"How does the shopkeeper know?"
Bai Shiyu was startled and almost ran away.
Ever since the Red Alliance raided the Royal Workshop, it has turned from an illegal organization into a rogue party. Once exposed, the whole family will be robbed.
With the rise of machines, the imperial court rarely punished the Nine Tribes, but instead dragged them to mining until they died.
"The secret fortune-telling method passed down from the family."
Zhou Yi said: "You two are entangled in cause and effect. Today, the blind musician is in danger of death. If you follow the clues, you and your family will be implicated!"
"So mysterious?"
Bai Shiyu looked dubious, and after talking to Chen Jiye and others, he learned that the shopkeeper's martial arts was rare in the world, at least within the understandable range.
Fortune telling, cause and effect...
With the roar of the machine, the tide of the times is rolling in, and even the Taoist monks don't believe it!
"What, you don't believe it?"
Zhou Yi raised his brows and calculated with his fingers. Envy and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "For example, the two or three things you and the royal princess have to say, and the deputy commander of the Red Alliance..."
"Please don't count it out, shopkeeper, I believe it!"
Bai Shiyu's face turned red, and he felt like someone was seeing the light. He whispered: "Will something happen if a blind man comes to the tavern? Why don't we go elsewhere? We have many hiding places in the capital!"
"After tonight, the stronghold will be gone."
Zhou Yi reminded: "The imperial court was too lazy to take care of you before. It's not that it didn't know where you were hiding. You will be hunted down throughout the city tonight and you won't be able to escape."
Bai Shiyu said worriedly: "What about the shopkeeper?"
"I feel safe here."
Zhou Yi skillfully took out a gold coin. From a distance of one foot, he pressed his palm down and it turned into gold paper. However, the counter was unharmed.
Bai Shiyu was dumbfounded. He repeatedly checked that it was not a bluff. It was really a martial arts that was so strong that it was unbelievable. He recalled the description in family classics and said it was unbelievable.
"Is the shopkeeper an innate grandmaster?"
The true energy leaves the body and the inner refining is innate!
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "It happened a long time ago."
Bai Shiyu was thinking about Chi Meng, scratching his ears and cheeks, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know if there is a martial arts master in the royal family?"
A master of martial arts can overwhelm a country and capture the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops.
Since the failure of the coalition forces of various countries to attack the Great Zhou Dynasty, no grandmaster has appeared in the world. Now hundreds of years have passed and it has almost become a legend.
“Nature exists, and it continues from generation to generation.”
Zhou Yi had already scanned the capital with his consciousness and discovered two familiar auras of martial arts, indicating that his strength had just entered the innate realm.
"No wonder the royal family doesn't care about the Red Alliance..."
Bai Shiyu looked a little depressed, bowed his thanks, and hurriedly left the tavern.
"I can't even imagine that a volume of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique has been passed down to this day, and to some extent, it has dominated the change of dynasties..."
The Book of Changes recited the Chronicles of Zhou Taizu. This book focused on recording and describing the decisive battle of Zhou Qing. The ending was naturally that the Zhou army defeated the capital.
Soldiers and artillery were important reasons, and the Grandmaster War was also mentioned. In just thirty years, Zhou Taizu actually recruited four grandmasters to help him, and killed the Grandmaster of Daqing Zhenguo at the cost of two deaths and two injuries!
Originally I thought it was due to luck, but now it seems that Zhou Taizu accidentally acquired the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.
"Everything in the world is like a chess piece, and everything is unpredictable. However, a poor Taoist is immortal and can laugh at all the heroes in the world!"
Zhou Yi took out the bamboo slips from under the counter, and continued to carve and write with the light shining on his fingertips. He carved the three ancient seal characters of "Book of Datong" at the beginning, and the rest were filled with thousands of words.
At this time.
A customer came in and said, "Shopkeeper, bring me a bottle of wine."
"coming."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and put the bamboo book into his sleeve.
…
That night.
After a lapse of seventy years, the Great Zhou Dynasty once again implemented military control.
The last time martial law was imposed was after the death of Zhou Taizu. Some unwilling aristocratic families tried to counterattack and supported the second prince to ascend the throne. As a result, rivers of blood flowed and all nine clans were killed.
Groups of soldiers patrolled the streets, their leather boots making a heart-pounding click on the ground.
In the southwest corner of the capital, flames shot into the sky, and the sound of fighting continued. The sound of firecrackers was like exploding beans, which lasted for most of the night before it went out.
During the day, all the people who did not go to work for no reason, or who discussed government affairs and asked the spies to take notes, all suffered disaster. The soldiers broke into the house, put them directly into prison cars and took them to the mine.
The New Aristocratic Family and the Imperial Workshop are always short of people!
…
Tavern.
A light is like a bean.
Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, flipping through the storybook.
The imperial court's campaign to suppress the Red League was just the beginning. In the future, speech would probably be controlled, and any extreme thoughts would be suppressed, even among scholars.
Either go to the mines and die of exhaustion, or go to Goulan and die in a dream.
"There will rarely be such a beautiful storybook in the future."
Zhou Yi put away the illustration of the workshop owner's wife and the machine maintenance worker, shook his head and said: "There is a trend of thought, and no human power can stop it."
At this time.
Three black figures appeared, and after entering the tavern, they skillfully closed the doors and lowered the windows.
"This is the blind man Zhang Li, who is good at playing the harp and pipa. This is the cook Li Chao, who can make home-cooked meals."
Bai Shiyu had two stab wounds on his body, and he bowed and said: "Now that the Red Alliance in the capital is being robbed, there is nowhere to hide, so I ask the shopkeeper to take him in!"
Zhou Yi glanced over and saw a blind man holding a piano, and a swordsman with a big waist, a round neck and a thick neck.
"I asked you to hire musicians and bring a cook with you. Not bad!"
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Bai Shiyu bowed to thank him. Zhang Li and Li Chao breathed a sigh of relief and also bowed to call the shopkeeper.
…
The next day.
A wooden sign was hung at the door of the tavern, "Don't talk about state affairs."
After last night's city-wide manhunt, everyone in the capital was in panic, and no one dared to talk about state affairs.
morning.
There were no guests at all. At this time of year, everyone was hiding at home for fear of being captured by soldiers or spies.
There is an empty table on the east side of the first floor, and there are more than a dozen musical instruments, large and small, including harps, pipas, xuns, flutes, and flutes. The blind man claims to have inherited the Immortal Music Sect, and there is no music in the world that he can't play.
Zhou Yi wondered: "Why do you join the Red Alliance even if you play a song?"
"My granddaughter went to work and was accidentally run over by a machine."
The blind man briefly talked about his experience. In future generations, he would be alive, but his whole family would die alone.
The cook was writing a recipe on the wooden board and asked: "Shopkeeper, how do you set the price of the vegetables?"
Zhou Yi said: "You can set whatever price you think your cooking skills are worth."
The cook hesitated and said, "My ancestor was the steward of the imperial kitchen of the Qing Dynasty. At this price, is it too expensive?"
"People don't like it even if it's cheap."
When Zhou Yi was talking, a carriage happened to come to the door. He smiled and said, "We have guests here. Hurry up and hang up the menu."
The cook hung up the menu, and judging from the name, he thought it was a home-cooked dish, the cheapest one for a dozen.
When Chen Jiye came in and saw the price, he waved his hand and drove the servant out and said, "No wonder the magpies are chirping today. I happened to see the tavern's sign. Let's try one of each and see whose cooking skills catch the eye of shopkeeper Sun!"
Half an hour later.
Chen Jiye praised him repeatedly and called the cook out for questioning. He learned that he was the successor of the imperial chef of the previous dynasty.
"Shopkeeper Sun can hire such a person. His family background is extraordinary!"
It's approaching noon.
The soldiers returned to their camps, military control was lifted, and the streets gained a little popularity.
Bantou Liu came to the tavern, lit up several portrait paintings, and reminded: "Shopkeeper, please be careful about strangers and don't let the remnants of the Red Alliance stay in the guest room."
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged and he said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I will never harbor the remnants of the Red Alliance here!"
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