Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 384

Chang'an City is really too big.

There are 30 households, more than [-] people, and now the country is stable and the emperor is enlightened. There are many merchants who come and go, and wandering scholars who enter Chang'an Road to seek fame... There is an endless stream.

Murong Liuying just walked slowly on the streets of Chang'an, listening to the yelling from the dazzling array of merchants on both sides.

Those yells are really interesting, every family is different, some are flattering, some are obedient, and some are full of vigor based on their voices!
Passers-by came and went, shoulder to shoulder, although there were few prominent and dignified people, they were all dressed in clean and elegant clothes, and looked energetic.

There are a lot of discussions between the two, ranging from big to the world, small and trivial, everything is very interesting.

Murong Liuying really likes Chang'an.

She has stayed in the Canghuang Mountains for too long, the three hundred sects are strictly hierarchical, and the Zijin Emperor Palace is even forbidden within a radius of thirty miles!

Murong Liuying has been to Youzhou, which is the back garden of the Eastern Desolation God Sect, the military training ground.

But there is still the cruel and cold order when the Murong royal family ruled the Southern Cangyu for thousands of years, respecting martial arts, and the weak are not as good as ants!
All people are born only thinking about practicing martial arts, thinking about how to become stronger, only when they become stronger can they surpass others!
Qingzhou is a little bit better, but not much better. The weak still have no dignity.

Murong Liuying was still moving forward slowly.

She has seen a lot of things that she has never seen before.

In the wine shop, some people are frustrated, some are proud, but as long as they call out "Little Er, serve the wine", the waiter with a white cloth scarf on his shoulder will also greet him with a smile on his face.

In the flower shop, those beautiful buskers were playing tunes and humming. Some were frivolous but did not dare to presumptuously, some were emotional but full of helplessness.

The snacks in the city are known to be all over the world, and the most gathered in front of the shop are immature and cute children, the naughty ones squirm and roll, and the more obedient ones step back and turn around.

There are also quite a few eldest ladies who are not ordinary people by their clothes, and they seem to sneak out of the house, fearing that the food will not look good, but at the same time, they feel that the food is not pleasant and comfortable.

Passing by a school, the windows are facing the street, how far the sound of reciting scriptures can be heard, it’s not easy to say...

……

Murong Liuying without cultivation is just an ordinary woman, but her appearance is glamorous and shocking, and the acquired arrogance can't cover up her innate nobility.

Along the way, many people stopped to peek at her, but they didn't see a person who was a disciple.

Of course, there was also a self-proclaimed flamboyant Mr. Pian Pian who dared to strike up a conversation, but after being coldly rejected by Murong Liuying, he shook his head wisely and recited the phrase "It's about love, it's about courtesy", and then left gracefully.

Murong Liuying did not bring any money with her. To be precise, she has never carried any money or silver with her since she was born.

I can't eat the mouth-watering snacks, and I can't drink the fragrant wine.

Finally, when I turned the corner of the street, I suddenly found that many people gathered together, shouting hello from time to time.

Murong Liuying had never seen such a scene.

She raised her eyes and saw that on top of the simple and elegant Han-style ancient building, there was a banner with a big "tea" written on it!

When I took a closer look, I realized that there was a storyteller telling stories in it.

You are a rich master, go in and take a seat, drink a cup of tea, and throw a few coins when you hear exciting places.

It doesn't matter if you don't have money, the teahouse doesn't chase people away, and the old man who tells the story looks arrogant, and he will definitely not stretch out his hand.

Just pick an open space and stand quietly, make a noise along the Xingmu, and say hello!

The old storyteller was also interesting, the owner of the appreciation tossed the broken silver, but he kept a straight face, and the listener outside yelled, but his face was wrinkled into flowers with laughter.

Murong Liuying has never seen such an interesting old man.

She padded her steps, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully, hey... what the old man told seemed to be the story of today's hussar general who captured Shanyu with five thousand soldiers alone!
"It was too late and then soon, I only heard a thunderstorm in the world, a young fierce general on the ground, holding a silver spear, standing on a high horse, pointed directly at Yiyan Shanyu who was kneeling on the ground..."

Speaking of this, "Crack!" The old man took a sip of his tea with a sound of Xingmu, and said:

"Predict what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

"Uh...why didn't you say it?"

Murong Liuying was fascinated by what she heard, and suddenly became anxious.

Looking at the people around, they all jumped up and down, but they did not behave presumptuously according to their temper.

The rich master in the middle of the main room threw out an ingot of gold with his hands, looking like a wealthy man, and shouted:
"An ingot of gold will buy you half an hour's work. After finishing this story, let the big guys listen to it! Big guys, don't you think so?"

"Yep!"

"Old man Yan, make an exception and talk for half an hour longer!"

"That's a piece of gold, it can be worth the five years' tea money that this teahouse gave you!"

The people outside immediately echoed.

Even Murong Liuying didn't care about her status anymore, she jumped around and shouted with a blushing face:
"Yes, finish, finish quickly!"

But the old man acted as if he didn't hear it, and he didn't even look at the gold ingots on the ground.

If you don't say it, don't say it, just this temper!
Everyone sighed.

"This old man Yan doesn't know what he thinks, he doesn't even want money."

"What's the point of giving money? Isn't it great to give money? Now it's under the rule of Tianwu. The strict old man doesn't steal or rob, and prefers an elegant word. Is there anything wrong?"

"That's right, just because of Old Man Yan's character, I come to listen to it every day!"

Everyone was talking, but they didn't know who it was, and suddenly shouted:
"Old man Yan, have you heard that the four major anti-kings in Hannan raised millions of troops to attack Zhongzhou? Now that the three armies of the Tianzi Division have returned to Chang'an, do you think His Majesty will win this time?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly fell silent, and many people's faces turned pale.

The previous words are nothing, but the last sentence is too scary.

Murong Liuying was also stunned, and stared at the old man Yan who was cleaning the table with wide eyes, and found that he was startled first, and then, since the old man Yan, who was worth a fortune, sat down and smiled smiled and said:
"Win, of course I will win!"

"As long as all the listeners still have the time to listen to the old man and me in this broken teahouse, the current Majesty will definitely win against Hannan's anti-king!"

"However, the old saying is good. The rise and fall of the world is everyone's responsibility. Now Hannan's rebellion against the king is not a trivial matter. Although we are as small as duckweed, we can't stand by and watch the rebellion against the king bring harm to the Han."

"Old man, let me make an exception and say a few more words, if you..."

When old man Yan said this, everyone outside the house became anxious immediately, and they all blushed as if they had been humiliated.

　At five o'clock, I begged for a monthly ticket, and the excitement will continue tomorrow.

　　Good night, sweet dreams

　　
　
(End of this chapter)