Chang'an, Qin Tianjian.
Yu Jiayan sat quietly in the hall, seeming to be thinking about something.
In front of him were three sets of bowls and chopsticks, an exquisite incense burner, a pot of old wine, three plates of side dishes, and a basin of rice.
"Today is the 30th of the lunar month again. I wonder how you are doing?"
Yu Jiayan murmured softly, and the incense burner began to send out puffs of smoke.
The empty hall was deserted, without even a trace of echo.
A meteor streaked across the sky, inconspicuous among the stars in the sky, but Su Jiayan immediately looked up at the night sky, feeling a faint pain in his heart.
He closed his eyes and quickly picked up the divination seal with his hand.
However, he just put his hand down when he pinched the secret seal.
A gust of evening wind blew by, blowing the smoke from the incense burner and hovering above his head.
"The bells of Qingcheng Mountain... didn't they just ring last night? Why did they ring again today?" Yu Jiayan said to himself with some confusion.
After a while, he pinched the Jue Seal again, making a gesture to make a hexagram.
But after a moment, he lowered the hand he just raised. This time, what hindered him was that the job bowl in front of him suddenly shattered.
Yu Jiayan picked up the pieces of the rice bowl, but he happened to touch the sharp edge of the pieces, and blood suddenly poured out of his fingers.
"This...you don't want me to settle it?" Yu Jiayan murmured, staring at the blood pouring out of his fingers.
"Well, since it's God's will, I won't force it. I don't know who died?"
A small tea stall at the gate of Chang'an City.
The old storyteller was telling a story to a group of drinkers at the wine table. Guo Dalong was sitting at the front of the group of drinkers, listening to the story with everyone intoxicated.
Next to Guo Dalong, there were several empty stools, but no one was sitting on them.
Not long after, several men in gorgeous clothes who looked either rich or noble walked into the tea stall.
The owner of the tea stall hurried forward to greet them and led them to sit next to Guo Dalong.
Since the Caishen Hall and Fenglai Tower in Chang'an City were closed, the business of theaters, teahouses, and taverns in Chang'an City has become booming. These wealthy people are very bored all day long, so they have the leisure to come to this tavern to listen. Books have been published, so even storytelling has become a hot business.
"Everyone, do you listen to the ups and downs in the world, the grievances and hatreds?" The old man slapped the wood in his wake and said with a smile.
Guo Dalong immediately clapped his hands and said, "That's fine, ever since I listened to the old man's story, I can go up to the tenth floor without any pain in my waist or legs, and without gasping for breath. Every night I even dream about what the old man said." Those swords and swords in the rivers and lakes I mentioned! How great it would be if one day I could go to those rivers and lakes and live a life of drinking heavily and eating large amounts of meat!"
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked slightly rich was stroking his beard and said slowly, "This world is not as relaxed and leisurely as you think. There is more darkness and blood in it, especially at the bottom." That group of people lived such a life...ah...it's hard to describe in words!"
Guo Dalong suddenly became energetic and approached the middle-aged man with a tea cup, "Oh? This gentleman seems to have a different opinion on Jianghu affairs. I wonder if you can share it with us?"
At this time, all the tea drinkers on the side also became interested.
They all spoke to persuade the middle-aged man.
"Brother, come and talk to me?"
"Yes, brother, we people have been staying in Chang'an and haven't traveled around the land of Kyushu. We are all very curious about the outside world!"
"Yes, I saw that this dear friend is well-informed and has a broad vision. Why don't you tell us about the things in the world!"
"Waiter, bring me two jugs of good wine. This dear friend and I hit it off right away, so I have to have a couple of drinks with him!"
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Finally, under the compliments of everyone, the middle-aged man sat on the old storyteller's seat.
"Since everyone wants to hear me talk about things in the world, I will boldly come forward and say a few words! If there is anything wrong with what I said, please forgive me." The middle-aged man said humbly. said.
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The old man took the lead in applauding, and all the drinkers also had expectations in their eyes.
After everyone's applause stopped, the middle-aged man said slowly, "My surname is He. Everyone calls me Lao He on weekdays. I am a businessman. I mainly do reselling goods. I usually work between Yuzhou and Yongzhou. Travel between.
Everyone should know that Yuzhou is not only the largest state among the nine states, with a vast territory and rich resources, but it can be said that half of the world is located in this state.
In fact, I have always felt that most of the warriors who wander around the world are just thieves with various names. I’m not talking about anyone, I’m just making a judgment based on my experience of traveling abroad for so many years. Don't rush to refute me yet. I also admit that there are great knights in the world who are righteous and generous. Well...since everyone wants to hear Jianghu's story, I will tell you two things that I have personally experienced.
Some time ago, wasn't it said in Yuzhou that there was a warrior who had overcome the tribulation? I happened to be collecting a batch of goods in Yuzhou at that time, and I also saw with my own eyes what the warrior looked like when he was going through the tribulation. That scene, that sight, was spectacular!
But what I want to focus on is not how powerful this warrior is, but the following paragraph.
This high-quality warrior's tribulation naturally attracted many martial arts masters to watch. Even Master Li Er from Tianxia Academy and Master Li Muzhi, the governor of Yuzhou, personally came to protect him.
Because I was close at the time and saw the excitement, I forgot to leave for a while, but was discovered by several high-level warriors.
In the deep mountains and old forests, when I met such a person, I could only admit that I was unlucky and obediently paid the money to save my life. Alas, there is no way at all. Although I have been wandering around all year round, I have also hired a few warriors to protect me, but they are only at the fourth level. How can I stop these shameless high-level warriors!
This is Jianghu, and it is just normal for the weak to prey on the strong. "
Lao He sighed, took a sip of wine, and said, "This is good wine, strong enough!"
At this time, the old storyteller on the side blinked his eyes, coughed twice and said, "The little old man has also heard about the Yuzhou warriors overcoming the tribulation. Since the last time, the little old man said something he shouldn't have said in the Fugui Tavern, he was punished. After the government drove him out of Chang'an, he has been wandering around and inquiring about many secrets of the world. Among them is the matter of this Yuzhou warrior."
The tea guests on the side were all attracted by the old man, and even Lao He looked at him curiously.
The old man pursed his lips
, said, "It is said that this Yuzhou warrior is not actually from Yuzhou, but from a large family in Chang'an.
Moreover, in the valley where he passed the tribulation, someone also saw the figure of the killer of the Juhua Organization. However, after the warrior successfully overcame the tribulation, the governor of Yuzhou ordered that this valley be rewarded to the warrior.
For a long time after that, there was no news about the Chrysanthemum Organization in the world. Such a large killer organization seemed to have disappeared from the world.
However, what is intriguing is that there is another mysterious killer organization in Yuzhou named Xunfeng.
No one knows where their organization is, how many people there are, and what its strength is. All I know is that they accept any mission and can kill anyone! "
The old man smacked his lips and took a sip of tea. The granddaughter beside him obediently picked up a handkerchief and wiped the tea stains on his stubble.
All the listeners were satisfied. They were always very interested in hearing such secret rumors in the world.
Lao He also continued, "Now that we have finished talking about Yuzhou, let me talk about Yongzhou! Take Qingcheng Mountain as an example. Yesterday I happened to transport a batch of goods passing by the foot of Qingcheng Mountain and planned to send them to Chang'an City for sale.
As a result, I don’t know what happened, but suddenly there was a sudden tremor, and there was a roar of someone who didn’t know what the hell it was, which scared the horses in my convoy. I couldn't hold it back and started running around with my goods.
Alas, it took me more than half a year of hard work to collect my batch of goods from Yuzhou, just because these goods can be sold to make up for the money I lost from being robbed in Yuzhou. As a result, the horse was frightened and nearly a third of the cargo was lost. I shouted at the gate of Qingcheng Mountain for a long time before anyone paid attention to me.
But I explained the situation to them, but they didn't fight at all.
Even though they were trying to compensate me for my losses, they didn't buy it at all and insisted that it was my own fault.
Alas, in Qingcheng Mountain, it was because I made a mistake when I was fighting the monsters. I felt that I had made a contribution to the human race, so I could do whatever I wanted. Humph, such a sect will collapse sooner or later! "
All the tea guests were filled with indignation when they heard this, and they all complained about this old man.
However, the old man sat aside calmly and did not say a word. He just held his granddaughter's little hand, but the granddaughter looked unhappy.
At this time, a certain tea guest on the side suddenly said, "I heard a news from a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain this morning. It was said that Qingcheng Mountain was demolishing a demon-suppressing tower on the mountain yesterday and killed many people inside. Where’s the demon clan? It’s said that their great elder’s beloved disciple died inside the night before yesterday.”
"What a good death! Haha! They deserve it! They deserve it for letting them be arrogant and domineering!" Lao He immediately laughed loudly.
"Damn it, you don't know," the tea guest continued, "when the tower was demolished yesterday, their great elder went crazy inside the mountain gate, made a big fuss, and then entered the tower himself, and ended up destroying the tower. I went crazy and died inside!"
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The storytelling at the tea stall quickly turned into a storytelling session, with tea drinkers telling stories one after another that they either personally experienced or heard from hearsay.
I don't know how much time passed, but Guo Dalong suddenly discovered that the old storyteller and his granddaughter were no longer there while he was talking and laughing. He didn't think much about it and continued to talk animatedly with the tea guests.
