"Old man Zhang, stop talking about those old stories from adulthood, talk about something new." Another big man shouted from below.
"Yes, yes." A group of people echoed below.
The flow of information in this world is not very convenient. Although the story of the snow girl sounds exciting, the storyteller has already told several versions about the snow girl. Naturally, everyone wants to hear something else to change their taste.
Old Man Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "It's not that there are no new things, but the little old man has been talking for so long, his mouth is dry, and he is penniless. It is a luxury to buy a pot of tea to moisten his throat."
When everyone heard this, they didn't know what he meant. One or two, they all stood up and threw some money on the table in front of Old Man Zhang. None of the people in the teahouse were rich, and rich people would not crowd.
In a place like this, most of the money they threw out was one or two copper coins, which hit the table with a clanking sound.
"You money-minded old guy." Someone laughed and cursed.
Old man Zhang repeatedly raised his hands: "Thank you for supporting me."
After picking up all the coins on the table, Old Man Zhang asked the waiter for a pot of tea, moistened his throat, and then continued: "Then let me tell you the story of the Blood Demon Tang Feng today!"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Tang Feng almost spat out his tea.
No way? The young master is just a 16-year-old boy, how come he has become the protagonist of the storyteller's story? This really makes Tang Feng not know what to say.
"Blood Demon Tang Feng? Is he one of the people on the reward list at the city gate?" As soon as Old Man Zhang finished speaking, someone asked excitedly.
"Of course." Old Man Zhang nodded slightly, "In the entire Li Tang, besides him, is there anyone else called the Blood Demon Tang Feng?"
"I heard he is very young."
Old Man Zhang continued to nod: "He is not very old, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has a violent nature. After more than a year since his debut, more than ten thousand people have died at his hands."
There was a hissing sound from below, and Tang Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ten thousand people... this number is really a bit exaggerated.
"Come on, come on, come on." Some people couldn't help but want to hear it. It wasn't that they admired Tang Feng for being so young and having such abilities, but that Tang Feng was one of the people on the reward order, and it was about two million taels.
There is no harm in hearing more about Yinzi and the empty duties of an elder from Daixue Palace.
Old man Zhang cleared his throat, clapped his hands, and said: "The matter starts from a year ago. It is said that the master of the Jujian Sect, Bian Wuxue, tried to annex Tianxiu Sect, led countless elites under the sect, and even won over Fangyuan.
Family forces thousands of miles away gathered into thousands of troops and went to attack Tianxiu with great momentum..."
As soon as the storyteller opened his mouth to speak, everyone in the teahouse listened quietly.
This old man is very talented as a storyteller. He must have been doing this business for a few years. He killed thousands of people from the Jujian Sect in anger like Tang Feng, rode alone for thousands of miles, made a big fuss among the four Liuyun Sects, and killed thousands more.
The things he said were vivid and vivid, as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes. Under his description, Tang Feng seemed to be a devil who always had cruelty and danger on his face, with a murderous aura as thick as mist, and who killed without blinking an eye, with bizarre plots and ups and downs of the story.
It made everyone in the teahouse widen their eyes and breathe quickly.
I have to say that Old Man Zhang spoke in great detail, but Tang Feng's face darkened as he listened.
Because he said it in too much detail.
The things he talked about included almost all the major things he had done since his debut. Including using the so-called supreme sound attack to drive back the sixth-level beast king at the corner of Quting Mountain.
Even if these things are spread outside, how can an ordinary storyteller thousands of miles away know so clearly about himself?
The only explanation is that he has collected information about himself or heard someone tell him about himself.
Tang Feng didn't pay much attention to this storyteller at first, but now he couldn't help but use his senses to test him, and Tang Feng couldn't help but chuckle.
This old man... is actually not an ordinary person, but a cultivator with earth-level cultivation.
This is interesting. Although the strength of an earth-level master is not too high, it is not low either. No matter what he does in this city, he can live a good life. The guards around the evil young man of the Kong family are only high-level Xuan-level masters.
That's all. But he was talking hard and talking in such a teahouse.
Even if I beat Tang Feng to death, I wouldn't believe that this is his interest.
After just a little thought, Tang Feng had some idea of the identity of the old man Zhang. However, even though he guessed the identity of the old man, Tang Feng was not prepared to do anything to him. His target was always the evil boy of the Kong family.
The storyteller kept talking for a while before he wiped his mouth, patted the gavel, and said in a deep voice: "That's it for today, it's time for me to rest. If you want to listen again, please come tomorrow."
morning!"
A group of people suddenly started making noises, and when they heard the wonderful part, the old man suddenly stopped talking. Isn't this exciting? Old man Zhang didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and slowly packed his things.
The door of the tea house was kicked open, and then a group of people filed in. After seeing the face of the leader clearly, the people who were making noise and dissatisfaction just shut their mouths immediately. Not only that, there was also some panic on their faces.
He looked confused, and someone had already seen the opportunity and slipped out of the teahouse.
The visitors were none other than the evil young man of the Kong family and several of his guards.
The evil boy of the Kong family is known to almost everyone in Dingkang City, ranging from centenarians to three-year-old children. Wherever he is, nothing good is bound to happen, so it is best to dodge first.
Some people took the lead, and naturally others followed suit. Within a few seconds, most of the people in the teahouse had left. The remaining people did not dare to move, because the evil young man of the Kong family was looking at them with an evil smile on his face.
Probably sensing the timidity and panic of those people, the evil young man of the Kong family snorted with his nostrils pointing to the sky. He did not chase those people away, but fanned himself in front of him with a folding fan, as if to blow away the smell in the teahouse.
The boss of the teahouse hurriedly came over with a smile. Although this boss was a person in charge of the banker's house among the five major families, he did not dare to be disrespectful in the presence of the evil young man of the Kong family. He said flatteringly: "Young Master Kong is here. I have not come far to greet you."
Please forgive me."
The evil young man of the Kong family asked: "Then the little girl didn't run away, did she?"
Boss Zhuang nodded repeatedly: "According to your instructions, young master, keep watching her. She can't fly even with her wings."
Even though he said this, Boss Zhuang was still in trouble and couldn't tell. This evening, the young master didn't know why he was so crazy that he actually came to the teahouse and wandered around. This moment revealed something big, and he actually saw
I fell in love with a luthier who performed in a bar.
In the conscience of heaven and earth, the violinist has only been in this teahouse for less than a month, and even the boss has never seen her true face. She always covers her face with a black veil. Although her eyes are pretty, they can't be said to be outstanding.
What's more, the violinist is always covered with curtains when he performs. Boss Zhuang doesn't know how the young master of the Kong family fell in love with the violinist.
Can the woman that the evil young man from the Kong family likes still run away? However, this time the evil young man from the Kong family did not plan to take action immediately. Instead, he told Boss Zhuang to watch carefully and wait until he comes to pick her up in the evening. As for whether the girl is happy or not, it is not
She can have the final say.
In a word, you have to be happy if you like it, and you have to be happy if you don't like it.
I hope that the young master in front of me will take the violinist away and never set foot in his teahouse again, Boss Zhuang prayed in his heart. Boss Zhuang asked cautiously: "Master Kong, are you taking the person away directly now or..."
"Tell her to come and play the piano for the young master. The young master will come up again...hehehe..." the evil young man of the Kong family had a mean smile on his face.
"Master Kong, please come here." Boss Zhuang felt a chill. This young master was going to show off his power in public. Although he knew what he was going to do, Boss Zhuang still respectfully took the evil young man of the Kong family aside.
Tea, snacks and snacks were delivered for free, and after everyone was settled in, the piano player was ordered to come on.
After a moment, a curtain was drawn in the hook fence, and then a series of light footsteps came from inside. The two tricks of the evil young man of the Kong family couldn't help but shine a little.
He also accidentally discovered the charm of the violinist. Although she was covered with a veil, her figure was one of a million, and she was naturally charming. The evil young man of the Kong family had slept with as many as eight hundred women, so he had a lot of experience in appraising women.
It can be said that compared to the previous women, they were not on the same level as this violinist just in terms of figure. The evil young man of the Kong family wanted to know what she looked like after taking off her clothes.
And those eyes, which looked ordinary at first glance. Although they were pretty, they were just second-rate. But for a moment, those eyes exuded an infinite charm, and at that moment, the Kong family
The evil young man grasped it. He had never seen such ecstatic eyes. Just one look at them could make one's bones soften.
This violinist must be stunning! Otherwise, why would she wear a veil and close the curtain when she comes out to perform?
When the evil young man from the Kong family was guessing, the elegant music of the piano had already come out from the curtain. The evil young man from the Kong family raised his brows and his heart beat much faster with excitement.
Tang Feng, who was sitting at a nearby table drinking tea while casually observing the evil boy of the Kong family, couldn't help but look up at the other side of the curtain.
The sound of the piano... is a little weird. It's not that it doesn't sound good, but it sounds so smooth and smooth. If this piano master hadn't been immersed in this skill for many years, he would never be able to play such a beautiful tune. It just sounds good, but
Tang Feng clearly felt that something was wrong. When the sound of the piano sounded, it seemed to carry a faint energy, which made his heart beat violently.
Sound attack? No, this is not a sound attack. Tang Feng has seen sound attack, and Qiu Jueyin is a master who is proficient in sound attack. To put it bluntly, sound attack is to add one's own strength to the sound, allowing the invisible and qualityless sound to form an attack
.And there is clearly no energy fluctuation in this piano sound.
Just for a moment, that weird feeling disappeared again, replaced by the sound of the piano that made people unconsciously indulge in it.
