Chapter 209: Xuantian can't even sell a few taels of silver
Although what the storyteller told was wonderful, the people listening below were inevitably a little unhappy. After all, the story had a beginning and no end, and the winner was not even told in the end. Fortunately, the storyteller was older and was in this restaurant.
I have been a storyteller for a long time, so no one dares to embarrass this storyteller. Otherwise, telling stories like this only covers half of the work, and if you encounter any bad-tempered listener, you will definitely not be able to escape with a beating.
Everyone watched the storyteller slowly pack up his things, and no one wanted to leave. They just looked at the storyteller quietly, without urging and no one made a fuss.
After a while, Mr. Storyteller finally packed up his meal, turned around slowly, closed the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "This book has a beginning and an end. I blame it. I hope you can bear with me. I will give it to you in the end."
Please give me two poems to encourage you."
"What poem?"
Someone shouted from below.
The storyteller smiled faintly and shouted: "The great road has given me madness, and I have exchanged it for eternity."
After saying this, the storyteller didn’t wait for everyone below to react, so he slowly pulled his little girl off the stage. I don’t know how long the storyteller had been gone before someone below shouted loudly: "What a poem!"
After singing a good poem, everyone began to leave one by one. After all, the storyteller had left, so it was meaningless for those of them who listened to the book to stay. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people in the restaurant were gone.
Li Longqian squinted at the storyteller who had retired, and said to himself: "The great road gave me madness, and I exchanged it for eternity. If these two sentences describe the arrogance and unrulyness of the swordsman Li Taibai, it seems that
It’s the most appropriate.”
The old beggar smiled after hearing Li Longqian's muttering: "These words were said by Li Taibai himself, so they are certainly appropriate."
"Bragging again!"
Before Li Longqian opened his mouth to speak, Ling Shiqing rushed to shout.
"I...why am I bragging again?" The old beggar looked at Ling Shiqing with a somewhat unnatural tone in his voice.
"How do you know this was said by Li Taibai himself? It was obviously said by a storyteller." Ling Shiqing asked with her chest raised and her head raised.
"Shit, he's just a storyteller. Do you think he can say such domineering words?"
The old beggar also raised his chest and raised his head, and the two of them seemed to be at odds with each other.
"You..." Ling Shiqing glared at the old beggar, then turned to glare at Li Longqian, as if she was asking why Li Longqian didn't speak for her.
Li Longqian smiled helplessly and asked the old beggar in a low voice: "Senior, since you understand so well, did Li Taibai lose or win at that time?"
"Yes, you haven't said anything about this yet." Ling Shiqing shouted.
The old beggar was slightly stunned. He glanced up at the street outside, and then said slowly: "Li Taibai didn't lose in the end, but he didn't win either. The contest between him and Zhan Lexin ended in a draw."
"How is that possible? Are you talking nonsense again?" Ling Shiqing shouted in disbelief.
"Old man, I really wasn't talking nonsense this time. There was really no winner in the result of that competition. As for the process, it was basically as the storyteller said before. And what the boy just said was right, Zhan
Le Xin knew that his skill in fists and feet was not as good as that of Li Taibai, so
He wanted to take advantage of Li Taibai's shortcomings of impatience and win in the end. Although Li Taibai was arrogant at that time, he was not a fool. It was just that maybe because the authorities were obsessed, the two fought for more than half a month before Li Taibai finally succeeded.
Understand Zhan Lexin’s intention and know that he
If he keeps fighting like this, he will definitely lose, so he proposed the idea of a draw. Zhan Lexin also knew that Li Taibai had seen through his thoughts, so he naturally agreed. As for why the two of them did not announce the result later, I think
Maybe it was because everyone said that Li
Taibai has never won in his life. The first three matches between Li Taibai and Li Taibai all ended in draws. This time, his face was unavoidable, so there were two endings." The old beggar spoke in a calm manner, and the expression on his face was somewhat
Seriously, so I don’t seem to be bragging this time.
"Then Li Taibai has really never won in his life?" Ling Shiqing asked quickly.
"Well, at least as far as the world knows, he has never won." The old beggar nodded slightly.
"Oh, how could he not have won? How could he become the Sword Immortal if he had not won? Why did the Jianghu people let him rank in the Nine Heavens?" Ling Shiqing's face seemed to have a hint of emotion when she heard this.
Disappointed, after all, the name Li Taibai was mentioned once or twice in the Jianghu miscellaneous books he had read since he was a child, so Ling Shiqing had admired this person since he was a child. But after hearing the old man's words today, Ling Shiqing could not help but feel sorry for this Li Taibai.
Taibai was a little disappointed.
After Li Longqian saw Ling Shiqing's pitiful appearance, he smiled and said, "Although Li Taibai has never won in his life, hasn't he also lost?"
Ling Shiqing only reacted when she heard these words. She quickly covered her mouth and exclaimed: "That's right, why didn't I think of that!"
"In life, if you don't win, it may be easy, but if you don't lose, it may be a little harder than reaching the sky." Li Longqian continued.
"Yes, what this little brother said makes sense." The old beggar put down the chicken drumstick in his hand and nodded quickly, looked at Ling Shiqing and then at Li Longqian and then said: "People in the world know that the swordsman Li Taibai has never won.
, but no one thought that Li Taibai had never lost before. You, the kid, are somewhat savvy. Are you practicing martial arts in your family?"
"No." Li Longqian shook his head.
"That's a pity." The old beggar sighed, frowned and continued: "If there were one or two martial arts practitioners in your family who would give you some casual guidance and practice this martial arts skill from an early age, you would probably be able to do it by now.
You can achieve something."
"He is now a fourth-grade martial artist and is already very powerful." Ling Shiqing retorted on Li Longqian's behalf.
"You girl, you really can't say anything wrong about your sweetheart." The old beggar looked at Ling Shiqing and laughed.
When Ling Shiqing heard this, her face immediately turned red, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about, you old beggar!"
"Haha, let's stop talking." The old beggar knew that Ling Shi was not easy to deal with, so he waved his hands quickly, then looked at Li Longqian and frowned again, and whispered: "It's a good understanding, but it's a pity.
A fourth-grade martial artist would be enough for ordinary people, but if you were placed in a world where Xuantian couldn't even sell it for a few taels of silver, you would be far behind."
When Ling Shiqing heard these bastard words that were worthless to Xuantian, she originally thought of scolding the old beggar for bragging, but then she thought about it and decided not to. After scolding him for a long time, he couldn't be heard at all, so she might as well save herself some energy.