In Jiming Temple, there are two rattan chairs and a eucalyptus table.
"Hey! It's said that Emperor Gaozu revolted in Guandong, destroyed Qin and destroyed Chu and Han Dynasty..."
A prince wearing a red dragon robe, an emperor wearing a bright yellow five-claw dragon robe, and a storyteller wearing a long gown.
Zhu Di sat on the wicker chair and gently closed his eyes, listening carefully. Zhu Gaojie sat next to the old man.
The emperor had a hobby, which was to listen to storytelling. The storytelling in different places was very different. Zhu Di had lived in Shuntian Prefecture for many years. Even if he moved to Jinling City now, he did not forget to recruit storytellers from Shuntian Prefecture to teach storytelling.
Zhu Di raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this, but Zhu Gaojie was sweating profusely.
This storyteller's storytelling is excellent, but... the content he talks about is also too exciting.
The storybook is called "The Weiyang Palace Beheads Han Xin", which is not very friendly to a certain handsome boy named Han in Zhu Gaojie's mind.
The storyteller stood behind the eucalyptus stand, holding a folding fan, and spoke passionately: "The Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty said to Xiao Xiangguo that Han Xin is a problem on my mind, and it will be difficult to get rid of the serious problem until it is eliminated. The prime minister and I made a plan to kill Han Xin. Remove the thorn in your side...
Han Xin entered Weiyang Palace and had not yet reacted, hey! The warriors came out with a roar and tied up the Marquis of Huaiyin. Empress Lu came out and said, "Han Xin, you are guilty!" ,
Han Xin asked, what crime am I guilty of?
Empress Lu said, "You deliberately conspired to rebel, and your crime is unforgivable. I think you have done something good, so I will give you your whole body."
Han Xin laughed and said, I regret that I did not follow Kuai Gong's advice and was deceived by women and children. This is God's will!
Poor Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, was a soldier of his generation. He once built a plank road in Ming Dynasty, secretly crossed Chencang, set up a suspicion in Jin Dynasty, sneaked across Xia Yang, crossed the army with wooden poppies, made a camp with his back on the water, changed banners, sent out a message, settled in the sand, crossed the river, attacked on all sides, and was surrounded by enemies on all sides. , Ambush from all sides...now he died at the hands of a woman! "
"..."
The storyteller behind the stage became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and the old man listened with great interest.
In Zhu Gaojie's mind, a certain handsome boy named Han had already filled his anger tank.
"Don't stop me, let me kill him!
Han Xin was so angry that the Tianling Gai was smoking. He never imagined that someone could whip his corpse even after he had been dead for more than a thousand years!
You tell me to send "Weiyang Palace Beheads Han Xin", I will kill your mother first!
"Brother Xin, brother Xin, don't be impulsive."
Huo Qubing quickly grabbed Han Xin and said, "This storyteller is ignorant and doesn't know how to respect our ancestors. Don't argue with him."
"Fuck him, I'm going to kill him!" Han Xin's eyes were red.
This military immortal Han Xin has been diving since he entered Zhu Gaojie's mind world. He doesn't care about anything and it is difficult to anger him.
But this storyteller is ignorant and picks out Han Xin's weakest points.
Weiyang Palace was Han Xin's lifelong pain, and it completely broke his defenses.
Cao Cao came over and asked: "Brother Xin, I heard that Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, promised you not to kill until you see heaven, you will not kill you, and you will not kill iron. He promised so much, how did you die?"
Han Xin looked at Cao Cao with murderous intent in his eyes, wanting to peel off Boss Cao's skin!
Cao Cao wisely kept his mouth shut.
…
"After Empress Lu beheaded Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, in the Weiyang Palace, she felt uneasy again. She killed the three tribes of Han, Xin and Yi. It can be said that they killed the donkeys and hid the birds. Han Xin was indispensable for the victory of the Han Dynasty. Taiping was originally determined by the general. The general is not allowed to see peace, how sad it is!"
….
After finishing the last paragraph, Zhu Gaojie let out a long sigh of relief, and Han Xin in his mind also calmed down.
The storyteller didn't have time to pick up the tea cup to moisten his throat. Instead, he lowered his head and asked Zhu Di: "Long live Lord, are you satisfied with what you heard?"
Zhu Di nodded slightly: "That's right, but I just didn't get enough of it. Please tell me about "The Killing of Han Xin in Weiyang Palace" again."
"Okay."
Zhu Gaojie panicked, how much hatred did Zhu Di and Han Xin have? If it didn't work once, he had to listen to it a second time?
If I continue talking, I’m afraid Han
Xin is about to lose control and rush out to kill someone!
Seeing that the storyteller was about to start talking, Zhu Gaojie quickly said: "Wait! Stop talking!"
The emperor looked at Zhu Gaojie and frowned slightly: "Why, are you impatient?"
"Father, this is not what I mean." Zhu Gaojie wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I have also learned a piece of storytelling recently. If my father doesn't mind, can I tell you a piece?"
Zhu Di sneered: "What kind of ivory can come out of your dog's mouth?"
Zhu Gaojiao rolled his eyes and said, "Father, please don't look down on me. I really know how to tell stories!"
The storyteller standing behind the stage blinked: Oh my god, Prince Qi is taking my job?
Zhu Di became interested and asked, "What is your storytelling called?"
Zhu Gaojie coughed lightly and said without blushing, "Zhe Tian!"
"Huh?" Zhu Di was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile, "The name sounds impressive. Since you are thoughtful, I will listen to it for a while."
Zhu Gaojie stood up and walked to the eucalyptus platform, driving the storyteller away.
The storyteller felt aggrieved, so he could only stand aside and pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what Prince Qi had to say.
Zhu Gaojie took a deep breath, and the awakening wood fell with a "pop" sound, and said: "The four directions are called the universe. Although the universe has reality, it has no fixed place to find. Although the universe has grown, I don't know where it started."
"In the depths of the universe where coldness and darkness coexist, nine huge dragon corpses pull an ancient bronze coffin, existing forever."
"This is an extremely shocking picture captured by Qintian Supervisor in the dead universe. Did the Nine Dragons pull the coffin back to ancient times, or to the other side of the starry sky?"
"A vast world of fairy tales, bizarre and endlessly mysterious. Blood boils like a volcano, a vast ocean surges, desires are endless like an abyss... Climb the road to heaven, sing songs, and cover the sky with a snap of your fingers!"
"It is said that in the future era, there is a young man named Ye Fan, who was born in the same family, chose a good time and auspicious day, and climbed Mount Tai together with dozens of others in the same year. Mount Tai is majestic and can be traced back to the morale of the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times. It is a place close to the gods. In the past, it swept across Liuhe. The First Emperor of Qin and the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who were both talented and strategic, all had their Zen rituals at Mount Tai. In ancient times, seventy-two emperors also had their Zen rituals at Mount Tai!”
"Ye Fan was looking out from the top of the mountain. When he was at the top, he saw all the small mountains. Suddenly he looked up and couldn't help but be horrified. There was a loud roar of wind and thunder. Nine dragon corpses as huge as a long river were pulling a giant bronze coffin. Look at the top of the mountain and fall!"
"..."
Zhu Gaojie spoke eloquently. Zhu Di, who originally thought that "King Qi can talk nonsense about storytelling," now had a solemn expression on his face and was listening in rapt attention. He was intoxicated by this majestic storytelling and could not extricate himself.
….
Even the storyteller was stunned for a moment, wondering which story this was and why he had never heard of it. This Ye Fan... Kowloon Pulling the Coffin... Wori, there are so many cool ones!
Zhu Gaojie secretly glanced at Zhu Di while talking about storytelling with a golden tongue. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the old man's immersed expression.
The epic online article "Shading the Sky" written by a red-haired monster in the 21st century, when placed in the Ming Dynasty, can be called a dimensionality reduction blow!
Using the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin as an introduction, it brings out a huge fantasy world of prehistoric times and the secrets of ancient myths. The volume is vast, the settings are complex, and there are many characters. Tracing back to the origin of everything, it seems that everything comes from the void and returns to the void.
Fortunately, Zhu Gaojie has the gift of photographic memory, otherwise the red-haired monster would have lost so many words... Ahem, otherwise there are more than six million words in "The Sky". After so many years, I would still not be able to remember it clearly.
However, Zhu Gaojie also slightly modified the content and changed it into a language that people in the Ming Dynasty could understand. He couldn't say "satellite", "space detector", "Mercedes", "parking fee" and other words .
"The giant bronze coffin shook violently, and everyone felt like the world was spinning. Everyone knew that the Nine Dragon Coffin Pulling Coffin had finally reached the end."
"Suddenly, the mysterious inscriptions on the coffin wall bloomed with divine brilliance. They propped up a hazy light curtain, offsetting an impulse that people dare not imagine.
After the blow, the bronze coffin finally stabilized. "
"With a loud bang, the lid of the giant coffin slid down, and the bronze coffin was overturned to the ground!"
"Light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but soon, they were shocked by the scene in front of them... Ahem, I can predict what will happen next, and let me explain next time."
Zhu Gaojie's voice became hoarse when he spoke, so he directly chose to be a broken dog. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and his burning throat was bathed in the sweet spring.
"Um?"
Zhu Di, who was fascinated by what he heard, was suddenly brought back to reality by the fragmented dog, and said angrily, "Why don't you tell me? What happened after you came out of the copper coffin? What was that shocking scene? Are you really fucking stupid?" He picks the right time to break the chapter!"
The feeling of having his hand cut off was like someone tickling Zhu Di's heart, making him want to stop and scratch his ears and cheeks.
The storyteller was like Zhu Di at this moment, so anxious that he wanted to put a knife on King Qi's neck, forcing him to continue talking.
"Let's talk about it another day, let's talk another day." Zhu Gaojie said cheerfully.
Just be a dog out of context, I'm afraid your spit will dry up if you continue talking about it.
Zhu Di's face suddenly turned cold, and he waved to the eunuch Tang Cheng who was standing in front of the door: "The Imperial Guards arrested King Qi for teasing the emperor and sent him to prison to await trial!"
Tang Cheng, who had been listening to Zhu Gaojie's storytelling, turned around without hesitation to shake people.
He was also angry in his heart. This kid, King Qi, is so well-behaved on weekdays, why did he become a broken dog?
When Zhu Gaojie saw that the old man was serious, he had a strong desire to survive and said quickly: "Father, I think I can talk a little longer!"
Tang Cheng, who was about to shake people, stopped and looked back at Zhu Gaojie.
Zhu Di gave a hint of a conspiracy smile: "King Qi, I won't embarrass you, right?"
"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed." Zhu Gaojie wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It is what a son should do to please his father."
Who the hell can stand the old man’s violent way of urging updates!
If you don't agree with me, I'll shake you off and put you in jail, if you still can't stop talking!
Poor Atu
