In a city in the Song Dynasty that had not been invaded by the war, the inn was bustling with people. Whether they were adults, children, women, children or old men, they all crowded into the lobby on the first floor, completely surrounding the central area. Many people who couldn't squeeze in jumped out.
I went to the table next to me and looked around, not knowing what I was looking at.
But seeing that the structure of this inn is transparent, the lobby on the first floor is open to the sky, and diners on the second floor can also see the panoramic view of the first floor from the stands and railings in the aisles. There is a small square table in the center of the first floor, with only one plate on the table.
There was only a pot of herbal tea left beside the pickled radish, and the serving was extremely simple. At this time, an old man with white hair and beard was sitting at the table holding an erhu.
Next to her was a girl who was no more than ** years old. Unlike the children around her who were holding snacks and eating them with gusto, this girl only had a tray in her hand. She might have been bitten by her peers.
Attracted by the voice, the girl glanced at several children of the same age with some covetousness. Seeing that they were all looking at her, she quickly lowered her eyes and did not dare to look further.
After being silent for a while, he mustered up the courage to look up and look around, looking back and forth at the onlookers with his big, smart eyes. There was some timidity in his eyes, but more of fear, as if those uncles and aunts were all man-eating monsters. Although he was afraid,
But she still kept her grandfather's instructions in mind, knowing that these people were their financial backers, and whether they could afford to eat or not depended on which of these people were generous and wealthy.
So the girl kept looking at the visitors and didn't dare to slack off at all.
After a while, accompanied by the old man's gradually playing erhu, the immersive voice slowly sounded: "On the seventh day of June, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, many heroes gathered at Nashi Villa, just waiting for the arrival of a man.
The atmosphere in the venue was solemn and serious. In the early morning of the next day, heavy fog filled the air. The lingering thick fog lingered on Zhongnan Mountain, which seemed to be a prelude to the feast. Soon, the gatekeeper of the villa, Zhuang Ding, saw something in the distance.
A carriage was driving slowly, and a man holding a black knife was strolling over..."
As the sound of the erhu gradually began to sound, the storyteller's emotional opening remarks began to reach everyone's ears. The melancholy sound of the erhu was very immersive. Many people had already listened, but the storyteller immediately paused.
.
This caused the onlookers to urge: "What happened next!? You should tell me!"
After listening, the storyteller calmly picked up his teapot and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, the old man will explain it right now."
Even so, the storyteller was unhurried. He first glanced at the little girl on the side, and then said: "Chenghui, dear listeners, the rich will support me and the poor will support me. This old man is here.
Thanks."
After saying that, the little girl holding the tray walked forward and walked around in a circle, looking a little nervous. She walked half a circle without being able to pick up a pick. The whole time, the girl did not dare to raise her head to look at the guest officer. She shrank her head as if
Like a frightened little white rabbit.
Soon, there was a clang sound, and the girl felt the tray in her hand sink. She looked at the mouth of the tray in surprise, and then looked at the person coming in surprise.
"Thank you... thank you... for the reward..."
Her voice was like a mosquito. Many people could tell at a glance that this was the first time for the little girl to walk in the world. Most of them gave them a kind smile, but some people still shouted dissatisfied: "Okay, okay, stop inking." !Hurry up and tell me what’s going to happen next!”
He immediately retracted the frightened little girl's little hand, and walked quickly back to his grandfather with a pale face.
Seeing this, the storyteller sighed silently. Although it was a little less, but he could receive the money, at least the food for him and his father would be provided. In their line of work, they eat based on people's faces and pay attention to a smiling face. Welcoming people, but my granddaughter, alas...
The dough is always too thin, which will make you hungry.
Putting away these thoughts, the storyteller began to tell again, and with his extremely skillful speaking skills, he quickly brought everyone into the scene, as if they were immersed in it.
At the same time, in a private room with no door on the second floor, a group of fierce-looking men in white were sitting. They all carried knives and had gloomy expressions. It was obvious at a glance that they were not easy to get along with.
In the middle sat an old man wearing silk forged clothes, his eyes lowered, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes beside him asked: "Master Tai, are we going back to Baituo Mountain next?"
It was Ouyang Feng and his group who didn't immediately respond after hearing this. Ouyang Feng listened to the storyteller downstairs and nodded slowly: "Well, Jinlun Dharma King lost a lot of good players in this defeat. The disciple who sat down also died on the spot. It is impossible for him not to avenge this. The grudge between him and Dongzhang is now irresolvable. With his temperament, he will definitely come back again."
"Dongzhang's rise is unstoppable, and the world will inevitably usher in a bloody storm. Many people who couldn't stand old guys like us in the past will probably come out one after another. It seems that the world is about to be reshuffled... ..”
When Yang Guo and others heard this, they all turned pale with shock, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end. How could this happen? Isn't Grand Master Wu Jue?
It is true that the Five Absolutes are revered in the world, but no one can make everyone agree to submit. Even the emperors will still have people who are dissatisfied and then rebel, let alone these Jianghu guests.
Ouyang Feng knew the truth. Isn't this how his White Camel Villa came to be? After he won the name of Xidu, many people in Baituo Villa used his name as Xidu to rob houses and engage in banditry. Ouyang Feng knew it, but he turned a blind eye.
Although he didn't know whether Dong Zhang would recruit rogues who defected to him in order to make the ancient tomb bigger, Ouyang Feng could be sure of one thing, that is, the duel between Dong Zhang and the five veteran five masters was not far away. A man will definitely personally pull these old guys off the altar and create his own 'myth'.
He knows his student very well. Dong Zhang is not someone who is content to be inferior to others. Wu Jue is definitely not his ultimate goal. His goal is to reach the top.
As for the road to the top, there are four mountains blocking it. How can we not cross it?
Ouyang Feng thought about it, because when he was young, he also wanted to reach the top. However, there were too many masters at the same time, and there was Wang Chongyang who was one step above them. That road was too difficult to take. .
Different from his own aging, Dongzhang has already achieved great success at a young age. It is when he is satisfied with his ambitions that he will definitely take that path.
Ouyang Feng was very determined.
With this thought in his mind, Ouyang Feng immediately felt a sense of crisis lingering in his heart. He immediately lost interest in listening. He put down his wine glass and stood up and walked downstairs: "Back to the village, I will be in seclusion for a period of time. Bai Bai."
All affairs in Tuoshan Villa are entirely decided by the young owner."
"yes!"
Baituoshan and his party followed Ouyang Feng and walked downstairs. Yang Guo hung at the end, looking at Ouyang Feng's back with a complicated expression and murmured: "Master Tai is old too... Yang Guo.
Yang Guo, you should also grow up quickly, grow into a towering tree quickly and protect the Grand Master who is getting older..."
As he spoke, the young man walked down the corridor with a firm look, threw a money bag and threw it on the tray in the hand of the little girl next to the storyteller...
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That night.
The storyteller's grandfather and grandson lived in a simple shack. Maybe it was because they ate the big chicken drumsticks that they wanted to eat at night, or maybe because there were no longer those strange uncles and aunts around. Although the house was simple, the little girl became beautiful again.
She became lively and her eyes became more alert. At this time, she looked like what she should look like at her age.
"Grandpa, they all say that Dongzhang is a bad guy and a big devil?"
Naturally, the little girl had finished listening to her grandfather's story about Nash Villa. At this time, she couldn't help but ask the grandfather beside her with some doubts.
The storyteller smiled when he heard this, stretched out his grooved palm and touched the girl's silky hair: "We storytellers don't care whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, we just say without comment...
"
The little girl was stunned for a while, then she pursed her lips: "If he can make us eat well and make Yun'er eat big chicken drumsticks, then he is a good person..."
"Hehehehe..."
The storyteller was also amused by his granddaughter's childlike words. He tucked the quilt beside the girl's shoulders and said softly: "Go to sleep...I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Um........"
The girl closed her eyes obediently, and could not help but think of the figure of Mo Hu that she had never met before...