In a teahouse on Xinhe Street.
Zhang Yao walked in slowly, and Doctor Tea immediately recognized this regular customer.
"Doctor Zhang is here, please take a seat quickly."
Dr. Tea greeted him enthusiastically and said with a smile on his face: "Still the same, a pot of Maojian?"
"Um."
Zhang Yao nodded, sat on the table and waited for a while, and Dr. Tea quickly served a pot of tea.
He picked up the teacup and listened. On one side of the teahouse lobby, the storyteller was sitting behind the desk, holding a folding fan and talking nonstop:
"...That 'Wind Chasing Sword' Chu Xingge is indeed a top-notch player. He has defeated several famous figures in Jiangdu in a row!"
"First, let's talk about his battle with the famous 'Poison Dragon Spear' Guan Sheng, the chief escort of Changlin Escort Bureau, half a month ago..."
As he recounted the details of the battle that day, he kept gesticulating with a folding fan in his hand, as if he had witnessed it in person.
In his description, his choice of words, sentences, and tone changes are quite clever. He also knows how to enliven the atmosphere, arouse expectations, and talk about exciting points, which often attracts loud cheers from everyone.
"Chasing the Wind Sword Chu Xingge?"
Zhang Yao enjoyed this performance and thought casually:
"Probably another one, and the general figure from Lu Cang?"
In troubled times, there are always people who want to get ahead through force.
Many martial arts masters do not want to look after people's homes and homes, or be slaves and be driven around by others, so opening a martial arts studio or an escort agency has become the choice of these people.
Even if you want to do something special, but make a living with martial arts, you have to make a name for yourself first, and naturally there will be various challenges and fights.
There were often such outsiders in Changping City in the past. As the capital of Jiangzhou, such people in Jiangdu were like crucian carps crossing the river.
In these short three years, he had heard many similar examples, but the end of these people was often not very good.
"...But he said that after the battle that day, the old man of the Feng family personally invited him. After hearing about the banquet, he met him by chance in the garden of the Feng Mansion..."
Less than half an hour later, after the storyteller finished talking about several battles, he changed the topic on the spot and started telling some scandalous anecdotes about "Chasing the Wind Sword".
The atmosphere in the teahouse, which had been gradually declining, suddenly became high again. Many onlookers and listeners looked excited and curious, listening to his story with relish.
The fight between martial arts masters is exciting and exciting, but what can compare to this?
"Good guy, it's different when the heat is high. There are also scandals..."
Just as Zhang Yao was about to leave, he sat down again, poured another pot of tea, and continued listening with interest.
When the storyteller tells these things, his words and tone are quite ambiguous. Although he doesn't point it out clearly, it makes people think more.
The spectators and listeners in the audience all showed tacit smiles, and they all asked the storyteller to speak more.
The most impatient spectators, while shouting loudly, also threw in copper coins one after another, proving their enthusiasm with practical actions.
For a moment, there was a jingling sound, and the storyteller was beaming. He moistened his throat and prepared to continue his efforts.
"Um?"
Zhang Yao frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and sat there without moving.
"Uh-huh!"
A flash of sword light was like a silver bottle exploding and water slurry bursting out, spanning a distance of several feet in an instant!
"ah!!"
The storyteller screamed in horror. The folding fan in his hand had been chopped into two pieces, and the sharp sword tip was pointed at his throat, less than an inch away.
"..."
There was a sudden silence in the teahouse lobby, and you could hear a needle drop.
Many spectators and listeners stared blankly at this scene, never expecting that such a thing would happen.
"This, this master..."
The storyteller's lips were trembling and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was about to say something when he was interrupted.
"Shut your mouth!"
The young swordsman holding a sword, his handsome face covered with frost, his eyes filled with anger and disgust, said coldly:
"Where did you hear this? Huh?! Or did you make it up yourself?"
As soon as these words came out, many onlookers in the teahouse suddenly realized - my dear, we have bumped into the real owner!
No one expected that Chu Xingge, the "Wind Chasing Sword" who has been in the limelight in Jiangdu recently, actually lives near Xinhe Street, and happened to bump into the storyteller who arranged for him.
Being caught red-handed this time, it was really hard to defend myself.
"Mr. Chu, I, I am just asking for food..."
The storyteller was so frightened that he responded tremblingly.
But such an answer obviously did not satisfy Chu Xingge, but it only made the anger in his eyes slightly lower.
After these questions and answers, the teahouse owner hurried over. After constantly apologizing and giving gifts, and vaguely pointing out the background of his employer, Chu Xingge finally took back his sword.
"Next time you let me hear you talking nonsense, I will cut off your tongue!"
He didn't take the apology from the shopkeeper, he just left a cold word and left without looking back.
After being frightened by this, the storyteller turned pale and obviously had no strength to go on stage again. The shopkeeper kept apologizing and exempted everyone from paying for tea and snacks.
"My inner martial arts are perfect, and he seems to be less than thirty years old. His talent is amazing, even better than Qingzhuo."
Zhang Yao looked at Chu Xingge's leaving figure and touched his chin:
"The most important thing is that he looks good..."
He finally understood why this "Wind Chasing Sword" was so popular and had scandals not long after he came to Jiangdu.
Zhang Yao thinks that his appearance is not bad, but compared with Chu Xingge, the "Wind Chasing Sword", he is slightly inferior.
"Let's see what happens to this man."
Zhang Yao left leisurely with the mentality of having fun.
…………
In the next half month, Zhang Yao could always hear news about the "Wind Chasing Sword".
There are three great masters in Jiangdu, but the number of top masters is still limited and their status is noble, so they will not end easily.
Thanks to this, Chu Xingge, the "Wind Chasing Sword", defeated many famous masters in a row. Because of his age and appearance, his reputation is growing, and many forces have taken the initiative to contact him.
From Zhang Yao’s perspective:
Chu Xingge's inner martial arts master is Perfect, and he has already begun to practice his outer martial arts. Even if he is only at the stage of small success, his strength is comparable to that of many martial arts perfectionists. It is not surprising that he has such a record.
Judging from his age, the hope of becoming a grandmaster in the future is not small, and the major forces will definitely be interested.
More than ten days later:
In the evening of this day, Zhang Yao was sitting under the big locust tree on the street, playing chess with a rich old man.
There were several people playing chess here like them, and some people not far away were enjoying the cool air. During casual chat, they mentioned the Wind Chaser Sword again.
"...Really? He actually had a conflict with the Yamen?"
"Where did this news come from? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"The news should be true. I just heard about it. I don't know the specific reason yet, but..."
