The blind storyteller had to tell the story of the Heir of Beiliang's travels three times a day. Three times was already the limit of the old man's physical strength. No matter how stubborn he was, he couldn't compete with the heavens. Maybe one day the heavens would be unhappy and take his life. Moreover, the storyteller could only move his lips and drink a few mouthfuls of wine to moisten his throat. His granddaughter, who played the pipa, had to suffer a lot. Her life was poor and she couldn't bear to spend money to use the peach rubber finger protector. After only one storytelling session, the little girl's ten fingers were bruised and blue. Now that she was resting, she was afraid that her grandfather would be worried, so she only dared to secretly rub the corners of her clothes to ease the pain in her fingers. The shopkeeper of the teahouse saw the second group of customers enter the teahouse in high spirits. They sat behind the counter and happily sipped tea from the spout. Doing a small business related to eating was all about the flow of people. If the old customers didn't leave, the new customers wouldn't come. The shopkeeper subconsciously glanced at the customers at the table by the window and no longer paid attention to them.
The old scholar seemed to have made up his mind to listen to another storytelling session. He tactfully asked for a pot of tea from the teahouse's waiter. He didn't drink much, but most of the tea was smeared on the table by him. The man with the sword didn't look sideways. He was like a clay Bodhisattva in a small temple. His Qi cultivation was first-class.
The old scholar smiled and said, "Shaopu, want to drink a cup?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and respectfully said, "I don't dare."
The old scholar seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed at the junior and said, "Even Li Mibi dared to openly assassinate him. Is there anything in the world that you, Sun Shaopu, don't dare to do?"
The man with the sword didn't smile, nor did he know how to joke. He said seriously, "Then let's drink a cup."
The old scholar shook his head and said, "I won't let you drink, you idiot."
The old man rubbed his cheeks and said slowly, "I scolded Old Li for having evil intentions and wanting to bring disaster to Beimang for a hundred years. He scolded me for being pedantic and unworthy of being the Emperor's teacher. These are all disputes in the court under the Emperor's eyes. They are all on the table and can barely be called disputes between gentlemen. Shaopu, don't go to Li Mibi's side in the future. A saber only has a single edge and its foundation is biased. Therefore, it is a sharp weapon for killing people. A sword, however, has two peaks and is neither biased nor biased. A gentleman entering the world to save people is the correct path of the sword. In a dynasty, both sides complement each other. There is no lack of martial artists who wield sabers and swords who wield swords. . You are the master of the Sword Mansion of the Chess and Sword Music School after all. If you personally fight and kill, the school will lose its glory. You have to rely on the talented juniors to earn your reputation. You have to rely on the support of the few of you. Just as the storyteller said, Li Chungang is the number one in the Way of the Sword. In my opinion, this Sword God's sheathed sword has thousands of sword wills in his heart even if he doesn't draw his sword. He is far more perfect than the two-sleeved green snake and the sword that opens the Gate of Heaven. Shaopu, you should learn from him. "
The middle-aged man nodded. He was only convinced by one person in his life. The old man left Beimang alone and rushed to the south before the situation of the Central Plains was settled. After the unification of the Spring and Autumn Period, he stayed in the foreign land where the smoke of war gradually dissipated for a full twenty years.
The man with the sword was famous for his Sword Qi.
Hong Jingyan, who was at the top of the Martial Arts Ranking, was his closed-door disciple.
The old scholar listened to the next two storytellers without missing a word, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head. In any case, no one except for a rather dignified swordsman sitting at the same table would care about the life or death of an ordinary-looking, stinky scholar. During this period, two groups of ruffians from Flying Fox City came to make trouble. The first group was sent back by the teahouse manager with money. The second group was much more vicious. The old storyteller, who was fiercely protecting his granddaughter holding the pipa, was punched in the face. As a result, the crowd was outraged. The customers paid for their tea and waited to hear a few good stories. "You ruffians can be unreasonable, but don't hit the old man's face. If you hurt him, wouldn't you have wasted your copper coins to buy tea and listen to the storyteller?" The ruffians said harshly. If they dared to boast about how heroic the Heir of Beiliang was again, they would come back and give them a good beating. Then they swaggered away. At the end of the third storytelling session, a few handsome horses came to the outside of the teahouse. A few disciples of the Flying Fox Town jumped off the horses and rushed at the blind old man with six or seven evil servants. A disciple of an official's family even pulled the little girl's hair with a ferocious smile and threatened to throw the little Liang barbarian into the lowest brothel to be a whore. The old scholar's face was as usual. "People fight with people, and each depends on his own ability. Life and death are predestined. This Old Man wants to make a fuss about the fight between officials and people. "
"Shaopu."
In an instant, the man with a sword on his back who heard the order did not unsheathe his sword, but the Sword Qi was close.
The old scholar did not look at the bloody scene. He stretched out his sleeve to wipe off the map of the border between the two dynasties that was densely covered like an ant's nest on the table. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "In the past twenty years, I have been a businessman who haggled over every penny, a farmer who lost his home, a night watchman, a henchman who buried himself in writing documents for the officials, a writer for the famous prostitutes in the brothel, an escort who traveled north and south, a writer for the famous scholars, a county magistrate in a small town, and so on. I have done all kinds of things. I have also traveled through the Nine Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period. If I spend another two or three years traveling through the eight provinces of Beimang, I can probably go to the Imperial City and play a big chess game for His Majesty. "
The old scholar said flatly, "Huang Sanjia, Huang Sanjia, you use the Nine Kingdoms of the Central Plains as a chessboard, and I use the two dynasties to divide black and white. You are about to lose one rank."
The old scholar suddenly laughed and said, "You already have one foot in the coffin, yet you are still so focused on winning. It's not good."
In the inn, Hsu Fengnian saw Tao Manwu, who had just stood on tiptoe to look outside the window, suddenly shrink back as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight. She trotted to the bedside, took off her boots, and jumped to his side. She hugged the strange box with a complicated expression on her little face.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "What? You didn't really see your Uncle Dong, did you? That doesn't make sense. If it were me, I would have already shouted and jumped down the stairs. "
The little girl raised the box in her hand and tilted her head. She said timidly and seriously, "If the little spiders in the box spin a web tomorrow, you have to promise me one thing, okay?"
Hsu Fengnian bluntly refused, "Do you think I am stupid? If you want me to meet your Uncle Dong who has outstanding military achievements, or if you want me to carry that money bag in the future, do you think I will agree?"
The little girl was still holding the small wooden box, about to cry.
Hsu Fengnian said angrily, "Go away, don't try to seduce me. There really isn't such a beautiful girl in the world."
After hesitating for a moment, Hsu Fengnian said self-mockingly, "Even if there is, it is not a silly girl like you who is only four, five, six, or seven years old."
Hsu Fengnian wanted to get out of bed to see what was going on, but he found that she was tugging on his sleeve. He looked down and saw that the little girl's eyes were wet, as if a flood was about to burst out of a dam. Xu Fengnian had a keen sense of hearing. Naturally, he could tell that it was the movement of a hundred elite cavalries crossing the street outside the building. There were very few people in the Flying Fox City who were qualified to make such a big move. Tantai Zhangping was one of them. However, the eldest son of the city's official had always been reserved, so he would not bring an army to the northeast corner of the city to show off. Connecting this to Tao Manwu's strange expression, the truth was revealed. She was just an ignorant little girl who had only known each other for less than a month, so what kind of unforgettable feelings could there be? Xu Fengnian felt like she would just suffer a bit of pain for a while. Once she saw that Uncle Dong who had a meteoric rise in Northern Mang's political arena, it wouldn't take long for her to forget about him. Just how many oaths of undying love and undying love were nothing more than this? In reality, the two of them were entangled in gratitude and grudges, one big and one small. This kind of affection couldn't withstand a few blows of wind and rain.
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