It is the winter solstice of the year again, and the capital is wrapped in silver.
Qian Ping'an put his hands in each other's sleeves, wore a dusty jacket, breathed white air, stepped on the snow, and creaked towards the tea shop he used to go to.
? Today coincides with the great joy of the owner. The rice shop has not yet opened, so I rest early, and I can go to Mr. Shu to talk about the novelties published in the newspaper.
Over the past year, great changes have taken place in the world, but in the eyes of Qian Pingan, a rice shop guy, life seems to have not changed much. It is just that the rare and precious goods from the north and the south are becoming more and more worthless. The owner, who has always been stingy and frugal, also got a string of pearls and asked the monks in the temple to consecrate them.
Other than that, everything remains the same, except that the stories told by the storyteller are getting more and more interesting. The rivers and lakes that were far away from me in the past seem to be in front of me, and I don¡¯t even know a few neighbors next door. Rushu Jiazhen is a word I learned from a storyteller, which makes me look like I have read books and experienced the world, in front of strangers, I look like the kind of master who hides in the market or in the world of games, and this comes from something called a newspaper.
They communicated through the teleportation array, spreading the stories of the rivers and lakes everywhere. Chen Xiucai at the alley said that this is "knowing the world without leaving home".
"My boss has always had a sad face recently, nagging about the fact that the rice in the south is cropped three times a year, my dear, how much grain should I harvest?" Qian Ping'an casually thought about the past few days. At the end of the day, the boss was worried about graying a few black hairs, and hurriedly asked his son to marry a wife to rejoice.
The young master is very interesting. I can often see him listening to books in the tea shop. He always comforts the master not to care too much about the food in the south. He said that there are disadvantages and advantages in the world, and there are advantages and disadvantages. Since he can cook three times a year , the taste is definitely not as good as the rice here. At that time, different rice will have different prices. There will be those who are poor and those who have more spare money to enjoy it. Things will not be too bad.
These are the words I love to hear the most. If Mipu can't keep going, I can only find another way to make a living.
While thinking about it, Qian Ping'an stepped into the tea shop. It was much warmer inside, but it didn't burn charcoal in a copper pot to keep warm like a restaurant or tea house. Only people like Qian Pingan spend a few pennies here to drink tea and listen to books.
The only fire light came from the storyteller's feet, and the copper furnace shone red, dispelling the chill.
Mr. Storyteller has a goatee, because of his literacy, and because he can tell the content of newspapers such as "Wulin Express" in the first place, he is highly respected by the poor nearby. Now he drinks the bamboo leaf green tea specially prepared by the tea shop, shaking his head and closing his eyes Refreshing, like humming an opera, waiting for the next story.
Qian Pingwen took a sip of the big bowl of tea, and felt a surge of warmth, and the coldness of his body melted like snowflakes, giving him an indescribably comfortable feeling.
For a fellow like him, it is a great luxury to come here every now and then to have a cup of tea and listen to storytelling.
Just at this moment, a few horses came rushing like a storm, and suddenly stopped at the door of the tea shop, and jumped down a few men wearing big cloaks and armed with swords.
"Shopkeeper, here are five bowls of good tea, hot and strong!" The leading man was wearing a fur hat, holding a three-foot long sword inlaid with gold and jade in his left hand, and there was a scar between his eyebrows, making him look like a god with open eyes.
"There is a strange eye scar on the forehead, and the scabbard is inlaid with seven jades. The Yuexi "God's Eye Sword" is high and low?" Qian Ping'an thought to himself.
And some customers in the tea shop have already made a low voice, and they also think that this is the "God's Eye Sword".
People who often come to listen to books are as familiar with him as they are with their neighbors.
"The God's Eye Sword that was defeated by Gu Wenxiang's 'Sorrowful God Palm'?" A tea guest asked back.
"That's right, that's right, that's him, but Gu Wenxiang knocked out the Seven Jade Sword with the third sword." Someone answered in the affirmative.
"Gu Wenxiang is one of the best masters in the world. He is one of the best swordsmen in the world. It is normal for Shenmu Sword to lose to him." Flying like mosquitoes and flies, they quickly swayed away, talking about the battle that made Gao Fuchen appear on the "Wulin Express" for the first time.
Gao Fushen was young and successful, he is a well-known swordsman in Jianghu, his ears are so sharp, he has absorbed all the discussions in his heart, at this time he heard the blood rushing upwards, his face flushed, the pain was burning, and he was ashamed and annoyed.
It's okay to be talked about by fellow Jianghu, I am really too arrogant to challenge the palm of the heart, but now I am talked about by ordinary people who have no skills, and I laugh at it wherever I go, it is a shame.
I really want to be famous in the world, but not thisWhen he walked out of the silence of the temple, everyone in the world was shocked. Who is he? where is he from? How could he have such terrifying sword skills?
It didn't take long for him to become one of the two most famous swords in Jianghu.
From unknown to famous, it only takes one sword strike, and no one dares to look directly at it ever since
Qian Ping'an has never heard of such a story, and never knew such a character existed. For the next month, as long as he is rich and not busy, he will go to the tea shop to listen to books after the rice shop closes. If not, he will find a familiar tea shop. Chatting with guests, listening to their recitations, from "Send Lu Shuai thousands of miles away with a sword, kill six generals after passing five passes, night town of Shanhe Temple", "I am not worthy of my sword", etc. I heard "Battle of Sunset Peak", and he was fascinated by it. Reminiscing about the demeanor of our predecessors.
"If I had known the story of the Shocking God Sword before, I would definitely find ways to practice martial arts" Qian Ping'an sighed.
This time "The True Story of the Shocking Sword" is much more detailed than the previous ones, and the image of the "Shocking Sword" has also been enriched. Although it is somewhat different from the previous "Stern Swordsman", it is more humane and closer to imagination In the daily life of the swordsman, Gao Fushen and other advocates of the "Shocking Sword" not only did not resist, but quickly accepted this new image and slightly changed their cognition.
This is the soul-stirring sword!
Among the divine sword puppets placed in Shang Jiuming's study room, Meng Qi's spiritual consciousness used this change and the medium of divine sword puppets to comprehend the feedback of heaven and earth and the changes in connections.
"you need to adjust in this direction." Meng Qi gained something.
The next day, when Qian Pingan stepped into the tea shop again, the front page of "Wulin Express" in front of Mr. Storyteller had changed to:
"The long sword is ruthless and the man has love, and the secret history of the frightening sword is romantic". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com