally wanted to tease the woman, but unfortunately, he heard the storyteller downstairs talking about the young king surnamed Xu who traveled to Mount Hui. Yuan Tingshan, who had an irreconcilable enmity with Xu, sneered and suddenly stood up. With one hand on the railing, he fiercely slammed into the storyteller's brother like a bolt of lightning.
The young man, who had won eleven battles in Taiping Town, crossed his arms in front of his chest, but he was still kicked by Yuan Tingshan. His slightly trembling hands put his elbows on a wine table. As a result, the entire table was flipped over. The wine and food splashed all over the man's body. The clothes he had just changed into were also affected.
Yuan Tingshan stood on the spot and didn't follow up with another attack. He only laughed, "Not bad. You've hidden yourself quite well. You're almost at the second grade master realm. No wonder you're so powerful in this small town. I'm confused. The brother of a Beiliang storyteller? I think he's a master from Beiliang's Fu Shui Room, right? Did he come here to spy on the military situation? "
That ordinary woman who was just a storyteller stared blankly for a moment. The young and taciturn man turned around and gave her an apologetic smile. Then, he nodded and then shook his head.
The smile on Yuan Tingshan's face became wider. However, the ruthlessness in his eyes and the killing intent all over his body made everyone in the restaurant tremble with fear.
The young man, whose real identity was a Beiliang spy, said in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with Eryu. She's just a storyteller. I can die, but she can't."
Yuan Tingshan laughed and said, "Whether you die or not depends on whether I'm in a good mood or not. But she can't die. Why can't she? With your mediocre skills? Or do you think you can scare me with your identity as a Fu Shui Room's Man of Sacrifice? "
The young man from the Fu Shui Room wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said, "Of course I can't."
The young Beiliang Man of Sacrifice, who was determined to die, grinned and said, "In your Liaodong territory, you crazy dog Yuan can kill people. I can't stop you even if I risk my life. But do you dare to kill? Don't you find it strange that an ordinary storyteller can make me accompany her? "
Yuan Tingshan put his palm on the hilt of the world's number one talisman knife. "Oh? Now that you mention it, I'm almost scared to death. "
The young man said indifferently, "Her name is Eryu. She's a guest of our Protector General Chu."
The young man added, "She's also a friend of our prince. Although I don't know what the consequences will be if she dies in Liaodong, I'm sure that our prince will personally demand an explanation from the entire Liaodong."
Yuan Tingshan suddenly gripped the Nanhua Saber tightly and was about to pull it out to kill.
Xu Fengnian was far away in the northwest. Even if he was the Prince of Northern Liang who had 300,000 cavalrymen under his command, even if he was one of the Four Grandmasters in the world, Yuan Tingshan still wouldn't dare to kill a lowly Fu Shui Room's Men of Sacrifice and an insignificant woman who could only earn money by telling stories.
The Hsu Fengnian could barely take care of himself. How could he have the leisure to care about the life and death of a woman?
However, at this moment, the great pillar of the state, Gu Jiantang, who had not stood up to greet the two groups of guests, had unknowingly stood near the railing and said to Yuan Tingshan downstairs, "Enough."
Yuan Tingshan did not turn around. The Nanhua Saber was about to be unsheathed and draw blood.
Gu Jiantang turned around expressionlessly and sat back in his seat. However, the famous saber he had given to Yuan Tingshan appeared in his hand.
Yuan Tingshan strode out of the restaurant and left Taiping Town and Liaodong, returning to Ji Province.
The woman sighed softly.
The matter that the immortal-like scholar Xie Guanying had personally told her was most likely a failure.
The reason Gu Jiantang was acting like this was actually to tactfully refuse the couple.
Because Nanjiang and Western Shu treated Beiliang, or more accurately, Hsu Fengnian, differently.
Cheng Baishuang smiled and lowered her head to drink wine.
The wine was not bad.
Unfortunately, it was not the Green Ant Wine that His Royal Highness talks about every day. Otherwise, it would be even better.
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