The storyteller paused for a moment and drank a mouthful of wine. After putting down the bowl, he seemed to be asking everyone but also asking himself, "We commoners, we don't know the height of the imperial court, we don't know the jianghu, we don't know the life and death of the battlefield, but we do know the warmth and coldness of people's hearts, right?"
The old man suddenly raised his voice, "Don't think! Unforgettable! "
The spectators and listeners were shocked into a shudder.
Then the old man said that the Beiliang cavalry were the best in the world, their cold blades pointing everywhere, they were invincible and invincible.
It was said that during the second siege of North Jiebei City, the Northern Mang barbarians were driven into desperation. Even half of the Western Capital of the Southern Dynasty was handed over to the Liuzhou Iron Cavalry with both hands. They were still attempting to break through the number one city of the northwestern border.
He said that the white-robed monk of the Two Zen Temples, Li Xiaoxin, was wearing a snow-white kasaya and stood alone outside Beiliang City. I went from the south to the north. Whether I became a Buddha or not, I put it down. I, Li Xiaoxin, have come to see Buddha.
It was said that before this battle had even ended, Northern Liang's Kou Jianghuai, Xie Xibian, Cao Wei, Yu Luandao, and the former Northern Mang's Winterobo King Jing Chong, these five famous generals of the present age, had joined hands to break through the Northern Mang Southern Dynasty's central Western Capital.
As he spoke, Ji Province General Yang Huchen, River Province General Cai Bai, and Ji Province Deputy General Han Fang resolutely gathered together, entering the grasslands from River Province's border together with You Province's remaining cavalry. Together with Liu Province's armored cavalry, they attacked the Northern Mang barbarian army that was retreating from North Resisting City from the left and right like a turtle in a jar.
He said that after that battle, the three military towns of Zhongzhong, Liuya, and Fuling were all broken and their people died in battle. He said that the partridge Zhou Kang personally went into battle three times and died on the battlefield. The deputy general Li Yanchao took over the tiger tally and the right cavalry was left with less than eight thousand cavalry. In the end, there were less than two thousand Beiliang Frontier Army in Huaiyang Pass. Corpses were everywhere inside and outside the city. After winter, the blood froze. Looking from afar, the Huaiyang Pass looked like a crimson pass. The Northern Liang King personally led ten thousand Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, directly bypassing the defeated Northern Mang's main army and making a long-distance raid to reinforce Huaiyang Pass. That Northern Liang Protector-General Chu Lushan was sitting on the horse path on the city wall that was piled with corpses, holding a cold blade in his hand.
The storyteller stopped talking and lowered his head to take a sip of the strong liquor. He closed his eyes and was a little tipsy. "The moon is small, and the truth is out."
On the street of the restaurant, the sun was scorching hot. A yellow dog was lying on the ground, its head drooping and its tongue sticking out.
Taiping Dog.
Inside the building, the old man raised the gavel high up. Just when everyone was ready to hear the sound of the gavel slamming the table, unexpectedly, the old man gently put it down and laughed heartily, "Since ancient times, who hasn't seen the Qing Dynasty? Today I see that the fame of my achievements surpasses that of the ancients. In this part of the world, heroes are vying for supremacy while the smoke of gunpowder rises from all directions, and battles are in full swing everywhere. How unfortunate is it for us commoners to be in such troubled times! How fortunate is it for us commoners to hear about the great victory at the border and report it to the Central Plains?! How many times can one laugh in one's life? When meeting in a drinking contest, one must be drunk! "
The old man poured a bowl full of liquor and raised it, saying loudly, "Everyone, can you drink with me, This Old Man?! Drink this big bowl of Taiping Wine! "
Inside the first floor, countless people laughed loudly and said boldly, "Let's drink!" "Let's drink! Do you think I'm afraid of you, old man?!"
The old man laughed heartily and wiped the corner of his mouth. He slammed the bowl heavily, "I've talked about the battlefield. Allow me to repeat the same tune. Later, let's talk about the Jianghu … woman on the battlefield!"
"There's a number one assassin in the world whose name is unknown. She killed Beimang's Aquarius Prefecture's Governor!"
"Our Wulin Alliance Master, Mount Huishan Ziyi of the Great Snow Plateau, almost took the head of Beimang's Crown Prince in the midst of millions of soldiers!"
"There's a blind female zither player who is the third most powerful in the world!"
"The Sect Master of Zhulu Mountain, White Robe Luo Yang, defended the east wall of the main hall alone at the last moment during the second defense of North Jiebei City!"
"A woman in a red robe shuttled through Beimang's army as if she was in an unstoppable place!"
"The female sword attendant of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb carried the famous sword Su Of Gojoseon on her back. She took the lead in every battle, and the King of Beiliang jokingly called her the White Horse Female Lieutenant of Liangzhou!"
The old man laughed heartily and asked loudly, "Who said that the women of the Central Plains only know how to hide in their boudoirs and apply rouge? Who said that women's lives are worthless than grass? "
There were many women in the restaurant, and there were at least 20 to 30 of them. Hearing the old man's words, they were even more heroic than the men. Almost all of them raised their cups and bowls to drink. There were even a few extraordinary women who picked up their wine pots and drank directly!
The restaurant was filled with cheers.
The manager of the restaurant, who was lying on the second floor, couldn't help but clap and cheer. He said loudly, "Today, the heroine will drink for free!"
As a result, the crowd cheered even louder.
A burly man raised his head and looked at the second floor. He pinched his throat and asked in a high-pitched voice, "Manager, I'll go back to being a woman today. Is that okay?"
The manager of the restaurant was stunned. He laughed heartily and said, "Just based on your shameless ability, you're like my brother! Drink to your heart's content. I won't take your money, so I'll treat you to a drink! "
He hurriedly said loudly, "The others can forget about it! It's not easy for me to have a family to feed! "
The man's son, who was squatting next to him, suddenly stood up. He pressed his hand on the hilt of his wooden sword and hurriedly said loudly, "Yes! My father always said that the money for traveling in the Jianghu in the future is all in the money for the drinks! Not everyone can drink for free! "
The laughter continued.
The storyteller found an opportunity to smooth things over for the manager. He immediately changed the topic. He slapped the gavel and deliberately asked, "Has anyone heard of a saying? If the heavens did not give birth to you, Li Chungang, the way of the sword would be like a long night! "
As expected, the restaurant was attracted again. In fact, there were rumors of this saying in the Jianghu, but it was not very widespread. After all, the new Jianghu was led by Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who occupied three of the Fourteen Chiefs of Auspicious Talisman. Whether it was the Ten Great Sects, the Sage of the Four Directions, or the Ten Great Itinerant Cultivators, every year, there would be an endless stream of fairies and gentlemen. Moreover, there had been endless wars in the past few years. The famous saying of the old Sword God of Spring and Autumn, especially the drinkers near this small town, was a little unfamiliar. If the storyteller in the restaurant had not mentioned it many times in passing, perhaps no one would have known the inside story. After all, the Four Great Masters of Spring and Autumn, including Li Chungang and Wang Xiu, were several generations away from the old Jianghu generation.
The storyteller smiled and asked, "This old immortal of the way of the sword once lent his sword to the new Sword God, Đồng Thái. Then This Old Man can't help but ask, 'If the heavens did not give birth to you, Đồng Thái! What would happen to our world? '
This question was a little too high and a little too far, so everyone was a little confused.
In fact, the Jianghu of the Central Plains had not heard much about what the Peach Blossom Sword God had done on the battlefield outside North Jiebei Pass. It was as if Đồng Thái, one of the four grandmasters of the martial arts evaluation, had been the most unknown in the battle between grandmasters outside the pass.
Just as everyone's curiosity was piqued, the old man slowly picked up the gavel with a smile. However, before the old man could hit the table, someone scolded jokingly, "Damn you, Liu. This Old Man is deliberately trying to trick us, isn't he? Wait a minute! Don't f * cking say, 'If you want to know what will happen next time, listen to the explanation next time'! I want to hear the answer today. As long as you are willing to tell me now, I, Guo Chunying, will buy the most expensive wine in your restaurant. Ten jars! "
"How heroic!"
"What a hero!"
"I will have many children and grandchildren. Of course!"
"If we were women, we would have warmed Guo Haohan's bed long ago!"
The tall Guo Chunying stood in place with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked heroic, but in fact, he was secretly laughing in his heart. He was wondering if ten jars was too little.
He was a famous wanderer in the local area. He had indeed traveled the Jianghu with a sword. He had seen many heroes and fairies. Of course, he had seen them from afar. He could recognize them at a glance. They could not recognize him even if they opened their eyes wide.
One thing Guo Chunying was most proud of was that he had been to the snowfield of Mount Hui in Jianzhou four or five years ago. After he came back, he told everyone how the Moonless Restaurant towered into the clouds and how the Purple Robe of Mount Hui comprehended immortality by watching the snow overnight. It was as if he was squatting behind the female chief at that time. The truth was that Guo Chunying had been to Mount Hui, but like most of the Jianghu people, he had stopped at the Bull Mound. The famous Moonless Restaurant, on the other hand, could be seen from afar.
At this moment, the manager of the restaurant shouted, "Fifteen jars. Hero Guo, do you have such heroic spirit?"
Guo Chunying suppressed the smile on his face and sneered deliberately, "Fifteen jars is nothing. Twenty jars! You can pick twenty tables of customers and have one jar per table! "
A waiter who was squatting on the stairs immediately shouted, "Okay! Twenty jars of the best Jiangnan Huadiao! "
This Old Man Liu was a little worried. He was depressed. How could he know what would happen to the human world without the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái? In the old man's opinion, what would happen to the human world? What else could happen? His original intention was to casually throw out a chewy package, and when the drinkers dispersed, he could ask the shopkeeper for an answer. It should be known that the content of his daily storytelling was given in advance by the shopkeeper of the restaurant in detail. He was just polishing the details. At the critical moment when the old storyteller secretly looked at the second floor, hoping that the manager could help him out of the hole, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves on the bluestone street outside the restaurant. It sounded like a summer rainstorm.
It sounded like the horses stopped outside the restaurant.
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