Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 324 Teahouse Storyteller

Shenzhou.

Datang Chang'an, the mountain behind the academy.

The three elders all knew that the young man in front of him should go, and he should go. Although the three of them were reluctant to give up, they all understood that the boy's mind had been made up.

Yuan Daogang didn't stop him, but said to him lightly: "Follow your own heart."

Li Jianbai saluted senior Daokui respectfully, now Daokui is more and more like a master, more and more like a master.

He is the leader of the Taoist school. He taught the world with Taoist legal principles, restored the glory of the academy, and let the people of the Tang Dynasty better understand what is the law, what is the way, and what is the principle.

What the Master did not finish, was done by Dao Kui, and he did it even better.

This is not to say that Kui surpassed the Master, but continued the way of the Master.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but Master opened the way for everyone, leaving a hope in the world, in China.

Li Jingwu slapped Li Jianbai fiercely with his slap, until finally his eyes turned red, and he held Li Jianbai silent.

No matter how much you say, it will make everyone even more reluctant.

Li Jianbai gave an "um" and hugged his elder Li Jingwu.

He is the military god of the Tang Dynasty. He is a contemporaneous figure with Li Kaiming and Changsun Wuji. He is the cornerstone of the Tang Dynasty and a belief in the army.

He is used to seeing life and death, and has seen too many battles and deaths... But the older a person is, the easier it is to be sad, and the easier it is to feel sad.

Yang Dingxin, who was on the wheelchair, didn't stop, didn't oppose, didn't feel sad, just drew his sharp sword out of its sheath, and said: "Boy, as long as you can beat my sword, you can get out."

"Look at senior for guidance." Li Jianbai nodded, and accepted Yang Dingxin's test.

"Don't let me down, don't let Jian down, and don't let Li Chunfeng down." Yang Dingxin snorted and drove away slowly in his wheelchair.

But Li Jianbai gave a big gift to the two elders at the end, and then chased Yang away with determination.

Li Jingwu watched Li Jianbai catch up with Yang Dingxin, pushed the wheelchair away slowly, disappeared, took a deep breath, and said: "Old friend, I have also gone back to farm, otherwise, the old lady at home will really fall out with me." .”

"Go..." Yuan Daogang didn't give up, but just took the flow and picked off the yellow leaves of a small tree beside him. This is like the reincarnation of heaven, this is the law of nature.

A yellow leaf fell, and at the top of the buds, several buds bloomed visible to the naked eye.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."

After all gone, the mountain behind the academy fell into the usual calm, maybe this is the atmosphere that the mountain behind the academy should have.

Everything is back to normal, everything is on track.

Up and down the Tang Dynasty.

In recent days, it can be said that a thousand things are waiting to be done.

The territorial area continued to expand, more than a dozen ethnic groups of the Wuhu surrendered, hundreds of nomadic tribes surrendered, and even other neighboring countries paid tribute directly.

Ushered in the pilgrimage of hundreds of nations.

Tang Bing was also victorious in every battle.

It also prospered above the rivers and lakes.

Even a lot of innate masters emerged.

Chang'an City.

Prosper and prosper.

Chang'an City has red walls and green tiles, palaces with carved beams and painted buildings, and magnificent gold and jade.

There is a lot of traffic on Suzaku Street, and the entire Tang Kingdom is peaceful.

There is a constant stream of traffic on the street, and hundreds of people are jostling each other.

Boys and girls are dressed in fashion, silk and satin, and the Wuhu who surrendered to the Tang Dynasty are also well-fed, because the first point of Li Jianbai's national policy is trade.

Li Jianbai was pushing the wheelchair, watching the flow of people coming and going, he was very satisfied in his heart, and he had no worries about leaving by himself.

With such a thriving and prosperous scene, Li Jianbai murmured in his heart: Father, I should not have let you down.

The most prosperous place in the city is a tea house.

Li Jianbai still remembered this teahouse, it was after he was possessed by a demon in the ancient city of Xuanyang, his senior Li Chunfeng killed each other with a sword and suppressed him.

He forced himself back to Chang'an City, and the first thing he did when he entered the city was to drink tea in this teahouse.

"Senior." Li Jianbai respectfully offered Yang Dingxin a cup of tea.

"Ah."

Yang Ding tasted it carefully, taking no time to rush, gently blowing on the hot tea, and inhaling deeply the mellow tea fragrance.

"It's here that I met Li Chunfeng for the first time." Yang Dingxin said softly.

Li Jianbai was very quiet, quietly listening to the noise of the teahouse, and also quietly listening to Yang Dingxin's words.

"At that time, we two met for the first time. We didn't know each other without fighting, and we just went straight to work, and neither of us accepted the other. That should have happened more than 20 years ago."

"Boy, do you guess who will win and who will lose when we fight for the first time?" Yang Dingxin asked Li Jianbai when he didn't speak.

"Eh?" Li Jianbai was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: Isn't this a proposition?

Who wins and who loses?This is too difficult to answer, right?

Senior Li Chunfeng is his elder, his guide, and his idol, so it is impossible for him to lose.

And who is Yang Dingxin?At that time, he was an outstanding disciple of Jianzong, and now he is the sword god of Shenzhou.

"You're talking." Yang Dingxin took the scabbard fiercely and poked the boy's waist.

"Uh... let me guess? Let's make random guesses. I guess no one will agree with the other, and no one can do anything to the other. It should be a tie?" Li Jianbai pretended to be dazed and asked back.

"Heh... You really guessed it right." Yang Dingxin smiled and said, "At that time, Li Chunfeng was the Prince Chun of the Tang Dynasty, who loved wine, swords, and beauties!"

Hearing this, Li Jianbai exclaimed secretly: It turns out that senior was also a romantic swordsman when he was young.

"Times have changed now, I didn't expect that more than 20 years have passed, it is really embarrassing."

Teahouses have three unique features.

The first must, for the tea!

The second must, for the news!
The second skill is the story!

What can I do in the teahouse?The first is drinking tea, the second is the news after dinner, and the third is the storyteller in the teahouse!
Sudden.

On the high platform of the teahouse, there was a sound of clapping, and suddenly there was silence in the teahouse. Everyone stopped their movements and listened quietly.

Because the storyteller is here.

In the teahouse, the storyteller is the real protagonist!

Storytelling, also known as storytelling, is an ancient tradition of telling strange stories about ghosts and ghosts.

The storyteller is generally one person, sitting on a high table, with a folding fan and Xingmu, and wearing a long gown.

Xingmu shoots the case!

Like thunder!

Everyone stopped their movements one after another, quietly pricking up their ears to listen to the next story.

"Guards and listeners, I would like to say three things, everyone, please be polite, stop talking nonsense, follow the book from the previous chapter, and guard Chang'an with your sword."

"It's said that Li Jianbai, the sixth prince of the Tang Dynasty, was born with a eccentric spirit and a clever mind. He tossed a Kongming lantern in the palace that could take people to heaven, which attracted the attention of the Tang king. The father and son actually secretly competed."

"Dancing with swords in the imperial garden, shooting larks with bows, rioting in the imperial study room, arguing about the Wenwu Palace, flirting with Qin's red building, fighting against the Xiongnu mission, opposing humiliating marriages, wearing armor in the year of weak crown, fighting thousands of miles in Chicheng, rushing on the road starry night to stop the mutiny in the palace, He stepped into the rivers and lakes again, bloodbathed the ancient city of Xuanyang, became the new emperor, conquered the western borders personally, fought against the strong in the spirit world, fought wisely against the five Hu army divisions, and could not kill the evil gods..."

On the high platform, the storyteller almost gave a general account of Li Jianbai's life story, some of which were extravagant and some exaggerated.

The storyteller seems to know all this better than Li Jianbai.

During his narration, the ups and downs of the story caused many people to applaud and exclaim in surprise, attracting rewards from everyone.

Li Jianbai also smiled wryly to himself, and he really answered a word: Speaking is better than singing!

"Boy, you have become a famous person in China, you can be said to be famous all over the world." Yang Dingxin joked.

But Li Jianbai smiled and shook his head, pushing Yang Dingxin to leave slowly.

The storyteller seemed to have noticed Yang Dingxin and Li Jianbai, and frowned in confusion. Everyone applauded again and again, why are these two people a little lonely?
Li Jianbai nodded to the storyteller on the high platform, responded with a smile, and then dropped a dozen ingots of silver as a reward.

Then he pushed Senior Yang Dingxin away slowly, leaving Chang'an.

When the storyteller told these stories, he was in high spirits, and the audience continued to applaud, as if all the audience and spectators were immersed in the scene.

But as the protagonist of the story and the person who witnessed these events, Li Jianbai could only smile wryly to himself.

In life, there are many things that are too heavy and tactful to say!

Along the way, what Li Jianbai did was basically recorded by someone, even if there was a disturbance in the Royal Garden in the Imperial Palace, the eunuchs wrote down and compiled it.

Confucianists, historians, and gossip lovers will all record these things, so it is not so difficult to understand Li Jianbai's affairs carefully.

But along the way, Li Jianbai really couldn't say that he was right, nor could he say that others were wrong.

Because when it's time to choose, there is no right or wrong, only the result of the choice.

Just like just now, the storyteller and thousands of listeners were all excited, as if they were on the scene, and they were so happy.

But the real experiencer, Li Jianbai only had a wry smile on his face, because he has too many people who are sorry.

Still the same sentence, in life, there are too many things that are too heavy to be said, and too many memories that are too sad to speak.

Pushing Yang Dingxin out of Chang'an city.

Li Jianbai asked softly: "Senior, are you going back to Jianzong?"

Yang Dingxin shook his head and said: "No need, someone will come to pick me up when I leave the city. In a word, if you can beat me, you can leave. If you can't beat me, you can go back to Jianzong to practice swordsmanship with me."

Li Jianbai nodded and said: "Yes, I hope senior will show mercy."

"Hmph, boy, the swordsman didn't show mercy under the sword, otherwise, he would only hurt himself."

Hearing this sentence, Li Jianbai didn't quite agree with it in his heart, but it was an undeniable fact.

Outside Chang'an City.

Along the ancient road and grass.

Li Jianbai slowly handed the dragon sparrow to Yang Dingxin.

"No, this sword will be yours from now on, just give me this dead branch." Yang Dingxin didn't take back the dragon bird, but asked for a dead branch.

"En." Li Jianbai was not surprised, because Yang Dingxin had this strength and confidence.

"Please enlighten me, senior."

"Let's attack, let me see, how much your sword has improved, what qualifications do you have to chase Li Chunfeng!"

"Okay." Li Jianbai's sword intent suddenly appeared, pure sword intent, pure sword moves, did not use any true energy or internal force.

"Not enough, still not enough!" Yang Dingxin shook his head in disdain.

(End of this chapter)