There is a mountain in the extreme west of Kyushu, which is ten thousand feet high and is called Kunlun. As an old saying goes, Kunlun is the ancestor of thousands of mountains and the root of the earth's veins.
There are hundreds of miles of large swamps in the middle section of Kunlun. The snow on the top of the mountain melts when the weather is warm. It flows through the large swamps and joins the long river. It goes all the way east for thousands of miles across the four states and flows into the sea.
The mouth of the Changhe River is located in Dizhou at the southern end of Hebei Road. It flows to the sea and the scene is very beautiful. After noon that day, the sun had passed the middle and slowly turned westward. A small boat came slowly on the sea. When I got a little closer, I saw a young man on the boat. He was dressed in white and had his hands on his back. He stood on the bow of the boat with his eyes wide. Close it tightly, two scars appear
The "eight" shape stretches from the center of the eyebrows across the eyebrows and eyes to the cheekbones, which looks terrifying at first glance. Looking closer, there is no one else on board.
No one was rowing, and the boat moved forward at a steady speed. Even as it got closer and closer to the rumbling mouth of the sea, the speed still did not slow down. It just plunged into the mist and continued westward along the long river. It seemed like this The monstrous water vapor and the fast-flowing river had no effect on this man who did not look strong at first glance and the boat that felt like it was about to be broken.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around, and I'm afraid others would be surprised if they saw this scene. . After just a few days of stopping and going, the boat was about to sail halfway through Yanzhou, and the sun had passed halfway up the mountain. The man in white just said to himself: "It should take one more stick of incense to reach Taicheng, or should I?" I'll do it myself." His tone was soft, and if you didn't look at him as a man, you would think he was a woman just by listening to his voice.
The voice is not an authentic Dazhou dialect, so naturally he cannot be considered a native. It’s just that this seems to be said to someone, but who is it meant for?
The boat slowed down strangely, moving slowly towards the river bank, getting closer and closer, and the entire boat emerged from the water. Then, a turtle head as big as a basket also surfaced.
Unexpectedly, it was a giant turtle carrying this man on the boat. The man in white bent down and picked up a thin bamboo pole from the boat. He lowered his head slightly and let his hair spread to cover the two terrible scars. Then he connected the bamboo poles in his hands and got off the boat unhurriedly, not caring about the mud on the river. Wearing white clothes and white shoes, we walked westward. The big turtle turned around and dived into the water again, disappearing without a trace.
Not long after walking, I saw the outline of Tai City. The man in white walked onto the main road and followed the crowd into the city. There is a mountain in Taicheng, Daishan Mountain.
The mountain is not high, but it is said that immortals once appeared here. As a result, emperors of all dynasties came to burn incense and pay homage when they ascended the throne. This mountain can be regarded as the best in Kyushu.
As soon as the man in white entered the city, he heard the soldiers guarding the city at the city gate saying that there was a storyteller at Yixing Tower tonight. The storyteller was He Qingshan, a famous storyteller in Kyushu.
The man in white seemed to have remembered something, and smiled. Then, relying on the impression of having been there a few years ago, he leaned on a bamboo pole and asked all the way to find Yixing Building.
He Qingshan is not necessarily a better storyteller than those in the busy city, but this person is afraid of being conservative.
The other storytellers all told stories passed down by their ancestors, He Qingshan also said, but what he told was more about what he had seen and heard during his travels in Kyushu over the years.
Coupled with his embellished fusion and doping, he became so famous that even the man in the Forbidden City liked to listen to his books.
When the man in white found Yixing Building, it was already crowded with people. Hearing the roar of people, he might not be able to squeeze in even if he tried to squeeze in.
But money can make a fool of himself. After finding out a piece of silver, the waiter in the store took the man in white into Yixing Building and found a seat very close to the table.
Thinking that the ingot of silver really worked, the waiter warmed a pot for the man in white and he knew it was the most popular jade liquid wine in Kyushu.
Regarding the plate of peanuts, whether it was a gift or a bill to pay for, the man in white acted really appropriately.
Just at this moment, the curtains on the stage fell down, and while the man in white was drinking, a girl in her fifteenth or sixteenth year came onto the stage holding a Sanxian.
Everyone knows that other storyteller's three-foot desk and one wooden stand are just a stage show, but this He Qingshan is different from others. He insists on adding some voice, and suddenly adds some sonority to his ups and downs climax, It can be regarded as a little bit of spice.
As soon as the girl came on stage, the restaurant became silent. Waiting until the three-stringed string sounded slowly twice, only the sound of wake wood was heard in the curtains, and then a female voice was heard.
The tone was predictably melodious, and the oriole sound was so clear and comfortable that it started with the same opening poem, saying:
"The Wu hook hangs far away in the northwest, and the cold moon shines like frost on the south wall. The young man is so angry that he asks you how to borrow Du Kang." The restaurant, which was noisy like the morning market, suddenly fell silent, and you could hear the drop of a needle.
"This capital city was attacked by barbarians decades ago. Ye Mulin, who first entered the court that year, took the luminous monument and traveled around the five roads all day and night to find eighteen masters to fight back the enemy. Later, the late emperor ordered to build He conquered the capital city, which is three points shorter than the capital city, and made Ye Mulin the patron king. So far, Prince Ye has become the only prince with a different surname in the hundred years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"Right now, let's not talk about the bloody battle between the Prince and the Eighteen Grand Masters in the capital. Let's talk about the heroic incident in the capital a few years ago where a boy from the Ye family turned into a beauty out of anger." Immediately afterwards, Xiangmu said again. With a sound, He Qingshan's tone changed in the curtain, and a majestic aura came towards him.
"Three years ago, on a hot summer night, the Mo family in the capital city..." The man in white turned his head slightly, his two scars moved involuntarily, and his ears trembled.
In the curtain, there was a rich voice that should not belong to a woman, telling how several big families gathered in the Mo family to denounce the good family in the summer night, about the boy from the Ye family who accidentally happened to be a beamer, and how the boy was meddling in his sister's business. , about the ruthless and evil-minded family that destroys others, about the twisted mind of the daughter of a broken family, about how she escaped disaster due to fate, about the young man who became a beauty in anger, and about the Battle of Montenegro that shocked the court.
The voice has different cadences, matching the plucked three strings, and the ups and downs that a story should have, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.
Until the sound of the awakening wood stopped, the clanging sound continued across Jiang Min, and the expressions of the listeners in the audience showed that they were still unfinished.
If it weren't for the man in white with two ferocious scars on his face, he clapped his hands a few times first, causing scattered applause around him, and then it came like a tide, and the cheers and cheers came one after another.
The curtain was lifted, and the girl who plucked the strings came down from the stage holding a wooden plate, and begged for the reward from right to left in a very elegant manner.
To be honest, people who have money to show off money but don’t have money to show off to people, there are not many people who throw ingots of silver in a more dignified way, but the most are a few pieces of broken silver. Some regular customers are shy but can’t do it, so they throw out a few copper plates. That's not a bad idea.
He Qingshan, who has become everyone in the party, does not care about the money. The girl who has been with him for a long time is naturally well-informed and does not care about others.
A girl with two braids walked up to the man in white and muttered
The lingo of "asking for a reward, thanking for a meal" was just a man in white who raised his head without hesitation. Such an appearance really shocked the girl. The girl who had seen the world quickly averted her eyes and lowered her head to pretend not to see. There was just a tremor in his voice.
The man in white, who has long been accustomed to the eyes of the world, wanted to smile, but felt that his face was really scary, so he lowered his head again and said, "Please tell everyone, I'm an old friend of Fu Ying asking to see you." He originally lowered his head. The obedient girl raised her head and was stunned, saying
"Wuxian" blurted out, and he immediately felt that he had lost his words again. He was worried and embarrassed for a moment, and hurriedly walked away.
Hearing the girl's breathing become rapid, and then walking away in a panic, the man in white burst into laughter.
Just surrounded by a cup of tea, the originally noisy lobby suddenly became so quiet that you could hear it. The gasps of the listeners sitting or standing around were a little heavier in the ears of the man in white.
The curtain was lifted again. He Qingshan, who had never shown his face easily since he became famous as a storyteller in Kyushu, and even the one in the palace had never seen his true face, gently raised his hand and lifted the veil, revealing a young face that could bring disaster to the country and the people. On the top, the bright red mouth that was afraid of dripping blood opened slightly. It was different from the two voices when she was telling the story just now. It was soft and sweet.
"Waka Wangyou!"
