Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 346 [Emperor Teacher, Palace Master]

In Flying Fox City, a remote place.

Here, the location is secluded and the business is deserted.

Today, the small tea house was finally lively.

Because, the shopkeeper of the small tea house invited the storyteller grandfather and grandson.

In the territory of Beimang, it is really rare to talk about Beiliang, which naturally attracts many guests.

There are quite a few people who enjoyed listening to it in the restaurant yesterday, and came here today just because of its reputation.

Word of mouth, many listeners, attracted to come.

A blind storyteller, he would talk three times a day about the travels of the son of Beiliang.

Three games is already the limit of the old man's physical strength.

I am old, but I dare not be stubborn anymore.

Although he is getting old, apart from beating on bamboo boards, he can just use his mouth, drink a few sips of wine to moisten his throat, and he can still deal with it.

However, the granddaughter who plays the pipa will suffer much more.

Life is poor, and I am reluctant to spend money, so I use the peach gum finger protector.

After a storytelling session, the little girl's ten fingers were bruised and bruised.

Now, taking advantage of the rest time, she was afraid that her grandfather would be worried, so she only dared to sneak around, carefully rubbing the hem of her clothes to relieve the soreness of her fingers.

I thought to myself, when the young man in white was leaving yesterday, he left behind a silver ingot and a gold ingot, probably to buy peach gum finger protectors for himself.

That young man is really a good man.

Unfortunately, I didn't even have the courage to ask his name.

He also thought, after today's three storytelling sessions are over, he will buy a few sets of finger guards, which will not be in vain for the good intentions of that young man in white.

The second wave of tea guests entered the workshop with great interest.

The shopkeeper sat behind the counter, seeing this scene, he smiled happily.

Joyfully, sipping tea from the pot, secretly happy in my heart.

The shopkeeper subconsciously glanced at the table of tea guests by the window.

Swept it over without paying attention.

The first wave of tea guests left the venue one after another, only a few people stayed and planned to listen to it again.

This old Confucian scholar is one of them.

He is also very knowledgeable and knows that he needs to take care of the business of the tea house, so he asked the tea house clerk for a new pot of tea.

A pot of tea, he didn't drink much.

Most of them were dipped by his fingers and used as ghost symbols on the desktop.

baffling!

Sitting opposite the old Confucian scholar was a man with a sword in his hand, who never looked sideways.

Just like the clay bodhisattvas in small temples, they have first-class skills in nourishing qi.

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said:
"Shaopu, have a drink?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said respectfully, "Don't dare."

The old Confucian scholar seemed to have heard a big joke, pointed at this junior with his hand, and said:
"Even Li Mibi, you dare to assassinate him in broad daylight and aboveboard.

In this world, is there anything you, Sun Shaopu, dare not do? "

The man with the sword in his back was serious and said solemnly:

"Then... have a drink!"

At this moment, the old Confucian scholar shook his head and said:

"Don't drink it, you idiot!"

The old man rubbed his cheeks and said slowly:

"I scolded old man Li for his evil intentions, and wanted to ruin Beimang for a hundred years.

He called me pedantic and unworthy of being an emperor's teacher.

These disputes are all temple disputes under the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.

Since it can be put on the table, it can barely be called a dispute between gentlemen.

Shaopu, from now on, don't fight with Li Mibi and engage in assassination.

The knife is single-edged and has a biased root, so it is a sharp weapon for killing.

The sword has two peaks, impartial.

When a gentleman joins the world to save people, this is the right way of swordsmanship.

The same is true of the way of the dynasty.

I was in Beiliang, and I heard this saying, "Water can carry a boat, and it can also overwhelm a state. The people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the foundation of the dynasty. Whoever destroys my foundation will destroy the entire family and be killed!"

At that time, I felt a lot!
Vaguely, I seem to finally understand what is the heart of Beiliang.

And this sentence came from the prince of Beiliang who was said to be flying a dragon in the sky.

In a dynasty, Zheng Qi complements each other and is indispensable.

A martial artist with a sword is a must, and a gentleman with a sword is a must.

These are actually scene words.

In the final analysis, you are still the master of the Sword Mansion of Chess and Sword Yuefu.

Take action personally, fight and kill, and the sect will lose its glory.

Face is the most appropriate thing to be earned by successful juniors.

As the blind storyteller said, Li Chungang is No. 1 in Kendo.

However, if it were me, this sword god has reached the state of swordsmanship. I don't use the sword, and I have thousands of swords in my chest.

The two-sleeved green snake, the sword opens the gate of heaven, and it is the perfect state of swordsmanship.

Shaopu, you should also study hard. "

Hearing this, the middle-aged man solemnly nodded his head.

In his life, he only served one person.

It is the person in front of you!

This old man, before the overall situation in the Central Plains was settled, he left Beimang alone and rushed to Liyang, where he had been undercover for many years.

After the unification of the Spring and Autumn Period, he stayed in that foreign country for 20 years in anonymity and investigation.

Now, finally back.

The man with the sword in his hand is now the owner of the Chess and Sword Mansion in Beimang.

The name is Sun Shaopu.

This old Confucian scholar with a tattered bookcase next to him seemed ordinary.

In fact, he is the current teacher who is over [-] years old.

For the emperor teacher!
Hong Jingyan, who is at the top of the martial arts list, is his old man's retreat disciple.

In the next two storytelling sessions, the old Confucian scholar listened to every word without missing a word.

Sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

During this period, two groups of flying fox city green leather sticks came to make trouble.

In the first call, the shopkeeper of the tea house took the silver and sent it back.

The second round, with vicious attacks, actually beat the storyteller's grandfather and grandson.

A blind storyteller, he guards his granddaughter who is holding a pipa.

In the confusion, the blind storyteller was punched in the face.

In this way, it finally provoked public outrage.

The tea drinkers paid for the tea just to listen to a few good stories, but now they were destroyed by someone, so they naturally began to drive those green-skinned rascals away.

Seeing that they have committed public anger, the bastards uttered cruel words, if they dare to brag about how heroic and amazing the son of Beiliang is, be careful not to lose his life.

After all, he swaggered away.

When the third scene of storytelling was drawing to a close, a few Gaoliang disciples from Feihu City came outside the tea house, bringing with them six or seven evil servants.

Without further ado, he called the blind old man.

A son of an official family, grinning grinningly, pulled the little girl's hair.

He threatened that he would throw this little barbarian into the lowest brothel and sell him as a whore.

The old Confucian scholar said with a normal face:

"The people fight against the people, each according to his ability, life and death are destiny.

When the officials and the people fight, the old man will take care of it.

Shao Pu! "

The moment the old Confucian scholar finished speaking, he heard the command from the man with the sword, the sword was out of the sheath, but the sword energy was approaching.

The sword light flashed, six or seven evil servants and three or five Gaoliang disciples all cut off one finger.

In an instant, the sound of wailing was endless.

On the side, the old Confucian scholar did not look at the bloody scene.

Stretching out his sleeves, he erased the border map of the two countries on the table, and murmured hoarsely:

"For the past 20 years, the old man has been in the Liyang Dynasty, hiding his name and seeking information.

Been a merchant who weighed pennies and pennies,
As a displaced farmer,

Been a night watchman,

Served as a dog-legged staff member who devoted himself to copywriting for officials,

Wrote a song for a courtesan in a brothel,
I have been a bodyguard who travels north and south,
Worked as a poet for romantic celebrities,
Once served as the county magistrate of a small town,
Three teachings and nine streams, I did it all over again.

The Spring and Autumn and the Nine Kingdoms have also traveled all over again.

Now when I come back, it only takes two or three years to walk around the eight states of Beimang, and then I can meet His Majesty and create a world chess record for him. "

After a pause, the old Confucian scholar raised his head and said with emotion:

"Huang Sanjia, Huang Sanjia, you use the nine kingdoms of the Central Plains as the chessboard.

I divide the empire into black and white with two dynasties.

It seems that you are going to be assigned to the first class by me! "

Talking to himself, the old Confucian scholar suddenly laughed and said:
"He is already a person with one foot in the coffin, and he still has such a strong determination to win or lose, no good, no good, hahahaha..."

Accompanied by laughter, in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and black clouds overwhelmed the city.

The wind was strong, and the rain came suddenly.

The small tea house collapsed in an instant and was taken away by the strong wind.

For a while, the audience was in a state of confusion.

Many people have been caught in the strong wind, and their life and death are unknown.

The faces of the old Confucian scholar and the middle-aged swordsman suddenly changed.

Looking up into the sky, his expression changed again, becoming a little panicked.

A huge palm print that was enough to cover half of Flying Fox City, surrounded by black air, fell from the sky.

The old Confucian scholar and the master of the Sword Mansion spoke in unison, burning inside, and said in shock:

"The land fairy!"

(End of this chapter)